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[salazarslytherin]

under the waxing moon (r.l x y/n)

requested: yes!! [could you do a young remus lupin smut perhaps? if not than cedric!! one with a marking kink, maybe!! and (fem) reader has love bites all over her and remus has scratches on his back from her yk.... and maybe the marauders notice or something cheeky like that at the end! thank u my love!!] send in your own request here!

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cw/tw: smut, marking!kink, hickeys, oral sex (both male and female receiving), fingering, idk just sex man, basically porn without plot

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i hope you guys like it! i wasn't sure whether there were any cw/tw other than the ones listed? if you guys notice any please leave a comment or dm or smth to let me know! thanks :) ALSO i realise i use the word 'boy' a lot jic that makes people uncomfortable all the characters in my fics are of age, i just don't feel comfortable calling them men :/ anw, if you like it please leave a comment, like or reblog to help boost xx

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The door slammed shut behind you two as Remus kicked backward, not that either of you would have stopped what you were doing should the door have stayed open.

His hands were currently in one of his favourite spots – nestled under your thighs while your legs were curled around his waist, hands clinging to his neck like you were afraid he'd dissipate into thin air if you were to let go for a second.

Your two mouths moved furiously against each other, his tongue furiously dominating yours as he brought you two towards his bed, bringing you along with him like you weighed nothing.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer."

Remus tossed you onto the bed, his tall stature casting a long shadow above you as the late morning light shone through the Gryffindor tower windows, the young werewolf's smirk glowing beautifully in the bright light.

"Then hurry up and have me."

The words seemed to do the trick, breaking the trance Remus was in– scanning your body almost in a predatory fashion. It was hot. The prefect almost growled at the sound of your words, diving back down to press his lips to yours, hands by your head, impassioned by the waxing moon.

As the full moon drew closer, you found that Remus' libido would be heightened. He often drew you into empty classrooms, broom closets, once even getting you off in the Three Broomsticks during a Hogsmeade trip. But you weren't complaining. You got your boyfriend's mind off the full moon, and an – actually, several, intense orgasms? It was a dream come true.

As you were lost in your thoughts about the last full moon, Remus had found his way away from your lips, trailing soft kisses down your jaw to the sensitive spot behind your ear, sucking roughly to draw a moan out of you, and effectively, you out of your thoughts.

"Mm, you like that? Like it when I mark you? When the whole school knows who you belong to?"

Nodding, the words vibrated against your skin as Remus traveled down your neck, never hesitating to bite and suck on every last bit of naked skin he could find. Your hands had moved from behind his neck down to his button-up, detaching each one in a frenzy to see him, to feel him.

His hands did very much the same, moving down your own school shirt to unveil your bra, showing more skin as his lips ventured lower down your body towards your collarbone– his favourite place to leave a mark. Nibbling on your left collar, Remus balanced himself on his elbows, moving to grind his hard-on on your clothed crotch.

"Fuck yes, Re I need you. Please."

Your hands had landed themselves on his pants, unbuckling his belt and pants with shaking hands as the two of you moaned together. He detached himself from you for a second, both of you undressing entirely in record time before latching back on immediately, your lips melding together before the two of you had even hit the bed.

Remus' knee found itself between your legs, nudging them apart as his hands sought residence roaming your body, leaving light trails that caused shivers throughout.

One hand eventually landed on your breasts, alternating between massaging and squeezing them as you elicited moans with each movement. The other made its way down to your thighs, gripping onto them hard, sure to leave fingerprints for the next two weeks, purple reminders of this night.

Whining against his lips, you took matters into your own hands, grabbing onto his hard-on and squeezing lightly around the base, making Remus growl in return.

You began moving your hand slowly up and down Remus' shaft, your thumb spreading the small droplets of precum that had gathered, picking up the pace as the werewolf let out breathy moans, moving away from your lips to bite onto your neck.

Continuing to jerk Remus off, your other hand reached down to tug at his balls. When you felt him start to twitch in your grasp you let go, making the boy gasp as he abandoned the section of your neck he was currently sucking a hickey onto, in shock at the fact that you had pushed him so close to the edge and not let him cum.

Smiling innocently at your boyfriend, you rolled him over– an action he definitely hadn't expected and kissed him on the lips, before making your way down his body.

"Couldn't let you cum like that. I want to taste you."

⚔︎

You gave a little kitten lick to the werewolf's leaking slit, making him moan as he propped himself up onto his elbows, watching you go down on him, fascinated.

You swallowed the tip, swirling your tongue around the head and grazing your teeth softly against the shaft. Remus' hands flew to your hair, tightening his grip as you hollowed your cheeks on his member.

You answered by sinking your nails into his thighs, scratching down slightly as he impatiently push you down further, moaning out as he felt his tip touch the back of your throat, making you gag slightly.

You looked up at the boy through your eyelashes, lost in euphoria as he looked back down at you through hooded eyes, one hand leaving your hair for a brief second to caress your cheek, before flying back to pull your hair as you pulled off of him to swirl your tongue around his head.

Having already been pushed so close to the edge, it didn't take long for Remus to start twitching in your mouth again, the only indication of him reaching his orgasm aside from the sudden pull on your scalp.

The boy threw his head back, letting out a loud moan that you were sure would be heard down in the common room, before gripping onto your hair tightly and thrusting up into your mouth.

Ropes of white hit your throat, letting go of Remus' cock with a pop, before swallowing his seed, looking down at the boy panting beneath you.

"I fucking love you."

He pulled you down onto him, wrapping his hands around you to meld your lips against his, the two of you gripping each others' hips as Remus rolled you to the bottom again.

"Now I'm going to pound you into the fucking bed baby."

⚔︎

Remus' fingers slid inside of you without a hassle, you were so wet it was as if your body was welcoming him. He prepped you at a pace that was so quick you didn't dare to think how intense he'd be later.

Remus wasn't one to break a promise.

Your nails drew thick lines down Remus' back as he added a second finger, scissoring the two inside of you, hitting your g-spot which made you let out a small shout in response, gripping onto his shoulders with your nails.

"Re, oh God."

Your back arched off the mattress, eyes falling shut as you threw your head back, moaning louder and louder as Remus drew fervent circles on your clit.

Remus watched you from above, smirking as he moved down to suck on your tit, leaving a hickey above your nipple.

A third finger slid into your hole, your walls slowly fluttering around Remus' fingers as you felt a heat begin bubbling in your stomach, your toes curling as your orgasm quickly approached.

"Re, fuck, please, Re!"

You scratched onto Remus' back, gripping tightly onto his shoulders as you drew closer, until your high was denied, the nails that were gripping onto his shoulders relaxing in shock.

"What the fuck!"

The boy shot you a smirk as he looked down upon you, leaning in to nibble on your earlobe, whispering in your ear.

"You only get to cum with me inside of you."

⚔︎

Remus brushed the head of his cock up and down your folds, collecting your essence before pushing in, the both of you moaning at the feeling.

He pushed in further, bottoming out as you gripped onto his back, drawing thick red lines down it. Your tits pushed up against his scarred chest as he fucked into you slowly, sucking a hickey into your jaw.

Remus moved out of you so that only his tip remained, right before slamming back into you, making you moan out at the movement, his hands moving to land a firm slap on your thigh, his pace increasing every time he landed another slap. The small bits of pain mixed with pleasure, Remus' hollow slaps aiming only to arouse you rather cause any pain.

As he moved in and out of you, his hands gripped onto your thighs rather than continuing to deliver hits. He held onto them firmly enough to leave a bruise while maneuvering them so that your knees pressed against your own torso, hitting you with a new angle that caused him to brush against your g-spot with every movement, his crotch rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

Your lips found their way to Remus' shoulder, biting hard onto the skin to suck a hickey into it, biting down particularly hard as Remus' thrusts grew stronger, causing the boy to let out a guttural moan.

"D'you like this baby? Marking me up, showing everyone who I get to fuck every night?"

You nodded into Remus' neck, his own lips kissing your neck as his tongue darted out to trace the red marks he'd left behind, sure to turn a dark purple for everyone to see later tonight.

His hips moved at a vicious speed, the sound of skin on skin being the only sounds to echo around the room aside from the raspy sounds that would emerge from both of your throats, the two of you too immersed in the pleasure to make any proper sounds.

"Re. I, close."

Your walls began pulsing around Remus, incoherent moans leaving your mouth as your orgasm began to build for the second time that day, one hand moving away from your thigh to massage your bundle of nerves, his lips moving back on top of yours.

"Cum for me baby, I want to see you scream my name."

Despite his own orgasm building, Remus never faltered in his movements, his hips snapping to hit just the right spot to bring you closer and closer to the edge, his chest pushing down your knees as his hand moved to hold your neck, admiring the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure as the two of you build towards your climaxes.

"Such a pretty girl baby, all marked up and fucked out. You ready to cum yet?"

Nodding despite the hand wrapped around your neck, you threw your head back, your hands never ceasing in their movements to draw lines on Remus' back.

"I–fuck, yes, Remus!"

White clouded your vision as your orgasm hit you– a tidal wave followed by ripples that came in the form of Remus' slowing, yet still strong, thrusts into you, his head brushing against your g-spot with each movement which made you whine with each moment, your juices leaking out from around him, making you impossibly more wet than before, sinful sounds echoing from around the room.

"Cum for me Remus, I want to feel you fill me up."

Your hands reached out for the boy above you, pulling him down so that both your heads nestled in each other's necks. Tired from your orgasm, you were still eliciting noises as the boy moved in and out of you, him moaning as he felt your walls tighten around him with every other movement.

"Yes baby, I'm going to cum, fuck."

The werewolf moaned, muffling it by biting into your red neck, leaving yet another mark to remind you of this day. You felt hot spurts of Remus' cum hit you, moaning as a new warmth filled your hole.

The boy fell on top of you completely, his knees giving out under the ecstasy he experienced.

⚔︎

You whined slightly as Remus pulled out of you, suddenly feeling empty when he left you.

Your combined juices flowed out of you in that moment, but the sadness you felt was suddenly replaced with a shot of pleasure, the werewolf leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lower lips.

"Such a good girl, letting me cum inside her twice."

The kiss turned into a tongue, teasing at your sensitive entrance as Remus licked at the juices flowing out of you, drawing moans from your mouth that you didn't know you still had the energy for.

"It'd only be fair if my baby got to cum twice too, wouldn't it?"

Your eyes fell close again, nodding as your hands searched for Remus' body below you, trying to find something to grab, something to grip onto.

"I need to hear you darling, otherwise I don't know what you want me to do."

A smirk fell on the boy's lips, making you want to cry out in frustration as he moved away from your cunt, instead peppering kisses and sucking on the soft skin of your inner thighs, intent on marking you there.

"Fuck, Remus make me cum again."

The boy hummed against your thigh, moving away to admire a small hickey he'd left behind.

"Not good enough baby. I need to know how much you want it, I'm not here to be told what to do."

Tears welled in your eyes as you grew more and more frustrated, tired from the first round already you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching Remus much like how he watched you when you sucked him off.

"Please Remus, I need you to make me cum again. Please?"

Your bottom lip stuck out, making the boy chuckle. Another stupidly handsome smirk grew onto the boy's lips, leaning down to dart his tongue out onto your slit, flicking over your nub for a brief second.

"Of course Y/N, anything for you."

You fell back on the mattress as Remus dove back in, his hands gripping your thighs to push them apart, fingers digging in yet again to leave as many marks on you as possible.

He sucked on your abused clit, tongue darting back and forth at the same rhythm as his hands, massaging your thighs with his fingers. His mouth moved lower, drawing figures on your lips as his tongue danced around, occasionally dipping into your hole, fucking you with the appendage.

"Oh Re, faster."

The boy below obliged with a moan that sent ripples up your spine, fucking his tongue in and out of you at a speed reminiscent of the way he pounded into you mere minutes ago, two fingers moving to rub rapid circles onto your clit.

Moans grew into pants as you felt him speed up, your toes curling as your hands gripped onto his hair, pulling Remus' mouth further onto your pussy.

Your thighs trembled as your orgasm built, pushing you over the edge as your walls clenched around Remus' tongue, the boy muttering a 'cum for me' onto your lips.

You released with a shout, legs shaking as you pulled Remus' hair tightly, your back arching off the mattress as you rode out your high, Remus continuing to eat you out until you were reduced to a twitching mess.

"Feeling good?"

⚔︎

An hour after your activities, Remus walked the two of you into the Great Hall, both of you famished and ready to stuff yourselves with lunch.

You tried not to limp as you walked, and then had to brace yourself as you sat down on the wooden bench, Remus kissing you softly on the cheek as he joined you, greeting James and Sirius with a smile.

"Hey Y/N!"

Your housemates called out to you, prompting you to wave at them in return, before moving to serve yourself some food.

"Merlin, Y/N did you get mauled?!"

Peter came towards the table, dropping himself in the seat across from you.

"I–, what?"

The boy gestured towards your neck, making the other two marauders crane to see what Peter was talking about.

"Fuck, Y/N, what the hell happened?"

Remus looked down at your neck, then turned red as he realised what the boys were talking about. In the past hour or so, your hickeys had darkened immensely, covering every part of you, from behind your ears down to your collarbones– which could be seen from the undone top buttons of your blouse.

"Uh, I uh."

You had also caught on to what the boys meant, biting your lip as you looked down at your food.

Remus suddenly felt very warm, his skin heating up, rolling up his sleeves and tugging at his collar to let some cool air touch his skin.

"Oh, Moony! You really didn't have to mark her up that much you know. I think the point's been made. The whole world already knows she's yours."

Sirius chuckled and elbowed James, pointing down at Remus' arms.

"Look, I'm thinking Moony's not the only possessive one here at the table y'know."

The thick lines you'd drawn up and down the werewolf's arms still remained, and the few hickeys you'd left on his neck were small, but still noticeable.

Your cheeks heated, shifting your hair as best you could to cover up your neck. Remus let down his sleeves, shifting his collar and let out a cough.

"Moony just gets antsy 'round the full moon, y'know?"

[nadisabug]

Princess

Summary: Y/n is not prepared to find out why she has been picking fights with Zuko. Prompts: 42. Character A: Fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m in love with Character B! Character C: Yeah. A: Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?! C: What?! I thought you knew! 31. "I'm so in love with you it hurts." Fandom: ATLA Pairing: Sokka x reader Warnings: cursing A/N: Ah! Here is my second piece for the @fromthewatertribe‘s event! (also gonna tag @astroninaaa jic!!) I loved writing this, I hope I did the prompts justice! I hope you enjoy guys!

"Why don't you get off your pretty little ostrichhorse and face the fact that we're not going to treat you like royalty," I spat angrily, glaring at Zuko.

We were fighting. Again.

Ever since he joined us after we defeated combustion man we had been getting into it.

A lot.

"Says Princess," Zuko scoffed and rolled his eyes.

I felt fire surge up to my face. I opened and closed my mouth, completely unsure of what to say. That was Sokka's nickname for me and only Sokka was allowed to call me that. I was so floored that he would bring that up that the only thing I could shout back at him was, "You are the most despicable person I have ever met!" Fucking lame, I thought to myself.

"Tell me something I don't know," Zuko quipped. His responses were so easy and calm, he wasn't riled up in the least bit. It bothered me that I was so emotional and he wasn’t. It was like he didn't even care.

So I went for a low blow that I knew would set him off.

"Oh poor baby Zuzu, playing the martyr-"

"Don't call me that!" He nearly screamed losing all of his composure. He lunged towards me, flames erupting from his closed fists.

"Okay that's enough!" Sokka strolled in between the both of us, putting his arms up as if that would stop us from tearing each other to pieces. "Zuko, you come with me. We'll go hunting together. Princ- Y/n, you stay here with Toph and cool down."

"I don't need to cool down!" I shouted. I winced when I realized how loud I was. "Fine," I sighed and let my shoulders slump. I watched as Zuko and Sokka walked off to go hunt, leaving me behind with Toph.

It wasn't like I didn't like being with Toph, I loved her, I just... Something was bothering me about that fight.

I turned around and sat next to Toph. She was sitting there, nonchalantly picking her feet. I supposed she had been doing that the entire time we had been fighting.

"What's up with you today, grumpy pants?" Toph asked and elbowed me in the ribcage.

"Ow," I grumbled and rubbed my side. She had good aim for a blind girl. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"When will you people learn that I can tell when you lie," Toph sighed dramatically. She scooted closer to me and whispered in my ear. "Is it a secret? You can tell me, everyone else is gone."

She was right, Aang was training with Katara and now Sokka was off hunting with Zuko. The later part may have been why I was angry. I didn't know why but I felt this intense jealously that Sokka had asked Zuko to go hunting with him instead of me.

I huffed and scooted away from Toph. "I'm just jealous Sokka took Zuko instead of me," I answered truthfully. "I don't know why it bothers me so much though."

"Really?" Toph deadpanned. She paused for a second and when I didn't answer she continued. "Do you even know why you started fighting in the first place?"

I rolled my eyes at her tone. She was probably just trying to make fun of me for being upset over something so trivial, or because I couldn't figure out why it bothered me. "Yes really, I'm jealous. I always go with Sokka when we hunt." I purposefully ignored her second question, though, because I honestly couldn't remember what started the fight.

"I know that, I meant-"

"And why did he take Zuko anyways? He always says that you have to trust you hunting partner with your life, does that mean he trusts Zuko more than me now?"

"I meant-"

"After Boiling Rock they just seem so close, and about that too, I can't believe he took Zuko and not me with him. I knew how important that mission was to him, and he always takes me on his missions."

"Oh whatever," Toph gave up on trying to talk and listened to me rant instead.

"And I guess I am just so upset because usually we sit next to each other during the night around the campfire but now he's sitting with Zuko instead. You remember that time I accidentally fell asleep on him? Do you think that's why he doesn't sit next to me anymore?" I barely paused to get a response before continuing, but it was okay because Toph made no move to answer. "Like I thought that was so nice but what if I snored or something or he just doesn't like me and that was so annoying and-"

I stopped. Something I said had caught my attention.

What if he doesn't like me?

For some reason I felt like it meant more than just like. Like... I wanted him to like me. A lot. Like more than normal. I wanted me to be his favorite person and I wanted him to choose me first and-

"Fuck. Ooooohhhh, fuck. I'm in love with Sokka," I cried out, throwing my head into my hands.

Toph had since begun picking at her feet and didn't even look up when she responded. "Yeah? And?"

"You knew?" I gasped and whirled on her. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"What?! I thought you knew!"

"How was I supposed to know?"

"Are you kidding me? They're your feelings!"

I didn't have a good comeback for that. So, we lapsed into silence and I began to think about my newfound feelings. It actually started to explain a lot. That's why my face burned every time he sparred with Zuko, shirtless. That's why I felt so at home next to him. That's why I was always so angry at Zuko, I was scared that he was replacing me.

"I need to apologize to Zuko," I mumbled softly.

"Yeah you do, grumpy pants."

"Thanks, Toph," I rolled my eyes. I was about to reprimand her for not being a more supportive friend when I spotted Zuko and Sokka coming back. Still embarrassed over my outburst, I pulled my knees to my chest and hid my head under my arms.

"That was quick." Toph said.

"Yeah, flamey-o hotman over here scared everything away with his magic whoosh powers. I'll have to go out later," Sokka replied. "I'm going to fish for now."

I peeked out from behind my arms to see Sokka stalk off, leaving Zuko awkwardly standing in the middle of the clearing.

I sighed. Now was a good a time as any.

I stood up and walked up to Zuko. "Zuko, can we talk?"

"What, want to yell at me more, princess," he sneered angrily.

I sighed. "No, I want to apologize," I reached up and rubbed the back of my neck and looked off to the side. I couldn't meet Zuko's gaze.

"Let's walk," he nodded and began to lead the way. I followed him, leaving Toph behind.

Once we were a good ways away, Zuko looked at me. "Big change from earlier, wanting to apologize."

"Yeah, I did some thinking."

"Cooled down a bit?" Zuko suggested.

"Fuck off," I growled and rolled my eyes. Zuko raised his hands in defense.

"Sorry, you're right you didn't cool off at all."

"You are making it really hard to be nice, you know," I said and shot him a glare.

"Sorry, sorry," he relented waving his hands. "You're right, I'm still in the mindset from earlier. So. Why are you apologizing?"

"Well, I picked the fight. It was kinda my fault."

"True."

"Zuko," I sighed.

"FIne, fine."

"I just want to say I figured out why I am picking out fights with you and I want to say I'm going to try to do it less."

There was a beat of silence. I looked at Zuko to see his response but his gaze was unreadable.

"And?"

"What?" I responded quickly, defensive over my lame apology.

"You're not going to tell me why?"

I flushed red and turned away. "It's personal."

"It's not personal when you're picking fights with me over it," he responded, raising his voice a little. I could hear his frustration, but I really didn't want to tell him.

"Well it's a personal reason I'm not obligated to tell you everything about my life."

"And I just said if it's the reason you're picking fights with me it's not personal anymore."

"That doesn't even make sense," I bit back, matching his volume.

"Just tell me!"

"Fine it's cause I like Sokka!"

"Okay and?"

I blinked. "What do you mean 'and,' I just told you I like Sokka! That's a big deal!"

"Not really," Zuko shrugged. "I mean we all already knew that."

"You did?"

"You didn't?"

"No of course not how could I?"

"Well I mean it was pretty fucking obvious," Zuko scoffed and folded his arms. He was so blase about it it blew my mind.

"It was obvious?" I repeated what he said, still unable to grasp it.

"Yeah, but moving past the fact that you're an oblivious idiot, how does you liking Sokka have anything to do with me?"

"Oh," I said softly, my cheeks reddening. "Um, well I'm kinda jealous. Of how close you two are."

Zuko was silent for a long time so I looked up at him to see what was the matter. When I did, I just saw him staring incredulously at me.

"We're just friends. It's not like I want his tongue in my mouth like you do," he finally said, laughing.

"Zuko!" I shouted, my face growing even more red.

"Well it's true," he shrugged nonchalantly. "So that's why you're so upset at me all the time."

I shrugged meekly, "Pretty much yeah."

Zuko nodded resolutely. "Then let's help you get this boy."

"What?"

"Did I stutter? I'm going to help you confess and start dating Sokka."

"I don't need any help!"

"Obviously you do if you haven't realized your feelings until now," Zuko half snorted in response. He seemed to find this situation so funny.

"Listen, I can confess on my own time okay," I said resolutely.

With that, Zuko shrugged and walked away. I sighed, but let him, knowing I didn't have much more to say anyway. I went back to camp and sat down next to Toph, talking to her about nothing.

Later, when Sokka came back from fishing, he was soaked and shirtless, a bad combination for my heart. Since I realized I liked him, it was like my feelings were magnified. My face burned red and I couldn't bear to look at him.

"Look what Katara did to me!" He whined once he was in earshot.

"What did you do to her?" Zuko responded airily, not even turning to look at him. I wished I could be that easy going around Sokka.

"Doesn't matter," Sokka waved him off. I saw Sokka look at me and the heat in my chest flared. I looked down quickly, breaking eye contact as soon as we made it. "You and Princess make up?"

I heard Zuko rumble an assent then the topic was dropped. Zuko and Sokka eventually wandered off, talking to each other.

"You're lucky he's as dense as you are. I can't even see and you're making it more obvious than a platypusbear in a pottery shop," Toph smirked at me.

"Oh shut up," I mumbled. I looked up to see Sokka walking back towards me. I mentally hoped that he wasn't coming to talk to me, but when he stopped in front of me I knew my worst fears had come true.

"Hey, can we talk, Princess?"

"Uh, I am actually talking to Toph right now-" I nervously began but Toph cut me off.

"Oh, we just finished. Go have your talk, Princess," Toph pitched her voice up at the end of the sentence, obviously mocking me.

Left without any other excuses, I took Sokka's outstretched hand and followed him to go talk.

We walked all the way down to the beach, where no one else was, before he finally broke the silence.

"So, Zuko said you wanted to talk to me," he finally said, looking down and over at me.

"He did?" I was caught off-guard by that. Why would...

"Yeah, he said it was about the reason why you're fighting with him so much."

If thoughts could kill a man then our party would be down one member. "I can't believe he said that," I groaned and threw my head into my hands.

"So... you don't want to talk to me?"

"No!" I looked up quickly and met Sokka's confused gaze. "I do want to talk to you just not about that!"

"But you talked to Zuko about it?" He asked, half a question half a statement.

"Yeah," I agreed slowly. Sokka smiled softly, sending my heart up into my throat.

"While I am a little jealous, I am actually kinda glad. You don't know how hard its been, what with my best friend and my girl not getting along."

I stopped breathing for a second.

"Your girl?" I whispered breathily.

At my statement, Sokka blanched and began to stammer. "I, uh, I mean a girl that I know not specifically my girl I mean because I can't own a girl you know women's rights and everything equality yeah um so yeah I didn't mean my girl yeah of course not."

I smiled softly and began to open my mouth, but Sokka cut me off.

"I just mean its so hard when your two best friends are fighting because that's what you are to me, just a best friend."

At that my smile fell. "Oh," I said softly, turning away. I began to think that he may have actually just misspoke and that was all.

Suddenly, I felt Sokka grab my arms and pull me in, wrapping his arms around my waist. I looked up at him in surprise but his eyes were closed. He rested his forehead against mine.

"Aw man, don't make that face, I'm sorry I'm such an idiot. It's just... I just... I just love you so much it hurts when you look like that... don't hate me," he added the last part on quickly and softly, scrunching his eyes up.

"How could I, when I love you so much it hurts too?" I whispered breathlessly.

And then, I kissed him. He didn't react at first, but after a moment he began kissing me back ferociously. I reciprocated immediately, kissing him with an intensity of months of pent up affection.

We only parted when we both couldn't breathe.

Panting, we leaned into each other. My arms around his neck, his around my lower back.

"I am considerably less mad at Zuko now," I said happily.

"Yeah, what was with all of that?" Sokka replied, pulling his head away to look at me properly.

"Oh," I flushed for what felt like the millionth time this day. "I was maybe a little jealous."

Sokka laughed but stopped quickly when I glared at him.

"Y/n, don't be jealous. You'll always be my Princess."

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Arrows & Accidents

Request: Can I request an Ezio imagine with a gender neutral or male reader where the reader is or was a student of Ezio's and has gotten themselves injured.

Warnings: Violence, graphic detail of wound/treatment, swearing in Italian, LOTS of Italian lmfao (translations at the end)

Tagging: @marshmallow--3​ / @yourlocalfrenchie​ (I know it’s a male reader but I still tagged you guys jic)

13/06/2020: Lmao I almost killed you guys… oops. Also, this is 2.9K -- I spent all day on this because once I sorted out the plot, everything else was just *chef’s kiss* hope you enjoy!

Requested by @timbreavery​

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“You need to hit harder, Y/N.” Ezio reflected your blade effortlessly. 

“I don’t want to hurt you by mistake.”

“Who says you’ll hurt me?” He smirked, twirling his sword with a flair. 

You nodded in affirmation, and began to hail a stronger assault. Although it wasn’t enough to overwhelm Ezio, it was certainly stronger than before.

On a defensive hit, his sword sent yours flying across the training ground. “A better effort, mi amico,” he nodded approvingly. 

“Pfft.” You scoffed, going to pick up your discarded weapon. In the seconds you weren’t looking, an unknown force came into contact with your back, sending you flying to the floor and away from your sword. You laid still when you felt a blade come into contact with the back of your neck. 

“Mario is sending you on a mission which I don’t agree with. Personalmente, you do not have the experience. So you need to be ready, Y/N, or you will get hurt.” 

When he was finished, you grabbed his wrist and forcefully brought the heel of your boot into his back. It allowed you to move the blade away from your neck. With Ezio’s balance compromised, you pushed into him until he hit the ground beside you, your arm pressing against his neck and pinning his arm beside him. 

“I think I’ll be fine, Ezio.” You released him and offered a hand to help him up before readying your retrieved blade. 

“Ora, un altro?”

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As the sun began to set, approached the site that overran itself with Templars. Your target was the Captain, who was hiding in the area. Although it was littered in ruins, you knew the general location of him, and you were ready to bring an end to his havoc. There is rarely a proper way to prepare one to end another’s life, and normally you would avoid it at all costs, but when the end of one life could bring freedom to many, it was hard to debate the argument of life for someone so evil. 

Slowly, you weaved your way in between pillars. There were so many ways you could lose the upper hand, and so you kept vigilant when you moved. As you peered around the column, you saw him. He was patrolling with four other guards, and after assessing the situation, you weighed your options: 

You could use a throwing knife on your target and a smoke bomb to distract. 

To be more accurate, you could use a smoke bomb and charge in, hidden blade unsheathed. 

“Assassino!”

Oh, great. 

As guards unsheathed their swords and crossbows, you pointed your gauntlet at your target and let a bullet fly. As soon as the bang erupted in the air, you felt something pierce your abdomen, the force of it sending you backwards to the ground. 

Although your target got hit in the neck, you were equally as compromised in your side.

Before they could get too close, you scrambled to your feet and vaulted over a small wall, keeping your hand pressed against the wound on your waist. You kept obstacles between you and your opponents, knowing that the only way to survive was to escape. As you reached the edge of the ruins, you spotted a horse grazing on some hay. Wasting no time, you mounted the white mare, kicking your heels into her ribs as she took off towards the city. 

You had one hand holding the reins as the other reached for the foreign object embedded in your muscle; it was an arrow. Grasping the shaft, you snapped it in half, wincing as it shifted under your skin. 

As you reached the city, you began to turn harsh corners to stay out of your pursuers’ line of sight. Once you deemed it far enough away, you dismounted and hit your stolen steed on the flank, making sure she fled through the streets. Eyeing a side alley, you slipped between flailing drunkards before turning one last corner, fully out of sight. Moving like you had had caused the arrowhead to move, and in doing so your robes were coloured more with crimson than with its original white. You slid down against the wall clutching your wound, needing to slow the world as it spun around you. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was increasing tenfold. Feeling the blood soak your palm, you toyed with the idea of pulling it out to save your flesh from tearing more (or to bring death faster).

You knew you had to get back to Tiber Island, but you were sure that you’d draw too much unwanted attention to yourself if you took the main roads, and would almost certainly collapse without a horse. You rested your head against the bricks, willing an idea to pop into your clouded brain. 

Small thuds beside you caught your attention, and you turned your head to see a group of thieves land next you. One of them, who was probably the one in charge, pulled your hood off your head, taking in your features; pale, sweaty, barely conscious. “It’s Y/N!” He exclaimed. His eyes turned to the others. “Riccardo, get Ezio. Tell him that we’re bringing him to La Volpe Addormentata. Sbrigatevi!” One of the leanest nodded his head and took off running down the alleys. “Ora,” he spoke softer now. “Aiutami con lui.” 

Two of them grabbed your arms and lifted you to your unsteady feet. The movement stretched your side. “Agh!” Your legs buckled, and your sudden dead weight pulled everyone to their knees. 

“Mio Dio,” the leader uttered. “You! Get a horse!” You heard as feet thundered against cobblestones. “Y/N, you must move.” You looked at him in anguish; he seemed twice your age, and had a fatherly look of trust in his eye. 

“Non posso…” The crimson had spread from your waist and was not being absorbed by the fabric anymore, dripping onto the ground. 

“Yes, you can; just to the main street.” You could vaguely hear horses in front of you at the end of the alley. 

You took a deep breath, calming yourself, before you nodded weakly, head hanging low. Step by step, you were half dragged to the mouth of the alleyway. Someone was already mounted on the horse as you were being hoisted in the saddle. It was a mercenary, much bigger than you, and you held on tight to the saddle with one hand as you were sent off galloping down the street, a small entourage following you. With every bump in the saddle, an ache pounded in your head; you were having trouble keeping awake, but the harsh movements wouldn’t let you go under. 

You weren’t very aware of your surroundings when the horse came to a stop. Sitting firm, you waited for the mercenary behind you to dismount, and you attempted to follow suit. Tripping in the stirrups, the impact of the floor sent your mind reeling, your foot getting trapped in the metal. Pain radiated through your body as you fell on the protruding arrow shaft. Groaning, you weakly pushed yourself up to your hands and knees, dazed and confused. “Andiamo, ragazzo.” Multiple hands heaved you off of the dirt ridden paths, hauling you up the stairs and into the Thieves’ Headquarters.

“La Volpe!” The hooded man revealed himself by the entrance. 

His eyes assessed the situation in a second. “Bring him into the back.” People parted quickly to make space for you all to make it through. “Put him on the table.” You were turned to sit down, before slowly being lowered to lie against the wood. 

Finally being out of the streets and safe in your surroundings, you allowed yourself to relax, to close your eyes, to maybe spend a few moments asleep… 

“Y/N.” Someone patting your cheek got your eyes to reluctantly open. “Leonardo and Ezio are here.” 

Leonardo?

You swallowed thickly, not having the energy to respond other than letting your head roll to the side. As they came in, you could half-make out what they were saying. “Those doctors… will be of no use to us… I know my way around a wound.” It was Leonardo, rambling on as he was gathering the relevant supplies. 

You blinked, and Ezio towered above you. “Ah, amico mio, mi dispiace tanto.” 

Before you could respond, a hand twisted the embedded arrow shaft. You threw your head back as you cried out, hands flying to the culprit’s hand. 

“Leonardo!” Ezio chastised. 

“I needed to know if it was stuck in the bone!” He quickly justified his actions, hands raising in surrender. “Take his armour off.” 

Quickly, your upper robes were discarded, leaving your chest bare and your injury exposed. You heard the movement of metal tools before you felt something cold touch your skin. Looking down, you saw a small blade that touched the edge of the arrow wound. You grasped Leonardo’s wrist. “No, please…” Pain was hitting every nerve and muscle, and you desperately wished you were unconscious, but the fact that you weren’t meant you were going to feel everything, and at this point, you wanted to feel nothing.

Leonardo looked at Ezio and La Volpe. “Hold him down.” 

Ezio grasped your hand with one of his before using his other one to put weight on your elbow, effectively pinning you to the table. La Volpe followed suit. “I don’t like this, Leonardo,” Ezio said, looking nervous.

The artist looked up seriously. “You don’t have to.”

You felt the blade sink into your skin. The lower half of your body was numb, but your back tried to arch at the intrusion; an attempt to get away. You were hyper aware of his fingers moving inside your flesh, poking at the metal inside you. “This type of arrow does not do too much damage, but it has hooked onto an organ.” Although Leonardo’s voice was calm, you couldn’t help but writhe. You could feel everything the arrow (and Leonardo) touched, finally managing to begin drifting in and out of consciousness, after what felt like hours of pain.

You were too tired. 

You heard Leonardo bracing you for removing the arrow, but you were completely limp in Ezio and La Volpe’s grasp. You swallowed again, eyes rolling back. Your face scrunched weakly as you winced; the arrow finally relinquishing its position, too tired to scream and shout. Stifling a groan, you slightly jumped when the pressure of a fabric was being applied in place of Leonardo’s fingers. The last thing you heard before your vision blacked out was, “We’re not done yet.”

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There were three instances where you briefly came to since then. The first was as your wound was being bandaged. “What are his chances?” Ezio’s voice echoed in your ear.

“Of survival?” Your eyes barely opened for a second to lock with Leonardo’s. “Small.” Although his face was comforting, his words weren’t. All too quickly, you lost consciousness again. 

The second time, you could feel your body moving as you were taken off the table and onto something soft but sturdy. Your head rolled to the side and your eyes opened to see Leonardo washing his hands in a basin. “Con attenzione, ora!” You felt your arm fall off the side of the platform you were being moved on. The rocking lulled you back into darkness.

You didn’t remember these instances.

The third and final time you came to, you had a hard time opening your eyes. It felt as if they had been sealed shut. An involuntary hum grew in your throat as you brought your arm up to rub your eyes. Even that simple movement left you aching for reasons you couldn’t remember yet. You brought your hand away as you opened your eyes. Looking around, your brows furrowed.

This wasn’t your bed, or your room… 

Pushing yourself up, you stopped abruptly, lowering yourself back down and wincing as a searing pain spread across your side. Your hand immediately went to the source, where your fingers ran across rough fabric. Looking down, you saw that your chest was still bare, although half of your torso was covered in white bandages. Looking around, you found your robes hanging up against a wardrobe across the room, clean and repaired. Your boots were at the foot of the bed. 

Trying again, you slowly sat up again, pulling the sheet off of your legs. You bent down agonisingly slowly, one arm against your side while the other grabbed your footwear. After you pulled them both on, you began lacing them up. It was at that point when the door opened. 

Looking up, you saw Ezio staring at you, surprised. “Y/N, what are you doing?” 

“I’m getting up.”

“You should be resting.”

“I’ve rested enough. How many days has it been?”

Ezio didn’t reply at first.

“Ezio; how many days?”

“Five.”

“That’s more than enough.” 

You pushed yourself up to your feet, only for your knees to buckle and send you back down to the floor, the impact of which reverberated up to your side. You grasped the bedpost for support as your breath hitched. Footsteps approached your kneeling form, but you held your hand up to stop them. “I’m fine,” you spoke through gritted teeth. Hauling yourself back up again, you leaned heavily against the wall, your legs not used to walking after five days of disuse. 

“You don’t have to pretend.” Ezio respected your need for space for a few moments, but soon moved to pull your arm over his shoulders when he saw you begin to struggle. 

“... Can you take me downstairs, at least?”

He sighed, thinking out the pros and cons. “Fine. Come.” 

Tentatively, you tiptoed down the stairs, careful not to make any jarring movements. Ezio held you securely to prevent you from falling, should you do so again. The sounds of people eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves filled your ears, and your eyes landed on a table with La Volpe -- standing up with one knee propped up against the bench -- Leonardo, and a few other thieves (all sitting properly). They seemed to be in deep conversation, but as La Volpe looked up and moved his attention to you, everyone else followed his gaze, smiles poking at their lips.

“Y/N! You’re awake, and… moving.” Leonardo shot Ezio a disapproving look. 

“I asked him to take me here.” You motioned to sit down at the table, and Ezio helped to lower you to the bench. Steadying yourself against the table, you brought a hand up to your side as your wound twinged. 

“You’re just in time for me to change your dressings.” Leonardo got up to fetch new bandages as Ezio took his place beside you. 

La Volpe sat down properly. “Y/N, what happened?”

You recounted the story in detail as Leonardo worked on your side, slightly embarrassed at your inability to stay alert that night. “It was my mistake,” you finished, wincing as the bandages were pulled tight. “I should have stayed out of sight.” 

“He shouldn’t have even been there,” Ezio quipped, closing one hand over a fist. “We almost lost one of our best students.”

You smirked. “I’m flattered.” 

Leonardo coughed to hide his chuckle, sitting on the other side of you. “Here.” He passed you a loose shirt and a drink; you thanked him and slowly dressed, being careful not to stretch your side. Taking a sip turned into gulping down mouthfuls of the liquid, parched from not drinking for days.

“If he was one of your best students, then why did we almost lose him?” La Volpe was blunt, but he wasn’t wrong.

“Because that mission was not supposed to be for him!” 

“Remember who assigned him that mission, Ezio. Your anger is misplaced.” Ezio looked between the faces at the table, huffed, and got up, heading for the backroom. 

The atmosphere grew tense, and you decided to break the uncomfortable silence. “I’ll, uh, go and talk to him.” You got up slowly, holding your side, and followed where Ezio disappeared to. 

You peered around the corner to see him leaning on the table, his knuckles pressing into the bloodstained wood. After a few moments of standing still, he cursed himself under his breath, punching the table beneath his hand. He walked to the other side of the table, folding his arms and leaning against it as he fell deep into thought. 

You decided to knock against the wall, then. Ezio turned his head to see who it was, before smiling softly and staring back at the wall. You went to lean on the table beside him, staring at the chalkboard propped up against the barrels. “You’re blaming yourself, Ezio.” You called him out on it before he could say anything, prompting an amused scoff on his part. 

“I should have pulled you out of the contract.”

You looked at him, but he still stared at the wall, seemingly too ashamed to look at you. “Why? You didn’t know what was going to happen.”

“I knew it would challenge you, but I underestimated just how dangerous it would be.”

“You know Mario wouldn’t have accepted that.”

He sighed through his nose, eyes flicking down to his boots. “I should have tried.” 

“Look at me, Ezio.” His eyes moved to yours, but his head barely shifted. “I’m alive; I’m alright.”

“We’ll see.”

You squinted. “What do you mean?”

“Leonardo told me you have a bad case of idiozia, and he is not sure if it can be cured.”

You laughed, looking away. “No, me either.”

“I know something which could help, though.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what he would say before a force came into contact with the back of your head. “Ow! Bastardo…” Ezio laughed. 

“Let’s rejoin the others.”

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Translations:

Mi amico = My friend

Personalmente = Personally

Ora, un altro? = Now, another?

Assassino! = Assassin!

La Volpe Addormentata = The Sleeping Fox

Sbrigatevi! = Hurry up!

Ora, aiutami con lui = Help me with him

Mio Dio = My God

Non posso = I can’t

Andiamo, ragazzo = Come, boy

Amico mio, mi dispiace tanto = My friend, I am so sorry

Con attenzione, ora = Carefully now!

Idiozia = Idiocy

Bastardo = Bastard

[besaphilippines]

This Guide is made to help you if you have joined the BESA Pick-up Service. Read everything carefully and make sure that you understand the information within this guide in order to guarantee a smooth pick-up.

What is BESA?

Baguio English Schools Association (BESA) is the organization of international language schools located in Baguio City and La Trinidad, in the northern region of the Philippines. BESA is composed of some of the longest-running ESL (English as Second Language) schools in the country, serving students all over Asia, Middle East, and Europe.

What is BESA PICK-UP Service?

BESA provides a pick-up service at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA) to Baguio City for various BESA affiliated schools.

Below is a list of schools that are currently part of the BESA Pick-up Service:

A&J E-EduDC English Academy (A&J)

A-Plus Advance School of English Inc. (A-PLUS)

BECI International Language Academy (BECI)

CNS II Globalize Learning Academy (CNS2)

Baguio JIC – Journey In My Career (JIC)

Keunmoon English School (KES)

Monol International Education Institute (MONOL)

Pines International Academy (PINES / PIA)

Can I Talk Academy (TALK)

Widest Asian Learners English School (WALES)

PICK-UP SCHEDULE

Below is a table with the dates for the BESA scheduled student pick-up service.

2018 PICK-UP SCHEDULE

JAN 6-7, 20-21 JUL 7-8, 21-22 FEB 3-4, 17-18 AUG 4-5, 18-19 MAR 3-4, 17-18, 31 SEP 1-2, 15-16, 29-30 APR 1, 14-15, 28-29 OCT 13-14, 27-28 MAY 12-13, 26-27 NOV 10-11, 24-25 JUN 9-10, 23-24 DEC 8-9, 22-23

2019 PICK-UP SCHEDULE

JAN 5-6, 19-20 JUL 6-7, 20-21 FEB 2-3, 16-17 AUG 3-4, 17-18, 31 MAR 2-3, 16-17, 30-31 SEP 1, 14-15, 28-29 APR 13-14, 27-28 OCT 12-13, 26-27 MAY 11-12, 25-26 NOV 9-10, 23-24 JUN 8-9, 22-23 DEC 7-8, 21-22

THINGS TO PREPARE

Here is a reminder of things to prepare before leaving for the Philippines.

Important Things To Bring

PASSPORT – your passport should have at least 6 months of validity from the date of arrival in the Philippines.

LETTER OF ADMITTANCE (LOA) OR ANY EQUIVALENT DOCUMENT – This is a document providing proof that you have been admitted or will study at your school/ academy. Your academy can provide you this document

COPY OF YOUR ACADEMY’S ACCREDITATION TO ACCEPT FOREIGN STUDENTS – This is a document issued by the Philippine Government to your school. Your academy can provide you this document

2 PIECES 5x5cm (or 2”x2”) ID PICTURE – To be used for your Special Study Permit (SSP).

CASH CARD(S) OR PHILIPPINE PESOS – It is important to bring some local currency

Additional things to pack

Electronic dictionary, MP3 Player, Laptop, 110V adapter

Some medicines

Warm clothing – The weather in Baguio where you are going to study is at least 20 degrees Celsius on average.

What NOT to bring – It is not advisable to bring the following things, since these are available in the Philippines

Groceries or food that you cook – Bring light snacks for long flights.

Too many heavy books – You can bring light reading materials in order to preoccupy yourself during the plane and/or bus trip.

School supplies – School supplies can be readily bought in the Philippines.

Electronic appliances

PICK-UP TIMES

The following table shows the allotted pick-up times for the pick-up schedule.

Saturday Pick-up Sunday Pick-up 5:00 – 8:00 (Terminal 3 only) 16:00 – 19:00 (Terminals 1-3) 16:00 – 19:00 (Terminals 1-3) 22:00 – 1:00 (Terminal 1-3) 22:00 – 1:00 (Terminals 1-3)

ARRIVAL IN THE PHILIPPINES

Here are some reminders and guidelines once you have arrived in the Philippines

INSIDE THE AIRPORT – Follow these procedures once inside the airport:

Fill out the Disembarkation Form they give you on the plane or from the ground staff as soon as you disembark the plane.

Proceed to the immigration counter for passport inspection and validation. Line up to the “visitor” window at immigration

Present your passport, return ticket, the Letter of Admittance (LOA) issued by your academy, your academy’s Accreditation to Accept Foreign Students, and the Disembarkation Form to the Immigration officer and prepare to answer some questions.

Don’t be nervous and don’t worry if they ask you some questions. That is normal to foreigners going in another country.

Frequently asked questions are as follows:

What is your purpose here in the Philippines?

Answer: Study English for ___ months.

Where are you going?

Answer: I will go to Baguio City.

Remember: If the immigration officer asks for proof that you are going to study English in the Philippines, do not hesitate to show your LOA and your Academy’s Accreditation to Accept Foreign Students. Present it together with your return ticket.

After the immigration check, proceed to the baggage claim area. Each conveyer belt has a flight information board over it. Also, there are baggage carts available free of charge.

After claiming your baggage, give your Baggage Declaration Form to the customs examiner. Be sure your bags are ready for inspection.

Before finally leaving the customs area, a customs officer stationed at the exit gate will collect your Baggage Declaration Form and/or gate pass.

Next, you will enter the arrival lobby. Some guards will probably collect your baggage tags here. Also in the arrival lobby, there is a money changer if you would like to change your dollars to peso.

VISA – Here is a brief explanation of your VISA

30-day VISA free

VISA free – certain nationalities from different countries can enter the country without the need of applying for a VISA. Depending on their nationality they can stay up to 30 days in the Philippines.

Here are some nationalities of students with free 30-day VISA:

·         South Korea ·         Japan ·         Thailand ·         Saudi Arabia ·         Vietnam ·         Mongolia ·         Colombia ·         Spain

59-day VISA – Some nationalities, regardless of being able to avail of the 30-day free VISA, are still able to apply for a 59-day VISA. Please check that if you have a 59-day VISA, make sure that the VISA stamp also has the correct duration.

Some nationalities are required to have a VISA before entering the Philippines. Students from China and Taiwan are required to have a VISA before being able to enter the country. Most common to these Nationalities have a 59-day VISA.

The following are examples of 59-day VISAs

Vietnamese National with 59-day VISA

Taiwanese National with pre-arranged 59-day VISA

Chinese National with pre-arranged 59-Day Visa

Check your VISA after going through the immigration process. Check if the immigration officer put the correct arrival and duration of your VISA.

If you applied for a 59-day VISA, check if the duration stamped by the immigration officer is correct.

If there are any concerns or problems with your VISA duration, immediately ask help from the Immigration officer that checked your Passport or show your Passport and VISA stamp to the BESA pick-up staff.

IMPORTANT REMINDERS WHEN GOING TO THE MEETING AREA

Wait only in the designated meeting areas in order to meet with the BESA pick-up team. Diagrams and pictures of the designated meeting areas will be provided at the end of this guide.

If you arrive before your scheduled pick-up time, you can pass the time somewhere other than the meeting areas. Just keep in mind to go to any of the designated meeting areas to meet the pick-up team during your scheduled pick-up.

If you arrive during your scheduled pick-up time, meet with the pick-up team FIRST before going to other places (Smoking, Buying food, etc.), unless it is an emergency. This is to make sure that you have taken your scheduled flight and have not canceled your pick-up.

If you are lost or need help, talk only to airport security personnel, these people are usually wearing security guard or police uniforms.

BESA Pick-up staff will never charge you or ask for any payment during the pick-up service. Payments for the pick-up service will be done at your individual school. Do not follow anybody who will ask money from you for their help.

When asking for directions from airport personnel to the meeting areas, just ask for directions going to the designated meeting area. Do not ask them to guide you, show you around or borrow their phones. Remember to be polite in asking.

If you have Philippine Peso, you can buy a SIM card and a calling card at the information center or at the nearest store inside the airport. Just follow the steps in using the call card. Once you have a SIM and calling card you can ask the vendor to help you in contacting the BESA staff.

If you do not have any money to buy a SIM or a calling card, there are available money exchangers in the airport. If you need any assistance, approach airport security personnel, who are roaming around. Remember to be polite in asking.

Unless it is an emergency, do not leave the Airport area without meeting or contacting any of the BESA pick-up staff first.

MEETING WITH THE BESA PICK-UP TEAM 

BESA will have a small team waiting at a designated area in the airport (a diagram is provided for you to check on where to meet them).

The BESA pick-up team will have a list of students who are arriving and they usually hold a placard or banner with the BESA logo. If you see one of them, just approach them and check if your name is on the pick-up list.

BESA Pick-up Staff Uniform

BESA Placard and Banner

If you arrived at the meeting place and there is no pick-up staff yet. Just wait patiently, the pick-up is on their way to the meeting area and will be there within the designated pick-up time.

Once you meet with the BESA pick-up staff:

Show your passport to the BESA pick-up personnel so they can check your arrival stamp to avoid any problems later on.

Please be patient to wait for other arriving students as we cannot avoid problems with regards to the delay of flights, immigration check, and baggage claim.

The Airport has designated smoking areas. If you want to smoke while waiting for other students, please inform the pick-up staff first.

If you cannot locate the pick-up group or if you encountered any problem with your passport or baggage, please be in touch with the contact numbers on the next pages.

If you arrived at the meeting place and there is no pick-up staff yet. Just wait patiently, the pick-up is on their way to the meeting area and will be there within the designated pick-up time.

WAITING TIMES AND DEPARTURE

After meeting with the pick-up team, you will depart for Baguio depending on your designated pick-up time. The pickup group can leave for Baguio once all other students for the pick-up time have been met.

Once you have met with the Pick-up team, please wait patiently for other students.

The BESA pick-up team will also pick-up other students from other schools who will also go to Baguio City. These other students will be located at the different airport terminals.

Once all students for the designated pick-up time have been met, then the group can depart to Baguio City.

The Pick-up transportation will go from each airport terminal to pick-up the other students.

Reminders while waiting to depart to Baguio city:

Other students who joined the pick-up service will also be arriving at different times. Please wait for them patiently.

While waiting for other students, you can go buy snacks. You might not be able to eat something once the bus departs for Baguio. Inform the staff if you want to go buy something. Also be reminded that the group can depart anytime, so return to the meeting area promptly.

When riding the transportation for the pick-up service, please make room for other students who might join the transportation.

Be considerate of the other students who will join the pick-up service. You are not the only student who joined the BESA pick-up service.

It takes at least 5-6 hours to travel from Manila to Baguio.

INDEXES:

TERMINAL 1 – PICK-UP LOCATION DIAGRAM AND IMAGES

Meeting area: In front of DUTY-FREE PASSENGER ARRIVAL AREA

PRIMARY PICK-UP PERSONNEL: 0995-531-6367

Once you cross the street (IMG 1) turn to your right to go down a ramp (IMG 2)

Make sure that you can see the signs with the marking “PASSENGER WAITING AREA” (IMG 3), look for the DUTY-FREE meeting area (IMG 4). If you cannot see any of the signs with “PASSENGER WAITING AREA” you are in the wrong place.

IMG 2

IMG 3

Terminal 1 Meeting area Diagram

  IMG 4

INDEXES:

TERMINAL 2 – PICK-UP LOCATION AND DIAGRAM AND IMAGES

Meeting area: In-front of JOLLIBEE

PRIMARY PICK-UP PERSONNEL: 0995-531-6386

Once you pass through the exit gate (IMG 1) Look to your right and you can see Jollibee (IMG 3)

IMG 1

IMG 2

IMG 3

Terminal 2 Meeting area Diagram

INDEXES:

TERMINAL 3 – PICK-UP LOCATION AND DIAGRAM AND DIAGRAM

Meeting area: In-front of BURGER KING

PRIMARY PICK-UP PERSONNEL: 0995-531-6354

  Once Exiting (IMG 1) Look straight ahead and you can see Burger King (IMG 3)

IMG 1

IMG 2

IMG 3

Terminal 3 Meeting area Diagram

INDEXES:

CONTACT NUMBERS FOR EACH TERMINAL STAFF

Contact number per terminal

Terminal 1: 0995-531-6367

Terminal 2: 0995-531-6386

Terminal 3: 0995-531-6354

Emergency staff

Emergency staff phone: 0995-531-6375 and 0995-531-6380

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The Predator and The Prey -- Part 3

A/N: Sorry, everyone! This is a repost because I think I screwed it up somehow. Here it is again, though! Thanks to everyone who let me know! Also, it gave me the opportunity to add in the appropriate warnings since I was stupid and forgot last time. I’ll put the taglist down again just so it’s obvious that there is a taglist and if you want to be tagged just let me know, and I’ll add you to the list! Also, I edited the action scene because I didn’t like it so even if you’ve read the bulk of this I’d love it if you read that scene again so I can make that awful bit up to you. 

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Part 2 HERE

Taglist: @marshmallow--3​ / @i-wontgivein​

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Slight Asphyxiation (JIC)

Previously…

“We find this Lucy Thorne, and we interview her; take a statement, ask her a few questions-- find out what this thing does. We ask if she’s headed any investigations prior to working at the British Museum. We ask for the names of her superiors in her previous places of employment, maybe even search the place to find what else she might be hiding.” Jacob gestured his point discreetly. 

Before you both could stand up, there was a knock at the door. It opened almost immediately to unveil a very old rivalry. He stood tall, with his hair tied back with a red ribbon, dressed as if it was a weekday at the office. 

“Good to see people working, even on a Sunday.” He adjusted his cuffs. “Mr Frye, Y/N.”

“Shay.” 

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You couldn’t say you were surprised to see him; that’s how you both met. Before you had learned the hard lessons of life, you had taken a particular liking to Shay, but during your relationship, he seemed to change into something you couldn’t remember falling for. The entire ordeal was dealt with discreetly; Henry offered multiple times to bring his actions to justice by sacrificing his rank (which he had since gained after you had broken up with him), but you refused. “It’s not a big deal,” you once said, and you preferred to keep your love life out of the prying public eye. 

“What are we working on, Mr Green?” 

“Just another case of theft.” The tension in the room was pea soup thick.

“Got any leads?”

“Not yet.”

“Oh, well, be sure to let me know of any developments.” His lips held a smile of hidden meaning as he left, the door clicking shut melting the awkwardness of the situation away.

“I don’t trust him.” Jacob was left staring at the door long after the culprit in question disappeared. “He wasn’t even supposed to be involved in this.” 

“He’s let the power get to his head,” Henry assured. “Just keep this meeting between us. I’ll get a warrant typed up while you find out where this Lucy Thorne lives.” 

You and Jacob silently agreed, standing to leave.

“Oh, and Jacob?”

The one in question swivelled.

“You owe me something.”

Sighing in reluctant defeat, he fished out his wallet, pulled out a five pound note, and cast it onto the table. “Won’t happen again, Greenie,” he shrugged.

You and Henry exchanged skeptical looks. “I’ll be looking forward to that day; my wallet’s becoming harder to sit on by the week.”

Jacob amusedly rolled his eyes, opening the door and ushering you to go first. “Thanks again, Henry.”

“Send my regards to Evie!” 

You giggled to yourself as the door closed. “Oh yeah, there’s a keeper, alright.”

Both your desks sat opposite each other, so you could easily communicate with some degree of privacy. You took a seat at your clean desk, whereas Jacob’s documents were leaking out of drawers and his pens were littered all over his desk; he even had a few crumbs from Friday’s lunch on it (which he had quickly brushed away). A nearly completed rubix cube was tucked away under his monitor. “You’ve got to have a spring clean soon,” you pleaded. “I’ll help you and everything. Even you can’t deny that it looks like a bomb went off over there.”

“It’s an organised mess!” He argued. 

You hummed, doubtful, but decided to let it pass. “Let’s find out where this Lucy Thorne lives, then.”

You researched the police databases, searching the name into the system. Luckily, there only seemed to be one ‘Lucy Thorne’ registered, and she was squeaky clean. Almost too much so. “There’s barely anything on her.” You stated, scrolling through CCTV footage. There wasn’t much, and even then, she was barely in what little there was. 

“Yeah, her recorded search history is almost too perfect. Everyone has some sort of discrepancy, whether it be accidental or not.” 

“I hope you know that you need to find somewhere better to start than a museum curator.” You closed the windows on your monitor and turned on your screensaver. Swivelling, you turned to Shay. 

“It’s the only start we have. It would be best if you just leave us to do what we do best, while you find something to do where your time is valued.”

“It’s a bad lead.”

“It’s not a lead until we deem it so.”

“It’s better if you drop it.”

“No.”

“You’re wasting your time.”

“The only thing wasting my time is you. Fuck off, Shay.” You turned your back to him.

He exhaled through his nose sharply, clenching his jaw. “Look, Y/N, I’m only trying to look out for you.”

“Then don’t.”

Jacob glared up at him. “Leave off, mate. She’s not interested in what you have to say anymore.” He had kicked his feet up again, fiddling with his rubix cube.

“You know I’m right, Y/N.” Without any further prodding, Shay walked away. Jacob’s eyes never left him until he had shut the door to his office. 

“I don’t know what you saw in him, Y/N/N. He’s an arsehole.” He sat up straight again, moving back to his laptop to work.

You sighed, looking over your shoulder at the door at the end of the hall. “Neither did I.”

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After a few more searches, you and Jacob had managed to piece together enough of an address to drive to. It was buried under IP addresses and CCTV footage, but it was there. You just needed a bit of time to find it. 

You and Jacob pulled up to a row of flats on a quieter road of London. They reminded you of flats you might see in a Sherlock Holmes adaptation, with white walls and black doors, separated by equally dark gates. 

“Which number is it?” you asked your partner, who had taken the note of the address down. 

“I believe it’s 1868.”

Getting out of Jacob’s car (as officers not in uniform but in a police car may arouse suspicion), you walked to the door. There was something wrong with it, but you couldn’t put your finger on it until Jacob came up behind you. “Someone’s broken in.” He pointed to what gave you the odd feeling; scratches around the keyhole, as well as a bigger crack than normal between the door and the doorframe. 

Then, it clicked. “It’s open.”

You gave the door a push, and as you suspected, it creaked open loudly. Exchanging glances with Jacob, you signalled to be quiet and crept inside slowly. 

The curtains were all drawn shut, the flat feeling fully abandoned. The only light came from the doorway, but even that disappeared when Jacob quietly clicked the door shut. Only a silent moment after came a creak in the floorboards. For a second, you thought it was Jacob, and it was only when you saw him looking up that it wasn’t. 

“There’s someone here,” he mouthed slowly, cautiously taking small steps forward, leaning against the wall. 

He looked back to you. “Get evidence, then leave.” 

You nodded in affirmation, before heading towards the book cabinet while he went towards the table in the open plan kitchen. The flat seemed lived in -- there was nothing that showed signs of struggle or distress. It confused you. 

You opened the glass door of the cabinet, leafing through different books, trying to find anything that could tell you anything about the artefacts or be classified as evidence. On the bottom shelf there were some letters with the Museum’s insignia on them. You skimmed them, but they only seemed to be letters regarding acknowledgement on this study, or this update on security, or a reply to a query on… The Shroud.

You took the letter and closed the glass cabinet. In the reflection was you…

And another. 

Before you could think, you instinctively turned around and had managed to strike this person once, and almost twice. 

Somewhat luckily, it wasn’t Jacob playing a trick on you. 

This intruder had black fabric wrapped around their mouth and nose, with just as dark a cowl over their head. They caught your hand and used their other to close around your throat. The sound of your body clashing against the cabinet behind you alerted Jacob, who was across the other side of the room. He turned around, eyes widening at the scene in front of him.

“HEY!” 

He bounded across the floor as fast as his muscles allowed him. His only thought was throwing this intruder off of you. With a surge of adrenaline, he threw them across the room. The grip on your throat relinquished in a split second, and you were sent falling to the floor. Jacob took a second to monitor your gasping, oxygen-deprived figure with worried eyes, a way of asking if you were okay. Before he could reach down to pull back on your feet, the intruder managed to stand back up again. 

In his hand, the letter.

The intruder glanced both ways, before running towards a window. As it was half opened, they had managed to slide through the open gap without hindering their speed. Jacob followed close after them, but needed a slightly broader space to climb out quickly. As he shoved it open wider, he looked at them climbing onto the roof and cursed under his breath. In another second, he leapt after them.

Having recovered, you made the decision to go after them. There was no chance that you were going to leave him to this alone.

The chase had officially begun.