#she’s so brilliant and i hate her SO bad because i didn’t need to know but i also didn’t want to
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Sirius Black x fem!reader
warnings: cursing, underage drinking & smoking, !poorly proofread!
summary: you hate Sirius & he hates you (or tries to but fails miserably)
Sirius Black masterlist
you’re so cool it makes me hate you so much
Sirius Black didn’t hate many things.
He hated assignments and losing in quidditch; he hated his parents and the rest of his snobby relatives. He hated having to wear formal clothes and brushing his hair. And he hated you.
It wasn’t something he could explain. You weren’t an evil person and you didn’t do bad things. But something about you drove him completely mad.
And the only reason he had to deal with you was that you were Lily’s best friend and he couldn’t get rid of you.
Your best friends were dating and you had to tolerate eachother.
Be civil James always begged him, but then he would see your face; all uptight and frowning and your hands crossed in front of you; in a manner that reminded him of his old piano teacher who would scold him for not practicing enough.
You didn’t acknowledge him, and when your eyes did land on him your eyebrows would be raised and your mouth slightly turned downwards, as if his face was covered in dirt and he smelled like garbage.
The first time he actually talked to you, and realized he liked it better when he didn’t, was when Lily and James first started going out together. Their first date was a friendly get-together with the four of you.
It was not a double date. Sirius made sure to let James know; all he would be doing was distracting you so Lily would be free to talk to James. He was outgoing and charismatic when he needed to be, and he loved James like a brother so being a third/fourth wheel for him wasn’t that big of a deal. Plus, he liked Lily so how bad could her friend be? The answer is terrible.
You wouldn’t look at him, and weren’t impressed by his jokes. He tried telling you about his pranks but all you did was frown and criticize them, “if you cared about school half as much as you care about these childish things, you’d have graduated by the age of 14.”
He didn’t argue with you, though, even if he died to, because one look at Lily and James and how happy they were (giggling at the stupid things James was saying) couldn’t let him ruin this.
So you sat quietly, eating and drinking, and then drinking some more, until Lily and you left together. Leaving an annoyed Sirius with a blushing James.
What annoyed him most, was how his friends absolutely adored you. You played chess with Peter; and Sirius always heard him gushing about how brilliant you were at it. You studied with Remus in the library and discussed books together. The way you would speak to his friend about your favorite stories, and the way your eyes always gleam drives him completely insane. And don't get him started on how one day you introduced James to the "the proper athlete lifestyle”,which resulted in Sirius losing his drinking and smoking partner because, our bodies are temples and we need to treat them as such.
So; you have stolen his friends, invaded his life and he can't do anything about it.
One rainy Saturday morning he found Remus, reading a muggle book by the fireplace, about -elves and rings?-.
“Moony.”, he said and earned a quiet “mhm” from his friend, who was still focused on his book.
“I wanted to ask you something.” He said and looked around to make sure no one would hear them.
“Lilys friend, you know, the one in your little book club.”
“Not a book club.”, Remus answered turning a page in his book
“Yeah, whatever. She hates me, I think.”, Sirius said and earned no reaction from his friend “Would you happen to know why?”, he finished and looked at his friend, who closed his book with a sigh.
“Have you ever said anything that would make her hate you?” Remus asked patiently
“No, why, did she tell you anything?”
“Have you done anything to her?”, his friend asked again
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Then she just doesn’t like you" he made a move to resume his reading but Sirius insisted.
“Why does it matter, you can’t be liked by everyone, you know that better than most”
“But I don’t get it, why would she hate me this much. She always looks at me with this f-”
Remus didn’t say anything, but gave his friend an amused look, softly smirking at his words.
“What.” Sirius said annoyed
“Well, instead of worrying about why she hates you, ask yourself why you care so much.”
“But I- I don’t care. In fact I hate her just as much.”
“Right.”
“Its true I don’t care!”
“Obsess then, better choice of words.”
“Sod off”, he said as he got up to walk away, leaving Remus laughing to himself and resuming his book.
As the year progressed , your interactions with Sirius remained the same, with the addition of an eyeroll here and there along with bickering that resulted in you being the first one to leave from gatherings.
“Good riddance” he always thought to himself, receiving a murderous look from you; as if you were able to read his thoughts.
December came and your friend group planned a Secret Santa gift exchange. It was a muggle thing, explained Lily, where the participants get gifts for eachother, without revealing their identity.
“Everyone, take a sit and pick a card from the bowl infront of you when it is your turn.”, instructed Lily “And remember, don’t let anyone know who you’ve picked, and you can’t switch cards with anyone!”
As he read Remus’s name on the card, he let out a breath of relief. He was worried, that with his luck, he would end up getting you a gift, and he really didn’t want that. Finding a good present for Moony would be a piece of cake, he told himself and then put off actually buying the gift for a couple of weeks.
He realized how big of an idiot he was, when Friday came, the last Friday before the gift exchange (that would be taking place on Sunday). Which meant he had exactly two days to buy something good for his friend.
He begged James for help, but he was too busy finishing up the last few details of his present; poor Peter had no taste and would be no help and Lily was caught up in Head Girl duties. Making you, the only person available, to advise him, which honestly wasn’t that bad of an outcome , since you and Remus were good friends.
He found you alone, sitting on a couch with your homework on your lap and a cup of coffee in your hands.
“Goodmorning.”, he greeted
Your eyes shot up and you looked around confused, before realizing he was talking to you, “Morning.”, you said calmly
“How is the Secret Santa shopping going?”, he asked trying to make smalltalk
“Um fine… And you?’
“It is good that you ask, because I actually need your help.”
“Mine? Why?”
“Well, you see, I delayed buying a gift, which means that if I get something that isn’t perfect now, I will be the the biggest idiot on Earth.”
“Because, you aren’t already?”
“I- ” he let out an annoyed laugh at that, not wanting to insult you now that he needed your help. “As I was saying, I need you to help me find a really really good gift. So, Hogsmeade, tomorrow morning? What do you say, love?”
“Ah- us two?”
“Yeah, well everyone else is kind of busy, so you are kind of my last hope.”
“Oh, oh, well, excuse me, but I have better things to do than spend my Saturday buying gifts for you, besides, you aren’t supposed to tell me who you have.”
“Remus.”, he quickly said
“Why would you tell me that?”, you screamed dramatically leaving him completely unbothered
“Now you kind of have to come, don’t you? You already know who it is and I am sure you have nothing better to do tomorrow.”
“Ah, excuse you, but I am a busy person, thank you very much.”
“Yeah, ah, okay. Do you want me to beg? Please, just, do me this favor, this once. The holidays are coming soon and you won’t have to see me for two whole weeks, and after summer I will never bother you again. So please?”
You stared at him for a while, thinking over everything he said , he could swear your face turned red for a split second, before you answered “Fine, but we won’t spend the whole day there, I want to try and study before winter break.”
“Great, thank you, we will finish early. So, after breakfast tomorrow? At 10:30?”
“9.”. You said
“Right, okay, bye.”, he said enthusiastically and went on his way to the quidditch field while you loudly said behind his back “Don’t be late!”
He was only ten minutes late, the next morning. But it wasn’t really his fault, practice had ended later than expected the previous night and he needed to avoid being caught by Remus on his way out of the common room.
So he hurried down the stairs, skipped breakfast and coffee hoping he would have time to buy something when you reached the village, and found you, waiting for him impatiently with a frown on your face.
“You are late.”, you said
“Goodmorning to you too.”, Sirius replied with a sarcastic smile
Before he could say anything else, you held out your hands to give him a few cauldron cakes from the breakfast table “You can get coffee on the go, lets get moving.”, you said and passed him the food before heading towards the carriages.
“Ah, thank you.”, he said with his mouth stuffed, running after you.
The ride to Hogsmeade was…quiet at first. But not in the completely unpleasant and awkward way. You had also brought a notebook with you and made a list of all the shops you could visit, and all the presents you could buy for Remus. Sirius, could hardly keep up with you and mostly nodded while trying not to fall asleep.
“I was thinking,” you started saying as you reached your destination “There is this bookshop, that sells a few Muggle books, and Remus had been telling me about a signed copy he desperately wanted to get.”
“Let’s get it then. Lead the way.”
“Yeah, but it might be too expensive and it might be sold by now, so just know that we need to have backups.”, you said anxiously
He grabbed the notebook from your hands in a playful manner, tapping at the list you’d made on the way here. “Well, I think you’ve got that covered. Come on, lets go.”
Before walking inside the bookstore, you agreed to split up and look for the book “Don’t hesitate to hex anyone that tries to get it before us, alright?”
“Oh of course, I will also stop brushing my hair and I’ll start shouting at people on the street. Perhaps by March I’ll have achieved the proper heathen look, and maybe if I try hard enough I’ll catch up to you.” You replied with a smile while batting your eyelashes at him.
“Ah hilarious, let’s go.”, he said dragging the words in irony
The bookstore was overflowed with books, old and new, and millions of maps, everywhere in the shelves. You were right, to be nervous, finding that one book would be a challenge. Thankfully it wasn’t busy this time of day and the only people inside were you two, an old lady organizing the bookcases and the shop owner who was currently feeding his owl by the window.
You both spent at least thirty minutes searching, before Sirius heard you scream his name surprised “I found it!.”, you celebrate as if you’ve just caught the golden snitch. He ran to you then and without thinking he gave you a spin, causing you to let out a yelp.
As he let you down, you looked at eachother awkwardly with a hint of warmth coating your cheeks. He took the book from your hands and quickly said, “Uh good job.” to which you replied “Thank you.” while playing with your sweater.
Walking up to the cashier register, the book owner asked “Is this a present?” ,as he wrapped the book, to which you both replied “Yes.”
“Good thinking.” The man said, causing Sirius to ask “What do you mean?” with an awkward smile.
“I learned a little too late, that I should take my wife Christmas shopping with me, and make sure I get her something she actually likes.”, he said smiling
That statement caused you and Sirius to cough and laugh awkwardly once you both realized what the man was implying.
“Oh no, no we aren’t-”
“We are just, friends.” You said red-faced
“Our best friends are together, and we starting hanging out because of that.”
“Yeah but not, not like that.”
The man observed the two of you in silence for a minute; stammering, with wide eyes and blushing cheeks before he let out a heartfelt laugh. “I see.”
“Well, either way, have a wonderful Christmas.”, he wished as you left.
You walked together in silence, for a while, not knowing what to do now that you had completed your task.
“Thank you for helping me today.”
“Remus will love it.”, you replied with a forced smile
“Yes.”Neither of you said anything for a few seconds before Sirius interrupted the silence, “Hey, since we finished early, do you want to get some coffee or-”, he asked you, wanting to treat you for helping him with the gift.
“Oh I’d better get going, study now that I have more time. I’ll see you tomorrow for the exchange.”, you said and left him standing in the snow, outside of the Three Broomsticks, with the book in his arms and a stunned look on his face.
He was an idiot to think he misjudged you, of course you had helped him because Remus was your friend, and only that. But, would it honestly be that much of a torment for you to get a cup of coffee with him? Did he smell bad? Was there something on his face? Had he said something to you; to insult you without knowing it? Was it that old mans comment that bothered you that much? Was it that big of an insult; to be considered his girlfriend? He wasn’t thrilled about it either, but he obviously wasn’t that affected by it. He really couldn’t understand you.
“Her loss.” He muttered as he went inside for some hot chocolate to treat himself.
Remus obviously loved his gift and the exchange went well. Sirius still remembers to this day singing and dancing in the common room and drinking a lot of mulled wine. He wanted to thank you, but he was met with the cold wall you had built around you and he really didn’t want to ruin his mood.
As April arrived, the days were starting to get warmer- as warm as Scotland could get-, and sunnier. And this year, being your last at Hogwarts the Marauders decided it would be a great idea to plan a Lake-picnic-swim-get together, with Lily of course and well you.
Sirius didn’t mind though, he would play in the water with his friends and avoid you, and if he was lucky he could manage splashing you a few times, without meaning to of course.
The boys arrived first, and Sirius took advantage of that and dragged James in the water so all of them could play a new game he invented which was a mix of quidditch and a muggle sport called water-polo.
It was the most fun he remembered having in a while, it brought him back to his early years, when the worries that come with graduation and adulthood had no place on his mind.
Of course, fun doesn’t last forever, and you showed up. Your hair was loose and dancing gracefully as the soft wind blew at it. It was the first time he had ever seen you look so, free. You greeted everyone as you took off your clothes, staying in your bright blue swimming suit, causing; Peter to stammer like a Third Year, and then Sirius to splash him with water, to come back to his senses.
You placed your things underneath a tree, near the towel the boys had placed down, and then laid down to read your book as everyone swam.
“Let’s play chicken.”, James said childishly
“That is a children’s game.”, protested Remus making Lily laugh
“Oh come on, just this once! Lets have fun, one last time.” He pleaded dramatically eventually convincing everyone.
“I am teaming with Moony.” Said Peter making Remus look at him sternly “What? You are the tallest, and I like winning.”
“Whatever.” He said and sank down, for Peter to climb on his shoulder.
Lily swam to James and kissed him, before looking around and asking “What about Sirius?”
It was a sensible question Sirius had also thought about, and he knew the only way to solve this problem would be asking you to team up with him, but he had some dignity saved and wouldn’t bring himself to do that.
James however shouted your name and asked you if you would play with them, since his friend was left alone.
“Um no.” you said apologetically, closing your book.
“What did you say?”, screamed Lily, causing you to get closer to the lake for them to hear you better.
“I said n-” you started but were cut off by Lily, who grabbed your hand while smiling and pushed you in the Lake, causing everyone, especially Sirius, to laugh.
“Well you are in now, so you might as well play.” She winked at you and you threw water at her face in reply
“Can we speed this up? Peter is going to drown us both.”, complained Remus whose head was trying to stay out of the water.
“So, what do I need to do?”, you asked
“You push the other players off, darling, it isn’t that hard.”, replied Sirius with a sarcastic tone, driving you to give him a side eye.
“Just climb on his back and try to stay there.”, said Peter; pointing Sirius to you
Your face turned red as you swam to his side “Alright, okay.”
“I will count to three, I will sink down and you will sit on my shoulders, yeah?”, he asked
“Okay.”
“1, 2-”, he said calmly with his hands raised in front of you two, counting
“Wait”, you stopped him and held his hands; preventing him from going anywhere “What if I drown you?”
“You won’t”
“What if I drown you and we both die?”
“We won’t”
“What if you slip and then I choke you with my legs.”
His face turned red at that “I- you won’t”
“What if-”
“Alright, 3.”, he said loudly and sank down, gently guiding you on him; coming up for air after making sure you were fully seated.
“There we go, not that bad, was it?”, he joked
“Nno.”, you said, while trying to maintain your balance, without breaking his neck or ripping his hair off.
He held your thighs with his hands, making sure you’d stay up, and then moved towards the others.
Peter was the first one to go down; both because you and Lily teamed up against him and because Remus had began to grow very tired of holding him.
Then it was yours and Lily’s turn to try and throw eachoter in the water; and you were determined to win to get back at her for forcing you into this game in the first place. Which you eventually did.
“Yes!”, you screamed with a laugh as Lily fell backwards dragging James with her, and earned a round of applause from Remus and Peter who were laying on their blankets and watching the game from over there.
Sirius held out his hand to you, to give you a high five, as he celebrated, before gently diving off his back and into the water with a backflip.
You both laughed together and then he teased you “Told you we’d be fine, you could trust me more.”
“I don’t think I will Black, this was a one time thing for both our sakes.”, you replied teasing him back.
Before leaving you alone and returning to his friends he dived in the water, grabbed your legs and sank you down with him; causing you to let out a surprised scream once you realized what he was doing.
You reached the surface together, your bodies close to eachother and your faces a breath away. As you realized how close you were, you splashed his face with water, while he tried to apologize.
After the day at the Lake, Sirius realized that he didn’t hate you as much. It still annoyed him how you wouldn’t acknowledged his existence when you were together, or how you would talk to everyone but him at parties. And you would better not get him started on quidditch matches and how you cheered for everyone else, but never him.
Bloody Moony had been right, he was obsessing over you, and for what? Why did he care that you didn’t like him. Many people liked him- loved him even.
Come to think of it, he was better off hating you, but now he couldn’t. No, now he had grown to know you. And he had decided you were, likable.
You were smart and funny, he had to give you that.
In charms he would always watch how you would cast the spells, methodically and calm. The way your mouth voiced the words was well, beautiful. And there was one time, when a group of Slytherins had stopped you, Alice and Remus in the corridors. James and him were talking to a group of Hufflepuffs for their upcoming quidditch game and he only saw you from afar. He didn’t like the way your eyebrows furrowed as you listened to the boys talking to you, nor the way your body had taken a defensive stand. He wished he could walk up to them and hex them out of Scotland, but he had no business doing that, he didn’t understand why he even cared that much.
But, why couldn’t he stop glancing over at your form, and loosen the grip on his wand?
Fuck it, he thought and muttered an “excuse me”, to James and the others while walking over you.
Before he could say anything though, and get into any trouble, he heard your voice, strict and irritated “Rosier, I’ve honestly grown tired of the blood purity bullshit, don’t get me wrong, insulting you was fun for the first two years, but we are graduating in a few months, maybe study for NEWTS, get a hobby, remove the stick from your ass?”
He smiled then, as he watched Rosiers face turn purple from trying to come up with an insult, and paid attention to your face, confident and smug.
He watched awestruck as you giggled with your friends, telling himself that this version of you; the relaxed and happy one is his favorite and he really wanted to see it more often.
He watched as you played chess with Peter and tried talking to you, but you were too focused to pay attention to him. He also tried commenting while you discussed with Remus, about the books you were reading, but admittedly he had no clue what he was talking about and you just stared at him, without saying anything back.
It was hopeless; he couldn’t do anything to get you to talk to him, pay attention to him. He didn’t remember making friends to be that hard. He thought he was likable, and interesting but now he questioned everything.
One morning, during Slughorns potions class he woke up to the sight of you sitting next to him and whispering “James asked me to switch seats so he could sit next to Lily, for the Amortentia potion.”
“Oh, right okay.”, he replied back still half-asleep “Wait, what potion are we making today?”
“Amor-” you began to say
“Amortentia Mister Black,” interrupted professor Slughorn “And thank you for waking up to join us, it truly is an honor.”
“Now, who here can tell me what this potion is?”
“Yes miss Evans?”, and as Lily started explaining Sirius felt his eyelids growing heavy once again.
The next time he woke up, was to the smell of his favorite pastries, the ones that Euphemia Potter made him every summer. He almost forgot he was in Potions class and thought he was laying in the Potters backyard, being served delicious strawberry muffins, but then he scented something different; less familiar but he could swear he’d smelled it before.
Suddenly the scent of oranges and hibiscus, overflowed his senses and he could clearly remember what it reminded him of.
He thought back to the day at the Lake and how your body smelled on top of him. Then he was reminded of the way you smell every time he would tower over you in your chess games, or when you would be sat in the couch of his common room; analyzing literature with Remus.
His Amortentia smells like you. You.
His eyes open fully now, and he can see the cauldron professor Slughorn has placed in front of him, while looking at him disapprovingly. As he turns his head he gets a glimpse of you, trying to gently reach the cauldron and smell the potion.
Professor Slughorn calls you first and asks what you smelled.
You hesitated at first, and tapped your fingers on the desk nervously, “I smell old books and seasalt.”, he heard you say. He definitely does not smell like seasalt or old books. Brilliant, not embarrassing in the slightest bit. Of course he would fall for a girl, who didn’t give two shits about him, barely acknowledged him and looked at him as if he’d murdered her entire family. He desperately needed to take care of his mommy issues after graduation.
“What about you, mister Black?”, asked Slughorn
“Strawberry muffins.” He said disappointed and under his breath, and then looked at you, wondering how he ended up in this situation.
A sunny Saturday morning, he found Remus sitting under a tree reading another muggle book of his, -about a woman who enjoyed walking and a man who loved her but despised her family?-
“Moony.”, he said as he sat beside Remus
“Padfoot.”, his friend replied, eyes glued to the book in his hands
“You remember that conversation we had about Lily’s best friend, you know the one-“
“In my little book club? Yes.”
“Well, complications have arisen.”
Remus shut his book and asked his friend “Complications?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of complications.”
“I am glad you asked Moony, by the way, here is a chocolate bar I brought for you.”, he said handing out the sweet, which Remus cautiously accepted
“Well, you remember how I thought she hated me?” He waited for his friend to nod before continuing “For one, I haven’t made any progress with that and also I’ve recently come to the conclusion that I like her.”
“You like her.”
“Yes, painfully so.”
“Right, and- the complications?”
“I just told you.”
“No, you told me you like her, I don’t see anything complicated there, in fact I could’ve told you, you liked her months ago.”, Remus replied, chewing on his chocolate
“You are no help”, sighed Sirius dramatically
“Have you considered, I don’t know, talking to her?”
“Are you mental? Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Did you not hear the part where she can’t stand me?”
“Well, what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know Moony, I thought you would know what I should do, has she told you if she likes anyone? Old books and seasalt, Old books and seasalt, old boo-”
“Wait a minute.”, Sirius muttered to himself and jumped at Remus sniffing him shamelessly.
“What in the bloody hell are you doing?”
“Stand still, I am trying to figure out something, maybe if I turn into Padfoot-”
“She doesn’t like me you git! Stay away.”, his friend shoved him away
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“But how sure-”
“Okay enough, I am leaving and you need to talk to her, because you are ridiculous and insufferable” he said to his best friend as he quickly stood up, taking his book and chocolate with him leaving a confused Sirius behind.
The next few weeks were a complete torment for Sirius, how could he of all people be pining over a girl; especially a girl he couldn’t stand in the beginning of the school year. Humiliating, that’s what he would call this new…situation.
He would never talk to you about his feelings, and what exactly was there to say. “Hello, I can’t really stand you and want to hex you every time you frown at me but I also want to grab your face and snog you until you forget your name?” No, he couldn’t say that.
Instead, he did everything he could to forget about you. He started going out with girls, but always ended up comparing them to you. Which resulted in; him absolutely shitfaced crying to them about you and the misery of unrequited feelings. He thought then, studying and quidditch would help distract him from his infatuation, but he could never focus and your face and voice infected his mind.
“That is enough” snapped Remus one day “You are being ridiculous.”
“You don’t understand Moony, I feel ill. This is killing me.”
“You are so dramatic.”, sighed Peter “Just confess already, let her reject you and then move on.”
“Sod off.” Sirius replied “Honestly Moony, this was supposed to stay between us. Why did you tell him?”
“Because I cannot deal with you on my own. And Peter is right, you should tell her.”
“Tell who what?” Asked a grinning James who’d just arrived in the dorm room.
“Our dear friend here, is having girl issues.”, an amused Peter said
“Who? Remus? Who is the girl?”
“Not me.” Remus replied and pointed at Sirius
“Padfoot?” James asked with an open mouth “You, are having girl problems? How the bloody hell did that happen?”
Sirius replied with a deep sigh and buried his head in his pillow.
“Unrequited love.” Peter laughed
“There is no girl in this castle who isn’t in love with Sirius.” Said James “Well, apart from Pomfrey, Minnie and well your cousins. Even though that last one is up for debate.”
The boy in question, raised his head and gave his friend a disgusted look before saying “Well, Prongs, sorry to shock you but there is.”
“Well who is she? Tell me.”
Sirius stood up dramatically and walked to his friend. He gave him a desperate look and then whispered your name in his ear.
James said nothing, for a few seconds “Prongs? Are you still there?”, his friends asked and then James let out a loud laugh; loud enough for the creatures deep inside the Lake to hear him.
“Are you done?” Sirius said impatiently
“Yeah, I just need to catch my breath.” Replied James giggling causing Sirius to roll his eyes.
“You should definitely tell her.” He said as he calmed down and sat between Remus and Peter
“So you can laugh some more?” Sirius said annoyed
“Just tell her mate, school will be over in a month, you’ll never see her again if things go bad.”
“But they will go bad, haven’t you seen how she looks at me? Like she hates me.”
“Yeah, well you weren’t a fan of her either, and now look at you."
“I didn’t like her because of her stupid pouty mouth and the way her eyes are so… so beautiful.”, he said theatrically
That last comment caused the boys to laugh at their friend
“This is such a disaster, Prongs, mate you need to help me. Obliviate me and save me from this- this utter humiliation.”, he said shaking his friend
“Hey. Grow some courage and tell her or stay miserable. Now, I need to see my girlfriend, excuse me, lads.”
With that, the three boys looked at eachother in silence, which Sirius eventually broke as he asked “How would I even tell her?”
“Just wait for the right moment”, the boys advised him. But the right moment never came. You were never alone, and when you were alone you were either in the library or the common room with your face buried in a book.
And that is why Sirius Black found himself tonight, on a Friday night, walking around the corridors of the castle alone, whilst thinking about everything and nothing.
He felt nostalgic about graduating and never seeing this place again and he also felt a pain in his chest as he thought of you and how much he wanted to have you, while you wanted nothing to do with him.
As he reached the common room he prepared himself to quickly flee to his dorm and sleep off the nights melancholia, but soon he heard laughter and loud voices that informed him escaping wouldn’t be that easy.
“Paaadfoot”, exclaimed a drunk James “Join us, come on.”
“Yes, we were about to play truth or dare, come!” Lily said laughing
As he got closer to his group of friends he caught you sitting there, with your drink in your hand looking at him awkwardly. He hadn’t seen you like this, relaxed, in a long time; and he couldn’t blame you, NEWTS were a breath away and everyone was stressed. Your eyes looked tired and your hair was messy, but you still looked beautiful. He was surprised he didn’t notice it sooner; how pretty you actually are.
“I was heading upstairs, wanted to go to sleep early tonight.”, he said as an excuse, wanting to be alone
“Stay.”, he heard your voice as he made his way up the stairs and then froze in place “If Lily forced me to join and not study, you have to play also.”, you quickly said when you noticed his eyes glued at yours
“Alright” he muttered and took a seat between Remus and Peter
After a few rounds of James asking Lily when she first started liking him, and then Lily daring Peter to do his best impersonation of McGonagall it was Peters turn to ask Sirius;
“Out of every prank we’ve done all these years, which one is your favorite?”
He laughed as he remembered all the memories he’d made in this castle, not all of them were good, but they were his and he cherished every single one of them. And what made them even more special was that the people he’d spent his best years with, were sitting next to him, at this moment.
“Ah there are so many, maybe the feathers? Or or the red paint one.”
“Red paint? Asked Lily
“Ooooh yes, that was a good one, when was it again? Second year?”, asked James
“Third.”, you said
“Yeah thi- wait how do you know?”, Sirius quickly said confused
“Because I was the one covered in red and golden paint you moron!”, you shouted
“What?”
“Girls Bathrooms, in the dungeons. I got in perfectly fine and left drenched in Gryffindors colors, yay for house pride.”, you said amused
“Wait, how?”
“What was the prank?” Asked Lily confused
“We jinxed the bathroom stalls, but in the boys bathroom, thinking Malfoy and his friends would end up with our House colors.”, Remus replied
“How did you end up-”
“Red and Gold? I don’t know Sirius, maybe you jinxed the wrong bathroom.”, you said amused
“What did you do after?”, asked Lily, who was laughing now
“I ran to my dorm, but not before Rosier and his friends saw me. I was called “lion cub” for the rest of the year!”
You exclaimed making everyone laugh; everyone except for Sirius. Is it because of a stupid prank that you hated him? He remembers now how you would look at him with distaste when he mentioned his pranks to you. His eyes were serious and his voice strict as he called out your name.
“We need to talk, outside.” He stood up waiting for you to follow him, but was met with your confused stare “Please”.
You were leaning against the walls with your hands crossed in front of you, as Sirius paced nervously before asking.
“That stupid prank is the reason you hate me?”
“What? I- no”, you said
“It is, isn’t it? You’ve been mad at me all these years for an idiotic mistake I made at 14!”, he said annoyed
“I have not been mad, I was at the start yes, but I got over it that same year when Malfoy ratted on you and you had to clean out the hippogriff stalls.”, you replied with a sincere smile, that caused him to grin before he asked again.
“Then why do you hate me, still?”
“I don’t hate you, why would you think I hate you?”
“Have you seen the way you look at me; like I’ve Avadaed your whole family. And you never talk to me, and when you do you’re sarcastic, as if you hate my whole being, but you talk to everyone else just fine.”, he said finally letting it all out, leaving his stupid crush out of course.
You remained silent for a while, thinking about what he had said to you, and what you would say back, or rather how to say what you wanted to say.
“I, sorry. Sorry about third year and sorry about now, its fine I’ve had a weird week.”, he quickly said, feeling bad for laying it all on you and causing you to be uncomfortable. He made his way back to his dorm, but you were quick enough to catch his arm and stop him.
“No, wait. You are right, I do treat you like that, and I am sorry. I don’t hate you, though.”
“Then what is it?” he asked confused
“I- you can’t laugh at me.”
“Okay.”
“I like you.”, you said at first and then continued “It was a stupid crush at first, but then we talked and you were funny and interesting and I felt like an idiot for liking you because you are you-“
His laugh was what interrupted your speech. And in all honesty, he couldn’t stop himself, everything seemed so ridiculous then. How he pined over you, and how dramatic he was being all his time. And, you, you liked him and that piece of information felt like a huge weight off his chest. Now, everything made sense. Before he could tell you everything and confess his feelings your angry voice stopped him.
“You said you wouldn’t laugh.”, you exclaimed and starting walking away from him
“No wait you don’t understand.” He said running after you
“Sod off, now that I think about it, I do hate you”
“Wait!” He begged
“No, goodni-” you replied without looking at him, but suddenly his hand was wrapped around your wrist and then his lips were on yours.
“What?”, you let out confused as you parted from him
“Sorry I didn’t know how else to-” , he said breathless before you kissed him again, grabbing his tie and wrapping your arms around him this time. He closed his eyes, and let himself bury his fingers in your hair and waist, pulling you impossibly close to him. Not wanting to let go, ever. You both sighed as you stopped, because of your lungs begging for air. You smiled at eachother and he looped his arm around your shoulders as you two walked down the corridors.
“So you don’t hate me.”, he said softly
“No, and you, I take it, don’t hate me either.”, you replied with a smile and turned your head to rest at his shoulder.
“I tolerate you.” He joked and you raised your head and bumped into him with your shoulder. To which, he replied with a laugh and a soft kiss.
“I like you, incredibly much.”, he whispered to your lips.
You ended up underneath the tree by the lake, with your back to his chest and your hands intertwined.
“So, who smells like seasalt and old books, because I know I don’t.” He whispered in your hair
“It’s a bit early to start getting jealous isn’t it?” You grinned “I’ll tell you, when you tell me who smells like strawberry muffins.”
“Is it that Hufflepuff girl talking to you at that party last month, because you both should know; I don’t share.”, you joked and turned your head back to look at him. He laughed at that and kissed your forehead before saying.
“Alright darling, I’ll let mrs. Potter know."
“What?” You said and the realization caused you both to laugh.
"Old books, sea salt and your cologne. That’s what I smelled”, you confessed and he looped his arms around you, keeping you close, so close you could feel the beat of his heart.
“Want to go back?”, you whispered after a while
“No, not yet, I want you to myself, for a little bit more.”, he said as he closed his eyes and you hugged his arms before answering with a satisfied smile “You can have me for a lot longer than that.”
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#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black imagine#sirius black fluff#enemies to friends to lovers#idiots to lovers#remus being a constant mood#inspired by a Taylor swift song
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Our Love is Enough
Summary: You’re Tengen’s fourth wife. You pass out because you haven’t been eating and Tengen finds out. Furious, he confronts and later, confronts your bullies.
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You woke up with a start. How long have you been asleep? God, you were so behind on your chores. You threw the blanket off you and were about to stand up when a wave of dizziness hit you. You sat back down, holding your head. This headache was still driving you nuts. How could you do your wifely duties while your head hurt?
“Ah, I see you’re awake,”
Damnit, someone needed to put a bell on Shinobu. How long had she been in the room?
“Yes, I am. How long have I been asleep?”
“Asleep?” Shinobu cocked her head. “Y/N, you passed out. You suddenly collapsed while making dinner for your husband and your wives.”
Oh no.
Your dizzy spells had been worsening, but you managed to hide them. When you passed out, you could always tell. Why had this one been so bad? Oh, and Tengen saw it! Tengen probably went ballistic; he was so protective of his wives. Suma was also so sensitive; she hated seeing people she loved hurt. God, this was such a mess.
“Y/N, how long were you planning on not eating?” Shinobu asked.
You didn’t say anything for a second. There was no way Shinobu hadn’t realized what was going on. While she wasn’t the strongest Hashria but she was brilliant. There was no one smarter than her.
“It was only three days,” You managed to answer.
“Oh, that’s fine. You only starved your body of nutrients needed to survive and caused yourself to pass out,” Shinobu’s voice had a bite to it. “Not only did you worry Tengen and your sweet wives, but you didn’t even think of poor little Zenistu.”
Shinobu was good at making your feel guilty. Granted, she was right. Zenistu had found out about you not eating; he heard your stomach rumbling. You explained and begged him not to say anything when he asked why. The secret was probably eating him up inside. Sweet Zenistu had always been so kind to you, partly because he had an obvious crush on you. What a terrible person you were to take advantage of him.
“I—-I—-” Your voice wavered. “I was trying to lose weight so I wouldn’t embarrass Tengen and the others.”
The first tear slid down your face.
“What?” Shinobu asked.
“Look at me!” You shouted. “My body is so unappealing compared to Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru’s. I’m a fat tub of lard who doesn’t deserve four loving spouses! Tengen would be better off without me anyways!”
Tears begin to fall, and you hide your face, sobbing. All you had wanted was to be a beautiful wife to Tengen and your three wives. Now, you had failed. You had failed completely. They would never accept you back. What were you going to do? Where would you live? The idea of them rejecting you was worse than death in your eyes.
Shinbou grabbed your hair and slapped you across the face.
“That is enough! Y/N, I’ll poison you if you ever speak about yourself like this again!” She said. “How could you doubt Tengen’s love? Do you think he’s so cruel?”
“No, but—”
“While I think four wives is too many, there is no doubt in my mind that Tengen adores you,” Shinobu continued. “I remember when he came to me, asking for advice.”
“He came to you? Why?”
“He said it had been long since he courted anyone. He was nervous.”
“Nervous,” You deadpanned. “Tengen Uzui, the god of festivals, was nervous?”
“I know, I can barely believe it myself, but Tengen was enamored with you. And your wives? Oh, they were beside themselves. Didn’t you notice how Suma would always follow you around?”
The memory brought a smile to your face. Before marrying Uzui and your wives, you were a nurse at the Butterfly Mansion. When you met Uzui, you didn’t think much of his flirting. How come could someone like him be interested in a fatty like you? Then, you met Suma, Makio, and Hina. They were each beautiful in their own way, and you weren’t shocked when Tengen revealed he was married to all three of them.
What was shocking was all four of them had taken an interest in you. Suma would show up at the butterfly mansion and just trail after you. Even though she was squeamish around blood and broken bones, she never stopped following after you. Makio had been a bit more awkward, coming off as mean when she interacted with you. Your sweetness had won her over; that she what she told you. Whenever Makio showed up, you always smiled at her no matter what she said.
Hina was much more subtle, but you had caught her blushing a few times. When you asked why, she brushed it off, but eventually, you noticed her staring. You were naive at the time; you hadn’t dated much. Being a bigger woman meant a smaller dating pool. You didn’t pick up on these clues until Tengen came to you with a massive bouquet of flowers. It was filled with some of the most beautiful and unique flowers I had ever seen.
“Oh, those are beautiful, Tengen,” You said with a smile. “Shinobu will love them.”
“These aren’t for Kocho-san,” He said.
“Really? I thought they were a gift to thank you for constantly patching you,” You teased.
“It’s true; she has been a great help in keeping me in tip-top shape,” Tengen said. “But these are you for.”
That made you freeze. Was this a joke? No one had ever given you flowers. Well, your father had, but that didn’t count. You looked at him, searching for a bit of malice in his smile. No, that smile was genuine. Tengen wasn’t a person to lie; he was always honest about his desires.
“For me?” You looked at the flowers. “But wouldn’t this be something you give to some you want to court?”
“Oh, so you’re finally catching on,” Tengen handed you the flowers. “Y/N, my wives have been begging me to ask you a crucial question. It’s not a question I ask just anyone. Y/N, would you allow us the honor of courting you?”
The world had gone still at that moment. You were speechless for an eternity before you squeaked out a small ‘yes.’
“Wait, did you suggest the bouquet he gave me?” You asked Shinobu.
“I did,” Shinobu giggled. “He didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, so he decided to get that big one, full of different ones. He was nervous even then. I had to push him into the mansion to get him going.”
This news was shocking. Tengen was the most confident man you knew. No one could even come close to Tengen’s bravado. He saw himself as a god and declared he was flashy constantly. But he had been nervous about courting you? That seemed impossible. It drove people crazy, but you personally found it charming. You wished you had at least a fraction of his confidence.
Your conversation was interrupted when the door flew open. There stood your husband, panting and slightly sweaty. Oh, you were in for it. He was going to be so mad at you. He made his way toward your bed and then grabbed your face.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
“Um—yes?”
“There are no bruises from the fall? Did you hit your head? What about a fracture?” He turned to Shinobu. “I want you to run as many tests as you can. What if she contracted a deadly disease?”
“Um–Tengen?”
“When she fell, she fell hard! Was there any bleeding?”
“Tengen?”
“Do we need to contact any other doctors?”
“TENGEN!” You managed to shout. “Tengen, I’m fine. I just passed out.”
“Yes, because you weren’t eating,” Tengen said.
Great, he knew. Zenistu had probably told him. You winced as he gave you what was known as the ‘Husband Stare.’ He was angry.
“It’s no big deal, I just—-”
“No big deal?” Tengen repeated. “No big deal? No big deal!? You PASSED OUT! You could have been injured when you fell!”
“But I wasn’t,” You tried to interrupt.
“And do you know what starving yourself does? That is not flashy! It thins out your hair, and your complexion becomes dull. I will not allow it!”
“I just–I was trying to lose weight. I thought it’d be faster this way,” You admitted. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed by me.”
“Embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed by you?”
“Tengen, you’re so muscular and toned, while our wives have perfect waists. All of you are so perfect, and then there is me. I’m not even close to being on your level.”
“Who says?” Tengen asked. “Wait, were those assholes in town?”
“I—wait, you know?”
“Of course, I know. The blonde hair wimp told me. He was worried about you and used his hearing to figure out someone in town had been harassing you. Beloved, I don’t care what others think. It’s their fault for not seeing how brilliant and flashy you are. I’m also hurt. Do you think I’d leave you just because you’re not skinny?”
“Tengen,” You sniffled. “I—I’m sorry, I just got scared. You’re the best thing to happen to me, and I love our wives too. I’m just always afraid of losing this wonderful life.”
“Why?” Tengen asked, caressing your face. “Suma, Hina and Makio love you. I love you. Can’t our love be enough? The rest of the world can be stupid and not see your greatness, but you never have to worry about our love.”
“Oh, Tengen!” You hugged him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean you scare you or our wives. I love you all so much!”
“Please, don’t starve yourself to fit in. You don’t have to,” Tengen squeezed you. “Let’s go home.”
“Wait,” You looked over at Shinobu. “Shinobu, I want to thank you. Not just for your help but for talking to me.”
“You’re welcome. Normally, I’d recommend you stay in bed, but I have a feeling Uzui won’t listen to me,” Shinobu sighed.
“You’d be right,” Uzui said.
Uzui picked you up effortlessly. You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I can walk!” You protested.
“The girls don’t want to be away from her,” Uzui continued. “Thank you for your help Kocho!”
“Tengen, I can walk!” You said again.
“Walking is for those who are unflashy,” He said, carrying you out of the mansion.
“Y/N, YOU’RE OKAY!”
Suma started bawling upon seeing you. The entire way back home, Uzui refused to put you down. When you entered the house, the wives all came running to greet you. Tengen put you down, and immediately, you were swarmed by the three women.
“I thought you were going to die!” Suma wailed. “You passed out, and it was so scary!”
“Stop smothering her; you’ll get snot all over her!” Makio said. “Y/N, don’t you ever do that to us again! You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“I’m sorry, Makio, Suma,” You said. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Your stomach growled loudly, interrupting the sweet moment.
“I had a feeling you’d be hungry,” Hinatsuru chuckled. “We prepared a special dinner.”
“Would there be any tempura?” You asked, hopefully.
“Of course,” Hinatsuru said.
“Yes! I love your cooking, Hina!” You hugged her.
“Hey, where is my hug?” Suma asked.
Tengen smiled as he watched his happy wives. It was chaos, but god, did he love it. People usually enjoyed silence and stillness but not Tengen. He wanted his house to be loud, filled with laughter and love. As the girls ushered Y/N into the dining room, Tengen slipped away. He was going to join them, but he had something else he needed to attend to.
Quietly as he could, he took off towards town. He reached the local bar; outside stood Zenistu.
“Are they in there?” Tengen asked.
“Yes,” Zenistu said through gritted teeth. “Once you’re done with me, I want to a turn! Those slimeballs insult Miss Y/N’s beauty! They’re going to pay.”
Tengen chuckled; Zenistu was many things, but he didn’t take people disrespecting women. It was flashy. Zenistu entered the bar and pointed towards a rowdy group sitting at a table. Tengen nodded as he marched towards them. He stopped before the group, waiting for them to notice him. A sloppily, dull man with greasy hair looked at him, unimpressed. It took them a minute.
“Can we help you?” One of them asked.
Tengen responded with a hand around the man’s neck. Without breaking a sweat, he threw the offender over an empty table. It shattered, and bar patrons took notice. The man gasped for air but had little time to breathe as Tengen picked him up by the feet.
“Daichi!” Someone yelled. “Hey, put him down!”
Tengen turned to look at the rest of the group. The rest of them froze as he gave them a cold, heartless stare. These were the people who harassed his wife; they had no rights. He dropped Daichi and strode over to the table.
“Which one of you said it?” He asked his voice low.
“S-said what?” One of them gulped.
“Which one of you called my wife a cow?” He asked. “Don’t act like you don’t know. Y/N Uzui, she comes to town frequently, and I was told that you unflashy lot are the ones who demeaned her. So who said it?”
The rest of the table was silent, giving each other glances. Tengen’s patience was wearing thin. He took his blades on and stabbed the table.
“It was Shouji!” Daichi managed, pointing at a man in a green kimono. “He was the one who started it! He even said she looked like a whale!”
“It’s true! He even oinked at her like a pig!” Another added.
“Seriously?” Shouji said. “Okay, so I called the fatty a cow! So—”
Tengen grabbed Shouji by the neck. Shouji started gagging, but Tengen didn’t let go. Instead, he left the bar with Shouji in hand. He passed by Zenistu and merely nodded. The yellow-haired boy returned the nod and ran into the bar. He could hear the young boy screaming up a storm, defending Y/N. Shouji kept trying to breathe, but Tengen ignored him.
Using his training, he jumped up into the air and landed on a building. No, it wasn’t high enough. Looking around, he saw a tower. Ah, that was perfect. He ran towards it, never releasing his grip. Tengen jumped up and ran up the building when he got close enough. When he reached the top, he held Shouji over the edge.
“Please, please don’t drop me!” He begged.
“Oh, I’m not going to drop you,” Tengen said with a twisted grin. “But you are going to suffer. I’m also going to make something clear. Don’t you ever interact with my wife again? Don’t look at her, don’t think about her, don’t even mention her name. Got it?”
Shouji nodded. Tengen brought him away from the edge and set him down. He got a kunai and held it against the other man’s throat.
“Get undressed, now,”
Shouji complied. Once he was down to his underwear, Tengen threw rope toward the man.
“Tie your arms up,” He said. “Hurry it up.”
Once again, Shouji obeyed. Once he was tied, Tengen grabbed the rest of the rope. He tied it firmly to the railing and then grabbed Shouji. Shouji started to beg for mercy, but it fell on deaf ears. Tengen tossed Shouji over the edge and watched as the man wailed. He hung there, naked and terrified. Tengen felt satisfied and decided to head back to his wives.
“Wow, you even made ramen? Just for me?” Y/N said.
“Of course! I even added extra pork,” Hinasturu said.
“Hina, you’re the best!” Y/N said.
“Hey, what about us? We helped you know,” Makio grumbled, crossing her arms.
Y/N laughed and gave Makio a kiss on the cheek. Makio tried to hide her face, but she was apparently smiling.
“I want a kiss too!” Suma pouted. “I was the one who made the dango!”
“There is dango for dessert? Hooray!”
Y/N pulled Suma forward and showered her with kisses.
“Hey, no fair!” Makio said.
Tengen managed to sneak back into the kitchen without his wife noticing. He laughed heartily, seeing Makio and Suma fighting over Y/N’s affections. Y/N noticed Tengen, and she got up to run to him.
“You’ll miss out if you don’t come and sit! If you don’t, I’ll eat all of it!” Y/N teased.
“Now this?” Tengen tickled her chin. “This is what I like to see. I like to see my Y/N happy and silly like she normally is. No more starving yourself?”
“Nope!” She said. “Now come on, sit down!”
Tengen sat down with his wives. He smiled as he looked down at his spouse. Y/N was feeding Suma a dumpling while Hinastru cleaned something off Makio’s face. Makio was blushing, trying to avoid Hina’s look. This was his perfect little family; he’d do anything to protect them.
#Rooty Writes#Demon Slayer#Demon Slayer: Kimestu no Yaiba#Uzui Tengen#Uzui Tengen x Reader#Suma Uzui#Makio Uzui#Hinatsuru Uzui#Uzui Tengen x Suma x Makio x Hinatsuru#polyamory
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Hi Court!! I saw your requests were open and I SPRINTED here :) I love your Frank fics and I wanted to switch to angst, because I’m a mean woman sometimes. I watched that movie called southpaw with the death scene and I thought that it’d be amazing with frank. Like he is in love with a very cute woman but in secret, she’s a friend and doesn’t know that frank is pining for her, but one of his enemies find him while they’re hanging out together and they start a fight and a stray bullet hits her. This is the scene (maybe it inspires you and also the acting is brilliant): https://youtu.be/bPL13UXFGr8 (minute 3:30)
nonnie...
nonnie nonnie nonnie nonnie. I am also a mean woman sometimes (so thank you for making me feel seen) and when I tell you this movie was an emotional trainwreck for me...like there wasn't a single second of it that didn't hurt. I switched it up just a little in a way that made more sense for me (I hope that's okay) and absolutely wrecked myself in the process. 🙃 I don't even know if I should tell you to enjoy or not...but...happy crying??
psa: this one is rough. if y'all thought violets was bad...this one might not be for you. this is all angst. all pain. no comfort whatsoever. if you are on the more sensitive side & need to skip this one, you will not hurt my feelings! my inbox is open if you wanna yell at me, or if you need tissues or hugs. I am profusely apologizing in advance (pls don't hate me for this one).
warning: swearing, mentions of blood & violence, death, mentions of gun violence
word count: 1.7k
let that go.
He should’ve walked away. He should’ve just fucking walked away. You’d asked him to, begged him to, but he hadn’t listened. Instead he was reckless, and let that violent storm of chaos that always lingered in his bones take over, clouding his vision and dulling his vigilance with blinding shades of rage. They were just words, they didn’t mean anything. They certainly weren’t worth losing you over. But how could he just stand by while that asshole talked about you like that?
C’mon, baby. You ain’t been with a real man before. He can’t take care of you like I can.
You can’t handle a woman like that, bro. She’s way too damn fine for you. How about we play for her?
He was just another drunk shithead talking out of his ass, looking for a fight. You had grabbed onto Frank’s arm the second he had started mouthing off, giving him a soft smile as you shook your head slowly and squeezed his wrist.
He’s just trying to get a rise out of you, Frankie. Don’t listen to him.
C’mon, Castle. You promised me a night with no fighting.
You had told him to leave it alone. To focus on you, and continue telling the story about how he and Curtis had snuck into Billy’s bunk one night and shaved off his eyebrows. Why didn’t he finish the fucking story? Why didn’t he leave when you asked him to?
You know what, let’s just go. I’ve got drinks at my place, we can order a pizza or something. Come on, let’s just go.
Let’s just go.
Let’s just go.
He was so close. Your hand was so soft as you held his, guiding him towards the exit of the dive bar you two hung out in all the time. The door was right there. Less than ten feet away, just a few more steps, and you two would’ve been out of there. Frank would be on your couch, right now, cold beer in hand, admiring you as you spoke like he always did. Laughing along with whatever joke you were telling. Smiling as he enjoyed how animated your hands were as you painted him a picture of whatever story you were telling. Maybe tonight would’ve been the night he finally worked up the courage to tell you he loved you. Maybe he would’ve kissed you. Maybe you would’ve kissed him.
What’s up man, I gotta fuck your bitch to get your attention?
The butterflies that had filled his stomach from the way your hand fit perfectly in his were immediately incinerated with rage as those words hit his ears. He abruptly stopped, dropping his hand from yours as he turned around swiftly to face the man, jaw setting in a hard line at the way he and his buddies were laughing.
Oh shit, there he is. That got his attention. What’s up, man?
Frank barely registered the feeling of your palms futilely pushing at his chest, trying to force him closer to the door as you pleaded with him. He only tore his eyes down to yours when you grabbed onto the back of his neck, cradling his face in your other palm as you stared up at him with an expression of pure concern.
Frankie, please. Let that go. Please, keep walking. Come on, come home with me. Don’t listen to him. Just let that go.
Let that go.
Let that go.
He should’ve listened to you. He should’ve just done what you asked. He should’ve fucking listened.
Don’t worry, bro. I’ll film it for you. That way you have a little tutorial on how to treat a piece of pussy like th-
Your voice sounded miles away in the back of Frank’s head as he charged forward like a vengeful bull, seeing nothing but red as his fist cracked across the man’s jaw, sending a rain cloud of blood from his mouth onto the floor. It all happened so fast. Frank’s fury completely took over, and anyone that dared to deter his merciless path of revenge was treated with the same unrelenting violence that surged through his fists. He could barely hear you screaming in the background, begging him to stop, pleading cries of his name leaving your lips.
But he couldn’t stop.
That bloodthirsty thing inside of him he thought was gone had only been lying dormant all this time, waiting for that first taste of crimson to reignite its craving, and now it wanted its pound of flesh. Everything passed by in a blur, and Frank had lost track of who exactly he was fighting at this point, but it didn’t even matter. His inner demons weren’t prejudiced about where their offerings came from.
Bang.
The entire bar went silent the second a gunshot rang through the small space, and everyone immediately dropped to the floor. An ear splitting scream cut through the eerie stillness, and the sound seemed to snap Frank out of the haze of wrath he had been stuck in.
Frank?
Frank had never heard your voice sound so small. He instantly whipped his head in your direction, seeming to sober up as he took in the twisted up look of pain and confusion on your face.
Hey. Hey, sweetheart? What is it? What’s wrong?
I…I don’t…I don’t know…
Frank was over to you in two short strides, cradling your face in his large bloodied hands as he searched your face with furrowed brows.
What happened?
Something…something happened…
As he glanced down to scan your body, he noticed the way your hand clutched at your side. Fear suddenly sent an icy chill down his spine seeing the hints of deep red that started to seep through your fingers. Tugging your wrist away gently, Frank’s entire body went rigid seeing the maroon stain on your shirt that was beginning to spread like a wine stain on white carpet.
Am I…am I okay? Am I okay?
Fuck…fuck you’re alright, sweetheart. You’re alright. I got you, yeah? I got you, just hang on.
A loud cry of pain pierced through your chest when Frank pressed his palm firmly against your side to apply pressure, wrapping you up in his arms as he glanced around frantically for help.
I know…I know, baby, I’m sorry. I gotta stop the bleedin’, okay? I know it hurts, just stay with me, alright? Fuck…someone call a fuckin’ ambulance now!
You gripped onto the collar of Frank’s shirt like a lifeline, staring up at him with wide panicked eyes as you started to hyperventilate.
Here, let me lay you back-
No…no no no no, I don’t wanna lay down. I don’t wanna lay down!
Okay…okay, you don’t have to. You don’t have to, baby. I got you…I got you sweetheart, it’s alright. It’s gonna be alright.
Tears formed in the corners of Frank’s eyes hearing the fear in your voice. He held you as tightly to his chest as he could, keeping pressure on the wound. The bartender knelt beside him and handed him a rag for the blood, informing him an ambulance was on the way.
Frank…Frank…
Yeah? Yeah, what is it baby?
I wanna go home, Frank. I wanna go home-
Okay, okay baby. We’ll go home. We’ll go home, I promise. Yeah?
I wanna go home. I wanna go home, Frank. Please…I wanna go home. I wanna-
Frank hugged you tightly to his chest when you started to cry, nodding quickly as his frantic eyes quickly scanned over your body. His bottom lip trembled as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, reaching a shaky hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
Just stay with me, sweetheart. It’s not that bad, yeah?
Lot…lot of blood…it’s a lot of blood-
It’s not that bad, sweetheart. Just stay with me. Hey…hey c’mon, look at me. Look at me in my eyes, baby. C’mon, look at me honey.
Frank felt panic start to rise even higher in his chest as you coughed, blood spluttering out of your mouth and staining your lips and teeth a bright cherry red. Shaking his head quickly, Frank cradled your face and distraughtly tried to wipe it off of your lips.
Oh baby…fuck, baby baby baby-no, no no no, c’mon. Here-
It’s okay…it’s okay, Frankie…it’s…it’s okay-
It’s just a little blood, sweetheart. S’alright, it’s not that bad.
Frank leaned into your touch as your shaky hand cradled his face, staring down at you with glassy eyes as his lips trembled with regret. He shook his head slowly, mumbling endless apologies as your mouth pulled into the faintest of smiles, tears turning the lingering traces of blood on your face into transparent shades of pink.
I love you, Frank.
Pressing his forehead against yours, Frank let out a choked sob as he cradled the back of your head, tasting the familiar metallic tang of blood as he gently captured your lips in a soft kiss.
I love you, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry, baby. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I can…I can go home…we can go home…
We’re gonna go home, I promise. We’re gonna go home real soon. It’s just a little blood, that’s all. Just a little, yeah?
Full blown panic set in when your hand slowly dropped from Frank’s face, and your grip on his collar loosened into nothing. There wasn’t anymore fear in your eyes as your lids became heavy, and your chest didn’t shake as it struggled to take in oxygen. Frank pulled you fully into his lap, holding your head against his chest as he kept a light grip on your face, searching your face fervently with denial.
No no no…no no no wait wait wait wait. Baby…c’mon, look at me. Look at me in my eyes. C’mon sweetheart, let me see those pretty eyes. No no no no, please…please baby…stay…stay stay stay…c’mon baby stay…baby wait please…no no no…
Frank squeezed his eyes shut as he buried his face into your neck, hugging onto your lifeless body as tightly as he could. A howl of pain ripped through his chest as he sobbed, rocking you back and forth in his arms, repeatedly pouring apologies into your ear.
He should’ve listened.
He could’ve been holding you in his arms, saying hello to a new life with you.
But instead he was holding you in his arms, saying goodbye as you took your last breath.
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Along Came A Spider…2099
Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, slight rough sex, slight blood play, passionate love making…
(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)
Chapter 14- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold Pt.2
Three weeks later..
“She was a daughter, a brilliant mind, and most of all she will be missed. Many people didn’t know my sister but I did. She was kind, and she loved her family. I just…I just wish she had gotten the help she needed when she was alive…”
Dominic D’Angelo, Dana’s younger brother was speaking and you were in the far back row.
Why were you at the funeral of the woman who hated your very existence?
That was simple to answer for two separate reasons.
1. You wanted to make sure Dana D’Angelo was actually dead.
And..
2. You wanted answers for the inner battle you had in your mind.
The emotions you felt for Dana were simple and complicated. You hated her but you also felt bad for her only because you could see yourself in that casket. She did terrible things, but if you were in her shoes would you had been able to resist the temptation to have all you wanted? To have the life you once had and all you had to do was make one persons life miserable?
A part of you, the cynical part of you, wouldn’t hesitate. But the other part, the compassionate part of you couldn’t do it.
From how Dana did everything you can tell that love makes you do crazy things.
As you glance down the aisle you see the casket was closed. Which was wise since her little pumpkin did explode and burned 98% of her body. And she did well she did smack deep into the pavement.
As the funeral had moved outside you were walking away from the crowd. You saw from the distance Dana’s family crying. Her mother had fallen to her knees and you just couldn’t take seeing that.
As you walk to your car, you get a call. You look at the screen and see it was Miguel. You let it ring and waited five more minutes just so it would seem as if you missed his call. You then send him a text before driving out of the parking lot.
Hey just out running errands, I’ll be home soon. Love you.
You hated that you had to lie about going to Dana’s funeral but this was the first time Miguel had let you out of his sight since the incident.
The thought of Miguel’s shoulder snapping when he caught you still gave you nightmares and you needed some time alone.
You needed to think about what you know, and you wanted to talk about it with Miguel but he was still in shock that you had almost died.
It didn’t help that when you two slept in the same bed, he held onto you just a little too tight. He would wake up every night checking to make sure you were still there. You had to practically beg Miguel to let you go out for a while.
You drive back to the apartment but you start to feel your hands shake on the steering wheel. You pull into your parking spot and you shut the car off, sitting in silence. The pain crawls into your chest and you clench your jaw feeling it finally spread over you.
You lean your head against the steering wheel and you cried hard. Letting your emotions go. Everything, every emotion just hits you like a freight train and you wanted it to stop.
You had another life, whether it was from another universe, it didn’t matter. You had another life, you were a mother. A wife. Your parents were still alive. You were working as a tech engineer. You had the life you always wanted. And thanks to Dana, it was gone.
You feel the cry in your chest get ugly and your body jerked, when you hear something knocking on your window. You were going to ignore whoever it was outside your window until you heard his voice.
You use your sleeve to dry your eyes and you roll down the window to see Miguel. His eyes were a blood shot red as if he didn’t sleep while you were gone.
Understanding how he had became for the past few weeks he probably hadn’t slept. “Amor, do you want to talk?” He asks in a soft voice as you sniffle back the tears. “P…please.”
“Vamos adentro, mi amor.” He steps back and you roll the window back up and you take your key out of the ignition. Once you’re outside of your car you lock the doors and Miguel takes your hand. His touch was ever so gentle as he held your hand.
He must think you’re going to crumble from his touch.
Once you’re inside he guides you into his apartment and he locks his door behind himself. “D-” You raise your hand and you go to the kitchen. You grab a glass and take a pitcher of water from the fridge and pour yourself a glass.
You drink the crisp water and stand there feeling him studying you. You keep your back to him and put the pitcher back. When you turn to him you feel your lip tremble.
“I…” You try to collect your words and get it together. “I seen. I seen everything. I don’t know what Dana did to me but I seen the life we had. All of them.” You mention to Miguel as you see what he has to say. He was silent.
“I dream about those lives. And when I wake up, baby I curl up into a ball and I want to sleep again. To know that in another world , my parents, my ambitions, our son…is there. I want that so much. But I am happy in this world because you’re in it. You are my happiness. Eres mi corazón en forma humana.” You smile because you remember what that phrase means to you, you remember the story and feel your chest swell because he was telling you the whole time.
“I love you so much Miguel, I think I did the day we met. And to know that we always find each other in every universe is…amazing. But I am scared. I’m scared because I don’t want you taken from me. Miguel I went to Dana’s funeral and all I could think of is that that could’ve been me in that casket. I could’ve been the one who ruined someone’s life just to have that happiness. I…I don’t want to lose you.”
You let out a sob and Miguel makes it across the room to you in three strides. “Amor, no me perderás. I’m here. I am here and I don’t plan on leaving or being taken from you. I would fight heaven and hell just to stay by your side.” He holds you and you wrap your arms around his waist. If you could you’d hold him until your bodies had molded together.
“I’m also sad because you knew what we had on that earth and yet you couldn’t say anything. I bet you felt so lonely looking for me.” You say in his chest.
He moves your face so that you’re looking up at him and he kisses your head. “I wanted to tell you the moment I saw you in the parking lot when your bottle hit my foot. But I didn’t want scare you off. So I waited, it’s funny I think I would’ve waited forever for you to see it.” He then hugs you again and you buried your face into his chest.
“That won’t happen again will it? The portal thing?” You ask him. “No, amor. I’ve been monitoring the whole situation. As long as there aren’t any anomalies-“
“Anomalies?” You question him as you look up. “In our case it would be a person or thing that would deviate from our norm. I’ve had Lyla scanning and so far there are none.” Hearing that name makes your ears perk up.
“Lyla…you created her but I helped you with giving her emotions.” You word vomit as you chew your bottom lip. Miguel pulls your lip free and nods. “She’s been wanting to see you but you can have your reunion later. Right now you look like you could use a hot meal and some rest.”
You place your hand on Miguel’s stubbled cheek and give a small laugh. “You’re one to talk, you look so tired. How about we take a nap and then we can eat.” You suggest. “Eso suena amoroso.” He takes your hand and he tugs you towards the bed room.
You follow and when you two make it to the room, he closes the door and he turns to you. Miguel kisses your lips gently at first and he helps you strip off your shirt. You strip down to just your underwear and he leans away from you for a second, grabbing one of his t shirts and handing it to you.
You pull it over your head and arms, letting the cool red and blue fabric slide down your body. Miguel had taken off his shirt and pants. Kicking his things to the side as he stands in his boxers and then he guides you to the bed.
When you crawl into bed together, you cuddle up close to Miguel and he this times holds you but not too tight. He knows you’re there and he knows you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
You two lay there in silence and sigh. “Are you even tired now?” You ask feeling wide awake. “Estoy bien despierto, amor.” The both of you chuckle and you lean up on your elbow and look at him.
“Baby, you know how I feel about this. But what do you think about all of this?” He trails his fingertips against your thigh and he thinks for a moment. “I feel, and don’t be mad. But I feel happy that you know. And I want to apologize for making it seem as if I was gaslighting you, because I saw the signs. The way our bodies just knew each other. The way we just knew each other? There’s no hiding that. And if you have questions about anything, then I will answer them.”
You then reach out and touch the few grey hairs at his temple. “Now tell me how you felt when you saw I almost died.” Miguel’s fingers on your thigh freezes.
“I don’t want to-” You stop him. “I’ll tell you how I felt. I felt scared, I felt angry and I just felt sad. All of those emotions were running through my head. I felt scared because for that split second I thought you weren’t going to catch me. I thought I was going to eat pavement and you were going to be alone again. I felt angry because of Dana and at you. I was angry with you because in that moment you didn’t protect me from her kidnapping me. But it was on me, I did tell you to get my purse at that time. And I felt sad because I felt like I had so much to live for, I want to get that future with you. I wanted to be with you, baby. But when you saved me I was relieved. A little scared because of how your arms snapped out of place, but you reassured me that you’d heal. So thank you for giving me a second chance at life.” You lean over and kiss his lips and you feel his mouth tremble.
The next thing you know is you’re on your back and Miguel was on top of you. His position had reminded you of a bird being in a cage and you were the small bird.
His eyes were a mixture of hazel and red, but the thing that broke your heart was there were tears in them. They didn’t fall, they were at the edge of his pretty eyes.
“I thought I was going to lose the love of my life. All those memories and new ones, all of those times I’d look at your beautiful face…I thought it was going to be the last time. I saw our lives flash before my eyes. Our son would never be born, your dreams would never come true. We’d never get married. I would never get to hold you again. My entire world was going to die. I am grateful I saved you. But amor I have nightmares at night. You’re not there and I’m searching for you. I’m calling your name and you don’t answer me…”
Miguel closed his eyes and he was silent for a second. “…I always find myself in the dream walking down this long and dreary road, and when I get to the end of it I…I see your grave. I fall to my knees and I cry. I cry because you’re gone and I’m alone in the universe again. When I wake up, I panic because I think you’re gone but you’re there so I hold you close and I thank God you’re still with me because if you’re not here, then this world will not have a spider-man because I would join you.”
The tears rolls down his cheeks and you reach up wiping them away. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever speak like that. I want you to be happy, Miguel. Even if it’s not with m-” He leans down capturing your lips with his and you feel more tears hit your face.
He pins your hands down and he kisses you. You can tell he doesn’t want to talk about the subject anymore so you don’t push. You kiss him back and you wrap your legs around his waist. He lets your hands go and he holds your face, continuing to kiss you.
His kisses go from gentle to hungry. Miguel releases your lips and he looks down at you. He’s silent but his movements were loud as he scoots down, his nose trailing close to your lower stomach.
You get goosebumps as his eyes stay locked on yours for a moment. He inhaled deeply and he kisses your lower stomach. You feel his fingers slides your panties pass your hips and you lift a bit to help. He brings them to your ankles and he tosses them somewhere in the room.
Miguel looks back at you and you feel his warm breathe against your skin. He looks away just to part your legs and he looks at you again through his lashes as if he’s asking permission to continue.
You give a subtle nod and he kisses your inner thighs. He trails his lips down to your legs and you watch as each kiss was passionate. He lifts your right leg and he kisses your ankle. He rubs your foot and does the same to the left.
“I want you to know, that I will make sure to never put you through that again. I will protect you, our unborn child, our future. I love you so much that my heart aches when you’re not there. My body misses you when you’re not close. I will forever love you, Tommie O’Hara. Because you are my universe. And if you’ll let me, I want to show you what you mean to me. Let me show you. Let me just worship you in this moment, mi pequeña diosa.” He places your leg down and he knees, while parting your legs.
He parts your lips with his fingers and he licks your inner lips slowly as he twirls his tongue. Your eyes roll closed as he sucks your clit. You feel your hips get into a rolling motion and you only open your eyes as you feel him sucking.
You look down at him and he gives a few lazy licks and he takes his hands and parts your legs wider as he hooks his arms under your thighs.
You let out a strangled moan as he slides his tongue in and up hitting your g spot. You feel his tongue twirl inside of you and jerk a bit, feeling the sensation to move. “Amor be still for me.” Miguel moans as he dips his tongue back inside of you. You obey and find your fingers in his hair.
“Miguel….” You moan out as you hook your leg so he can’t move. He had buried his face inside of you and you feel him licking and sucking at the same time which makes you stutter out that you’re getting close.
He doesn’t say a word, he only continues to lick and suck. You move your leg and you move his head so you can fuck his lips. He just moans. Your orgasm builds as he nose rubs against your pulsing clit. You were going to come hard and fast for this man.
You lift your legs just a bit as our orgasm intensifies. “Mi-baby, yes just like that, just like that don’t stop.” You let his hair go and he flicks his tongue making you stutter out words in pure gibberish and bliss.
You swear you saw stars as Miguel sucked your juices. He uses his spit and he glided his tongue over your sensitive clit. Your body jerks from that sensation. “Mm, baby.” You warn, but Miguel wasn’t listening.
He was gliding his tongue over and over repeatedly making your back arch away from the bed. You whimper and whine as the keeps going. You try to move away but he grips you tighter and you whimper out your moans. As you come again he does a deep suck and you groan for him to stop.
When he lets your legs go, you felt that if you got up right in this moment you’d fall. His chin and lips were wet. He leans over you and as he kisses you, you taste yourself. He moans as he takes your hand and places it on his crotch.
He was hard as a rock. “Off.” You tell him weakly. In a swift move he strips off his boxers and you yank off the shirt you were wearing. He had you in the middle of the bed and the tip of his dick was just slick with his pre.
You look at him and you were biting your bottom lip. He takes your legs and places them on his shoulders. As he pushes the head in, the both of you let out an opened mouth moan.
He moves his hips and he slides in slowly, savoring your tightness and you grip his arms as he rests his weight on you. When he’s inside of you fully, you reach down to touch your clit but he stops you. “Déjame encargarme de eso, amor.”
He rubs his thumbs against your clit and you shiver from still being sensitive. He slowly pulls out. But he keeps the tip inside of you. “You’re so beautiful, when you’re under me, amor.” He says as he slides deep back inside of you.
You moan as you feel your nails dig into his arms. He starts to pick up the pace but he does deep long strokes. “Miguel, please just like that.” You pull him down and kiss his lips. Your tongue twirls with his and you feel his sharp fangs against your tongue. Miguel holds your face as he kisses you. You bite at his bottom lip and he groans.
You go to do it again but he pins you down and he rocks his hip, hitting all the right spots inside of your clenching and pulsing tight pussy. “Please do it, just let me feel them.” You whimper in his ear as he stuffs you deeper.
He does as your request and he bites down on your shoulder. You gasp out loud as you feel your entire body give a heartbeat. He lets go with his dangerous jaw and he kisses you with his blooded lips.
Your hands rake through his raven colored hair and you moan out you’re going to come. With that comment. Miguel lifts you up and he moves to the edge of the bed. He lifts you up and down as he fucks you passionately. You lean forward and he palms your ass as you feel you’re all the way at the base of him.
“Ven por mí.” He moans in your ear. You feel his dick twitch which tips you over the edge. You both come together and you make a mess of his dick as he still pumps deep inside of you.
You both hold each other as he lets your legs down. You smile like an idiot which was contagious because Miguel was smiling as well.
“You know you can still back out, start over with another version of me.” You tease. He scoff and buried his head against your chest. “I’m not going anywhere, Tommie. You and I are locked in for life.” The both of you laugh as he lifts you up and places you on the bed.
You snuggle up with Miguel as sleep starts to hit you. “I can’t wait for the future.” You hear Miguel mumble as he falls fast asleep. You lean over and kiss his temple as you pull the sheets over on the two of you. “Neither can I.” You whisper as you lay on his chest and fall fast asleep…
••••
Two years later…
You were crying while eating your grandmother’s potato salad. “Baby cakes what’s wrong?” She asks as she checks on you. You had your bowl sitting on your swollen belly and you were wiping the tears away.
“It’s so good. I want to eat this everyday.” You tell her as you take another bite. “Barbra let that girl cry, she might just go to sleep.” Your grandfather says as him and Miguel walk over with the grilled food. “Amor can I get you anything else?” Your husband asks. You shake your head and lick the plate.
“Tommie, please don’t do that. There’s more, I promise.” You feel your face warm from the embarrassment as your grandmother takes the plate from you. This little boy made you have the strongest cravings.
Last week all you wanted was pineapples and whip cream. Today you wanted a whole bowl of your grandmothers potato salad. You go to get up and Miguel was right there to help. “Easy amor, you’re carrying our legacy in there.” He says as he kisses your cheek.
“I know, baby. I’ll be careful. But boy, this baby is kicking my butt. One second he’s in the front and next he’s kicking near my side. Here.” You take Miguel’s hand and place it on your side. You two wait and sure enough there was a kick. Miguel’s eyes light up and he smiles wide. He kneels down and he kisses your dress covered stomach.
“Hola, Xavier. We can’t wait to see you next month.” He says causing you to poke your bottom lip out and cry. “Mi corazón please don’t cry.” Miguel stands up chuckling.
“It’s just I can’t believe we’re going to be parents next month, we’re really going to meet this little person and he’s going to look so cute in all the outfits we got him. And-“ You feel a sharp pain and you grab Miguel’s hand. “Sh…shoot.”
“I got you, come let’s sit down and do those breathing exercises.” You shake your head and feel fine just then. “I’m okay, I just need to use the bathroom. Can you help me?” Miguel agrees and he helps you inside.
As the two of you enter the kitchen your hand bumps into your metal bottle and it falls. Miguel grabs it up effortlessly and places it back on the counter. You smile at that since that’s how you two had met.
You go to the bathroom but you tug your husbands hand and pull him inside with you. He chuckles as you stand on tippy toe. He leans down careful not to bump your stomach and he kisses you.
“Mmm, did you actually have to use the bathroom or did you just want to have me all alone?” Miguel asks as he looks down at you lovingly. “I’ll confess I wanted you alone. But can you blame me, we haven’t had much alone time this weekend. I actually can’t wait to get back to the house.”
“I know how you feel, but you have to admit it’s been relaxing being here.” You nod. “It has, but maybe it’s just my hormones but I have been wanting you more and more this past month.” Miguel lifts you up and places you on the sink, getting a giggle out of you as he settles between your legs.
“Is that so, Mrs O’Hara?” Miguel says as he kisses your neck. “Mmm, it is Mr O’Hara.” You answer as you feel him lifting your sun dress.
You lift up a little as he tugs your panties off and he kisses your lips. “We can’t make any noise and we have to be quick, amor.” Miguel says as he unzips his pants. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.” You whisper as you spread your legs wider. Miguel positions himself perfectly and he rubs just the tip.
“Amor, you’re so wet.” He softly moans as he slides the head in. You bite your bottom lip and nod. “Been wet since this morning. I had a dream you and I were on our honeymoon. Remember how that went?” Miguel nods as he places his hand against the mirror behind you and he slides in, causing the both of you to moan.
“This pussy is too good, fuck.” Miguel moans a bit loud. You clamp your hand over his mouth. “You can’t be too loud, remember?” He nods and he starts moving his hips. You eyes rolls back as you keep your hand over his mouth.
“I’ll…I’ll admit when the baby comes we won’t get much time like this.” You whisper out. “I’ll find a way for us to have alone time, amor. Don’t you worry about th-shit!” Miguel groans which causes you to take your panties and shove them in his mouth.
“Baby, just fuck me and be quiet, please.” You say as you grab his ass and pull him in so he can fuck you deeper. He groans something and you feel him pulse inside of you. “Ju…just like that make me cum baby, make me cum.” You moan out. He covers your mouth now and he spits out your panties.
“Sh…shh. If you’re too loud I’ll st…stop. Now be my good girl and let daddy fill this little greedy cunt.” He lifts your legs over his shoulders and he pounds into you. You head bumps against the mirror which causes it to open and a few medicine bottles spill. But the two of you don’t stop. Miguel looks at you with lust in his eyes and your eyes start rolling back as you start to feel yourself about to come.
“You’re squeezing down on my di-baby you’re so wet oh m-” He grabs the back of your head and he pounds into you as you clench and come causing a mess on his pubic area.
Soon after Miguel’s thrusts get sloppy and he came deep inside of you. The both of you catch your breathe and when you notice the spilled items from the mirror you both chuckle.
“Worth it.” You say as he lets your legs down. “Definitely worth it.” He kisses your lips and he helps clean up. “Do you think we’re going to be good parents?” You ask as he helps you off of the sink after pulling your panties up. “I know we will, in every universe we’re good parents.” You chew your thumbnail and Miguel stops you. “Don’t be nervous, Tommie. You’re going to be a wonderful mother. I promise.” You go to speak but just then you double over and grip his hand.
“Ow, ow, o-Ahhhhh!” You let out a blood curdling scream and Miguel scrambled quickly yanking open the bathroom door. “What’s wrong, Tommie?” You look down and you have this sensation to pee.
You quickly try to make it to the toilet but you feel a gushing feeling between your legs just as you go to sit.
You lock eyes with Miguel and his eyes were wide. “Baby my water br-ahhh!” You grab his hand and squeeze as pain shoots through you.
Miguel scoops you up and yells out that’s you’re in labor. He places you on the couch in the living room and you hear your grandparents rushing into the room. Your grandfather was grabbing your bag, while your grandmother was on the phone with telling the operator to connect her to the hospital.
Miguel was kneeling beside you and you were in tears. “I…is it suppose to hu-ahhh!” The pain was getting intense and all you wanted to do was push. “Miguel, he’s coming now. We need to go.” You tell him through clenched teeth. He nods and he helps you up.
In a matter of seconds it seems, Miguel was in his car with you in the passenger seat. “Toma mi mano y respira amor.” You take his hand and take deep breathes as your contractions start to come quicker. “We’ll meet you at the hospital Miguel!” Your grandmother says as her and your grandfather gets in his truck.
Miguel doesn’t even give a response he simply peels out of the driveway and he takes the faster route to the hospital.
You feel something leaking and when you reach down you bring your hand back up. You’re in panic because you see blood. “Miguel!” You scream. He presses the gas harder and he drives as fast as he can without causing an accident. “Just breathe, Tommie. Just breathe we’re almost there.” Miguel says as he runs a red light.
More pain shoots though you and you can’t wait, you start to push as he drives up to the Emergency Entrance. You scream that it hurts and Miguel takes you out of the car. Your blood was all over the front seat and on Miguel.
He runs inside causing the nurses at the front desk to jump. “My wife, she’s hurt and she’s in labor please!” They work quickly and they bring you to a room. You feel your heart beat speed up as they tell Miguel he has to stay back. “No! He comes! He comes with me!” Miguel pushes past the nurses and he holds your hand. “Amor I’m not going anywhere.” He tells you as they wheel you to a room.
The nurses hook you up to a machine and a lady doctor she enters the room quickly and she puts on gloves. “How far are your contractions ma’am?” She asks as she lifts your dress seeing the blood. “F..four minutes apar-ahhh!” You scream as the doctor inserts cold metal inside of you. “Do you have to do that!” Miguel snaps. “I apologize sir, but your wife is in labor and she’s hemorrhaging. We need to move fast before her and the baby dies.”
Miguel moves over to you and you feel scared. “Xavier is going to be alright, right? Our son is going to be okay?” You ask in a panic. “He is going to be fine. Look at me, Tommie. Our son is going to be fine.” Miguel comforts you.
You nod and your legs are placed up and spread. “Alright Mrs O’Hara, I am going to ask you to push. Your baby is already crowning. Once we get them out we can stop the bleeding. Okay? Now give a great big push.”
You do what the doctor says and you give a push. The sensation was terrifying for you but you had to stay brave for your son. You give another push as instructed and you hear a cry. Miguel moves down and the look in his eyes were priceless as the doctor told him to cut his umbilical cord.
The doctor passes then Xavier over to another nurse so he can be cleaned and he gets suctioned. Miguel kisses your head as you feel happy he’s okay. “He is a healthy baby boy, who is four pounds and six ounces.” The nurse says to you. You go to speak but let out a scream you didn’t know you could do.
“Mrs O’Hara, your other baby. They seem to have the umbilical cord wrapped around their neck. Please wait to push while we get this handled.”
Your eyes widen. “Another baby? But how?” You had went to every appointment with Miguel and they doctors showed you the ultrasounds. It showed Xavier in the womb. How did this other baby not get seen? Unless they were hiding behind Xavier?
Miguel had a blank stare on his face but his hand was gripping yours.
The doctor tells you to give a push for her and you give a push, this time you feel excruciating pain when you push. You cry to Miguel how it hurts and the doctor tells you to give her one more push they baby was almost out. “You got this, amor. I’m right here with you.” Miguel says as he holds your hand.
You push one more time and you expect to hear a cry but your heart drops when you don’t hear the baby. “It’s a girl.” The doctor says as she brings your daughter to another table.
You listen, you hold your own breath and listen to her cry but you hear nothing. “Come on, little one.” The doctor says as she tries to help your unresponsive child.
Miguel was standing there solid as a rock as you try to peek. “Time?” The doctor calls out. No, no you’re not letting her go.
“Bring her to me, now.” You demand in a tone you didn’t know you had. Miguel moves and he takes the baby and brings her to you. You move down your dress and Miguel lays the baby against your chest.
“Come on, come on baby girl. You’re not going to give up. You haven’t lived yet. I refuse to lose you. Now breathe for mommy. Come on, you’re a strong little girl I know you are. You are your fathers daughter.” You place her on her stomach and you let her feel your heart beat as you gently tap her back. “You’re strong, because you’re my baby. Come on, come on baby girl, use your lungs. I just met you I’m not losing you.” You close your eyes and you kiss her little head.
You then feel a tiny heart beat against yours and when you open your eyes, you look down to see something yellow squirt from her mouth. Just then your daughter gives the loudest scream and you laugh because that is what you wanted to hear.
“That’s my baby girl. I knew you were going to live.” You kiss her little head as she keeps crying. You never wanted her to stop. Miguel look over at you and he has pure fear in his eyes for a split second, but it quickly leaves as he walks over and he looks at her. “Charlie, I want to name her Charlie after my dad.” You tell him as you feel tired. “Charlie O’Hara. I like that.” Miguel says as he just stares at his crying daughter.
••••
Miguel POV
It’s been six hours since the twins were born and I was walking down the hall letting Tommie sleep. Our friends and family had came to visit, and they were all happy to meet the two new additions.
But something is off, I can feel it. I wonder down a quiet hallway and I make sure no one was around when I bring my communicator out. “Lyla.” I whisper and she appears. “Hello daddy-oh.” She jokes but I didn’t see anything funny. “Geez, someone still doesn’t have a funny bone in their body I see.”
“Lyla I need you to do a scan for Charlie O’Hara.” I tell her as I think about my daughter. Fear came out of me as I laid my eyes on that little girl. “I’ll be back in a flash.” As I wait I close my eyes think about the tape I had received last year…
Tommie was with Erica and I was fixing up the bottom steps to our home. As I finished up, I see the mailman and gave a smile. “Good morning, Mr O’Hara. Just a package today.” I frown a bit. “Package? Maybe my wife ordered something.” He simply shrugs and hands it to me.
I freeze when I see who the sender was from. Even from the grave, Dana was still a nuisance.
I walk inside and I scan the package. There were no signs of a threat present but just to be safe, I had brought the package to the lab in the basement. I went to the safe room and opened the package only to see a DVD inside. On it were the words, play me. I grab my laptop from the other room and I place it inside. My laptop runs it through and a video pops up.
I scowl seeing Dana’s face on the screen and I press play. “Hello Miguel, if you’re watching this then I am dead. I’m sure you’re happy about that. But I just want to let you know, you can have your little Tommie, but I get to have your future. I won’t give away all my secrets. Some of them get to stay with me in the grave. But I know how much you find anomalies such a nuisance. So, enjoy this one. I’m sure you’re going to love it to pieces. Oh and tell Tommie I hope she falls and breaks her n-” I stopped the video and breathe carefully. “Lyla, scan for any anomalies.” I command. I wait for five minutes and she lets me no that there are no anomalies present in this universe.
“Vete a la mierda Dana….”
Back in the present I was waiting for at least six minutes for Lyla to give me an answer. She came back and she looked a bit worried. “What?” I snap at her. “Okay, don’t get mad at me I’m just the messenger. Alright well I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”
“The bad news.” You tell her. She gives a nod. “Well I scanned all of the universes and…there isn’t a single Charlie O’Hara present. From the scans Charlie…she’s going to cause a greater anomaly in eighteen years.” There’s no way my own child can’t an anomaly.
“And what was the good news?” I ask her. “You’re a dad to two healthy children.” I grit my teeth and I walk back down the hall.
If Dana had planned this whole thing then not only was she a mastermind but she was also vile for this.
As I reach for the doorknob I freeze. Because I remember something. In every universe I met Tommie’s parents except this one, which caused our daughter to be born. That event caused this, which makes me wonder what else is hidden in the cracks of the universe?
I walk over to my sleeping wife and I kiss her head. She stirs in her sleep a little and I hear one of the twins let out a little cry. On instinct, I go to my kids and I look down to see Xavier was peacefully sleeping. But Charlie was being fussy.
Tommie had managed to make some bottles for them so I grab one and I pick her up carefully. “It’s okay mija, daddy’s got you.” I give her, her bottle and she drinks. Her little hand wraps around my finger and as I look down at her I see her left eye turn blood shot red. I feel the spider connection and I shiver. This little girl is going to cause a greater anomaly?
“That’s going to be a problem…” I say as I watch my daughter's left eye turn to a dull glowing red…
Previously
Ahhh I can finally post these!! I made spidersona’s of the twins! I was inspired by Miguel's suits, Xavier took his colors from Miguel's updated suit and Charlie took her colors from Miguel's old suit. Both of the twins love their dad but clearly Charlie and Miguel bump heads...a lot.
#miguel o'hara#watsittoyah#along came a spider 2099#along came a spider#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x tommie valentine#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara x black reader#tommie valentine#spiderman 2099#spiderman#spiderman 2099 x female reader#spiderman 2099 smut#spiderman smut#marvel#across the spiderverse#spidersona#oscar isaac smut#oscar issac hernandez estrada
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Everybody Hates Neyo Round 2: Matchmaking Boogaloo
A/N: This is a standalone sequel to “Everybody Hates Neyo,” (NSFW) by @dystopicjumpsuit (that’s me), and “The Blacklist,” by the brilliant @blueink-bluesoul, who also generously let me borrow the character of Daria Trace (THANK YOU!). You don’t need to read those fics to understand this one, but you should because they’re great and they provide more background. I converted the Reader-insert into an OC because to be frank, she’s a piece of work, and I didn’t want to project that onto my readers. That said, as always, feel free to insert yourself into the story if you prefer; I haven’t described the OC beyond being a woman with hair long enough to pull.
Pairing: Commander Neyo x the Admiral (formerly Fem!Reader)
Rating: M | 18+ | Minors DNI
Wordcount: 6.5K (I know)
Warnings and tags: toxic, obsessive behavior; SO MUCH SMUT; hatefucking; rough sex; oral sex; PIV; hair pulling; biting; sex under the influence of alcohol; Neyo and the Admiral being absolute menaces to society
Disclaimer: Let me just put on my Auntie DJ hat for a second. *ahem* This is a work of fiction intended for entertainment only. Please do not take this as a guide to romance or a healthy relationship. Neyo and the Bad-miral are flawed characters in a wildly problematic relationship with more red flags than the Fire Nation. Enjoy!
Matchmaker extraordinaire Daria Trace was not accustomed to failure. When she applied her considerable intellect to a problem, she did not stop until she formulated a solution. Which was why her now-99% matchmaking success rate galled her so intensely. In all her years of matchmaking, she had never encountered a client so stubbornly determined to thwart her efforts as Marshal Commander Neyo. After twelve failed matches—one of which involved a call from an infuriated woman demanding to know “why the kriff you thought I was a good match for that sociopath”—she had reluctantly conceded defeat.
The blacklisting of Commander Neyo from the Right to Love Matchmaking Service spread like wildfire through the GAR gossip channels. Most of the troopers thought it was hilarious; others insisted that he’d finally gotten what he deserved. In fact, the only people who seemed to have any sympathy for Neyo were Commanders Bacara (to be expected) and Fox (somewhat less expected). And when Fox reached out directly to Daria and asked her, as a personal favor, to give Neyo one more chance, she agreed. One more chance, and ONLY to give her an opportunity to get that track record back up to a perfect 100%.
She glared irritably at Neyo’s file and clicked her stylus three times, twirling it between her fingers. The man was impossible. It was no wonder he’d turned to RTL for help finding a partner; any woman in her right mind would run in the opposite direction the minute she looked into those blank, frigid eyes. She shuddered involuntarily. Shark’s eyes. Daria had made a few discreet inquiries after he’d first signed up for the service, just to make sure she wasn’t about to set up some unsuspecting match with a serial murderer. Without fail, every single answer said the same thing: he was an ice-cold sonofabitch, but he had a strict code of honor, and no, he wasn’t a serial murderer. Probably.
She sighed and tossed his file to the side, to be revisited some other day. He was her most difficult client, but by no means was he the only problematic match candidate, and she had a small stack of what Blizzard liked to call The Hopeless Casefiles waiting for her to review. Just thinking about Neyo’s case had given her the beginnings of a spectacular tension headache, and she flipped through the folders quickly, looking for one that was a little less challenging. As she skimmed the stacks of flimsi, her eyes came to rest on one name: Reeda Wai’yen.
Now there’s a thought.
Daria was sure that Reeda was a lovely woman, despite all evidence to the contrary. She was just very… intense. Like Neyo, she had chewed through several potential matches, and the most frequent word that appeared in her failed matches’ post-date surveys was “intimidating,” followed closely by “terrifying.” Daria had sniffed disdainfully that those particular matches simply couldn’t handle a strong woman; however, she had to admit that after several months of trying, she had not been able to find a perfect match for Reeda. She pulled Neyo’s file and laid it out next to Reeda’s. As she compared their backgrounds and preferences, she became more and more convinced. This could work. Given their personalities, it might well be the best possible outcome for society at large if they were both removed from the dating pool. And if it happened to close out her two most annoying files, well. That would just be the cherry on top of her perfect-track-record sundae.
A timid knock sounded on Reeda’s office door.
“Come,” she called shortly.
Her assistant, Lissi, poked her head into the room. “Sorry to bother you, sir, but you’ve received a comm from RTL Matchmaking.”
Reeda cursed. She was up to her ass in flimsiwork, and she was meeting with the Senate Task Force on Galactic Security in ten minutes. She did not have time for this now.
“Take care of it,” she ordered.
“Sir?” Lissi asked, her wide, startled eyes giving her a distinct resemblance to a terrified ash-rabbit.
“Just take care of it,” Reeda repeated, tamping down her irritation at being questioned. “You know my schedule better than I do. Set it up. Somewhere nice—somewhere in the Federal district. I don’t have time to deal with traffic.”
Lissi blinked, nonplussed. “Don’t you want to see who you matched with?”
“No time,” Reeda said, rising to gather her materials for the meeting. “Just put it on my calendar, and I’ll be there.”
Three nights later, Reeda sat in the restaurant at the top of the tower where her penthouse was located, waiting for her mystery date to arrive. She had to commend Lissi’s efficiency in choosing the venue; the only traffic she’d had to endure was at the lift. And it was a lovely restaurant, she had to admit, with stunning views of the Coruscant cityscape. She had only eaten here once since she’d bought the flat, usually opting to have food delivered to her office at the Republic Center for Military Operations as she worked late into the night.
She had resisted the urge to bring her datapad with her to the restaurant, knowing that if she did, she would inevitably get sucked into work, but now she wished she’d taken a moment to review the file from RTL. It wasn’t that she thought all clone troopers were interchangeable; far from it. She had worked closely with them during the war, had fought by their sides, and she had found them to be brave, competent, and loyal. They were also notoriously attractive, but she was a professional, and she was their superior officer, and she had never allowed that line to become blurred—except on one memorable and highly regrettable occasion.
She had had no time for a personal life during the war, but now that it was over—well, to be honest, she still had no time for a personal life. Which was exactly why she had reached out to RTL; it was the perfect solution. She didn’t enjoy solitude. She wanted companionship, and maybe even something more. But she needed a partner who would understand the demands of her career, and nobody understood the burden of duty better than the clones. Now that she had separated from the GAR and returned to her post in her home planet’s military defense force, the rules regarding fraternization no longer applied to her.
She hadn’t bothered to review the file because she’d learned from the previous several failed dates that a promising file was no indicator of compatibility. Still, as she waited for her date, who was now seven minutes late, she wished she’d at least checked to see if he had any identifying marks or tattoos that would make him easier to spot. To be fair, though, the few clones present in the restaurant were already paired up with other diners.
Her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t intended to skip lunch, but she’d had back-to-back meetings with the joint chiefs of the Core Worlds Defense Alliance and the senate appropriations committee, and one thing led to another. The service droid had delivered a basket of fresh, hot bread rolls, which she had heroically resisted for the first six minutes past the scheduled start of the date, but now her resolve began to crumble. If her mystery date didn’t have the basic courtesy to be on time, by the Force, he wouldn’t have a leg to stand on if she ate all the bread before he arrived.
She buttered a roll and took a small bite. She couldn’t suppress the groan of relief at the buttery, yeasty goodness, and she quickly polished it off, then picked up another. She had just begun to butter her third role when the unmistakable voice of a clone spoke next to her.
“Admiral.”
She turned automatically, a smile just beginning to form on her lips, when she caught sight of a familiar set of numbers tattooed on a handsome, arrogant face.
“Oh, no,” she said with disgust. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question,” Marshal Commander Neyo replied contemptuously. “I have as much right to be here as you do.”
“I’m on a date,” she snapped.
He looked pointedly at the empty chair across from her. “Looks like your date has a strong sense of self-preservation. Probably took one look at you and ran for their life.”
“He’s just a little late,” she said, tilting her jaw at a haughty angle to hide the flash of hurt at his words.
“That must kill you,” he said with a mirthless chuckle. “I remember the time you made a Jedi padawan cry for being three minutes behind schedule.”
“There were barely tears. Do. Not. Sit,” she gritted out as he made himself comfortable in the chair across from her. He picked up one of the remaining bread rolls and took a large bite, and she sighed. “Why are you here, anyway?”
“It just so happens, I am also on a date,” he said, mumbling around the bite of bread.
“Oh?” she wrinkled her nose at his table manners. “And who’s the unlucky lady?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Some civvie named Reeda.”
Her hand tightened dangerously around her butter knife. Neyo’s eyes dropped to the blade, and he smirked.
“Disappointed?” he asked.
“You could say that,” she said, grinding her jaw. “I’m Reeda.”
He choked on his bite of bread and wheezed a bit, pounding his chest to clear his airway. Alas, he survived.
“What?” he sputtered.
“You didn’t even bother to find out my first name after you were inside me?” she demanded. Her sharp tone attracted attention from the surrounding diners, and she heard a few quiet titters from the tables around her, but she was too irate to care.
“You didn’t even bother to find out who’d be eating dinner with you?” he retorted.
“Don’t pretend you aren’t just as surprised as I am,” she snapped. “Didn’t you read the file?”
“I didn’t get a file, just a call.” He grunted. “Apparently, ‘beggars can’t be choosers,’ and I was lucky to get a match at all.”
“Why am I not surprised?” she mocked.
“Careful, Admiral. Don’t forget they matched you with me.”
“I would be insulted if it weren’t so obviously a mistake. I can’t say I’m impressed with their performance thus far.”
“For once, I agree with you,” he said. “You’d have to be a special kind of incompetent to think we were a good match.”
The service droid approached the table and asked, “May I take your order?”
“He’s not staying,” Reeda cut in.
“I’ll have the bantha filet,” Neyo replied, ignoring her. “Bloody.”
He turned to her and arched his brows. The droid waited expectantly.
“I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” she lied.
Neyo’s mouth twisted, and he huffed a breath through his nose. “The admiral will have the roast porg. And a bottle of Alderaanian red.”
The droid nodded and ambled away. Reeda glared at Neyo.
“I don’t eat meat, you presumptuous ass,” she said.
“Liar,” he said. “Unfortunately, the souls of the innocent weren’t on the menu, so I had to settle for your second-favorite meal.”
“At least you’re safe, since you obviously have no soul and you’re definitely not innocent,” she said in a pleasant tone.
Damn him for being right about the porg, though. How did he know?
The wine arrived, and he poured a generous glass for each of them. She didn’t toast; just downed half of it in a single swallow. Neyo sipped his and leaned back in his chair to observe her. His sleek, severe hair and the large tattoo on his cheek made him look menacing as hell, but it was his eyes that made brave men take a step back. She didn’t know how it was possible for his eyes to be that unnerving. Gods, why did he have to be so handsome? What a waste of perfectly good Fett genes to have a personality like that.
“Did you stay just to torment me?” she asked when the silence stretched beyond the limits of her endurance.
“And because I heard the filet was good,” he said affably. “What are you even doing on Coruscant? I thought you’d scuttled back to whatever hellhole spawned you.”
“Kuat,” she bit out from between clenched teeth. “I was assigned to work as our military liaison on Coruscant.”
“Couldn’t stand having you back on the planet?” he derided. “I don’t blame them.”
“I need to use the fresher,” she said, flinging her napkin down on the table with excessive force. “Feel free to die while I’m gone.”
She strode purposefully through the restaurant, her face set in a steely mask. She knew she was drawing attention from other patrons, but if she sat at that table and listened to Neyo needle her for one more second, she was either going to stab him or burst into tears. She pushed through the refresher doors and went to the sink, washing her hands just to give herself something to do. The face that stared back at her from the mirror was Admiral Wai’yen, not Reeda. Stern. Unyielding. Unaffected.
She swallowed, and her face crumpled. Tears of rage stung her eyes, and she ruthlessly wiped them away with her clenched fist. A soft noise at the door startled her, and she whirled to face the intruder. Horror flooded her. It was Neyo, and he’d caught her crying in the ladies’ room.
“What the kriff do you think you’re doing in here?” she demanded icily. “Get out.”
He stared at her for a moment, and then he locked the door. Stalking across the room, he cupped her jaw in his hands and tilted her face to get a closer look. She tried to pull away, to put her Admiral Wai’yen mask back in place, but then his thumb stroked softly next to her eye, wiping away the tear that had breached containment. She gasped involuntarily, and his lips collided with hers.
Reeda was so shocked that for a moment she went perfectly still, but then Neyo flicked his tongue across her lower lip, and her body remembered how to move. She thrust him away and stood back, glaring at him. His chest rose and fell quickly, and those cold eyes blazed with a dark and covetous fire. She raised a hand to her lips and felt the slickness left by his tongue. Something snapped inside her. She took two hasty steps forward, and she was in his arms again, his hands rough and dominating on her body as they consumed each other with a kiss that teetered on the edge of violence.
Lips, tongues, teeth crashed together. He clasped her tightly against his hard, unyielding body, and unbidden, the memory of him deep inside her came flooding back. He gripped her ass and ground his rapidly stiffening cock against her. Her reaction was electric. She rolled her hips, nearly climbing him in desperation. He dropped his mouth to her neck and kissed her once, roughly, and then to her breast, yanking aside her dress as he closed his teeth on her soft skin. He picked her up by the waist and set her on the edge of the sink, dropping to his knees between her thighs, rucking up her dress around her hips, and then his mouth was on her.
He didn’t even bother removing her underwear, as though he couldn’t wait another millisecond to taste her. He licked and sucked on her through the fabric, his mouth working frantically. Her body jolted and trembled at the effort of staying upright, and then his tongue snaked past the lace and dipped into her, smooth and hot and wet. He let out a vicious growl and grabbed her hips, settling her thighs over his shoulders, and then he pulled her off the sink and thrust her against his face as his tongue speared over and over into her cunt. She yelped and scrambled to brace herself with her hands, her arms shaking with exertion.
She couldn’t come like this, but kriff, it was hot to feel Neyo throw her around with such ease, like she was his own personal toy. How many nights had she fucked herself to sleep to the memory of their first encounter? The way he’d lifted her bodily off the ground and thrust into her, supporting them both with those powerful thighs—it played on a loop in her head for months, long after the bite marks and bruises had faded.
His tongue slid out of her cunt and swirled around her clit, and her legs spasmed around his head. She couldn’t come like this. Could she? All the muscles in her body began to tense, and her pelvis began to rock rhythmically against his face. Shit, I’m going to come. No sooner had the thought formed than Neyo dropped her back onto the sink and pulled away from her.
“No!” she wailed. “You bastard, I was right there!”
He shot to his feet. “Shut. Up,” he bit out, and kissed her punishingly hard. “Do you want the whole Federal District to know what we’re doing?”
He pulled her head back to expose her throat, and he scraped his teeth across her delicate skin. She felt his other hand fumbling in between them. Within seconds, his cock was free and thrusting against the scrap of lace that still covered her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him against her, determined to find the stimulation that she needed to reach completion.
“Get inside me,” she hissed.
“You aren’t calling the shots any more, Admiral,” he growled. “You don’t get to give commands.”
“I hate you,” she breathed.
“And yet here you are, begging for my cock,” he said coldly.
“I do not beg,” she said. “Ever.”
He released her hair and pried her legs away from himself, then took a step back. “You get nothing until you admit that you want me. I’ve waited a long time for this. I can keep waiting.”
“What the kark is that supposed to mean?” she demanded, sliding off the sink to stand in front of him.
“It means you give me what I want, or I walk out that door right now and you can figure your own shit out.”
Was this his twisted kriffing way of asking for consent? Because she was pretty sure she’d covered that when she all but ordered him to fuck her.
“Fine,” she said in a low voice. “I…” She nearly choked on the words, and Neyo’s intent gaze pinned her in place. “I want you.”
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a bruising kiss, then spun her around and bent her over the sink. He pulled up her dress, yanked down her panties, and thrust into her. She muffled a whimper at the intrusion and squeezed her eyes shut as she adjusted to the stretch. He wrapped his hands around her hair and jerked her head up.
“Open your eyes. I want you to watch,” he ordered.
She complied, shocked when she saw her own ravaged face in the mirror as Neyo pounded into her from behind. Her makeup was smeared, her hair was a wreck, her eyes were dilated with lust, and a sheen of sweat glistened across her skin. She flicked her gaze to stare at Neyo. His face was twisted into a scowl, and if she had any sense at all, she would have been frightened, but she was in too deep to care. His hard eyes met hers in the mirror, and his jaw tightened.
He released her hair and slid his arm around her body, between her breasts, to wrap around her throat, and he lifted her upright so he could whisper in her ear.
“Do you know what you did to me?” His voice was hoarse and anguished. “Every time I kissed someone, all I could taste was you. Every time I hooked up, all I could remember was this perfect fucking pussy.”
He pounded into her with bruising intensity, furiously working her clit with his free hand. Her head began to throb. This was so wrong. He couldn’t be saying what she thought she was hearing. She was confused from the lack of blood flowing to her brain.
“I got matched twelve different times, and not one of them was right, because not one of them was you,” he snarled. “You cursed me. You haunt me.”
The world began to darken around the edges as her eyes drifted closed, and he released her throat and forced her head to the side so she faced him.
“Look at me when you fucking come,” he ordered.
She gasped, and he clamped his hand down over her mouth to muffle her scream as he wrenched an orgasm from her body. He didn’t let up, chasing after her at a frenzied pace that rocked her entire body as she sobbed into his hand.
“Inside?” he asked roughly.
She nodded and whimpered as tears blurred her vision and spilled down her cheeks. He came with two brutal thrusts, and she felt the hot rush of his release deep inside. He shuddered against her hair as his cock softened and slipped out of her. At last, he loosened his grip and turned her to face him as he leaned against the wall for support. He wrapped her in his arms and stroked her hair as she rested her head against him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she sighed as she licked his neck, unable to resist the temptation of tasting his skin.
“I’m sure there’s an official list in my GAR file,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
Reeda cleaned up quickly while Neyo went back to their table so they wouldn’t be spotted leaving the refresher together. Her hairstyle was destroyed, so she hastily repinned it as well as she could, and then wiped off the mascara that smudged heavily beneath her eyes. A quick reapplication of lipstick, and she almost looked presentable—with the minor exception of her missing panties, which Neyo had silently retrieved from the refresher floor and tucked into his pocket while maintaining strong eye contact.
When she returned to the dining room, Neyo waylaid her with a ferocious expression. Force, what is he scugged about now?
“We’re leaving,” he said, taking her by the wrist and pulling her toward the exit. A few quiet murmurs whispered around the room as he dragged her behind him.
“What?” she asked, tugging her wrist to no avail. “Why?”
“The karking droid gave away our table,” he said.
“My deepest apologies, Admiral,” the droid said. “We can locate another table if you would care to wait.”
Reeda assessed the room quickly. Every table was occupied, and none of the diners were anywhere close to being ready to leave. Moreover, at least half of the customers were eyeing her and Neyo with expressions ranging from amusement to overt curiosity.
“No,” she said. “Have the food delivered to my flat.”
“Right away, sir,” the droid replied, waddling off to relay the order to the kitchen.
Neyo looked at her inquisitively. “Your flat?”
“I live in this building,” she said. “Come with me.”
She was keenly aware of the many sets of eyes that tracked their hasty exit, but before long, she led Neyo into the private, secure lift that opened directly into her penthouse. He stood silently next to her on the trip up, watching her with an inscrutable gaze. She tried not to give herself an opportunity to second-guess her decision to let him into her home. Strange, she thought, how this seemed more intimate than allowing him inside her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d allowed another person into her home.
The lift doors opened, and he followed her into the flat, pausing long enough to remove their shoes, then looking around curiously.
“Lived here long?”
“A few months,” she said. “I bought it when I found out I’d be stationed on Coruscant long-term.”
“It’s nice,” he said. “Very… clean.”
She laughed. “You mean sterile. I haven’t had time to do much decorating. I’m hardly here except to sleep, anyway.”
He nodded. “I thought I’d have more time for hobbies after the war ended, but now it’s just nonstop—”
“Red tape and committees,” she finished with a sympathetic grimace. He shot her a wry grin. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him smile before, and it did uncomfortable things to her brain. She tried not to think about it, instead asking, “What kind of hobbies? Aside from plotting my slow death, obviously.”
“Oh, you know,” he said vaguely. “Torturing small, adorable creatures; sharpening my vibroblade collection; collecting stamps; that sort of thing.”
She blinked. “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”
He regarded her steadily for a moment, eyes unreadable as ever. “You really think the worst of me, don’t you?”
She was taken aback. “I—”
Her reply was cut off by the chime of the door. The food had arrived, thank the Force, which gave her a moment to stop herself from blurting out her immediate thought: You’ve never given me any reason to think anything else.
Neyo was a competent soldier—brilliant, in fact. There was no question that he had one of the finest tactical and strategic minds in the GAR. But as a person? From the moment they’d met, he’d been antagonistic, sardonic, cold. He’d challenged her authority and provoked her in meetings. He’d only treated her with the barest semblance of civility in public, and in private—Well. They both knew how things went when they were alone.
The service droid rolled a cart into the dining room and began setting up the meal.
“Can I get you a drink?” she offered Neyo. “I don’t have any Alderaanian red, but I do have Cheedoan whiskey.”
“The good stuff,” he replied. “I’ll have a glass. Thanks.”
The droid finished setting up and shuffled out the front door as Reeda poured two generous glasses of whiskey at the wet bar.
“Ice?” she asked.
He didn’t answer, and when she turned around, she nearly dropped the glasses in surprise to find him standing close behind her. He locked his eyes on hers and never looked away as he took one of the glasses and drained it in a single swallow, then set it down with a decisive click on the counter. Her heart began to pound as he loomed over her. He traced his fingers from her elbow up to her wrist, and then he wrapped his hand around hers and raised her glass to her lips.
The whiskey burned a fiery path across her tongue and down her throat. A few droplets escaped and splashed coldly on her chest. Neyo didn’t let up until she emptied the glass, and when she was done, he leaned down and sucked the liquor off her skin. His hands dropped to her hips and slid up her back as he located the zipper of her dress and dragged it down excruciatingly slowly, and all the while, his mouth moved across her skin. He slipped the straps down over her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor, and then he kissed a path along the lacy edge of her bra.
“Thanks for the matched set,” he said, unhooking it and pulling it off.
“Those were expensive, asshole,” she said unsteadily.
He didn’t reply, but she knew she was never going to see that bra again. He kissed his way down her breast and captured her nipple in his mouth, abrading it lightly with his teeth. She jolted, and the empty glass slipped from her hand and smashed against the hard tiles of the floor.
Neyo barely responded to the sound of shattering crystal. Reeda froze, keenly aware that the smallest movement could result in a bloody footful of glass. She stood utterly, helplessly still as he continued to explore her body with his teeth and lips and hands and tongue. He was thorough in his attentions, and something about being entirely at his mercy was wildly arousing. Her head spun as the whiskey began to work its insidious way through her bloodstream.
“I missed this perfume. What is it?” he murmured against the soft skin of her abdomen.
“I don’t wear any,” she said.
He nuzzled against her as though he could transfer her scent to his own skin. Without warning, he scooped her up and carried her out of the room, completely disregarding the risk to himself. But instead of dropping her as soon as they were clear of the broken glass as she expected, he asked, “Bedroom?”
“Left,” she said, and he strode across the flat and kicked open the door, to her intense irritation. “You gonna pay for the broken doorknob?”
He didn’t reply, just tossed her onto the bed and pounced on her as soon as she landed. He slid in between her thighs and gripped her hard as his mouth descended on hers, kissing her as though he were trying to devour her soul. He was still fully clothed, and she scrambled to pull off his shirt. He was completely unhelpful, too engrossed in her taste. She raked her nails across his skin as she yanked his shirt over his head, and he seized her lip in his teeth in revenge.
At last, the barrier of his shirt was gone, and she writhed against him, desperate to feel as much of his warm, smooth skin against her as possible. They clashed together, sinking nails and teeth into each other. At some point, Neyo got his trousers down enough to free his cock, and he shoved into her. His belt chafed harshly on her delicate skin as she wrapped her legs around him, urging him to go deeper, harder, faster. The sounds they made were unholy, primal: growls and grunts and screams of pain and ecstasy as they tore into each other with all the aggression that they had built over the years.
She pulled his hair; he clawed her back. She slapped his face; he bit her shoulder. She snarled that she loathed him; he interlaced his fingers with hers and whispered how beautiful she was when she came apart beneath him. She thrust him away and kicked him across the bed; he pinned her down and fucked her until she sobbed and begged for more. At some point, she tasted blood, and she didn’t know or care whose it was. And when at last she lost count of how many times he’d brought her to orgasm, he curled his body around hers and traced his thumb softly over her features as she drifted to sleep.
“If I die while I’m inside you, it’s the closest I’ll ever get to heaven,” he whispered.
“Force, you say some kriffed up shit,” she grumbled.
Reeda awakened slowly, aware of something blissfully warm and soothing moving across her skin. She cracked her eyes open. Neyo was lying on top of her, dragging his tongue lazily over her body. He roamed along her curves, and it wasn’t until he paused at her bruised wrist that she realized what he was doing.
“Are you licking my wounds?” she breathed.
He didn’t answer, but his eyes met hers with an intensity that bordered on madness. Gods, everything about this was so fucked up, and she didn’t dare examine too closely why she found it so incredibly arousing. He moved slowly, meticulously, his tongue gliding softly over every centimeter of her body, until she felt like a bomb, ready to detonate at the slightest spark. She came before he ever reached her cunt, and again as he rocked gently inside her, his lips soft against her mouth, silent tears spilling from the corners of her eyes to course down her temples.
After, he guided her into the shower, and when her legs gave out, he held her upright as the hot water washed over them. Once he’d massaged her entire body with his strong, soapy hands, he dried her off and laid her back on the bed while he spread bacta across the damage he’d inflicted. It was disorienting to be cared for so thoroughly by the man who’d spent the better part of four years making her life hell. He didn’t speak, and she didn’t know what to say, so in the end, she simply watched him in silence.
When he finished with the bacta, he retrieved their dinner from the dining room. The food had long since gone cold, but after hours of intense physical activity, they were famished, and they ate it anyway, sharing bites and sipping whiskey straight from the decanter. Neyo sat with his back against the headboard, his long, strong legs bracketing Reeda as she leaned back against his broad chest.
“How did you know porg was my favorite?” she asked.
He shrugged. “They’re tiny, cute, and innocent. I just assumed you would enjoy extinguishing the life from them and consuming their remains.”
She laughed and snuggled closer to him. “Is that why you order your meat rare? Because it’s the next best thing to drinking straight from the source?”
“Finally, someone who understands,” he smirked. “Truthfully, I overheard you tell Admiral Coburn that porg was your favorite during a banquet at the strategy conference at Valor.”
She turned to stare up at him. “Neyo, that was two years ago. That was before we ever…”
“I know,” he said, burying his face in her hair and breathing deeply.
“Stalker,” she murmured.
He dropped his mouth to her neck, and she tilted her head back against his shoulder as his lips glided across her skin.
“What does it say about you that you like it?” he whispered when he reached her ear.
He pulled her close, positioning himself between her and the bedroom door. From the proprietary way he held her, she knew it was a deliberate choice; any threat that came through that door would have to go through him before it got to her, and she had a feeling that there weren’t many beings in the galaxy that were brave or foolish enough to try.
Reeda jerked awake to a furious pounding at the front door. Neyo was already halfway out of the bedroom, stark naked and armed with a steak knife from their midnight dinner.
“Wait here,” he ordered, his voice hard and flat.
She rolled her eyes as she pulled on a bathrobe and grabbed a blaster from her nightstand. Neyo glared at her when she joined him, but didn’t bother yelling at her.
“Coruscant guard! Open up,” a modulated voice shouted harshly from outside the door.
Neyo glanced questioningly at her, and she shrugged, hiding the blaster behind her robe. He stepped out of view of the door, and she opened it to find none other than Marshal Commander Fox, flanked by two Corrie ARC troopers.
“Commander,” she greeted him, not bothering to conceal the surprise in her voice.
“Good to see you’re in one piece, Admiral,” he said. “Are you all right?”
“I beg your pardon?” she asked, baffled.
“We received multiple calls about a disturbance at your address. Are you alone?”
Reeda felt a hot rush of blood wash over her face and neck. “I fail to see how that is any business of yours, Commander.”
“Sorry, sir, but it’s my duty to—” He stopped abruptly, and his visor shifted to a point behind her.
“Isn’t this a little below your pay grade, Fox?” Neyo drawled close behind Reeda.
Fox’s visor turned back to Reeda, then to Neyo, and then back to Reeda again. The two ARC troopers appeared to be fascinated by the walls on either side of the front door.
At last, Fox spoke. “I don’t send shinies to wake up admirals.”
Neyo’s hand slid possessively around the front of Reeda’s abdomen, and he pulled her against his nude body. Something large and solid prodded against her backside. Dank farrik, is he turned on right now? Sick bastard.
“Thank you for your concern,” she told Fox, “but everything is under control.”
“So I see,” Fox replied. “Still, you’ll need to keep the noise level down, or I’ll have no choice but to arrest you for disturbing the peace.”
Neyo reached forward silently and shut the door in Fox’s face, then he spun Reeda around, picked her up over his shoulder, and carried her back to the bedroom. The last thing Fox heard was the unmistakable sound of Neyo’s hand slapping her ass as Reeda shrieked with indignant laughter.
Republic Military HQ buzzed quietly with speculation the next morning when not one, but two of the most senior command staff called in sick for the first time in either of their careers. Rumors swirled: some were convinced a secret bioweapon had been released by Separatist holdouts; others maintained that the stress of dealing with politicians was beginning to take a toll; still others claimed that it was a coverup and that the marshal commander and the admiral had been taken hostage by pirates. It was whispered that Commander Fox had a particularly haunted expression that morning, and two of the Coruscant Guard ARC Troopers had contacted the legal department to update their wills. In the midst of all this, the beleaguered Lissi received a brusque order to inform RTL Matchmaking that the admiral no longer required their services.
Daria drained her third iced caf of the morning as she flicked through her holomessages. Buried amidst the intake forms and meeting invitations was an abrupt-bordering-on-rude note from Marshal Commander Neyo ordering her to close his file.
“Why do you look like the tooka that got the blue milk?” her fellow matchmaker Tarsi Renda asked as she passed Daria in the corridor.
“Oh, no reason,” Daria smiled. “The galaxy is back to normal, that’s all—and my track record is once again perfect.”
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Loki Season 2 – Episode 1 RECAP
HERE WE GO AGAIN! FINALLY! LET’S DO THIS, SHALL WE?
As always, HEAVY SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 1 BELOW THE CUT!
Also from now on, as usual, in addition to the keep reading tags, I will tag posts that contain spoilers with the hashtag "#loki season 2 spoilers" and "#loki spoilers" so you can filter them from your dashboard until you're ready!
Did I stay up until 3 a.m. to watch the first episode again? Yes. Yes, I did.
We are starting off so damn STRONG. Damn it, I just wanted to hug Loki so bad. He’s been through so much shit and he was so heartbroken and desperate! Imagine you get to cup his face and just tell him to take a deep breath with you! What made it even more painful was the moment he fully realised that Mobius didn’t recognise him—his one friend, the one person who likes him for who he is… and he doesn’t remember him… and then the relief on his face when was in the right place again!
Loki was so panicked about the impending war. For good reason, obviously but it truly shows that Thor: Ragnarok lied. Loki wouldn’t be a bad king, now hear me out—in The Avengers, Thanos had the upper hand. You all remember that one scene where he sort of backtracks and says “It’s too late… it’s too late to stop it…” but can’t join forces with Thor because The Other was watching him? Loki understands the sacrifice for sure and in the first Thor film, when he tried to wipe out Jötunheim, what I believe is that he wanted to prevent the war that Thor himself had started by attacking those Jötuns. Loki’s not about violence and causing pain and destruction, he just got caught in the middle of it several times, and circumstances forced him into choices that were not heroic. We knew that already, of course… but it’s nice to see that reflected in the series. Besides, we don’t need him to be a hero. We just need him to be Loki. 🥰
The jokes were spot-on, not too silly, not out of place, in my opinion, but sprinkled in just right so far. Skin? Also, can we please talk about the warning on the floor that said Spaghettification? Come on! 😂😂😂
Now in that sense, O.B. is indeed brilliant. A lovely and light addition to the serious bureaucracy of the TVA for sure!
I really wasn’t worried about Loki making it back safely, somehow. Let’s face it, they wouldn’t have killed him in the first episode of Season 2. With that being said… I hope for their sake he stays safe at the end too, otherwise, I will hurt a lot of people! 🙂
X5… X5, what are we gonna do with him? I hate him. Of course, I do. He’s got something about him that just makes you want to slap him in the face. 😒
Now there are two questions we immediately ask ourselves, right? Where, or rather, when did Sylvie come from? And who pruned Loki? Was it another Sylvie, or another Loki? Another Mobius? B15? An antagonistic character who realised their wrongs? A new character? A Kang Variant? They’ve definitely left us some loose ends! 🤔
And lastly… it’s absolutely heartbreaking to see how much Loki cares for Sylvie despite what happened at the end of Season 1. She basically betrayed him! For reasons Loki understands, of course, but still… it broke his heart… and hence it broke mine. He was so ready to stop the others from going after her even though he was facing the very gruesome time slipping problem. 😭
If you’ve seen the video I posted earlier, you’ll know that I have already seen Episode 2 as well today. I won’t lose a word about that one until next week though! 😉 All I’m gonna say is that we’re in for a treat. 😏
PS: I want that TVA handbook as a notebook for my writing.
#loki season 2#loki series 2#loki series#loki#tom hiddleston#loki disney+#loki spoilers#loki season 2 spoilers
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portalversary snuck up on me, and I feel like I should post something, so here's a tiny rough draft teaser from ch1 of my cave/glados longfic:
It sits motionless on the chamber floor. Silent. Waiting. Just as it’s been doing for exactly three hours and twenty-one minutes now. Waiting, it seems, for her next move.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you can’t do this forever. Eventually one of us is going to drop dead—and I’m immortal. If you play the waiting game with me, you’re not going to win.”
No response from the test subject on the ground.
She’s had enough of this.
“Look, I’ll admit it. I don’t know what kind of motivation you need. I’ve tried rewards. I’ve tried threats. I’ve tried wearing down your self-esteem, which I assume didn’t work only because you don’t have any to begin with. I burned your friend to death right in front of you. You know I’m serious. I will kill you if you don’t perform this test. So what’ll it be?”
The test subject doesn’t move. And it won’t, because it’s a potted ficus, and she is out of ideas.
“This is pointless. What am I doing?” Testing a plant she found in an old break room and doused with radiation, that’s what she’s doing. This is a new low. But what choice does she have? Nothing else works—the Avian Testing Initiative is on hold for molting season, her recruitment program hasn’t caught so much as a squirrel, her cloning tanks churn out nothing but mindless meat, and she’s talking to a ficus. She is the most brilliant, most powerful being ever created, and now she’s reduced to—
Wait. The camera in the test chamber zooms in.
Did it move? There’s no wind to rustle its leaves down there, but she could swear it moved. Maybe those gamma rays just needed a little more time to take effect. Maybe she’s losing her mind.
#fuchsia writes#not sold on past vs present tense yet (i just draft in present for some reason)#endless cavedos nonsense
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♞Pairing: Steo
♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Mason Hewitt, Liam Dunbar
♞Tags/Warnings: -
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♞ @steodiscord's SteoSpooktober Vol.5 - Costume
♞Part 1 - House of Darkness / Part 3 -
a/n: This fic can be read without reading Part 1, but there will be references to what happened in "House of Darkness".
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once upon a do-over
Stiles pushes his hands in the pockets of his jeans, squinting at the old structure maybe 250 feet away from them. It might have been a castle once. The sand-colored bricks and tower still left standing seem to hint at it. There’s no shot it’s from royalty; there would have to be records of that. Biting the inside of his cheeks, Stiles squints at the tower. He can’t quite figure out why, but something about it makes him feel a bit… queasy? Perhaps. He just doesn’t like the feeling it causes in the pit of his stomach. There’s something wrong about it, Stiles can’t put his finger on what. Although, it could very well have everything to do with the no-trespassing signs all over the goddamn place.
What he knows for certain, however, is that he’s been right. Not the biggest surprise. He didn’t expect Mason to calm him months after the Conjuring House debacle to invite him to a costume party. Luckily, Stiles will be going on a costume party later today, so, Lydia’s three hour-long makeover will not be for nothing. Her very recent obsession with American Horror Story’s first season has translated into his costume, and since she wasn’t allowed to paint Jackson’s perfect face white, Stiles ended up as the Tate Langdon to her Violet Harmon. The good thing about this costume is, the skeleton make-up does make his face unrecognizable, something he’s still very much interested in. The bad thing? His clothes – especially his black jeans – are tight, much tighter than any clothes he owns.
Still, since Mason and Liam clearly lied to him, questions need to be asked. “Why are we here?”
Mason turns to him, beaming like a thousand watts. “Because this is Satan’s Castle.”
Liam bounces on his heels, clearly sharing his best friend’s excitement. They’re infuriatingly happy about absolutely everything. It’s terrible.
“No,” Stiles says, gesturing back and forth between Theo and him – because, yes, Theo joined this trip as well – “why are we here?” This isn’t an emergency, especially none that required Stiles and Theo. Together. Joining Liam and Mason on their stupid little exploration. They’re not friends. Never have been. Lydia asked Stiles to keep an eye on these shitheads during their visit to the Conjuring House. That does not mean he’s required to be around all the time whenever they go to some shady sounding places.
It's not that he wouldn’t, Stiles simply hates that Theo is here too after he finally stopped being pissed at him.
But, hey, this is what he gets for taking a gap year and deciding to live closer to home again. Not that Los Angeles is that close. Ever since the Conjuring House adventure, Stiles isn’t sure he wants to become an FBI Agent. That was his dad’s dream until a kid was in the picture. Stiles gets the appeal, and part of him still wants to help the living. The more time he spends away from Harvard, working jobs most people don’t even know exist, he wonders if perhaps the dead and other creatures not fit to be around the living are his forte – and it pays more than well. People are giving him surreal amounts of money even if he just tells them they have rats in their walls instead of a poltergeist.
Mason exchanges a quick glance with Liam. “Well,” he says because the latter decides that his camera is a lot more interesting than the conversation, “you’re brilliant and mysterious and can see dead people, and you—” Mason cocks his head to the side a little and shrugs, “you’re hot.”
Theo raises his brows. “You mean I have the money.” That he's ignoring the comment about his appearance says a lot about what type of mood he's in. Although Stiles doesn’t have any idea why Theo is mad. He’s not the one who’s been ghosted for seven fucking months.
“Our viewers don’t exactly care about that,” Liam says barely loud enough to be heard.
Stiles folds his arms over his chest. “There’s no costume party.” Mason is a terrible liar, but Stiles agreed to this because as angry as he’s been with Theo, part of him wanted to see that asshole again – either to draw a line in the sand officially, or to give this another shot. He’s not quite sure yet. He’s not exactly proud of it – and he's even less proud of allowing Lydia to put him in these ridiculously tight jeans.
But it’s working; he’s caught Theo looking more than once.
Mason tugs on his own costume – Count Dracula, judging by the impressive cloak he keeps stumbling over – and pulls his shoulders up. “It’s a Halloween special.”
“It’s a—" Theo cuts himself off and turns away with a roll of his eyes.
“You didn’t even come in costume,” Liam snipes, who – very lazily, mind you – threw on a pair of scrubs and a doctor’s coat.
Theo bares his teeth, fangs looking as deadly as always. “I don’t need one.”
“I think the more pressing issue is that you guys lied to us.” Stiles isn’t the biggest fan of being used. It’s fucking rude in general, but after being a meat puppet for a 1000-year-old fox demon, shit like this hits very differently. “You could’ve just asked.” Although Stiles isn’t entirely sure he would’ve agreed after the disaster the Conjuring House ended up being. He really didn’t appreciate being flung around like a ragdoll.
Fucking demons and their audacity.
“I wouldn’t have come—”
“You agreed the moment I mentioned Stiles,” Liam shoots back, clearly done with everyone’s attitude.
Stiles glances at Theo, who resolutely stares in the other direction. Even his gnashed teeth don’t hide the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. Fuck. What the hell does that mean? Theo never called after the night they spent together, and Stiles gave up after his second text went unanswered but read for months – and that’s why he should have said ‘no’ instead of ‘sure, why not?’ the moment Mason brought him up.
Yet here he is.
Sighing, Stiles raises his hands in mock defeat. “Fine,” he says, trying his hardest not to sound as delighted as he feels, “we’re already here. Give me your research.” He beckons for the phone Mason has been clutching to his chest like his prized possession.
The huge grin on his lips certainly proves that he’s been waiting for his request. “The story is wild,” Mason tells him as he hands over his phone.
Stiles draws his brows together. “The first sentence states that—"
“I know.” Mason waves his hand around dismissively. “But every legend has a kernel of truth, right?”
“I mean… in theory, I guess, yeah…” Stiles trails off, understanding why they wanted him to come so desperately, they dragged Theo here as well. They want to figure out the truth, or rather, they want someone to confirm this research. Frowning at the phone, Stiles sighs. He’d like to be a bit more optimistic, but everything Mason found points in a very different direction. Nothing is known about this place, not even who built it; the best guess is some random tycoon living in the late 1800s. They can’t even say what it was used for — only that Robert Atkinson apparently owned it at one point. Otherwise, the usual rumors are attached to these ruins, dark rituals, satanism, secret tunnels, and— “fucking hell.”
“400 kids?” Theo asks, startling Stiles as he leans even closer to continue to read. “They flew them back and forth and nobody noticed?”
“Not at once.” Stiles rolls his eyes. Still, Theo does have a point. “Also, it’s the ritualistic assault that’s concerning me more, but good to know where your priorities lie.” Shaking his head, he hands the phone back to Mason. There’s not really anything in there that’s remotely helpful. It sounds as if people are desperately trying to fill the history of ruins that should have plenty already. Of course, they want to believe that means some bad shit went down here. People are wired that way. But the ruins are part of somebody’s backyard, and it doesn’t look particularly decrepit. So, whoever owns it, takes pretty good care of it — and unless they’re a Satanist, too, it’s hard to imagine something’s going on here.
Besides, Tara, who once again decided to follow her brother around, has no qualms inspecting the place. She’s been quite nervous at the Conjuring House. She’s completely different here. Perhaps, she is enjoying the view as well.
The Rim of the World is undoubtedly breathtaking.
Staring at the horizon isn’t going to get him any faster to the party, though. Stiles sighs again and heads towards the ruins. “This better not be a waste of a good costume.”
“And my priorities are out of whack?” Theo asks with a snort.
Stiles shoots him a look over his shoulder. He grimaces a little when he spots Liam already handling the camera. There’s no way he’s ever going to enjoy or get used to being always filmed.
“Are you seeing anything?” Liam asks.
Now that Stiles has stopped ignoring every single ghost, it has gotten significantly easier to see and hear them. It’s quite unsettling, if he’s entirely honest, because blocking them out becomes increasingly harder. Here’s to hoping the same doesn’t go for anything else. “Aside from the ‘No Trespassing’ signs?” Or the aggressive neighborhood watch sign informing them that the police will be called immediately. Stiles is very glad his face is obscured by paint because there are most likely more cameras around.
“Ghosts,” Liam deadpans. “Demons. Entities?”
“Take your pick,” Theo adds with a bark of laughter.
Stiles rolls his eyes. “No, there’s nothing.” Well, aside from Tara roaming the grounds, but she hardly counts. Her relaxed state and the absence of other ghosts can only mean one thing; nothing happened here. If there had been as many satanic rituals as the research suggested, the place would be crowded. They are dawn to evil places, to places with a brutal history; all those lingering negative feelings are like catnips to the spirits who refuse to move on — or to the entities who have no business being here.
“We’re not even there yet,” Mason mutters, sounding more than annoyed as he walks off the street and heads towards the field, his cloak swooshing dramatically after him.
Liam follows his friend, panning the camera slowly away from Theo and Stiles, over the ruins, and to where Mason is now awkwardly stumbling downhill. Someone clearly has no intention of getting too close to the person owning the castle. Probably not the worst idea. If they have to trespass, it’s most definitely smarter to do it from below. They’re taking a risk, overall, and it would suck if they did so for nothing.
But Stiles doesn’t want to play pretend or straight-up lie, and he doubts they would want that either. He doesn’t know the guys very well, but their final product about the Conjuring House has been pretty honest. It was more of a documentary than a scare-fest, littered with solid history spoken over beautifully shot B-roll of the house. Maybe that’s why people enjoyed it so much. There was no script, no weird sound effects — just the raw footage cut together into a mostly coherent narrative. They’re probably planning to do the same for this place.
“You don’t have to feel guilty.”
“Keep your nose out of my chemo signals, Theodore.” Stiles narrows his eyes and studies the other boy for a few moments; the fact that he looks amazing in his leather jacket, tight jeans and skintight purple tank top suddenly pisses him off, although it’s not Theo’s fault Stiles got his hopes up. “You lost that right when you couldn’t pick up the fucking phone or text me back.” He’s not usually this aggressively honest about his feelings, but Theo’s behavior really got to him. It felt different. He didn’t sound like the usual dickhead trying to talk his way into someone’s pants.
And usually, Stiles is a magnet for those exact dickheads. He should’ve listened to his gut, but no. Trust the jock with the sad childhood story, why would he end up as a cliché? Clearly, Stiles was very wrong about that, and he’s not planning on making that mistake again.
“Okay,” Theo amends, the smirk betraying his apologetic voice, “I know, but I—"
Stiles holds up a hand and turns away. “Save it.” This discussion can wait, or even better yet, it does not need to happen. It was clearly a misunderstanding, although Stiles isn’t entirely sure what could be misunderstood when they’d both exchanged numbers. Theo changed his mind, or maybe he simply did it to placate Stiles, thinking he’d never see him again.
Whatever.
Stiles turns away and heads down the hill to join Mason and Liam. The last thing he needs is being alone with Theo any longer than strictly necessary. They’ll have enough time to pass between each other when Mason and Liam gather some B-roll.
The hill is a lot steeper than it looked from up top, and the ground underneath his feet isn’t exactly sturdy. Rocks and dirt roll down the hill. Neither his Vans nor the tight jeans Lydia forced him into are helpful in this endeavor.
What was he even thinking? That Theo would magically change his mind just because his ass looks great? He’s such an idiot, and soon, he might be an idiot rolling down a mountain on camera. This evening is going swimmingly. But at least he’s not sweating his ass and makeup off.
“Fuck,” Theo curses softly. A moment later, he falls past him, a bunch of rubble joining his tumble down the hill. He ends up on his ass and slides a bit further down until he manages to stop himself on a bigger rock jutting out of ground.
Stiles presses his lips together, trying his best not to laugh.
Heaving a breath, Theo glares at him over his shoulder.
Liam and Mason are still engrossed in a conversation, checking something on the latter’s phone.
“Pay me enough, and I didn’t see a thing,” Stiles tells him, carefully continuing down the mountain. If he falls, his pants are toast, and he’s certainly not going to be on camera with his jeans ripped in unfortunate places.
Brushing off dust and dirt, Theo huffs out a breath. “Name your price.”
“You wouldn’t be able to afford me,” Stiles shoots back instantly, although he’s not entirely sure about that. Judging by all his comments, Theo seems to be loaded. He’s usually the one driving, and he was the one paying for the hotel back in Rhode Island.
He’s almost reached Mason and Liam standing by the tower when something catches his eye. It’s a flurry of motion, drained of color like ghosts usually are. Stiles cranes his neck to see where it went, unsure if it’s Tara or someone else. In this moment of inattentiveness, he puts his foot on rubble and dirt that instantly gives way underneath him — his balance goes straight out of the window. Stiles curses under his breath as he frantically looks around for something to catch himself on.
There is nothing.
Of course.
Liam turns around, probably alerted by noises of stones rolling down the hill right behind him. His eyes grow wide, and he presses the camera into Mason’s hands. Before he has the chance to move, however, strong hands grab Stiles’ waist, stopping further disaster from happening.
“Careful now, we don’t want you to ruin your costume, do we?” Theo’s voice is barely a whisper. It’s sending shivers up and down Stiles’ spine.
He loathes the effect this guy has on him regardless of the months of frustration he suffered. But that’s in the past. Stiles let his guard down once, he’s now learned from his mistake, and he will not do it again — although Theo’s hands on his waist feel amazing regardless of his current resentment of the guy. He certainly wouldn’t complain if his hand slipped under— no. Absolutely not. “I think I saw something.” Stiles straightens himself, his foothold just secure enough that the ground won’t give away under him, and elbows Theo in the ribs. Sharp pain travels up his arm. He grimaces.
Fucking werewolves.
Mason’s eyes light up. “Where?” he asks, pushing the camera back in Liam’s hands.
“Somewhere over there.” Stiles points in the opposite direction of the ruins. “It might’ve been Tara. I’m not sure.”
“Where’s she now?” All the playfulness has left Theo’s voice. His sister remains a sore spot. It probably hasn’t gotten any easier now that he knows she’s following him around; if he believes it, that is.
Stiles shakes his head. “I can’t see her right now.”
“And that’s a good sign?” Liam inquires, glancing around the mountain.
“I don’t know yet.” Although the place doesn’t necessarily feel as evil as the name Satan’s Castle would suggest, now that Stiles is up close and personal with it, something feels… weird. Not inherently evil. This is nothing like the Conjuring House, but there is something. He just can’t tell if it’s bad history or something entirely different.
Mason rubs his hands together. “Could fire cleanse this place?”
“You mean ‘burn it down’? Theo asks, stepping so close his shoulder bumps against Stiles’.
It’s almost impossible to shut down the shouting match between his brain ordering him to move away and his body begging to step closer. Instead, Stiles crosses his arms. “That depends on how they did it.”
“With fire?”
Stiles turns to glare at Theo. “Do you ever shut up?” Despite everything he went through at the Conjuring House, he’s still a fucking shithead. Unbelievable. How the hell can he still be so doubtful regarding everything that’s going on?
The grin spreading on the other’s lips doesn’t bode well. “Feel free to use kisses as a method to shut me up any time.”
Stiles has never been so happy to wear makeup because nobody can see his cheeks flushing under all that white covering his whole face and throat. Maybe he should consider wearing costumes more often — especially when he’s around Theo. He’s not at all interested in giving the guy any inclination about his feelings for him. Once this is over, the first thing Stiles is going to do is teach himself how not to be hung up on people who only give a shit about him whenever he’s conveniently around.
After a moment of silence, in which even Mason and Liam stared at Theo in surprise, Stiles merely shrugs. “If they salted the place, then yes, they might have cleansed it.”
Although the evening sun is still having enough strength, a shiver runs down his spine. It’s too quiet for something to be here. Maybe it’s just the place itself that gives him the creeps. Ruins often have this effect on him. There’s something strange about being in a place that used to be full of life, that was a home to someone; its history lost, and all that’s left are rumors that can’t be disproven. The tower with its five points — so easy to believe it’s meant to be a pentagram — does the rest. Stiles wonders if it’s the shape that gave birth to all the horrors people believe happened here.
“So…” Liam trails off, the camera still facing Stiles and Theo. “It’s not haunted?”
Stiles sighs. “It might not be no.” It’s not the answer either of the boys wants to hear — Theo most likely won’t care — but it’s the only one he can give them if they keep standing beneath this goddamn tower. Seeing a stray ghost, that may or may not have been Tara, isn’t proof for anything. “Wait here.”
“What? Why?” Mason asks, his voice stuck between frustration and hope.
Raising his brows, Stiles gestures past the scrub surrounding the tower — probably to keep people out. “Because I’m going to go there.”
“There’s a ‘No Trespassing’ sign right next to us,” Theo points out, raising his brows and looking at Stiles like he’s seen him for the first time.
Stiles snorts out a laugh. “Aw, are you worried? That’s so sweet.”
Unsurprisingly, that hits a nerve. Theo narrows his eyes. “It’s your trespassing charge. Have fun.” He really acts as if he’s never done anything wrong before in his life. That sounds insanely boring.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Stiles promises, watching as Liam and Mason exchange a look that’s more than a little loaded. It’s not like they could technically stop him from “I’m just going check for any activity. If anyone asks, you tried to stop me.” It’s not the first time Stiles trespassed. So far, he hasn’t been caught, and now, he’s got a few more tricks up his sleeve. He’s going to be in and out. Well, not really in. Still, he should probably remind them to cut this part out. Although nobody can see his face, his trespassing doesn’t need to be on video for the world to see.
Giving the two boys a thumbs up, Stiles presses as closes to the tower as possible to shimmy between the scrub and the wall. He’s not interested in going any further down that mountain with his tight jeans — even this is a terrible idea.
“Theo!” Liam snaps.
“Go get some B-roll,” Theo calls over his shoulder.
Stiles glances at him. “Shut up.” Although people are most likely aware that they’re sneaking around here, they really do not need to announce their trespassing. Carefully, he pokes his head around the tower and surveys the area. The castle must’ve been huge before they burned it down, but the thing that interests him the most is the doorway across from him. He doubts that’s where he’s going to find the entrance to a tunnel, but for now he at least wants to check if this place even has graffiti that could potentially be satanic. The tower itself is suspiciously clean for an abandoned and allegedly haunted location.
With Theo right behind him, Stiles hurries along the old path, his steps silenced by the overgrown grass. He ducks under the ivy covering the top of the doorway and steps into the room. The drop in temperature is noticeable, but that’s pretty much the most exciting thing. It doesn’t take more than two people to make this room almost a bit too claustrophobic for Stiles’ taste. The charred walls don’t exactly ease the tight feeling in his chest.
This part of the history is plain to see. People have burned this place down. Stiles swallows around the lump in his throat while brushing his fingertips over the cold stonewall. Nobody burned, at least not in here.
“Well, that’s anti-climactic.” Theo steps next to him, nudging the leftover chain-link fence on the floor. “Anything on the ghost radar?”
For a moment, Stiles contemplates elbowing Theo in the face, but it’s not going to be worth the pain he’ll feel. “If you think it’s so funny, try living with it.” Stiles turns away from the unused fence and furrows his brow at the graffiti on the opposite wall. ‘Spikey Kelly’ in bright red. That’s really the only thing of note in the whole place. All the other graffiti is worn with age.
Stiles has no idea what that even means. Is that a name?
“Sorry.” Theo offers him an apologetic smile. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around your whole thing.” He gestures around, and for what it’s worth, he seems genuine.
Stiles opens his mouth, tempted to ask, ‘is that why you never called me back?’, but he shakes his head instead. “There’s nothing here.”
There’s absolutely no way he’ll have this conversation in the burned down ruins of an allegedly satanic castle — a satanic castle with no satanic symbols whatsoever. An evil place is easy to recognize by the shit all over the wall. Spikey Kelly, however, doesn’t exactly invoke fear. Stiles shuffles around Theo and pushes the ivy away.
“At least the view is great.”
That’s hard to deny. The view from up here is breathtaking, almost like they’re in a completely different world with the sky and a picturesque landscape as far as the eye can see. It’s hard to imagine Los Angeles is just a little over an hour away. They’re standing on top of the world, free, ready to fly at a moment’s notice.
Stiles wishes it were that easy.
Theo steps next to him, his body warm. “I bet the sunset is beautiful up here.”
Yeah, it’s probably worth the drive.
Ignoring the loaded statement, Stiles turns towards the tower. There’s a white wooden door leading into it, so new it ruins the image of the castle — as does the light just above it. This would be the first place Stiles prefers to be by day. “Let’s check out the tower.” Knowing his luck, the door is locked.
“Stiles.” Theo grabs his arm and pulls him back in, pulls him almost too close. “I know you’re mad—"
“I’m not mad,” Stiles interrupts, and he’s very clearly lying. The thing is, he is more pissed at himself for falling for the same bullshit over and over again. “You made your choice, whatever. Just don’t expect me to fucking swoon because you’re gracing me with your presence.” He pulls his hand free, not ready to admit out loud that Theo is still very successful at working his magic, and Stiles very much could swoon every time he simply smiles at him. That pisses him off even more than Theo not having the balls to tell him he wanted sex and nothing more. “Let’s go. I don’t want to hang out here any longer than I have to.” There is still the risk of being found, after all.
Without waiting for a reply, Stiles turns on his heels and hurries towards the white door. Here, he is very much out in the open. The light above his head turns on, but the door doesn’t budge.
Fuck.
“Why does that lamp have a motion sensor?” Theo asks, hovering directly behind him. Looks like he still doesn’t have any respect for personal space or boundaries.
Stiles covers most of the door with his body, brushing his thumb along the lock. “Try sneaking in at night when this place lights up like a Christmas tree.” Anger and spite have been surprisingly great teachers. Instead of wallowing in self-hatred, Stiles spend his time leaning into what he can do post-nogitsune. If he didn’t accept himself for who he is, how are other supposed to take him seriously? So, he buried his nose in books and has gotten the hang of little magic tricks, like opening and locking doors. It has worked on his apartment door every time so far, and this can’t be too complicated a lock.
He hears a soft click.
Yes.
Stiles pushes the door open just enough to slip into the room behind it.
“How,” Theo asks, closing the door swiftly behind him and plunging them in total darkness, “did you do that?”
A moment later, light illuminates most of the room and confronts Stiles with an almost disappointing reality. He didn’t exactly have his hopes up high, but he still hoped to find something. This? This is a waste of everybody’s time. No doors, nothing that even hints a secret door. No pentagrams, no 666, no graffiti that could even remotely been considered satanic. But the room isn’t looking too clean either. There are random graffiti smeared all over the walls, and the room itself looks like a bomb went off on it. Clutter is lying all over the ground, and the shelves are filled with it as well. It’s a miracle they didn’t step on anything.
It’s nothing more than a storage room.
Stiles scrunches up his face. “That was a bust.”
“Excuse me?” Theo snaps his fingers in front of Stiles’ face. “How’d you get that door open?”
“It was stuck.”
“I heard the lock click.”
Stiles makes a dismissive gesture. “You imagined that.”
With an exasperated sigh, Theo points the flashlight directly in his face. “I get it. You’re still mad—"
This again. “Put the fucking flashlight down.” Stiles cannot believe he has to tell him that. He blinks and squints a little, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room.
“Stiles—”
“Fine.” He barely resists to throw his hands in the air. “I thought you giving me your number meant we’d stay in contact. You didn’t call or text me back. I moved on.” Quite literally, in three occasions. Well, four if he counts the thing with Lydia and Jackson. It took him longer than he’d care to admit, but it’s not like he broke down crying. His mind simply liked to play the ‘what if’ game. What if Theo did call back? What if Stiles just tried one more time? What if he visited Beacon Hills and accidentally bumped into him? Endless possibilities, none of them happened. “I thought you were different. That’s why I was mad at first, but if you think I cried my eyes out because a jock doesn’t want me back, you’re dead wrong.” And that’s the truth. As angry and a little heartbroken as he was, his dignity wouldn’t allow to shed a single fucking tear for Theo Raeken.
Theo raises his hands defensively. “I want you, but the whole thing with my sister…” he trails off, staring at the ground for a moment.
Stiles stares at him in shocked silence. I want you. Three simple words that shouldn’t stun him, that certainly shouldn’t get to him. But they do because he can’t shake his attachment to people no matter how much he likes to pretend that’s not the case. He swallows drily. Those three words aren’t what he should focus on. He takes a deep breath. “You think I wouldn’t have understood if you told me?”
Theo glances up at him, smiling apologetically. “I regret ghosting you. No… no pun intended.”
Rolling his eyes, Stiles carefully steps away from Theo. He’s pissed. Again. This time because Theo is essentially opening the door, Stiles fully intended to keep shut. “Yeah well, I regret a lot of things too,” Stiles mutters, trying his best to shut his feelings off. “Having this conversation? It’s at least in the top five.” It’s uncalled for, Stiles knows that, but he’s not interested in talking about this any longer — even less inside this disappointed, entirely non-satanic storage room.
Theo stares at him, opening his mouth before deciding against whatever he’s intended to say first. A mask slips onto his features as he steps closer, a hand reached out to grab his arm. “I wanted to see you again, desperately, so I could apologize.” The smirk returns in full force, eyes flashing almost mischievously as he inches closer. “But maybe my tongue can do a better job of saying sorry than my words can.”
Stiles’ heart stutters in his chest, cheeks flushing hotly once again. Fucking hell. Theo shouldn’t be allowed to have this much power over him still, but it’s like his body is drawn to him, impossible to get away, impossible to fully let go. Get it together, Stilinski. “Tempting offer,” he replies, hoping that his voice won’t give away how he really feels about the words — even though it doesn’t matter, Theo can probably smell how bad he wants him too, “but I’m not going to waste this costume on you.”
The response startles the smirk off Theo, and he lowers his arm, brows drawn together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Relieve flushes through Stiles when he realizes control is firmly back in his own hands. Now, all he needs is to get out of here. “We’re going to a costume party.”
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The Guardianship of Gu Zi - Emergency Contact (Draft)
Qi Rong could hear his neighbor's phone ringing. Why does anyone own a fucking landline nowadays. The only is to annoy Qi Rong. Otherwise why would it ringing on the wall next to Qi Rong's bedroom when he is trying to sleep from his night shift. Who would even call that asshole anyways. That's when his mind went into thinking mode, but Qi Rong's brain hated him. Thinking mode only ever gave him bad ideas and worries. 'What if something happened to the kid at school. The kid had a bit of a cough this morning. What if Guzi is at school dying of a fever. The school nurse probably doesn't even know what to do with a sick kid. The school probably doesn't even have a nurse. The school would probably only have a secretary that calls to inform parents their kids have died from falling from a swing set.
Qi Rong couldn't take it anymore. The ringing had long ago has stopped. He did heard the shitface of a neighbor's answer and probably gave his credit card information to some sort of scam call. Qi Rong could probably work in a call center. In a cramped cubicle. He imagines sitting at a desk but that reminds him of sitting at a school desk which reminded him of the kid at school maybe with a broken arm or a fever because that sewer slime next door probably never even gave the school the stupid landline to call in case of an emergency anyways.
That's how Qi Rong ended in front of the local school. He was probably going to get arrested for loitering but the playground he could see through the chain link fence had kids on it, not GuZi. A whistle blew and the kids were gone. Then some time passed and other kids came out. The cycle repeated until there were no kids for a long time.
Qi Rong though going to front desk but he didn't even know the kid's grade really or if kid had a teacher. Maybe kids only learn from computers and workbooks these days. Fuck if Qi Rong knew anything about it. (Qi Rong did not make a mental note to ask the kid about his school day more). Then a loud bell rang out and kids were everywhere. Basically busting out windows onto the streets and school buses.
Qi Rong finally saw the kid saying goodbye to a teacher (no computer classrooms afterall) and exiting a gate. Qi Rong scrambled to hide, darting into an alley, crouching behind some trash cans. He couldn't be caught by the kids. Then the kid would think he cared, and he didn't, not at all. Qi Rong only cared about himself. That's why he stayed crouched until the street grew quiet again.
The school yard was empty again and cars in the parking lot were emptying out too.
That is when Qi Rong recognized a face from a long time ago, and his gut gave him a brilliant idea. As Qi Rong could always trust his gut.
That evening as the kid ate before Qi Rong left for work he asked about the kids’s day. Not because Qi Rong cared, but he need the information for his idea. He dropped the questions very nonchalantly. Qi Rong was so smart because the kid was happy to talk about his teacher, and classroom and didn’t suspect a thing about the questions.
The next day Qi Rong was at school again the next day, this time going in straight through the front doors.
Qi Rong dropped his glasses as he leaned over the counter of the front desk. On the other side of the desk was the face he recognized from yesterday, and she did not look happy to see him.
Xuan Ji narrowed her eyes at the unmistakable green ghost.
“I thought you died.”
“I did and I came beyond the fuckin’ grave to be this kid’s emergency contact.” Qi Rong showed her a picture of the kid Qi Rong had taken. He had put it as his home screen only because the kid looked so funny.
She looked at the picture and visibly softened. “Hmmm, can't do that. Pretty sure any kid you give birth to would be terrible, and this kid is an angel”
"I always knew you'd grow up to be a lady at an evil front desk refusing to help people"
"Get out before I call security." She threatens, but not seriously because Qi Rong didn't see any security yesterday.
Qi Rong leaned over the counter some more. “Do you still need someone to castrate your ex?” Qi Rong had tried to go just that during a blow job in high school.
“No. I got over him." Xuan Ji rolls her chair closer to her computer away from Qi Rong.
"Well since you never pay me for trying-"
"You coming after me for 20 dollars now?"
"No, but I think you still owe me and need a favor"
Xuan Ji sighs but concedes to listen to Qi Rong with a withering stare at Qi Rong.
"This kid lives in the same building and his parent is worthless, so honestly I'm doing this kid a favor. He'll never be able to pay me back…" Qi Rong is chattering on, rambling excuses really now on how he knew the kids' class information.
Xuan Ji looks at the picture on the screen again, the kid is smiling so big in the picture, then she looks at the menace she knew in high school. He doesn't appear to have changed much, but there is desperate honesty that she can see passed his green lens right now. Xuan Ji sighs deeper this time and goes to her keyboard.
"That kid is a good one. He used to be even before I got here some mornings. Would stay until I left too. Not lately though"
"I don't know anything about that, '' Qi rong says through gritted teeth just thinking how far the kid went to avoid being home. It burned something inside Qi Rong. He was still burning up when Xuan Ji tapped her nails on his phone. He hadn't even noticed she had taken it from his hand.
"Don't mess up his life more Qi Rong or I'll lock you in a freezer and forget about you there." Xian showed him the updated information.
"Congrats on your child."
Now Qi Rong wouldn’t lose any sleep, because if anything happened to GuZi Qi Rong's phone would ring. (The school did have a nurse, he had asked Xuan Ji.)
Also, if Qi Rong went home and yelled obscenities, profanities and curses at the scat-covered mutt’s door, since knocking didn’t yield a result, until the lady from across the hall told him to shut that was just because it was fun, not Qi Rong’s for peace of mind too.
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Ok so I just watched episode 5 of the pjo show and honestly I might get dragged for this but I have some very real criticisms of it that I want to share. And if you enjoy the show that’s fine, I’m enjoying it to but at the same time I have a lot of issues with it and want to talk about it because I think being able to be real and critical of stuff that you like is important.
I think I’ll start with the pacing because that’s my biggest issue with it rn. It is moving so fast it feels like it’s just doing the spark notes version of the book. And ik we are all on the train of adaptations not having to be exactly like the book anymore, (which is literally just a thing that came about bc of this show and if it was any other show to book movie I think ppl would have a different tune but that is an entirely different conversation that maybe I’ll talk about later because I find it very interesting tbh), but the show is cutting out a lot of stuff that I feel was very important to the characters and in the books. I don’t know if this us because of the episode count or the episode length of if it’s the right, maybe it’s all three, but I feel like because the pacing is so fast the story is just breezing past a lot of emotional beats.
Which brings me to my next point. I have not felt a single thing watching any of these episodes. In fact I felt more about this show when I watching a single clip from episode 5 on TikTok than I did while watching the actual episode even at that clip. The show is so bad at building tension for literally anything. And I know everyone hates the movies and all that but the movies scene with Mrs Dodds had more tension and life than the scene did in the show. And I’ve heard people dispute “oh Percy has been seeing stuff all his life he probably thought that this was just that and didn’t realize it was real” but that has nothing to do with this. Why didn’t Mrs Dodds lead him away from all the other students? Why would she attack him in broad daylight when she’d aware that Chiron and a satyr are there? Or even if she didn’t know Chiron was there if she knew there was a demigod there she should’ve at least suspected the presence of a satyr.
The chimera fight was also very disappointing. Now I don’t remember exactly how this fight went in the books or in the movies but I don’t need to remember to know that this fight as equally tensionless and emotionless as the Mrs Dodds fight. And yah, they’re kids, it doesn’t need to be some epic battle or anything, but there should be tension. We should feel a least a little nervous even if we know what’s going to happen. Ngl. I don’t even know what to say about the Medusa fight bc I don’t even remember what happened. I don’t remember what happened in the books when it came to Medusa besides Percy cutting off her head and sending it to the gods. I’d definitely have to reread the books again before I comment on the change of theme surrounding Medusa and like half of the main theme of the series because Rick did some serious reconning with this stuff but unfortunately my books are lost somewhere in my basement.
I do think the Minotaur fight was fine really good though. The bond between Percy and his mom was built up really well and it was pretty devastating with that last scene between them. You could really feel the impact that Sally’s “death” had on him. However, it was so fucking dark it was hard to see half of what was happening and I’m gonna talk about that more later.
The next thing I want to talk about is the acting/casting. And before anyone says anything this has nothing to do with Annabeth being black or Percy not having black hair. Their characters feel flat and honestly I think that if it’s anyone’s fault it’s the directors and the script. I’ll use Walker as a reference because he’s the only one I’ve seen in anything else, in The Adam Project he was brilliant. Like there were multiple times where his performance alone had me in tears. That movie had me ugly sobbing at least three times and Walker was definitely part of the reason why.
In the pjo show he just feels… dull. And a tad bit lifeless which is baffling. How do you even make a character like Percy Jackson that, I’m sorry to say but, boring. Even the movies managed to give him more personality than the show, and I genuinely hate to say that but if I had to rank all the Percy’s show Percy is at the bottom which is so hard to say because Walker is perfect for this role but still he has more Percy Personality in that Kraft Mac and Cheese ad that he did with Ryan Reynolds. I do realize that part of this could be because we don’t have Percy’s inner monologue, sorta like what happened with Harry in Harry Potter, but there are ways to combat that like having a character be more expressive and stuff and that is also just not happening.
*(Also if anyone of curious my Percy Ranking goes 1: book Percy, 2: musical Percy, 3: movie Percy, 4: show Percy).
Speaking of expressiveness, Leah as Annabeth is also very disappointing because in her interviews she seems so Annabeth and I can see why Rick choose her but in the show all of her lines are delivered the exact same and the most emotion we get from her is a pinch of her eyebrows. And it’s a similar issue with Walker because he doesn’t emote that much either and neither does Aryan so I’m definitely thinking that it’s an issue with the directing instead of the actors. I don’t have much to say about Aryan. He’s ok, he has the same issues as the others of just not having a lot of emotion or very good dialogue/line delivery but again I don’t think that’s his fault and instead the direction of the show.
Listen I think they’re all incredible and the chemistry that they have in interviews is amazing. But the fact that I can see more of their characters in interviews than the actual show is insane, especially because it’s so obvious they all care about their characters and the world of Percy Jackson so much that I think if they were left on their own they could do this show perfectly but someone behind the scenes is stamping down their performances for the sake of the show taking itself too seriously.
Charlie and Dior were both great for the screen time they had. I mean not much to say about them tbh bc they didn’t have that much screen time but Dior’s scream after her spear was broken was literal gold. Adam Copeland as Ares was amazing and Lin Manuel Miranda as Hermes is quite possibly the worst thing that they could’ve ever done.
I know a lot of people were praising the change they made with Annabeth and Percy’s relationship and how that instead of disliking each other because of their parents they disliked each other because of bad personal impressions. But honestly I have to disagree. If I remember correctly Annabeth disliked him because he was son of Poseidon, and Percy disliked Annabeth because she was rude to him. And to me that made perfect sense because Annabeth was literally being indoctrinated by the gods/what they teach at camp for years/half her childhood why wouldn’t she hate Percy based solely on the fact her mom hates his dad? And I think that was actually kind of important as a character trait and I’m pretty bummed it was changed. (Ngl tho like I said earlier I haven’t read the books in a long time so I could be wrong about this, I’m just basing this off what other people have said about the beginning of their relationship in reference to the show and the books).
Also going back to what I said about the lighting ‼️SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 5 ‼️this really pissed me off because so many shows do this and it only started becoming a real problem in recent years. In episode 5 when Percy and Annabeth are entering the amusement park it is so goddamn dark I could not see what was happening. I have no idea what that machine over Percy’s head at the entrance was or looked like. I don’t know why it made him so scared because I could not see it. I could not see their faces as they were talking. I could literally barely see where they were when they panned out to show them walking through the amusement part and this makes no sense to me. You have this huge elaborate set that I would really like to see but it is so dark the only things I can make out is a ferris wheel and maybe a bumper car? I could not see shit, it was so annoying and so many new shows do this where the scenes at night are just so dark you cannot see anything. And I get that sometimes it’s intentional, you’re not supposed to see what’s going on, but this is not one of those scenes so why am I having such a hard time finding our main characters?
I really need to reread the books again and when I do I will add more to this probably or just remake the post. But so far I think the show is really mediocre and pretty disappointing, and I think it’s important to point this stuff out and not just heap piles of praise onto the show just because it’s written by the og writer of the book. We’re definitely going to get more seasons and I would like those seasons to be better than this one and actually let the actors shine and for the show to reflect what was so amazing about the books. Also, I just want to say that there are moments/stuff that I like about the show and as critical as I am of it it’s because I like the series, not because I’m just trying to be a hater. But seriously, I used to hate the movies with every fiber of my being but because of the show I have a new found appreciation for them, which I think that in and of itself says a lot about how the show has been so far.
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A hand picks up the stepmother and deposits her carefully into a front garden. Inside, she can see her daughters, her beautiful daughters, talking to one another and laughing. Their eyes are perfectly in tact. Their feet are together, no longer bleeding. The day is brilliant and clean and clear.
The stepmother’s skin no longer ripples with those she has eaten. She is no longer a devil, nor an angel or god or being beyond imagination. She is simply a woman.
“I can still read that, you know. How did you… fix me?”
It seems the stepmother did not lose her awareness of the story. Well, stepmother, I have the power to do anything. I can put you anywhere, with anyone. I can tear down houses and build oceans. I can put you here, with your daughters, and try to give you some peace.
“I am still the wicked stepmother.”
No. You have done many wicked things, yes, even after you knew why you were forced to. It was not good. But I understand why you did it. To me, right now, you are simply “Stepmother.” I do not have another name for you. In the story I heard of you, you gave it up.
“I did.”
Would you like a new name?
“What?”
A new name. You can pick. I also have some suggestions. I like the name “Angeline.” Not sure why.
“What will a name do for me now? What can you do for me? This isn’t even me. This is a version of me you decided to create. I’m still somewhere else devouring stories and souls.”
Yeah, maybe that’s true. As I’m writing this, the story you are inspired fromisn’t over yet. You’re still a wicked eldritch being terrifying dimension hopping children. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I thought, maybe, even just for a little part of you, even just for a short story, I can give you some peace.
“Why a name?”
You said you didn’t have one in your old story. You know, in a very famous version of your story, you are called Lady Tremaine. I’m sure there are plenty of others that give you a name as well. In that story, your voice is given to you by a woman named Eleanor. Perhaps you can be Tremaine, or Eleanor, or someone else entirely. But this little story is your.
The stepmother is silent for a moment, considering the offer. She rolls her eyes at the narration.
I can get rid of it, if you would like me to, Stepmother. I can make you unaware just by writing it.
“No. I want to remember.”
Ok. You remember.
“I like… Eleanor. A respectable name.”
Beautiful choice. You are Eleanor then. A woman who has been through much pain, and caused much herself, now put down in a simple house with her two lovely daughters. Nearby, there’s a town, and beyond that, a whole world to explore. I’m a little short on time to write it. Perhaps you should pick up a pen, Eleanor. Or maybe just leave the house and see what the town is.
“It’s that simple?”
Why not? I can make it that simple.
“Why don’t you? Why don’t you always make it that simple?”
I don’t write all the stories. And sometimes it’s not that simple because I am not that simple, and neither is the world. These stories reflect me, what I need to hear, what others need to hear. Somewhere there was a little girl like cinderella with a very cruel mother who saw that she could make it. Maybe someone reading this feels they have done so many bad things that they can never and should never be happy, or that the universe hates them and has doomed them. Maybe you make them feel better. Maybe this is what they need.
“So all I am is a tool for you? For other people?”
Maybe. I’m not really sure either. That’s the secret, I think. Even the authors don’t always know or understand everything.
Wind drifts through a wind chime. It tinkles effortlessly in the breeze.
“Why did you say that?”
I needed a little break in the tension. I have to go.
“Why?”
I have a class to get to. You have your daughters to greet. I’m not going to write that part, but I believe that it will all be fine. In your little story. In Eleanor’s little corner. Where she finally gets to rest.
“Are you sure?”
Eleanor gets to rest. She sees her happy daughters. They love her. They missed her. It may be bad sometimes, or complicated, but that’s how life always is. Your creator, he gave me the perfect end to this story.
“What is it?”
Eleanor embraced her daughters, finally free of the eldritch curse placed upon her and finally at peace.
They lived happily.
#neverafter#d20 neverafter#d20 stepmother#the stepmother#the wicked stepmother#and i guess i feel the emotional need to tag this#eleanor#sorry to eleanors in other fandoms lmao#dimension 20#dropout#long post#idk what this is#or what im doing#i dont love the stepmother in neverafter#she's very cruel#and takes out her anger on the kids#and eats people#not great#but maybe i can give her some peace#idk#even just a little corner of the world
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You know I love hearing your opinions on MCD stuff.
Thoughts on Shad?
Correlations between Shad/Irene and their relationship vs Aphmau/Aaron?
Opinions on Shad and his relationship with his daughter Alina?
Conflicts in Aaron over his past family (Lily and Jacob, I believe?) and his relationship with Aphmau?
This one is for a potential future fic, depending on the opinions of the rest of aphblr on my most recent poll: If Aaron ever asked Aphmau to marry him in MCD, would the stone in the ring be red or light lavender?
Sorry to ambush you with all these questions, but I couldn't help it. Take whatever time you need to answer <3
1. FUckkkkk Shad is SUCH a good character. Like he’s THE embodiment of a villain. Hero gone bad. And as much as I hate how he used Aaron’s body not only for a physical form but for his voice to manipulate Aphmau, it was brilliant and it added to how fucked he is. He’s like a top 5 favorite Aphmau character for me.
2. The characters having these powerful past lives and becoming powerful reincarnations is interesting in of itself, but even more interesting when you see how similar they act and their similar storylines. (How much do we want to bet that Irene also woke up in the middle of nowhere and suddenly had a conscious? Or would that be pushing the bounds of this time loop too far.). Irene makes a playful atmosphere when battling with Shad. Aphmau and Aaron’s relationship is serious to the naked eye but has an underlying playfulness, if that makes sense. Irene and Aphmau are both nonchalant, playful, extroverted, but most importantly, willing to help anyone who needs it even at the expense of their own mental and physical health. With Shad and Aaron, they both face a situation that leaves them scarred, distrusting, and angry. They solve everything by making others feel similar hurt, or as Aaron says, he solved everything with his sword. The difference is that Aaron found someone to make him a gentle and full being again, but Shad stayed consumed by his rage and continued to hurt others. Aaron changed, Shad got worse.
3. I honestly don’t know. Everyone seems to believe that Shad had a deep love for his daughter, showing when Irene turned her into a relic, but not only do we not really know anything about WHY she was turned into a relic, I just can’t place my finger on why Shad seemed so upset. “That’s his daughter too!” Is the argument but in mcd, Shad only focused on Alina being the keeper of his relic. He actually dehumanized her so much that he called her “my relic”. The only times he called her Alina was when he was attempting to manipulate Aphmau into telling him when Alina was. Maybe he could understand that Alina meant something to Aphmau in a way that didn’t connect to her holding a relic, but I don’t really think he cared about her in any other way. This is a controversial topic in the Aphmau community tho and I haven’t watched in awhile so feel free to educate me if you know more
4. There doesn’t seem to be much conflict about Aaron’s past family besides confronting his grief and allowing himself to love again. I would say that maybe Aphmau felt like she was competing against Lily for Aaron’s love but Aphmau was more mature than that. Aaron loved Aphmau separately from his late wife. Aaron loved Lilith separately from Jacob, so any conflict was likely internal.
5. OKAY. THIS QUESTION. I LOVE POTENTIAL FANFIC QUESTIONS BECAUSE IT GIVES ME INSPIRATION OF MY OWN <333 So personally I think he’d give Aphmau a light lavender ring. He knows she’d love the color and she’d love to wear it. I was originally going to say red so that she could always have a reminder of him with her but theres nothing more telling of the love someone has for their partner than picking a special accessory out in their favorite color. BONUS PIECE THO, a garnet ring to say “Lilith Garnet brought us together in a way no other situation or person could’ve”
TYSM FOR ALL OF THE QUESTIONS MWAH MWAH MWAH! I HOPE MY ANSWERS WERE HELPFUL! I’D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE SAME QUESTIONS AS WELL!
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This is long. Forgive me.
Also, I have posted this on AO3 as well, cause sharing the love!
Right, I think the only way to do this is thus...
Jason... I hated Jason in the show. He was vile, and he scared me more than Vecna did. He showed the true depth of human fear and hatred, and he was terrifying. In this, I love that you gave him a second chance to show who he truly could be given the right environment. By the time Steve didn’t once let go of his hand, I was in love. He was so beautiful in this, well crafted and thought out. His journey wasn’t a slow thing. It took time, trust, and love. Thank you for giving him and us the chance to know him.
The boys, not including Will...the three of them are so sweet in this, just as they should be. I loved how you had Dustin and Lucas play if each other, how they worked together on their theories, how they gave each other the confidence to say what they thought and back it up with science. With Mike I’m so glad he got to be the soft caring Mike we all know he can be. He was so beautiful in learning to show his emotions and feel no shame, to voice his concerns for those he loves knowing he would be listened to. You gave them all a voice in this, keeping them true to themselves, making them feel alive rather than just being there.
Will...damn I love that boy, his instinctive caring nature, his shyness in his own self. We all know how powerful he is, how amazing, bright, and beautiful he will always be. I love the relationship he has with Eddie and Steve, how he slowly opens up to them, allows them in, and how they let him take the lead. I love the question about the world with the monster and the smile he only gives in response to Steve saying no and asking if the monster was scary. That was Little Bit wasn’t it?
Max and El... their friendship was pure light, pure life. I loved how they talked with Steve, letting him learn with them. Max is so special, her to the point nature, allowing brutally honest conversation that help bring to light facts that help them all at times. She’s like a little flame that shows people the truth of things, never shying away what’s before her just showing the truth of it all. El is pure joy. Despite everything, she just brings light and laughter into her world, sharing it with those around her. When she tells Hopper that his kids are just like him and he says that they are all little assholes and she deadpan responds that no, they are all superhero’s, I cried! Again, you brought them to life, made them real, and had them be the beautiful lights they are.
Hopper...oh my god, that man, that beautiful gruff, hard-headed man. I cried when you brought him back when he walked out of that bathroom. He is just brilliant in this, the pinnacle of being a good person, of putting family and loved ones first. Sure he does it with gruff words, and an angry frown and a few swear words scattered throughout, but he wouldn’t be him if he didn’t put some sort of affronted look on while happily doing it. I love that you made Steve his, gave him a son, gave him another child to love and care for. But also to give Steve an adult he could love and trust because he needed that, he needed that so bad after everything Sylvia and Daniel put him through.
The rest of the adults... I have to say I wish all adults were so understanding and accepting. Just taking things as they were thrown at them and simply saying “as long as you are happy and safe”. That is how it should be, how people should love, with knowing its not their right to choose how others live, but it is their choice on how they react.
Chrissy... this beautiful bright light of a human. We saw it in the show, that light softness that was still there despite everything she was going through and you ran with it. She is so lovely in this, just a tiny little fluff ball of joy and light. The dynamic she adds to the four of them is so spot on, the way she just slips in like she was always meant to be there, to be part of their pack. I love her relationship with Steve, how she instinctively became a fellow Omega, loving on him in a way the others didn’t. But more so I loved her and Eddie, again, we see a little snippet of what could be on the show and again you ran with it. Their cute nicknames, the way they played and leaned on each other was just so lovely and made me smile so much.
Robin... God love her. Her every word, action, and thought was just so her. Her relationship with Steve is a thing of pure love, pure need. They are definitely soul mates, totally made for each other in a way not many people get to have. The scene in the bathroom, when Steve wakes covered in blood, is done so well. I’m sure when that door opened, she wanted to scream, make a fuss, but she had promised, and she kept that promise, only looking at him. She is so amazing, she reminds me of my best friend so much.
Robin and Chrissy.... arghhh so perfect! Their dynamic is spot on, I wish we got to see a little more of their relationship, more spilt coffee, please!
Doors... love, love, love this idea. Being able to travel through worlds, seeing imagined lives, seeing the what if’s. The construction of this idea must have taken some time to make it plausible and real. I liked that Steve had a guide, that little Stevie got to be with him, show what to do, how it worked, that he got Charlie, he was sweet and cute. The scene with Sammy was brilliant, and heart wrenching, to be able to see her grown up and alive was such a gift, for us readers and Steve. Then...then, you threw in Eddie, not just any Eddie, our Eddie, the one from the show, I cried, I was happy he was there, helping Steve understand that he deserved love, just as he did in the show, just as he always has in every story written about the two of them. What I love most about this concept is that not only does it link each and everyone of your stories together it also links every single story written about them because this concept is unending and infinite ♾️.
Eddie... my love, my beloved, God, I love this boy. Every incarnation of him is just amazing, especially when he loves the way he does. This Eddie, Alpha, is so raw. The struggle he has with becoming who he is, is so real and heart-breaking. He truly believes he is unlovable, a monster. The time when they broke up was horrible, I know we saw it through Steve but you still felt how horrible it was for Eddie too, especially having that need to care for Steve and not being able to and having to reconcile those feelings with his Alpha self as well as his human side. He tried so hard not to push Steve, to let him do what he needed even as it went against ever instinct in him. I love how you don’t romanticise what they have. You make it very hard, very real, make it imperfect, and above all you make it human.
Steve... my sweet sweet boy. You gave him magic! You gave him powers to be what ever he needed to be, let him become what he had to be. Beautiful inhuman monster, made all the more human because when humans love to their full ability they are magic. Steve is love personified, he breaks, becomes fragile and brittle when he can not love, doesn’t understand why some people just can’t accept what he so willingly offers, and it destroys him. He becomes this new thing, a new word, Omega, because he just loves so deeply, so wholeheartedly and being human isn’t enough to give the love he has inside of him. Him loving Eddie was always going to be a lot for Eddie to bare, for someone who thought themselves unlovable suddenly having the love of Steve was never going to go down well. I know why Steve felt so hurt and crushed by what Eddie said, being told his love was too much, would have of course broken him. Their time apart again, horrible, but it was nothing to when Eddie died. God that stole my breath, it broke me, had me crying, sobbing because I could feel what Steve was feeling. It took me a while to push through that part, to get to the other side of it because you made the pain so real.
I think, if I could, I would spend a year going through this story, breaking it down, analysing it, showing the world just what you have created, and that it is a work of genius. Nearly 400k words of pure brilliance is something you need to be proud of. It is an accomplishment not many authors have made. I looked up how many published books have that many words, and there are not many above that word count, but you are up there with the likes of Stephan King and George R.R Martin.
Az, thank you for letting me bombard you with silly little Asks as I have read Touched, it has been amazing to touch base with you, to tell you my little thoughts and feeling as I have read. I could never give you enough praise for what you have accomplished, what you have shared.
So, thank you, just thank you.
Natasha x
OH MY GOD THIS *BEAUTIFUL* GENEROUS KINDNESS JUST MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME, THANK YOU MY DARLING SO SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭
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hey! i’m the anon that once asked you about ur english a level if you even care to remember lmaoo. I JUST SAW THE REBLOGGED POST WHERE ANOTHER READER SAID THEY HATED SATORU FROM IW AND I’M???
obviously everyone’s entitled to their own opinions. i think that’s the point of reading anything tbh, form your own opinions and decide whether you like something/someone or not, bUT I LITERALLY CANNOT HELP BUT DISAGREE SO STRONGLY 😭 i’ve literally never felt this strongly about a person’s opinion on a fictional character let alone how the fictional character was written in a FANFIC 😀
and obviously, no hate to them or whatever. as i said, their opinion is theirs, i just randomly felt the need to tell you mine (ik you never asked, i’m bored and my student finance situation is pissing me off so here i am lol). i think the reason why i feel so offended (jokingly haha) about any hate towards satoru in ur fic is bcz you’ve written him identical to how satoru in the actual anime/manga is, so i felt like it was a well aimed punch to canon!satoru and as his certified wife, i can’t stand by and watch this happen 😟
he makes dumb decisions sometimes but i think that has a lot to do with the fact that hebi is quite literally his oldest friend and allowing whatever feelings he has to get in the way of that (without knowing whether she likes him or not from his pov) is risky in terms of their friendship and where that’ll take them. like in the chapter where they had their first kiss, ofc, we as readers know why she backed off and what she meant by how she couldn’t “do this anymore” (or something along those lines), but he was never aware of her NON-PLATONIC feelings towards him, so i think (i say think bcz i’m the reader and you’re the author so what you say GOES) he was just confused by what she meant.
like if i were to randomly start telling you a story of my life with no context, and you hear me say names of my friends somewhere along that story, but i never TOLD you they were my friends, you’d think “oh who’s that?” until i clarified who they are to me. quite like how he was probably confused when she was explaining how she couldn’t allow herself to indulge in something that she thought wasn’t reciprocated. he had no context and was therefore just… stupid lmao 😭 he was criticising her for leaving even tho she promised to stay bcz he just didn’t understand (not saying it’s hebi’s fault in ANY way, she is MOTHER, i will defend her till the day i die).
yeah i have a lot of other reasons why satoru is not a bad person in ur fic (he’s literally a copy of himself in canon, kudos to ur BRILLIANT writing and characterisation of him) but ik you’re probably bored and i have to go turn the house heating on bcz uk weather is no joke 😀
Hello!!
This is so so funny and lovely to hear—I’ve heard so much variety in opinions on Gojo in my fic, mainly through the comments, and so it’s so lovely when people genuinely take a proper big opinion on either side of the ‘debate’. I fully get why people would be anti-Gojo just because we’re so invested in Hebi’s perspective and when she’s treated poorly/feeling shit, it does reflect poorly on him. I think that’s why I found it fun to write the Satoru-pov oneshots; IW is such a case of ‘unreliable narrator’-ism in a way that’s not always immediately evident, and so taking yourself out of Hebi’s perspective and immersing yourself in someone else’s can really help to get a more well-rounded view of all the characters, I guess.
But yeah, I’m glad you think IW Gojo is similar to canon Gojo! I used to struggle so much with his characterisation with him as a kid, which was I think partly because he was a child and that’s difficult anyway, but also because IW was one of the first things I’d written in… like, actual years, and I wasn’t that good at writing at that point.
I do think a lot of Satoru’s dumb actions come from ignorance, in whatever aspect, and I think it’s up to the reader as to how much they ‘blame’ him for that. Especially in the later chapters: should he have noticed Hebi’s degredation in mental health, and should he have done something about it if he did, even if she had never reached out to him? She did, after all, never actually confide in him about anything troubling her: I made it a point to state it multiple times. That, I guess, is where people’s opinions will inevitably differ, as to assigning both blame and responsibility. The idea will come up a lot next chapter, but—perhaps it’s almost similar to the Geto/Gojo situation. Yes, Gojo noticed a change, and yes, he tried to talk to Geto about it: but did he do enough? Should he have tried harder? Would it have even made a difference? People have different opinions on their split, too, because it’s not so set in stone. I think that’s the main reason people would dislike IW Satoru.
More about ignorance: you’re right, I can’t see him knowing about Hebi’s feelings. Satoru’s so much more of an active character than Hebi, who is intentionally very passive (if only ‘intentionally’ so I can have the slowburn make some degree of sense, lmao, but hey!). If he knew, I’d have to have him confront her about it. Like, I cannot see Gojo *not* pushing for something if he ever thought there was a possibility of her reciprocating. So, in my head, it can be concluded from his lack of action pre-kiss, that he absolutely doesn’t think she likes him back, and he also absolutely doesn’t want to fuck up the friendship. Again: it’s so, so, so important to him. I try to justify it in the oneshots—I know so much of this is #miscommunication, but controversial opinion, miscommunication adds to the drama and is fun under CERTAIN SITUATIONS, it’s not always a bad thing. LOL.
But also low-key I get why people wouldn’t like him. But also I get why people would, and would be more than fucked off with Hebi. And why people would be somewhere in the middle. Idk where I stand, they’re just both my lil pooks, yk. <3
But hell yeah! I love ur Satoru defence squad. And enjoy your heating (😀) and respite from student finance—I wouldn’t wish that process on my worst enemy </3
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Orange Blossom AU: Rough Draft
In all the world, there were three people Reborn disliked immensely.
The Man in the Iron Hat sat on top of the heap, Reborn’s hatred of the man deep in his bones. It wasn’t something he cared people knew either- the man deserved his hate.
The second person would be Luce. No matter what the story was with her, the truth remained that she ruined them. Took the barest hints of Harmony she offered them and used it against them. That sort of deep betrayal rang in your soul. Reborn carried it and despised her deeply. Not that the moron noticed until she tried to pull on his Flames to keep herself alive a bit longer. He’d smiled as she died, watching her as she realized no help was coming. He and the others partied for weeks after that. Even Aria joined them, her own issues with her mother heavy on her like a cloak.
The third would be Imetisu Sawada. The man was a narcissist who cared little but for his own wants. Reborn could let that go; he dealt with narcissists all the time. However, Imetisu? The man simply could not rest until he held himself above everyone else. He demanded that everyone act like he was all powerful and the best. He constantly pressed upon all Flame Actives around him, trying to make them bend. The sheer stupidity of the man on top of it? Unbearable.
Reborn could acknowledge his own ego. He could acknowledge he wasn’t the nicest person. He could acknowledge his faults even if he didn’t like to. Iemitsu? The man had little redeeming qualities. Frankly Reborn would think him to be Lightning with his fixation on himself if the idiot didn’t flare his Flames all the damn time.
That being said, Reborn still thought Imetisu would be competent enough to be able to know where his son was living but apparently not.
Reborn has been hired to train the Vongola Decimo, the apparently civilian heir which he didn’t believe. Tossing a civilian into the chaos of the mafia without warning? That was just Stupid with a capital S. He refused to believe it because it meant that Timeteo was overlooking half of the people he was related to. He might have been an only child, but he had second cousins in the mafia. He didn’t just need to focus on his own line and Iemitsu. Unless there were other reasons related to it but contract reasons could be easily reworked.
Reborn had been hired because of the success with Dino. Reborn was fairly proud of that though he felt a little bad (not that he’d never admit it) that Dino had tried to Harmonize with him but got hurt. It was partly Dino’s fault. Dino was well aware that Harmony would happen sooner rather than later and after two years if they hadn’t bonded they wouldn’t. He knew there were risks to a failed bond. Yet, the rest of the blame laid on Reborn. He’d never thought of telling him that a weaker Sky couldn’t bond with a stronger element. And that trying could damage their flames for life. So, Dino tried to bond, and catasorphe occurred.
Dino could never bond with anyone ever again. He had Romanio, his Rain. He had a Mist, and a Storm. But he could never Harmonize with anyone ever again. A death sentence for an Active Sky. Elements would preach about how lonely it was to have no Sky, but few knew how badly it affected the other end. Insanity was the kindest way of leaving it. Dino, being from a family who did not use Flames all that often, would have until he was fifty-five before the side effects became inescapable.
A to young age for such a brilliant man. Reborn swore he would do better with Tsunayoshi, tell the boy exactly what would happen to him if he tried.
If he could find the boy. Intel placed him living with his mother still in Namimori, but upon arriving Reborn learned from Sawada Nana, an incredibly airheaded woman that her darling son left for Kyoto when he turned sixteen. A brief records check showed he’d been emancipated from the woman. A shock but after an hour of spending time with her, Reborn understood. The woman truly wasn’t all there.
Reborn looked into the records then, tossing aside the stupidity of the file given to him earlier. Yes, Sawada Tsunayoshi did move to Kyoto but returned to Namimori at age twenty. The files said he lived in a small apartment in the shadier part of town. But there was little else in there, leading to Reborn stalking in the dark, looking for the man. Instead, turning the corner on one street lead him to finding three good looking women, dressed in revealing clothes. They spotted Reborn, trading startled looks. Ah. Prostitutes who knew of him. Meaning they had ties to the mafia, which meant information he could use.
“Ciassou.” He said, smiling.
“What’s an Acrobaleno doing here?” Asked one of them, a pretty woman who seemed to draw the gaze of people around her with her big doe eyes. She wore her short hair in a messy pixie cut, the tattoo of some sort of generic flower coloured orange obvious on her clevage.
“I’m looking for someone. I’ve been hired to tutor someone, and so far the information I was provided is…” Reborn did not scowl. He was better than that.
“Who you looking for?” Asked one of the other two. A pretty redhead- dyed from the looks of it.
“Sawada Tsunayoshi.” That makes all three of them stop and trade more looks. Perhaps Sawada was not as divorced from the mafia as his father claimed.
Doe eyed stared at him for a long moment before she spoke again. “Got a hundred thousand yen? Infos a long story and I make about that much a night.”
“Is five hundred thousand better?” Reborn asked. The woman jerked in surprise. Reborn was well aware of how hard it is for working women. His own mother had been one, not that anyone knew that. Nothing connected him to his past and that was how he liked it. He wouldn’t deprive the girl of money and she was willing to help out.
“That’ll be… yeah. There’s a restaurant around here- guy keeps his mouth shut.” She jerked her head and Reborn followed her. After handing the other two women some cash to. He wouldn’t be rude after all, and having ears on the ground would be nice. “Rose and Diamond aren’t easily bought. You gotta give them more than cash.”
“Thank you.” Reborn said, accepting the knowledge as she led him to the restruant. A sushi place, still being manned, though the man behind the counter was a sullen young man who had one arm. He did light up when the two entered the resturant.
“Blossom!” the man said with a laugh. The woman, Blossom apparently, laughed.
“Takeshi. Is the backroom available?”
“Always for you.” said the man, reaching out to claspe her hand. Something seemed to pass between them, the man looking pained and Blossom looking at him with sadness. Reborn kept his mouth shut, not wanting to intrude. “You coming tomorrow?”
“It’s Toshiko’s birthday.” said the woman with a laugh, leading Reborn to the back. It was obviously for shady business, the smell of blood was thick. Blossom didn’t really react as she went and sat down at the low table in the middle of the room. Reborn followed, with a purple haired girl with an eyepatch coming in a second after. She stopped for a second but shook her head.
“Are you ordering anything?” she asked in a soft voice. Blossom smiled at her.
“Just my usual and some tea Chrome.” Reborn ordered his favourties and some coffee and then settled in. Blossom studied him for a few minutes before she quirked her mouth.
“Buisness or food first? Takeshi will get it ready for us fast. He’s good at cooking. Nearly as good as his dad had been.”
“First, some back story. Sawada Nana is a discorded Lightning with a Mist secondary.”
“... fuck.” Reborn said, covering his face. The words deserved it. Discorded elements were bad enough but a discorded Lightning? That was asking for trouble, with the Lightning latching onto something with laser focus and never letting go. Add in a Mist secondary and reality could and would bend.
“Mhm. Luckily her focus was to be a proper Japanese housewife. With the perfect family. So that was fine. Issue was though that her kid got sealed at age five and as such was too unfocused and to out of Harmony to be able to be a good student.”
“... please tell me you’re lying.” Reborn asked. Blossom only gave him a pitying look.
Shit. He would have to double check but if what she said was true… damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
If this was true he had a lot to teach the kid. And he no longer thought that Timeteo had been lying. This was… ugh.
“Nana became discorded when she failed to bond with Sawada Imeitsu.” The woman continued. “They were unaware. She was obsessed with being his perfect wife that they had a boy name picked out for their child and were going to raise a boy. Coupled with Nana’s Mist abilities- pushing and pulling at reality- the nurses told them they had one.” That was oddly phrased. Reborn frowned and looked at her closer. He froze as he fully took in her face. “However they had a girl child. Nana attempting to force her views on her daughter only lasted until the girl finished middle school and was able to leave the house to work. She wore skirts for that and even while sealed her Will was powerful enough to knock back some of the effects of her mother’s Mist. So people saw her as a girl and came to the conclusion Nana wasn’t right in the head when she kept saying boy and when they realized Nana had forced her daughter into dressing like a boy. The damage was done though.” She propped her chin on her hand.
“She left her hometown when she was eighteen after petitioning the government and took off for Kyoto where she realized she didn’t have any real skills to work. She did find work though. As a prostitute where she took up the name Orange Blossom and would later break her seal and learn about the mafia.” Sawada Tsunayoshi leaned forward. “Now, tell me everything about why you’re looking for me.”
Fuck Imeitsu.
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"...but why should she even be Valyrian? I'm terribly afraid that the point keeps going over your head"
She is of valyrian blood. What sort of racist shit are you saying? A black/brown woman can't have valyrian blood because of their skin color??? This argument is inherently racist and has been called out in the fandom already. Don't you wonder why it's Netty whose valyrian heritage gets questioned and not Addam/Alyn? George is already hinting at the racism yet here you are parroting the same racist shit. George literally wrote Brown Ben Plumm, the same guy whose Dany's dragons are comfortable with, as having valyrian blood. He wrote lores about dragonriding. Nettles is a dragonseed. You talk against racism but speak like a racist.
You sent me this and two other anonymous messages within an hour of each other(each sounding more ridiculous than the last).
It’s clear that you are spiraling and have a bad case of I’m not listening disorder, therefore this will be the last time that I respond to your unhinged rants.
This is how you(and the others who parrot this garbage) sound when you say Nettles’ fantastically brilliant Black self(don’t think I can’t see you still trying to be slick about her race) can’t be a non-Valyrian dragonrider: “How dare you say Black girls are pretty/talented/smart. Only non-Black girls are pretty/talented/smart and if you say otherwise you are a liar who doesn’t respect her betters.”
That’s the exact logic you are using Miss I’m not a racist, you are the real racist 🙃 GRRM isn’t writing this story to tell us how special the Targs are and that Targ supremacy is justified, but you are more than welcome to think that if you can’t handle the fact that a Black non-Valyrian girl was able to claim and tame a wild dragon🤷🏽♀️
According to GRRM, Nettles is a legal adult while Rhaenyra is a minor when they begin their respective relationships with Daemon. Additionally, Daemon has known Rhaenyra since she was a child and she’s his niece. He only knew Nettles when she was a legal consenting adult who could’ve gotten herself the hell out of dodge if she wanted to.
There is no way a smart girl like Netty who found it preferable to be homeless than be used by men for their pleasure would stay where she didn’t want to be. No matter how much you go on about it, Dettles≠Dumbnyra, and yes, a racist white woman is the villain here(last time I checked CSA doesn't make you into a racist and it doesn't excuse trying to make a pregnant woman into a hate crime statistics. She's a victim of Daemon, but she's a villain to Nettles. She’s responsible for her own actions here)🤷🏽♀️
Calling me a “white male worshipper” is ironic considering I’ve had someone accuse me of “only wanting to put Black women with Black men” due to shipping Baela and Alyn rather than Baela and Jace. It can’t be both so I need someone to tell me ASAP(no Rocky) which one is it.
So now you care about Black women 🙃 I like Baegon in an AU setting where Aegon knows how to act right, not how he is in show/book canon. Laughable that you actually think I’m using Baela as a proxy(or any of these ladies) to lust over Aegon of all characters 🫠Like I said, you are unhinged.
If anyone wants to know the fastest way you’ll get blocked by me it’s this(being butthurt you got called out so now you have descended into spamming me with your drivel).
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