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gukkie01 · 1 year

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Pair: demon! Jimin x human! Fem reader

Rating/Genre: 18+, demon au, smut, attempt at humour, oneshot

Words count: 6 178

Warning: explicit content, chocking, blood kink, demon Jimin although he’s the coolest demon you’ll ever meet, stupid and shy Y/n, penetrative sex, dirty talking, praise kink, light degradation, unprotected sex but like he’s a demon so…

Summary: Y/n was having a normal Friday night until she thought it would be smart to try and summon a demon. Too bad it worked.

Note: it’s been months since I’ve written any fanfic and this is my first time on here. Hope you guys will like it. Loved writing this one! Also sorry for any typos :(

💞 quick little reminder that comments and likes are appreciated 🥹. Enjoy! 💞

Night of Evil

Many would say demons didn’t exist. And maybe that’s what you’d say. But everyone was curious, right? And you just so happened to give into your curiosity. Thus explaining why you were currently sat on the dark wooden floor of your bedroom, candles lit and forming a circle around you. You were crossed-legged with your phone in front of you.

You knew this was ridiculous. I mean, demons didn’t exist. Obviously. But somehow, all those shows and movies you’ve watched convinced you to try. You weren’t even sure if you were going at it the right way. Did you even need candles? A book with spells?

You had watched a video—more like a dozen—explaining in detail how to summon a demon. They were clear, the only problem being that each and every single one of them were different.

Draw a white circle and stand up in the middle. Chant your spell out loud with your eyes closed, alone with your stick of incense waving in the air.

Light candles around you and say your spell out loud. Do not step out of the candles.

Cleanse yourself and throw salt around you (wasn’t salt supposed to push demons away?) and put a stick of incense near you. Sing your spell and the demon shall appear.

You were almost a hundred percent that all of it was bullshit. If demons did really exist, there would be only one way to make them appear, right? Even so, you closed your phone and pushed it out of your circles of candles. You had memorized your spell and were ready to say it out loud, although nervous.

It was stupid, really. But your brain couldn’t help but ask what if it worked? What would happen then? What would it look like? You were sure that in any case, you would probably shit your pants. Having a demon in your house, looking scary or not, was not a normal-everyday occurrence.

After a long shaky intake of breath, you looked around you one last time before closing your eyes. You decided that it would be better this way. If it got to the point where it actually worked, you preferred having some time before having to see it. Otherwise, you’d surely have a heart attack.

“Te invoco a profundus inferni... (From the deepest hell I summon thee...)” your voice was probably too weak and you remembered on a particular website, it had said to use your deepest commanding voice. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat before continuing the incantation, this time, straightening your back and lifting your chin up, trying so desperately to look confident although it was obvious you were nervous.

“ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me! (to likewise bind them before me!)”You breathed in again. There was only a sentence left. You had to admit, your Latin was bad. Very bad. You weren’t even sure how it was supposed to sound like but there was one thing you knew, you were doing terribly. If you’d succeed in summoning a demon, he’d probably laugh in your face the minute he’d appear.

With a last deep breath, you whispered the last sentence, “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae! (Demon, submit yourself unto my bidding!)” You waited. One second, two, three and then four but nothing. Not one sound, except for the occasional ruffling of your curtains. You prayed your eyes open, extremely slowly and looked around. Nothing. Your bedroom was empty. Nothing had changed from before. No one was here. Not even a shadow.

Despite the immediate relief washing over your entire body, there was this little ounce of disappointment buried deep inside. You were a sucker for horror/paranormal movies. Deep down, you knew that you’d have liked to see a demon.

And just thinking that way made you snort at your own naivety. How stupid were you to even hope for one second that a demon would actually appear? Very stupid, that was for sure.

With a little sigh, you turned around, reaching for your mobile that laid in the same spot you had left it earlier. You had texted your best friend a couple of minutes before your ritual, promising to text her right after. You didn’t want to have to admit to her that once again, you got a little too excited and that of course, not one fricking demon appeared.

You swiped your thumb across the screen all the while getting up on your feet. You walked out, looking in your contacts until your eyes fell on the familiar nickname you’d given your friend. Fav dumbo <3. Now was the time to admit that you should have listened to her and that she was right. These days, she was always right. It frustrated you, especially considering she would always bet on it too. And that made you lose money every damn time.

You: you were right. No demon :(

Fav dumbo <;3: aww, poor baby. We’ll get candies later and binge watch every of your favorite horror movies.

Candies. That sounded nice.

You: you’re paying for them candies tho.

Fav dumbo <;3: yeah yeah

Smiling, you retracted into the kitchen, knowing exactly where it was without even lifting your eyes from your phone. Nights of sleep-walking into the kitchen for Oreos made you an expert. You knew each square inch of this house.

“Stupid demons. Of course they don’t exist. They’re all just~”

“Stupid demons? Excuse me?” Okay what the fuck was that voice. Surely it came straight from your brain because what the hell? Deep and sultry with a tad bit of sass. Who was it?

Slowly, painfully slowly, you raised your eyes away from your cell phone. You didn’t have to search for long. The owner of that statement stood right in front of you, probably four feet away. Which was not far at all. Too close actually.

He was not much taller than you, yet his height wasn’t what intimidated you. It was the way his eyes—dark and with a deepness you never saw before—stared right into yours, as if he was forcing himself inside. It made shivers break out across your skin, everywhere. You suddenly felt so uncomfortable, small under his heavy gaze.

He had pale skin and if you didn’t know better, you’d be worried at how sick he looked. It was almost translucent. He had a thin yet long scar that went from the right corner of his forehead to the bottom of his left cheek. He was very, very fucking beautiful. Ethereal really. But so damn scary. Who was he? A voice inside of you gave you an answer, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it.

This guy couldn’t be a demon. No way.

You remembered thinking earlier that if you’d see a demon, you’d shit your pants and scream until your lungs had no air but now, now you couldn’t find it in you. You weren’t even sure why. Part of you was scared but the other part, the bigger, wider one was in total awe.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” His voice, a little less deep this time, snapped you right out of your thoughts. You knew you had been ogling at him for far too long now. You cleared your throat, not an idea on what to say next. He frowned, cocking his head to the side. “Are you mute? Clearly, you could talk when you summoned me earlier.” He had this hint of annoyance in his voice.

Your heart was louder and faster by the minute. You were frozen. Too lost in your own thoughts.

“You’re a—who are you?” You asked, slipping your phone in the side pocket of your shorts. He snorted and took one step closer. You took one back. “I’m Jimin, nice to meet you.” He said, reaching his hand forward. It took you an embarrassing amount of time to realize he wanted to shake hands and even then, you hesitated. “What? I’m not venomous.”

He sighed and retracted his hand, looking around. “Nice house. The nicest I’ve seen in a long time,” he walked back, turning his back to you as he let his hand wander around your kitchen. His arm was veiny. So veiny, it seemed like his veins would pop out any minute. You gulped the little lump in your throat, fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

Were you supposed to say something, do something? A couple of minutes ago, you didn’t even know demons truly existed!

“Why are you nervous? I won’t bite you,” he said as he turned to you, “yet.” You gasped. Literally gasped. Did he say that on purpose? Did demons eat humans? You were not only nervous now, but scared to the point where you could barely stand straight. Almost shitting your pants. Jimin looked visibly pleased at your reaction, seeing the little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Which were the plumpest lips you’ve ever seen. And now you couldn’t look elsewhere.

“Don’t worry, I don’t eat humans. Not very tasty.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and focused on something else. Like the fact that he seemed to know each of your thoughts since earlier.

“Can you read minds?” You asked, a feeling of pride filling you when you were able to muster a complete sentence without stuttering.

Jimin smiled and shook his head. “You’re not very discreet and you’re easy to read. For example, I know you can’t stop staring at my lips.” Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Were you that obvious, that stupid? Your cheeks heated up and you looked away, not able to hold his eyes any longer. “Sorry,” you muttered under your breath.

“If you wanna taste ‘em, all you gotta do is ask.”

What the hell? Not only was he a sarcastic sexy little piece of shit, but he was a tease too! If you could, you’d wipe his grin off of his face. Too bad you didn’t have the courage to.

“So,” he started, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Why did you summon me?” Good question. And you didn’t have an answer to that. Why did people summon demons? How could a demon possibly give you what you needed? You were confused and Jimin seemed to see right through you.

“Some people summon me to listen to them although it’s the most boring shit I’ve had to go through. Others want me to take care of some… people for them and then, my favorite people, need something a little more personal.”

You frowned curiously. “Personal?”

“Well, intimate if that explains it better.” Intimate… Did Jimin mean sex? Demons could have sex? To say you were confused now was a complete understatement.

“You have a dick?” Sometimes, in particular moments, you found out that it was better for you to keep your mouth shut. In most of these moments, it had been too late and before you knew it, you’d say something stupid that would’ve been better left unsaid. And now seemed to be one of those moments where the words left your mouth before your brain could process them.

Jimin bursted into a fit of laughter. And goddamn, you never knew demons could have such angelic yet attractive laugh. It made you want to record it and fall asleep to it.

And this was your first mistake because now you couldn’t stop thinking about his wide smile and contagious laugh. Could demons cast humans in a spell? Did they have superpowers? You were sure that Jimin must have done some super-top-secret-demons spell on you because your entire brain was high on him. His face, his voice, his oh-so-veiny hands and the way he held himself.

“Actually, I do have a dick although some say that it’s better than the real thing.” The last part of his words came in a deeper voice an octave lower, flying right to you and hitting your strong. It was almost as if you heard it right beside your ears, making goosebumps erupt through your body.

Deep in thoughts, you hadn’t even realized that Jimin had gotten closer to you. He walked slowly and without any sound. In no time, he was right in front of you, maybe a foot separating you two. His face up-close was more beautiful. His skin had no sign of imperfections. His lips were more rosy from where you stood and you couldn’t help but bite your own.

Jimin caught in because the grin widening on his face was teasing and knowing. He knew the effect he had on you. Of course he knew. He was probably used to it. Used to making everyone drop to their knees in front of him. It was hard to believe that he was even a demon. His beauty fell more under the definition of an angel. But he was a little snake. That much you knew.

He quirked an eyebrow, still looking down at you. “So, how can I help?” He asked again with his teasing smile curving up his lips. His body was close to you. Way too close. It blurred all rational thoughts because all that went through your mind was how good it would feel to have his hands over you or his soft lips devouring your own.

Despite standing up, you stuck your legs together, an uncomfortable and foreign feeling setting itself in your crotch.

Jimin saw, just like he seemed to be able to see everything. He took a little step closer, looking down at your legs. “Seems like you’re having a little problem down there,” he mumbles, licking his bottom lips. They looked so fucking soft and plump and good. You seriously had to control yourself because it was slowly becoming embarrassing how much effect he had on you.

You didn’t answer his words. You couldn’t. Your voice was hidden deep in your throat, stuck there.

“Mind if I help?” Jimin asked in a softer tone this time. Your heart dropped. Literally. It busted out of your chest and a weird kind of warmth took over your body. Something exciting that made you giddy inside. The rational part of you screamed no but you were never the type of girl to stay reasonable. Despite being shy most of your goddamn life, you loved chaos.

And maybe this little thing between you and Jimin would lead to chaos.

That’s all you needed to nod your head with a muffled sound that was meant to be “yes”.

Jimin had a bright and broad smile brightening his face. He knew you’d give in. “Lead me to your room, kitten.” Oh my gosh. Kitten. Of course he had to say that. As if his existence alone wasn’t enough to make you a horny and stuttering mess, he had to call you kitten. He had to make it harder to resist jumping on him and kissing the life out of you both.

Ok, maybe you were going a little far. Maybe you were more horny than you thought. But you blamed that one on Jimin.

After a minute or two in silence, you shook the thoughts out of your head as much as you could and turned around, not before feeling Jimin’s warm hand clasp around your wrist softly. You took a deep breath to calm your heart that you were surprised still resided in your chest and walked to your bedroom. It was at the end of a small hallway so it wasn’t long before you stopped in front of your entrance.

The candles forming a circle were still intact on the floor. It made you wonder where Jimin had appeared but those questions flew out the window, the second Jimin’s hand pressed on your waist and you could feel his body heat mere millimeters away from your back.

“Such a beautiful room. May I enter?” His sudden politeness didn’t calm you, if only made you more weak in the knees. You nodded your head and stepped away so he could come in. He placed delicate and soundless steps on the floor and it was only then that you realized that he was barefoot. It made your eyes trail further up to the skinny black jeans adorning the thickest thighs you had ever seen.

Gosh, every time you looked at him, it only made you want him more, despite the voice in your head repeating, he’s a demon, he’s a demon, he’s a demon.

Jimin glanced around one last time before settling his eyes on you, a wide wicked smile on his face. One that sent shivers up and down your spine. He walked up to you and stopped when he was close enough that you were breathing each other’s breath, which in other words meant, extremely fucking close.

He lifted his right arm and let it trail along your arms. You were almost shaking under his touch, on the verge of begging for him to stop teasing and take you right now.

He stopped his hand at the hem of your crop top, meeting your gaze as if asking is it okay? You nodded, and you didn’t once look away as his fingers wrapped around the fabric of your t-shirt. You sucked in a long sharp breath as he slipped it off of your skin. His eyes darkened and he licked his lips as if mentally devouring your upper body.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled, his fingers traced invisible patterns along your stomach and he stopped at your bra. He unclipped it and let it fall on the floor. His thumb grazed your nipple slightly, as if it never touched it in the first place and this time, you couldn’t stop a moan from escaping your lips, even as you kept them shut in a tight line.

Jimin smiled triumphantly and he let his arm fall on his side. “Go lay on your bed, kitten.” He demanded but it left no room for argument. You gave him a little nod and laid on your back, trying to let the tension slip away. Jimin was being so soft, the opposite of how you thought he’d act.

You arched your back when he turned around, purposely trying to make your breasts pop more. Jimin muttered a small “tsk” along with “such a little slut for me, hm?”. It shouldn’t have made your heart beat this fast and a whine leave your lips but you couldn’t stop it. You never thought you’d like being degraded by anyone but with Jimin, it sounded so good.

You shut your legs together and Jimin didn’t fail to notice. He lifted one of his eyebrows teasingly, grasping his entire hand around your thigh. “Someone likes being called a slut, I see.” His voice was mocking and although normally you didn’t like feeling humiliated, you breathed in his words welcomely.

His fingers stroked the bare skin of your thighs, squeezing the flesh so tight you groaned but the pain felt good. He snorted and pulled your shorts down very slowly, letting you some time to react and push him away.

But you didn’t. You wanted him to go further. “Stop teasing, please. Take it off,” you whined, biting your lips and looking down as Jimin stopped his movements. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Ah sweetie, one thing you have to know is that you never tell me what to do, hm?” His voice wasn’t harsh but he made sure his words were clear. You nodded your head and muttered a pathetic “sorry”.

His face instantly softened and his right hand fell on your cheek. His thumb found your lower lip, playing with it and pulling it down slowly.

“It’s okay, kitten, but don’t you think you deserve to be punished for that?”

You shook your head. No. No, you didn’t want to be punished. In the multiple erotica books you’ve read, punishment often came as spanking or orgasm denial. You didn’t want that.

“No? I think you deserve a little punishment. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.”

You whimpered when he took a seat between your legs, pushing your thighs away from one another. The cold air immediately hit your clothed core, and chills ran all over you. Jimin rubbed his thumb over your panties, adding some pressure but stopping right away once he heard you moan. You frowned but you knew better than to go against him.

He slipped off your panties so slowly, you had to groan to stop yourself from begging him even more.

When he saw you trying to squeeze your thighs shut together, he grasped them and pushed them away, sitting himself in between. “Let me see that beautiful cunt of yours. Don’t be shy,” he said and lowered his head right between you.

His hot breath fanned over your whole crotch area and it elicited a loud, “Fuck, Jimin,” out of you.

“So fucking beautiful, kitten,” he mumbled, “I feel honoured that I get to see that.” He licked a strap of your skin, right beside your pussy. His tongue was hot and heavy on you but it was the best feeling ever. His hand moved until it rested on your inner thigh and suddenly, without any warning, he dug his nails into your skin.

You screeched, trying to get away from him but his hold was too strong. “What the hell?” You asked, trying to sit up but in your current position, it was impossible.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. It’ll be quick. Just a little punishment to make sure you never tell me what to do again, okay?” He asked although you knew it wasn’t really a question. “Okay,” you softly said.

Jimin’s smile made it all worth it the second his nails cut through your skin. You couldn’t even understand how his short nail could cut this deep but the feeling of his tongue suddenly sucking onto your clit distracted you.

“Oh god,” you moaned, throwing your head back and arching your back when he sucked on it again. You cried a little when his grip on your inner thigh became stronger and that his nail went deeper. A warm feeling drooling down your skin let you know that you were bleeding.

You were fucking bleeding.

Jimin didn’t seem to mind the blood. In fact, it seemed to get him more into it as he thrusted his tongue into your cunt. He pulled away as soon as you moaned, keeping his nails deep in. “Look at all of this blood,” he said in awe, “isn’t it gorgeous?”

You didn’t answer and simply watched incredulously when he licked the warm liquid on his tongue and entered you again. It was so warm and so damn good that you had to slap your hand across your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming.

Jimin pulled away from your crotch, glancing up at you with the most predator set of eyes you’d ever seen. “Let me hear you pretty moans, kitten. Don’t stop yourself.” You keened, shaking slightly at the pain that surged through you as more blood fell down your thigh.

“Your thigh look so fucking gorgeous bathing in your blood.” He mumbled more to himself as he cut another strap of skin. You cried again this time because goddamn did it hurt.

“Please, Jimin. Stop. Please.” You didn’t care that you were begging him and you cared even less that you were going against his words from earlier. It hurted and all you wanted was for him to fuck you. Not cut you until you were fucking bleeding.

“Since you’re begging for me so nicely, I’ll stop.” You sighed in relief but hissed when he licked the blood off of your skin. It was sensitive and it burned slightly. He pulled himself over you, his face so close to yours, you could count his lashes.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, staring right into your eyes. You hesitated a bit. You had barely kissed people before, the few of them being quite messy. But under Jimin’s hungry gaze, you couldn’t bring yourself to disagree or let your insecurities take over.

You wrapped your hand around his neck and crashed your lips against his. It was messy at first, but very quickly, Jimin took control and tilted your head to the side, deepening the kiss. It was quite different from every other kiss you’ve had in the past. It was no doubt better and hungrier and… tasted like blood?

You widened your eyes, meeting Jimin’s opened ones as he smirked against your lips.

“What was that?” You asked, wiping your hand against your lips, furrowing your eyebrows. Jimin simply grinned, licking his own lips and humming. “It was the last part of your punishment. But now, I think my little kitten deserves a reward.”

Your heart thumped inside your chest and you almost purred at his words. Finally.

Jimin pushed you further into the mattress, hovering over you and hooking his legs on both sides of your waist, sticking you there. You couldn’t move much but honestly, you loved it so fucking much.

You felt a little dizzy. From your denied orgasm to your bleeding inner thigh to your want for Jimin so big it couldn’t be described in words, your head was extremely dizzy.

You looked down, suddenly realizing that Jimin was still very much dressed. It was too many clothes in your opinion. “Take it off, please,” you asked sheepishly, refusing to meet Jimin’s eyes. He chuckled and undid the buttons of his silver dress shirt. He was almost doing it teasingly.

When his dress shirt was finally off, you felt like the air was knocked right out of your lungs. Jimin’s body was fucking prefect, heavenly proportionned. His stomach was adorned with abs although looking quite lean at a certain angle. It glowed and all you wanted was to lick every inch of his chest.

“Like what you see?”

“Very much,” you replied back, surprising yourself at how quick it left your lips. Since earlier, you had barley muttered any words and Jimin seemed to realize it as well, seeing as he arched his eyebrows.

He opted for another of his infamous smirks and slipped off his pants and you literally drooled at the sight of his clothed bulge.

He hovered back over you and this time, you didn’t stop yourself, running your hands around his entire body and feeling each muscle, each bone and little scars that were invisible to the eye.

“Better?” He asked, groaning when you squeezed his pecs. “Yes, so much better.”

He took both of your hands and wrapped his own around your wrists, placing them on top of your head. He looked around and snatched a t-shirt from the floor. He wrapped it swiftly around your wrists and let them go.

He smiled and snuggled his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, kitten. Until you can’t even remember your own name, until all you’ll know is how good my cock is buried deep inside your pretty little cunt.”

You moaned, loving the way his dirty words heaved into the air and made their way to your ears. He bit a spot under your jaw, and he only stopped when it was bright red.

“I’ll mark every single square inch of your body until you can’t see the skin anymore. How would you like that?”

You closed your eyes, arching your back until your breasts made contact with his own chest. “Please, yes. Ruin me. Use me, please, Jimin.” Your words seemed to trigger something in Jimin’s brain as suddenly, he slammed his lips against your own almost forcefully. You moaned when he practically shoved his tongue deep until it almost reached the back of your throat.

You needed air but you didn’t dare to pull away, loving the way Jimin’s tongue swirled around your own, touching the roof of your mouth. Gosh he was so fucking good at this.

“Who taught my little kitten those filthy words, hm?” He asked after pulling away and regaining his breath. His eyes were so dark and full of lust and want. It was hard to look away. Maybe he had really casted a spell on you because you didn’t see yourself stopping him any time soon. He could do whatever he wanted with you and you’d gladly let him.

His right hand covered your cheek, stroking the skin softly and biting his lower lip. He let his hand roam lower until it reached your neck and his thumb rubbed against the middle until it wrapped around your entire neck. His hand was big enough that it covered the entire skin.

“Is it okay, kitten? Do you like my hand around your neck, like that?” He asked, his voice an octave lower and making something in the pit of your stomach tightening.

You nodded your head, whispering a soft, “yes”. And it wasn’t a lie. The weight of his calloused but gentle hand wrapped around your neck was oddly comforting, and undoubtedly extremely exciting. Knowing he could snap the life out of you by adding a little more pressure, made your wetness drip down your thighs.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin who arched his eyebrows in interest.

“Are you turned on by this? Do you want me to fuck you with my hand around your throat until you barely breath?” Gosh, his words were not good for you. Every little word leaving his mouth made you wetter and wetter, the excitement inside of you becoming unbearable. You needed him so bad.

“Yes, fuck yeah.”

“As you wish.” His smile was wide, and an ounce of excitement and desire was hidden in his eyes. The thought of him wanting you as much as you wanted him earned a moan out of you.

With his free hand, he ran it down your cleavage, rubbing and pinching your nipples until they were swollen. He took in a sharp breath as his hand moved lower and it stopped just between your thighs. He ran his fingers along your slick and retracted his hand, placing it before your mouth.

“You’re so fucking wet, kitten.” He said, rubbing some of it on your lips. Through hooded eyes, you saw his fingers pry open your mouth, ordering a small, “suck”.

You opened your mouth wide enough for two of his fingers to insert themselves inside and sucked on them until your jaw ached. Even then, you didn’t stop, enjoying Jimin’s devouring gaze on you. He lifted his chin slightly, running his tongue over his bottom lip and grinding against your crotch, eliciting a loud moan out of you.

Jimin didn’t stop there. He kept grinding down on you, rolling his hips slightly, as if he was trying to get inside of you through the fabric of his boxers. His groans were pure heaven. He sounded so good and arousing and fucking hot.

And his cock, fucking hell. You felt just how hard he was and it made your arch your back until Jimin’s finger slipped out of your mouth and your chest was stuck entirely against his.

He slipped his hand once again between your thighs, rubbing one of his fingers on your clit.

“Ah, Jimin. I need m-more, please~” you moaned again and again and again as he entered two of his fingers swiftly inside. Your saliva on them eased the way in and the sound it made was obscure.

“You want more, kitten?” You nodded rapidly, getting more impatient as the minutes passed and as your orgasm neared. “You know what you have to do for it. Beg like the good girl you are, hm?” Beg. For him, you’d throw yourself on your knees if it meant that you would get fucked stupid into oblivion.

“Please, Jimin, fuck me. Use me. Please, I need it.” You were whining at this point, wiggling under Jimin’s body, trying to get more friction against your aching pussy. Jimin’s face brightened once he heard your words. He looked so proud.

“That’s my perfect little kitten. Begging so cutely for my cock.” With one hand around your throat and the other at the waistband of his boxers, he pulled them down slowly until his cock sprung out, almost hitting his lower abdomen. He hissed at the contact of the cold air on his length, biting onto his lips.

You were wide-eyed, unable to look away. Jimin’s cock was so thick and veiny, you could see one big vein that went from his shaft to the tip, pulsating. He was big and oh god, you couldn’t wait until it was pounding inside of you.

“Please, need it inside of me.” You looked up at him and for a moment, you could swear Jimin’s eyes flashed red. It was slightly disconcerting but the feeling of his tip rubbing on your inner thighs distracted you. You glanced down just as Jimin was stroking his dick slowly, rubbing saliva around it.

Not once did he look away, supporting himself on the bed with his knees. “Wrap yourself around me, sweetie,” he asked and you obliged, moaning when you felt his cock between your thighs.

You were nervous but mostly excited. So fucking needy for him to just slip inside of you and fuck you good.

Jimin seemed to see right through you once more as he let go of his cock, positioning himself in front of your entrance. “I’m finally gonna fuck my little kitten like she deserves.”

“Fuck yes, oh god, please.”

You closed your eyes when he entered the tip inside, arching your back and intertwining your fingers in the sheets. Jimin’s free hand hooked under your chin harshly. “Open your eyes. Look how well you take my cock.”

You opened your eyes, whimpering when you saw his length disappearing between your folds, hitting so deep you could barely make any sounds. You walls were tight around him, taking him so fucking well.

Jimin was looking less controlled now. His head was thrown back with his eyes closed and the arm that was holding your throat was shaking but the grip still didn’t falter. He looked so fucking perfect, you had to stop yourself from reaching out to his face and run your fingers over his features.

The faces he made every time he slammed back inside of you were obscene and you found yourself immensely happy that you got to witness it. You were the one he was fuckjng and calling kitten. He was choking you, fucking you.

Just thinking about it made the knot in your stomach tighten until it was unbearable, until you were so close it hurt. Jimin’s hand wrapped around your neck didn’t help. But the pain mixed so well with the pleasure, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“My little kitten is enjoying this, isn’t she? You love my cock so much, huh?”

“Yes, yes I love it. You fuck me so well~” every tiny praises you gave him made him go faster, harder as if he was making it his personal mission to make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk after this. Not that you minded. You liked knowing that every step you’d take would remind you of tonight.

“Jimin~” You mumbled, throwing your head back when a particular hit from him seemed to find the exact spot that made you lose your mind. “I’m so close. Please, let me come.”

Hearing you beg like that surprised Jimin but it was quickly taken over by an expression of smugness. “You’re behaving like such a perfect little kitten. How could I refuse?”

You smiled, feeling your climax getting nearer and nearer, until it was hard to breathe. You knew Jimin was getting close as well. His grip around your throat only seemed to get tighter. Soon, you knew you wouldn’t be able to breathe but knowing that the last thing you would see was jimin on top of you, fucking the life out of you, made you much more relaxed about it.

“I’m close too, kitten. You’re taking me so well, fuck, I can’t keep it in anymore,” he growled, literally, before his legs started to shake slightly and his hands got more loose on your neck. You took a deep breath before you could feel Jimin’s cum filling you up to the brim.

You whined as he kept riding his high, stopping only when he knew you had come too. He could feel it drip down your inner thighs.

He pulled out slowly and you wiggled a little bit, uncomfortable as you felt Jimin’s seed dripping out of your cunt. He cursed under his breath, pulling his hair back. “Wish I had a butt plug so I could keep my cum inside. I want you to stay full, kitten.” He said at the same time he got up.

You were laying down, catching your breath and looking at Jimin. He stood up, and naked like that, goddamn, he looked perfect, like a fucking god that you wanted to bow to.

He looked at you with a little grin and flushed cheeks. “I’ll be right back, sweetie. Gotta clean us up.”

And it was only then that it dawned upon you that you just had sex with a fucking demon.

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SERPENT STYLE

—soshiro hoshina x fem! iguro obanai! reader

PROLOGUE [2/3]

MASTERLIST | PREV. | NEXT CH. | NAV.

Soshiro Hoshina prided himself with the sword, it's something he has done all throughout his life.

He swung his sword tirelessly every day, with intent to improve, with intent to catch up to his older brother.

"Soshiro Hoshina, unleashed combat power 42 percent?!" he smirked as he tried to adjust his body to the new suit, feeling the material cling to his skin as if it was becoming one with him-like a second skin.

"[Name] Iguro, unleashed combat power... Is 45 percent?!"

Soshiro heard the voice from the speaker exclaimed. His eyes widened, wine red eyes darting towards the female's direction. It was a three point difference but it still amazed him.

[Name] Iguro. The female was stuck in his mind the moment he first saw her. It wasn't her looks that caught his interest (although it did) but the first thing he noticed was the sword on her waist.

Mesmerizing heterochromatic turquoise and gold sharp eyes, long black hair tied into a ponytail, a long wiggly sword secured tightly on her waist-although he is confused why her sword is like that, he assumes it's for her fighting style.

And lastly, the bandages wrapping the lower half of her face, just below the nose and enough to cover her cheeks and mouth. Adding a mysterious flare to her.

To think he would meet another swordsman here. He thought he would be the only one using swords as what his father often told him that, "The era of swords are blah blah blah."

He didn't bother remembering his father's exact words. It will only hold him back.

He grins, his usual fangs poking out of his smile as he grins at the girl. He is intrigued by her, especially with the bandages around her face but is currently replaced with the mask from the suit they are wearing.

[Name] just looked at him with a puzzled expression, turquoise and gold eyes looking at him up and down before turning away to avoid his gaze as she listened to the proctor on what they should do.

He just shrugs and turns away and listens to the proctor.

Their final exam would be them neutralizing weak Kaijus.

And Hoshina Soshiro was made aware of the differences of skills between him and the female blade user.

He can barely keep up with her and he was amazed at the precise slashes she made, how effortlessly she killed the Kaijus coming her way.

Her movement reminded him of a snake in some way. How she slithered around monstrous Kaijus like a serpent.

It seems he cannot take the spotlight from her and Soshiro decided to...

Pave the way for her.

He made sure to get rid of the smaller kaijus so [Name] can focus on the medium and larger sized ones.

[Name] tilted her head to look behind her to see a purple haired male following her, effortlessly too. She returned her focus in front of her once more as she jumped and ran on building walls. The sound of gunshots can be heard from a distance. The sound of her shoes tapping against the cement wall fills her ears but despite that, she's focused and locked in. She'll make sure to kill every single kaiju in this training area.

The gear she was wearing felt odd to her skin, she's not used to it as she often wore her usual white and black hakama paired with her black and white stripes haori.

The sword she is using isn't her sword but it's something the JAKDF provided her, though the length of the blade isn't much to her liking.

"Iguro-san, take care of the larger yojus!" she hears an unfamiliar voice from her earpiece and she assumes it's the boy following behind her.

She looked behind her and her heterochromatic eyes landed on the dual blades on the boy's hands. It's smaller than hers.

"Those are too small to cut up medium to large size kaijus." she thought to herself and immediately understood why the boy said that to her through the earpiece.

With a nod, she let Hoshina run past her as she took care of the larger yonju down on the ground while the purple headed boy went to cut up the smaller yojus ahead of her.

"Serpent style, third form... Coil choke." she mutters underneath her breath, circling behind the yoju like a serpent while using her sword to slice the yoju from all directions.

Exposing its core. She grins underneath the mask as she increases her speed and leaps into the air.

"Serpent style, fourth form..." she mutters again as she prepares her blade to deal the final blow, "Twin headed reptile!" She explained as she descended in a flash.

Dealing a horizontal slash directly to the yoju's core.

Killing it immediately. Crimson pooling into the cold cement ground, staining her shoes.

She turned around to look at Hoshina, watching him swiftly deal with the smaller sized yojus.

Heterochromatic turquoise and gold eyes widening as she watches how fast and precise the boy's moves are.

"Hoshina style, Number two..." he mutters, yet loud enough for [Name] to hear. She watches how he gripped his dual blades firmly as he prepares to attack. She didn't notice she was holding her breath as she looked at him. She watches how focused he is, wine-red eyes staring at the exposed core of the yoju, glimmering with multiple colors against the radiant sun.

"Cross slasher!" Hoshina exclaimed as he dealt a dual attack on the last remaining yoju, the attack forming an 'x' and cutting the core into four pieces.

Hoshina smirked as he watched the crimson begin to pour out of the dead yoju. His fangs poking out of his mischievous and silly smile, wine-red eyes looking at the last target in front of them.

"I'll leave this one to you, Iguro-san!" he exclaimed and [Name] nodded, moving her legs as she began to run, running past Hoshina who looked at her in wonder.

Using the debris on the surroundings, she jumps on to a rubble and uses it as a momentum to leap even higher.

The honju, a large sized kaiju with metal-like scales.

"My sword can't cut through those scales..." she thought to herself before descending down to deal an attack behind the creature.

"Serpent style, second form..." Raising her sword to prepare an attack, heterochromatic eyes analyzing the creature-looking for any sign of weakness.

Her eyes widened as she noticed the slits that connect its scales, the slits allowing the honju to move.

She inhales sharply as oxygen flows through every nook and cranny of her body. Her grip on the sword tightens and Hoshina just looks at her with awe in his wine-red eyes. Holding his breath as he watches.

"Venom fangs of the narrow head."

The blade of the sword reaches the tiniest gap that connects the honju's head to its body, easily cutting through its flesh, cutting its head along with its core.

Wine-red eyes widened in awe as he watched the girl's skill with the blade.

He finally understood why there's a three point gap between them.

He looked at the girl's back, her long black hair that reaches her shoulders (tied neatly into a tail) something looked like it didn't just go through a battle, remaining its usually silky smooth shine.

He watches as she turns around to face him and he gives her a closed eyed grin, fangs poking out of his lips.

"Ya handled those kaijus pretty well, I am amazed by your swordsmanship." He says with a grin, and she nodded.

.....

Soshiro just tilted his head in confusion, wine-red eyes blinking animatedly as an awkward silence fell between them.

He sweat dropped as the girl just looked at him with no emotions whatsoever.

"Well... This is kind of awkward." He thought to himself.

Soshiro clears his throat, offering his hand for a handshake, "My name is Soshiro Hoshina, it is a pleasure to meet ya." He says with a toothy grin and the girl just looked at his hand with a raised eyebrow.

"[Name] Iguro." She answers curtly, not bothering to shake his hand.

Which irked him slightly as his eye twitched.

"My... How cold of you." He says with a playful pout as he slowly lowers his hand.

"That concludes the final test, examinees please return back inside." A female voice announced from the speakers and the girl just shrugs and walks past him.

His eyes twitched as he huffed and began following her, catching up to the shorter girl.

"Mou... Do you wanna be friends? I don't know anyone else who uses the sword to fight and ya seem strong too." He says with a small pout and the female seems to be ignoring him.

He doesn't know she's just overstimulated from what just happened and the whole lady exam took all her energy and her social battery has run out.

Soshiro paused on his steps as the girl seemed to stop walking. Turning to face him and placed a finger over his lips to shush him.

"Shut up." She says with an irk mark on her forehead before continuing to walk away, leaving the boy there.

And Soshiro Hoshina doesn't know if he should be mad or attracted.

His just huffed in annoyance before continuing to return back to the base.

Finding out that the girl has already left along with the rest of the other examinees.

He pouted, despite the girl's cold personality. He actually wanted to befriend her.

He presses his lips on a thin line, "But she's making me have second thoughts on approaching her." he thought to himself as he removed his suit, revealing a tight black compression shirt underneath paired with some black cargo pants.

He sighs, he'll have to see her again if both of them pass the exams.

He knows they will, both of them are are at the top after all.

Soshiro saw her again during the oath taking ceremony for the passers. He was lost inside the building when he heard a familiar feminine voice.

"Where are you going? The oath taking ceremony is held this way." She says with a deadpanned expression, her right bandaged hand pointing in the opposite direction of where he was going.

He turned around and the familiar heterochromatic eyed girl still with the bandages around the lower half of her face, with her albino snake wrapped comfortably around her neck as usual and he grinned, "I didn't expect ya would be the one to start the conversation unlike the last time we saw each other." He says with a smirk with his arms crossed and she sighs, "My apologies." She says with a small deadpan, clearly not interested at him.

"You were talking too much and I was tired." She bluntly says and he pouts, "But, I am glad to see you, I guess." She says with a small shrug and Soshiro laughs.

"Who wouldn't?" He says with confidence and he had to fight back a laugh as he noticed an irk mark appeared on the girl's face.

"I take it back, I am in fact not glad to see you." She deadpans before walking towards the direction she was pointing at earlier.

Soshiro's eyes widened as he began to try and catch up with the girl towards the area where the oath taking ceremony would be held at.

They would officially be officers today.

➤ SLIGHT TIMESKIP.

"I would respectfully refuse." [Name] says softly, standing face to face with the Third Division Unit's Captain, Mina Ashiro.

The taller girl's eyes widened, not expecting the swordswoman to reject her offer of becoming Vice-Captain. She tilted her head in confusion, "I beg your pardon?" She asked and [Name] sighs softly.

"I am not fit for the position, I am sure that you are aware of my distaste for men and how I have trouble connecting with them." She spoke firmly, both of her hands behind her back, her sword secured and hanging tightly on her side, "So, I firmly believe that I am unfit to lead and if I may be so bold to offer a recommendation for such a title."

Mina Ashiro looked at the girl with curiosity, crossing her arms over her chest, waiting for the other girl's recommendation.

Although, she has a feeling that she already knows who.

Despite the rivalry happening between [Name] Iguro and Soshiro Hoshina, the two seem to be good friends.

Although, both of them are not admitting to it loudly. Just an unspoken agreement between the two.

Both soldiers pave the way for each other when needed while also maintaining playful jabs at each other.

She watched how the two grew, becoming friends, supporting each other through battle, and helping each other improve.

A true camaraderie indeed.

"I believe Soshiro Hoshina is a better person to fit for the title and I am sure he would help you lead far better than I do." She said with utmost sincerity, holding truth to her words.

Mina smiles warmly at the suggestion, "Then, I take your word for it."

JAKDF SECRETS

•Soshiro cried a little when he found [Name] suggested him to take the title, he would've sobbed if he wasn't face to face with the third division captain.

•He demanded why [Name] refused and told him the exact reason she told the captain and also because he deserves it.

•Soshiro and [Name] became unspoken friends when Soshiro took the hit for [Name] one time.

•They have mutual respect for each other and Soshiro begins to understand that the girl is just introverted.

#kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no. 8 x reader #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshxnaa's masterlist #hoshina soshiro x reader #soshiro hoshina #hoshina soshiro #hoshina soshirou #kaiju no 8 x reader #𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘 #reposting this in a cleaner format

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glaciertea · 5 months

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Masterlist here~

Tales the Songs Weave

Ch.5<< >>Ch.7

Notes: Miguel is enjoying your presence with each passing day. Realizations is slowly creeping through.

Chapter 6: Tell Me that You Love Me...

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Three weeks passed when you first officially hung out.

Six weeks when Miguel's “tabs” turned into genuine daily conversations ranging from text messages to phone calls that he never imposed on missing.

Nine weeks when things began to take a turn.

Over the course, you two have gotten closer. Miguel would sneak from his workstation over to your humble abode at any chance that was available.

It eventually became a routine, a regime. Wednesday nights were the ceremonial ‘hangout days,’ as you had every Thursday off.

And every Wednesday, Miguel had justifications on precisely why he should not be troubled on that particular day.

“I need to double check if the code for stabilizing dimensions is up to date.” Liar.

“I'm performing augmented machinery work for the portal watches. They've been malfunctioning for me.” Bullshit.

“I'm tired.” That was sort of true, but it never slowed him down before.

Whenever someone even attempts to debate or raise any doubts, he flares, defensively striking more so than usual. It became a phrase around the coven of Spider-people.

“Be careful; it's ‘Snappy Wednesdays’ for Miguel.” Would be telephoned throughout.

It vexed him to no end. If he wanted to remain unbothered, he should just be permitted to do so with no hassle. But no, it's never that easy for him. It was never easy until he crossed that threshold.

When he steps through your door, the stress and the unease lingers yet vanish. A strange balance.

“Are they still giving you hell about leaving?”

You poured the boiled noodles into a cauldron as Miguel was sprawled out on your couch, his sheathed claws harshly massaging his temples.

“Yes, and today was no better. I swear if I hear one more, ‘but are you sure you want to leave? It's a scary world out there,’ I'm going to lose it ¿Por qué tengo que ser uno para ponerlos todos? ¿Por qué me estoy plagando de estos idiotas?”

You peer up at the grouchy man and smile.

“I just don't understand why they're not used to it by now. I mean, maybe the first or second time it'll be weird, but the fifth or sixth? It's just a routine at that point. Or maybe that's just me. I can't speak for everyone.” You giggle, dumping the spaghetti in the meat sauce, and begin to stir.

“No, you're right. I just wish they would get used to it. Having to endure this shit is mind-numbing.”

You hobbled over to him with a giant bowl of pasta for him and a decent portion for you.

“Well, I hope there's some solace here. Even if it's just a smidgen.” You wormed your way right next to him before handing him his portion, crossing your legs on the sofa.

“Trust me when I say there's peace within these walls.” Miguel twirled the fork around.

“As peaceful as an apartment building can get, so a good forty-five percent.”

“Why so low?”

“Have you ever heard neighbors going at it in the middle of the night? I mean, they're certainly finding solace in each other! There's other factors, of course, but that's the biggest.”

A shared laugh broke out as you sighed in unison.

A comforting quietude rested; the only sounds being made were the clanking and clattering of the forks against the bowls.

“I've been meaning to ask, what's the name of the store you work for?” He filled in a little bit of space between you two.

“Huh, I never told you? I swore I did.”

Miguel shook his head.

“Guess I've gotten so comfortable around you, my brain assumes I did tell you.”

That rocked Miguel. You felt comfort in his presence? Was it an obligation or authentic? He disrupted that train of thought and briskly attuned his focus back to you.

“Alright, are you ready for the name?” You perched your dish on the table, relaxing your palms on your full belly.

“Sí, tan listo como siempre lo estaré. Go for it.”

“Adequate Antique Antics.”

Miguel's eyes flickered as his brain made an effort to process what you said.

“Adequate anti- what now?”

“Adequate Antique Antics. Bit of a tongue twisting mouthful, isn't it?”

He nodded in agreement, setting his bowl next to yours.

“Eso estuvo delicioso. So why did she name the store that?”

Your face heated at the compliment he gave you. He was just expressing that he enjoyed the spaghetti. Yet it made you giddier than how you normally would react.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it. And she didn't pick it–a family-owned business. You know how that goes.” Settling more onto the couch, minding the glass bowls, you prop your feet and free a displeasing sigh.

“She's been in a fight with her parents to change the name ever since I can remember. And oh my gosh, I'm still hearing about it until this day!”

Miguel blinked as he waited for you to continue. A week or so ago, he picked up on your facial expressions when you were done speaking.

And you clearly weren't.

“For nearly three and a half years I've been working there, she somehow manages to bring up the argument for the name every day without fail. And here I'm thinking I'm persistent, but my goodness.”

Miguel snickered at your heated explanation. “Ronnie sounds very vehement.”

“I prefer hard-headed. But that works too.”

You grin at each other as you pretend to readjust yourself, scooting closer to him.

“I'm weirdly tempted to meet this Ronnie and see what she's like in person.”

You blew a raspberry before flinging a hand over your mouth. You possibly got too comfortable around him.

Miguel lifted a brow at that reaction from you. He's never seen you do that before.

“Ah! I'm sorry. An atypical response I get sometimes. Just a slip of the tongue.” You cringed at the unintentional pun.

“I think it's adorable.” Now it was Miguel's turn to wince. The difference was that he hid it well.

You squirmed in your seat before mentally scolding yourself.

“Oh, thank you. That's very sweet of…”

You trailed off, gazing into his hypnotizing, vermillion eyes. Miguel returned the stare, taking in every part of your face.

Every inch, from your eyes, your nose, your lips, and more. How your skin gleamed–even if the lights were dimmed in your apartment, it still managed to make you shine ever so brightly.

Dazing back simultaneously, you both spun your heads towards the front. Your heart pounded so hard that even your stomach felt it. Miguel controlled his breathing, his cheeks heating up.

He couldn't. He shouldn't.

“Um, but yes, if you want to. Ronnie can be a bit of an intense menace, but she means well. Well, as well as one can mean.”

“That's how I feel about Peter.” Miguel grumbled. Even speaking his name causes him to instinctively grouch about it.

“From the stories you told about him, putting those two together under one roof?” You shuddered just at the thought of it.

“She can't be as bad as Peter.”

You gave Miguel a tentative look.

“It's that bad?”

You heavily nodded your head. “Minus the baby.”

“Funny how we both have someone who causes some sense of hassle.”

You gave a crooked smile. “It's a curse but also a blessing. Because at the end of the day, we know they just want the best.”

“For themselves?”

“Yes, but also in general. Though I don't fully agree with the methods she uses, Ronnie will always have my back. For example, if ever I need a day off for an emergency, I know I will receive it. Or when she told me I get every Thursday off. I was skeptical at first, but no, she kept her word. I only had to come in one Thursday because it was so heavily swamped, but I did not mind whatsoever. She goes out of her way to help me, and if she ever needs something, I'm willing to sacrifice to help her out. And I'm sure if you ever required anything, Peter would be there for you, and in return, you would do the same for him.”

Miguel could only gape.

“Heck, that even goes for us. Remember the first time you slept over? I told you I wouldn't let you suffer because you also helped me.” You laid your head back and stared at the ceiling.

“I personally like to think it's a give and give, with an occasional receive. Self-sacrifice? Maybe that's what I'm thinking of. I don't mind giving, but I'm also human, so if one is glad to lend more, then I'm going to return that favor, if not extra.”

“Some may see it as a beneficiary sort of deal. I helped this person out, so I should get something in return. Even though we humans are very reliant on one another in certain ways, some can use it for selfish needs.” You began to leisurely drum on your stomach.

Jutting up from your laid-back posture, you rotated your body toward him.

“I'm so sorry for the rambling. I hope anything I said made even a lick of sense.”

Your voice was slightly panicked before Miguel placed his hand on your arm, making sure to retract his claws.

“No, you're fine. I understood what you were alluding to.”

Your eyes landed on his fingers. They were calloused against your skin. He was always gentle around you.

“You aren't necessarily afraid to give and get nothing in return. But you're willing to go beyond and above for those who also have your best interests in mind.”

“Yeah! Wow, you summed up my spiel so easily. It might be that super duper smart spider brain.”

You giggled as his shoulders shook with a breathless laugh.

“Si. My spider brain is too highly advanced for many common people.”

You stared at him. He meant for it to come off as a joke. The problem was that his delivery was stern and dry. It almost sounded as if he suggested it as more of a statement.

He began to tighten until your face creased buoyantly. “It undoubtedly is for me. I'm going to assume jokes don't come easy for you?”

He slumped, and his jaw slackened. “I've been told I'm not funny.”

“You give me more sarcasm vibes than jokey ones. And I do enjoy a good sarcastic reply.”

You nudge him mischievously, garnering a joking eye roll.

You two carried on your conversation until, at one point, Miguel self-reflected while you went to the shower.

Miguel bit his bottom lip as his mind raced to the earlier conversation. He sacrifices, but does he self-sacrifice? He gives up so much for the others, but do they even acknowledge his efforts? He’s aware they won't do the same, but would it be different if it were someone closer?

It never crossed his mind how much he exactly does. The trillions that he's keeping safe. He's willing to let a few things go for them.

The one he truly wanted to keep safe is gone. He would be ready to give up everything just for her.

Miguel got startled as your voice sprang from the corner.

“You know what I was thinking–you should visit the antique shop! It would be fun to show you all the vintage items scattered!”

Sensing that there was something off, you sped over to him.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

Miguel bowed his head. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just lost in thought.”

“Well, if you ever wanna talk about it, just let me know, okay?” You rubbed his shoulder, kneading it some to relieve a bit of pressure. “Know I'm here for you.”

That smile. That tranquil, patient smile you give him makes his heart skip a beat. Those considerate sparkling eyes that have him believe things are okay, even if it's just for a split second.

Would he give everything up for you as well?

A string breaks loose.

He decided to not dwell on it anymore.

“What were you saying before you came in?” He smoothly switched the conversation.

“Oh! You should visit the shop. If you want to or have time, of course. We're open from nine until seven.”

“I'll try, but I don't know if I really can during the day.”

You swallowed your disappointment and waved your hand. “Remember, just an offer! I'll probably still be working there for the next few years anyway, so I'm sure we'll still get time in the future.”

He was shocked. You would still want to be around him? He doesn't believe he's particularly special.

And there are just too many wrongs within him that would turn anyone away.

“Yeah, I will see.”

You flopped yourself on the sofa as you proceeded to converse until Miguel had to leave.

“We will see.” He murmured, staring up at your apartment complex, and trudged away.

#miguel o'hara #Tales the Songs Weave #miguel x reader #spotify #atsv #miguel fanfic #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel x fem!reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel o'hara x you #Spotify

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Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 5 Meakashi pt. 20

Since a lot of the plot from here is stuff that occurred in chapter two: Watanagashi I had thought about assembling the screenshots in a way to have both sides of the scenes play out. In an attempt to provide the full picture and timeline of events. I might still do that, but as it stands you'll have to deal with just the Meakashi screens.

Having dealt with Rika, Shion decides to go inform the mayor and Mion of the good news. I imagine she's just lugging around Rika's corpse while the following happens.

Despite claiming herself as Mion, I will still refer to Shion as Shion and Mion as Mion. If only to keep it consistent with the screenshots.

I'm not so bothered by the twist but by a minor issue the whole "using the tattoo to identify the correct twin" idea brings up. I don't recall, at any point in the actual narrative the idea that the successor has a demon tattooed on them. As far as I remember this idea really only gets mentioned in the TIPS in chapter two, and even then the narrator (I presume Takano) isn't a hundred percent certain that's the case. I realize this is a small point to get caught up on, but Shion is putting a lot of emphasis on the tattoo being the root cause for her life's misery. When really it doesn't account for a lot, even without the tattoo there was always the chance Shion would have gotten the bad luck of the draw and still been chosen to send to St. Lucia's. To me, this reads as just another instance of Shion wanting to blame an outside source for all of her misfortunes. Without a target to pin all the blame on all of her negative emotions will only be able to go back on her.

Also this raises another question, if Shion is really Mion why did Oryou try to kill her instantly once she was out of the womb? Wouldn't it have been Mion who is really Shion who almost died? Or is this just a thing that Shion internalized after years and years of living as Shion? That someone in the family offhandedly mentions the near strangulation and so she just automatically assigned it to herself and not Mion? Or can everything after she began her quest for revenge just be written off as her paranoid mind snatching at straws to justify her actions? And so shouldn't be taken at face value? I get the feeling that all of the narrators across the entire series should be viewed as unreliable narrators at best, but once Watanagashi 1982 happened should everything Shion says in her narration be taken with a certain amount of skepticism? Because she hasn't been entirely honest throughout this chapter.

I wonder how long after Satoko showed up did Shion take her down to the torture room? Right after she got in the gate? Just bonk her on the noggin and down she went? Or do you think she toyed with the child she hates first? Shortly after this conversation she calls Keiichi to discuss the curse. She then makes up some stuff related to the curse and then offers up the following:

I would like to remind you that Satoko in chapter three: Tatarigoroshi mentions that this is how the curse works as well. Which I think is an interesting little detail, one that offers certain speculations a bit of extra weight. The real question I have about this wrinkle being added to the events of Tatarigoroshi is this: does Shion bear Satoko the same intense hatred she has in this chapter?

Then the pair of Rena and Keiichi show up to the Furude shrine with Shion to investigate their disappearance. Finding nothing they split up with Rena investigating the main house and Shion and Keiichi going to the building Satoko and Rika actually live in. Satoko and Rika's orphan status is brought up and Keiichi mentions that he's vaguely aware of Satoshi's former existence. Which sets Shion off:

Only this time instead of attacking the person who dares besmirch her beloved Satoshi Shion instead focuses inward on the unfairness of fate and that everything when you really get down to it is the eleven year olds fault. They investigate the house and find nothing, when more villagers to show up to help the search efforts some begin asking who noticed Rika went missing first. Shion then loudly mentions how Keiichi had "strange suspicions" about her and so they came to investigate. Ooishi shows up to lend police assistance in the search.

It sure is a lucky thing she's able and willing to just completely change the details of her revenge at a moment's notice. But then again, I've never been a criminal mastermind, I can't imagine the types of fluid thinking required to kidnap and murder at least five people.

#higurashi #higurashi when they cry #higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi playthrough

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sanddusted-wisteria · 9 months

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A Builder, a Researcher, and a Rooftop, Ch. 23: Statistical Anomaly

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“Hey, you never know.” The builder gently took Qi’s hand and laced their fingers together. “3.14%, remember?” Qi turned towards them with widened eyes. “You…remembered that?”

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A/N: Hey, remember Statistical Anomaly? The oneshot that was the springboard for this fic that I wrote almost a year(!!) ago? I always intended for that to be a part of this fic, but before, I figured I would just link to it via A/N in between the chapters that I thought it would take place in. That was before this fic's outline tripled in size, though. So for the sake of flow and continuity, I decided to touch it up a little bit and make it its own chapter in here! Most of it is ripped straight from the original oneshot, so there's not a whole lot you're missing if you've already read it. I've just made some minor edits to improve the dialogue and make it fit in as a chapter as opposed to a standalone oneshot. Enjoy (again)!

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"My parents were quite surprised to find out about our relationship. However, when I was ten, I calculated that the probability of me finding love was roughly three point one four percent. They wouldn't have been so surprised if they had simply recalled the conversation in which I relayed that statistic."

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The Milky Way stretched its way in a magnificent arc across the sky, highlighting the already brilliant sea of stars with a luminous cloud. The silence of night was only broken by the cool desert breeze, and the subtle whirring of the research center’s machinery.

The builder was in a trance. If it weren’t for the grounding sensation of the plush blankets under their back, and the warmth of Qi at their side, they felt as if they could just fall upwards into that beautiful cosmic expanse.

A rather bright shooting star suddenly shot across their vision. The builder gasped, mind frantically stumbling to make a wish. Beside them, Qi tensed. It was only after a solid five seconds after it disappeared from view that he relaxed with a sigh of…relief? Disappointment?

“No impact,” he said, before the builder could ask him for his wish. He probably would’ve insisted that he didn’t make one, anyway.

“...Is that a good thing?” the builder asked.

“I was wondering if that was an Old World satellite or space debris that fell out of orbit.”

“I think it’d look more like a giant fireball if it was. Probably would fall into the ocean anyways.”

Qi groaned. “What a waste.”

“Hey, if that thing fell onto Sandrock, it’d be me cleaning up the mess.”

“That’s ideal! You would be the first one to hand me any relics you find inside.”

The builder snorted. “Is that why we’re dating?”

“I suppose it is a benefit. Companionship, positive emotions, a wellspring of inspiration and ideas, and exclusive access to new relics before the Civil Corps and the Church get their grubby fingers on them first.”

“Glad to see you know everything you want out of a partner,” the builder laughed. Qi joined in, his quiet chuckling rumbling against their side. “Seriously though, could something like that actually happen?”

Qi hummed in thought. “I’m not sure. Overall, odds are astronomically low, but with the recent satellite crash in Portia, that might change ever so slightly. Might be wishful thinking on my part though.”

“Hey, you never know.” The builder gently took Qi’s hand and laced their fingers together. “3.14%, remember?”

Qi turned towards them with widened eyes. “You…remembered that?”

“Yeah. Ever since you told me that, I always wondered how exactly you got that number. Seems kinda hard to calculate.”

“Indeed it was. I decided to challenge myself and attempt to calculate what so many thought was utterly unquantifiable.”

“At age 10, too.”

“Age 10 is an important stage of childhood development.”

The builder snorted. “Don’t think I was crunching numbers nonstop when I was 10…”

“It was more than just math. It was a full research undertaking.”

“Oh?” The builder turned on their side to face Qi. “Where’d you start?”

Qi brought a hand to his chin. “Hmm… Well, let’s see…” The builder felt a tiny smile lift the corner of their mouth, seeing him prep for another one of his rambly and incredibly thorough explanations.

“Well, for my calculations, my primary consideration was people,” he began, speaking as if summarizing his latest findings to a fellow researcher. “Both myself and the people around me. I had always wanted to be a researcher, and I preferred to work either alone or only with a close friend. Any communication with others besides my family could be done through letters or telegrams. So that already made my chances low. Intuitively, the fewer people I interact with, the lower my chances of forming any sort of connection with one. Pairing that with my rather raw personality, the chances of meeting anyone at all who would be romantically interested are also incredibly low.”

“But not zero,” the builder chimed, nudging Qi’s side with a grin.

“No, not zero,” Qi echoed, breathing a quiet, wistful sigh. “In any case, I took those factors into consideration, combined it with several other variables like Alliance population densities and general reports on romantic compatibility in couples, and found that my chances at finding love were around 3.14%. Accounting for error, of course.”

Accounting for error…so that could’ve been an overestimate. “...Was it…difficult to see the result?”

Qi hesitated. “At the time, it seemed rather sad. But when I considered how rare love seemed to be from personal accounts and stories, it started to make sense. I wasn’t particularly bothered in the long-term. I was still interested in research first and foremost.”

Silence fell over the two of them again.

Were you? the builder thought. They kept their eyes on Qi, trying in vain to read his expression. Qi just kept staring calmly at the stars above.

Qi was the first to break the silence with a quiet hum, knocking the builder out of their thoughts. “It’s been a long time since I ever considered that calculation. It’s in much need of a revision.”

“Really? What changes?”

“Different environments, for one. Sandrock is completely different to Vega 5 in every aspect. A smaller community in crisis and differences in culture make one more obligated to personally interact with others.”

“Especially if someone in said community keeps pestering you just to give you a power stone every other day,” the builder snorted.

“Of course,” said Qi, rolling his eyes. “In the middle of deriving difficult proofs, no less.”

The builder just laughed, seeing the faint sparkle of amusement in his eyes.

“Or trying to finish a diagram due in under 12 hours, or working with dangerous chemicals, or performing statistical analysis with a huge dataset…” Qi counted off on his fingers. “Truly bothersome.”

“Wow. What a monster,” the builder drawled. “Who could do such a thing?”

“Someone truly peculiar, for sure.” Qi couldn’t hide the tiny upward turn of his lips.

“Heh. So how much does that change the odds?”

“It increases them by a somewhat significant amount. I never anticipated leaving Vega 5 when I was younger, so I couldn’t have foreseen something like that. But I think it’s irrelevant regardless.”

“Irrelevant how?”

“There’s a second new factor that I couldn’t have seen coming even when I moved to Sandrock. It single-handedly managed to overpower almost every other factor. I’d even call it anomalous; it was completely unprecedented.”

“An anomaly, huh?”

“Yes. An anomaly no one could have foreseen.” Qi turned on his side to meet the builder’s eyes. “It suddenly arrived one summer’s day. Soon enough, it had managed to tangle itself into everything. The city’s well-being, the lives of everyone here…and even my own feelings.”

The builder flushed. “A-aw come on. Doesn’t sound like an anomaly to me.”

“Ah, but it was. Is. Sandrock was clearly on a decline on all fronts. Ecologically. Economically. And yet, when the anomaly appeared, everything seemed to start turning around. Slowly, but noticeably. Even now, change is happening.”

They smirked. “Well. Aren’t you the one who keeps saying ‘correlation doesn’t mean causation?’”

“Very good. But correlation may imply causation,” he corrected. “Many times it doesn’t, but if there is a logical reason for the correlation, a causation may be inferred.

“With the anomaly came restoration of town infrastructure, despite numerous bandit attacks, a dramatic increase in production speed and quality from the commerce guild, and even minor reversal of desertification. This anomaly was at the center of it all, an uncontrollable and unpredictable variable in everything. I think it’s fair to say it’s a logical causation, wouldn’t you?”

“Okay, okay. But what’s it got to do with you?”

“Ah. E-erm. Well. Through…extensive direct interaction with the anomaly, it was pretty clear to see the effects it had on me.” Qi suddenly seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes on the builder’s.

“Oh?” their lips curled into a coy smile. “Care to fill me in on your methodology?”

Even in the dark, they could see Qi’s face reddening. “I–uh…wasn’t expecting to be writing a new research paper right now. Much less in a…spoken-word format.”

“You’re stalling…” the builder replied in a sing-songy voice. “Methods?”

“Er…interactions were basic to start with. A small conversation here or there. Several new machine diagrams drawn. Occasionally it produced a power stone or data disk right as my supply was running dry. Or a fresh cup of tea. Somehow it never seemed to run out of goodwill.”

“And then I guess it started snowballing from there.”

“Indeed. It started appearing outside my working hours, when I would be observing the stars. And then it just…kept returning. Over and over. Just to stargaze. And also to interact with me, for whatever reason.” The builder snorted. “Whether it was in daytime or nighttime hours, it would appear. You’d think I’d get annoyed at its constant presence, but I started welcoming it. Anticipating it. Enjoying it, even.”

“And why is that?” The cheeky grin hadn’t left the builder’s lips.

“W-well, my research started advancing at an improbable rate when the anomaly started regularly appearing. Lots of data disks and relics… And then—” Qi gestured up at the massive telescope beside them. “—it managed to produce an entire telescope…something that any researcher at Vega 5 could only dream of using, let alone owning.”

“And…?”

The flush on Qi’s face was darkening. “A-and…it…um. It also manifested one of my greatest dream designs into a physical reality—”

“From something very obscure…” the builder grinned.

“S-something you never would’ve heard of,” Qi snorted.

“Uh huh. Is that all? Noooo other reason?”

Qi stammered some more, trying to fit the right words together. “I-in general… I found myself e-enjoying the anomaly’s presence. Proximity to it increased positive emotions by…erm…200%, and lowered stress by…40…no, 50%.”

The builder’s smile softened. “I see.”

“Furthermore, it seemed to trigger a positive feedback loop in me, where interaction led to desire for more interaction, which led to more interaction, and so on. Truly…” Qi took a breath. “...an utterly fascinating phenomenon.” His voice trailed off into a whisper.

The builder felt their cheeks heating again. “And how did that loop get started exactly?”

“Not by conscious choice. It just so happened that the anomaly’s work tied firmly into my work. Encountering it was inevitable.”

“So…how does that factor into your calculations?”

“Right. When we factor in this anomaly, my old calculations become totally obsolete. Instead of 3.14%, the probability of me finding love…” Qi’s voice lowered even more, barely a breath on the breeze.

“...is 100%.”

The builder was at a loss for words. They could only stare back at him, eyes glittering like the stars above. Qi’s face softened into that rare, private smile reserved just for them: small but full of warmth. It made their entire body glow with an invisible, but brilliant light.

Qi closed his eyes. “If the parallel universe theory is to be believed, there are many universes where you never come to Sandrock. There are many universes where I never come to Sandrock. But in every one that we do come here, and we meet…I will always fall for you.” He closed the distance between them, gently bringing his forehead to theirs. “The data doesn’t lie.”

His breath tickled their lips, making it achingly difficult to resist his touch. They slowly brought their hand up to his chin, tilting his head toward them with a feather-light brush. They moved in tandem, bringing their lips together into a gentle kiss.

Qi sucked in a gasp through his nose, caught unaware. And then he relaxed, letting it out as a blissful sigh. He draped his arm around their shoulders, pulling them in as close as he could. The builder’s free hand moved of its own accord, weaving through Qi’s unruly hair. They felt their nose nudge his glasses out of place, but that hardly mattered.

The builder let themself melt into Qi’s warmth. The glow inside of them burned brighter and brighter. They no longer had to imagine themself falling up into the endless sky. They were there already, a brand-new star floating on the celestial sea.

They pulled away to breathe, and suddenly they were back on Earth. The remnants of Qi’s touch tingled beneath their skin, the glow fading but never vanishing. Qi still gave them the same tranquil smile, his face ruddied all the way to his ears. The builder returned it with an adoring gaze of their own.

“I love you,” they whispered.

“And I, you,” he whispered back.

None in Sandrock would ever hear them, but the gentle wind carried the words from their lips, lifting them up, up, and away for the stars alone to listen.

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A/N: I look back at the A/N for Statistical Anomaly and I laugh a little. "I've got a couple more Qi ideas that I might take a crack at in the near future." Oh past me, you don't even know what's coming.

One thing hasn't changed though: Qi is still a dingus, and I still love him dearly.

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Hidden Desires Ch 14

No true pairing. Warnings: language.

The following week you were just around the corner from Hogan Place briefly stopping for coffee when you got a text from Liz saying she needed to see you before you headed into court. Sighing, figuring you knew what this was about, you added a second latte to your order before dropping off what you didn’t need in your office.

“How much trouble am I in?” You cut to the point as you stepped through Elizabeth’s doorway.

“A good morning would be nice.” She replied, pausing in her work as you rolled your eyes, placing the coffee down in front of her.

“Good morning.” You perched yourself on one of the chairs in front of her, “can I do anything for you today?”

“You can learn how to play nice.”

“So this is about Novak.” Elizabeth eyed you over her coffee,

“Have you done something else this week that I should be concerned about?”

“Probably…”

“Well let’s start with trying not to tell brand new prosecturers to the department to go fuck themselves on their first day of work.”

“Okay but—“ She held up a finger and it shut you down instantly. You knew you probably had it coming but Donnelly was usually fair in her rulings.

“She wanted to lodge a formal complaint.” A pause for coffee, or dramatic affect, dealer’s choice, “I told her I’d talk to you about it. From what it sounds like both of you were incredibly out of line, and I’ve already had a phone call with Cragen I’d rather not have to make again to address his squad. I understand she thinks you threw her to the wolves with that warrant?”

“That wasn’t on purpose. I needed the warrant at the scene, I hadn’t had time to look over the case yet and knew if the paper wasn’t on the scene those two would probably dig up something more that wouldn’t stand up in court. I was just trying to save a headache further down the road. Honest.”

“I also understand she said something about Alex that may have struck a nerve?” She cocked a brow at you and you sighed.

“Yes, that’s where the fuck you came in…and the yelling…but to be fair she did start the yelling first.”

“You can’t just tell people to fuck off whenever they bring up Alex, I know you’re hurting but you’ll end up burning a lot of bridges that way.” You brow scrunched as you glanced up at the older woman, realizing Casey hadn’t been one hundred percent honest with her wording.

“She said she just mentioned Alex?” A small nod, causing you to scoff, “she said and I quote; ‘you can’t all hate me just because I’m not some dead girl’. So yeah…that struck a nerve. Whether or not she knew the details it wasn’t something okay to say.”

“Well Casey knows that now.�� Liz sighed, “she understands she crossed a line, and intends to make sure she doesn’t toe said line again.” She folded her arms on the desk in front of her, “she may be green to sex crimes, but she’s what this department needs right now, and she did save that little girl.”

“I know…” you took another sip of your drink, “so how long am I out for?” You were surprised when Liz let out a laugh.

“I can’t bench you right now! To be completely honest, I’m not even mad, just a little disappointed!”

“Oh come on Liz! You know that’s worse!” You shook your head at the gleam in her eye.

“The two of you need to sit down and apologize to each other, put whatever differences you have aside and play nice from now on.”

“You sound like my Mother.”

“What can I say, you’re the only kids I have.” She smirked, “which is why I’m worried about you.”

“Liz…I’m fine..well..I will be.” You distracted yourself picking at the rim of your coffee cup.

“Do you know why Branch and I agreed that Casey’s a good fit for SVU, and why she needs to stay on?” You glanced up at her, a brow raised, “she’s passionate, and she’s got heart…”

“You always said that was my thing…”

“You, Alex and Sonya were a fucking well oiled machine working together. It absolutely amazed me. It didn’t matter who the detectives called, you knew which one of the three of you would be best for the case and would swap things around to make it work best to get a conviction and justice for those victims. And then you worked together to help each other see a side of the case you might’ve missed. If the squad was being abrasive, you sent in Paxton with her no nonesense bullshit, Alex took the ones that needed an emotionless prosecutor who could take the blame if something happened during investigation, and you were the one who took everything involving a child, and the most live victims. You were the heart of the machine. But I think spending so much time with Alex, your ideals started to bleed into each other, she got softer, you started to toughen up. And in the past month, all I’ve seen from you is little tendencies and behaviours of Alex shining through. I don’t want you to end up as jaded as me down the road, and I certainly don’t want to see you make any kids cry on the stand.”

“Even if they’re an accomplice to murder?” You teased back, a small smile on your face.

“Even then.” She softly smiled at you before an alarm on your phone buzzed.

“Duty calls.” You sighed, standing from the chair as you gathered your things. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, something like this happens again and I will bench you and I won’t be happy if I’ve got to do your job on top of mine.”

“Noted.”

“Now go channel your inner Cabot and make Reynolds cry on the stand.”

“I’ll do my best.” You let out a light laugh before giving her a nod of departing, darting across the street to the courthouse.

As it turned out, your day in court went a lot better than you’d expected after getting verbally reprimanded first thing in the morning. It had been a bit of a tricky case, you were thankful at least that it was lead by Munch and Fin, able to avoid the so called dynamic duo in the meantime. You easily led them both through their testimonies, Granger did his best to try and swing them off their game, but they didn’t vary from their statements or get riled up. It made your job one hell of a lot easier.

Reynolds took the stand after lunch, Granger painting him as a saint, but slipping up at one point in his questioning. It had you quietly scrambling through your paperwork as you prayed that you hadn’t mixed up your cases, if you were right, Reynolds had just dug himself a whole he definitely wouldn’t have been able to get out of.

As it turned out, you were able to comply with Donnelly’s wishes, channeling your inner Alex with this new connection of information you had the bastard in tears on the stand. A feat you’d accomplished for the first time.

Munch and Fin congratulated you once the jury had left to deliberate, offering to buy you a drink or two. You politely declined, not wanting to curse the verdict before it came in, and knowing you had a still relatively fresh case you needed to crack into back at the office.

It was late, entirely too late. The clock nearly passing midnight, Hogan Place was long deserted, but Casey had been utterly determined to prove herself on her new cases that she was willing to sacrifice her sleep. She’d only packed up her things when an old friend sent her a rather intoxicated text message, leading her to check the time, realizing how late it was, knowing she had an arraignment in the morning.

Making her way down the hallway she noticed a sliver of light escaping into the hall from an office door she’d previously never seen open. Slowing as she passed the door she realized why it had always been closed, the name ‘Alexandra Cabot’ monogrammed across the opaque window. She was about to move on, figuring it was had been left open by a cleaner or maintenance, when she heard a shudder of a breath and a sniffle coming from inside. Curiousity got the best of her, even though she didn’t really want to intrude, especially if her suspisions were right. She was on thin ice as it was. The softest of knocks on the door she pushed it open a fraction of an inch further, making sure to stay out of the office. You were sat on the couch, head in your hands, clearly upset.

“VanRiel?” Her voice broke through your foggy brain, wiping your face of any tears before you glanced up at her. The redhead stood so hesitantly in the doorway you nearly laughed as if she was prepping to get her head bitten off again.

“Novak? Why’re you here so late?”

“I could ask the same of you.” She replied, noticing the spread out case files on the coffee table, the scribbled out words on a legal pad, the bottle of scotch beside it. You sighed wearily,

“It’s stupid really…”

“I doubt it.” Casey leaned gently against the doorframe, still wanting to give you space.

“I got stuck on the Jeremy Brice case…I was on autopilot before I even realized where I was…and when I realized she wasn’t here…I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Like a part of me thinks if I just keep waiting she’ll walk through the door again like nothing ever happened.” Your hand reached out, taking a swig of scotch from your glass, “in a building surrounded by another hundred A.D.A’s and I’ve never felt more alone…” pausing slightly you hummed over the rim of your glass, “you remember when we were younger, some adult would make a comment about how the only friends they had were from work and how it would just seem absolutely ridiculous?” Casey nodded, “doesn’t seem so ridiculous anymore. Two people vanish from my life and it’s like I have no one to talk to anymore.”

“I feel that…” You pulled your gaze away from the spot of nothing you were staring at, your glassy eyes actually meeting hers.

“You can come in y’know, I’m not gonna yell at you again. It’s not like I can afford two suspensions in one year.” Casey hesitated ever so lightly, but couldn’t help the huff of a laugh at your admission. “Grab a glass.” You nodded towards the shelf.

She obeyed, plucking one from the tray, dropping her bag into a spare chair before sitting on the couch. There was still a sizeable amount of space between you, the air of caution due to the only two in person interactions you’d managed to have both ending up with harsh words. If she’d needed anything from you, or you’d needed to pass a case off, you’d done it through texts or had one of the detectives do it for you. You tipped the bottle of amber liquid, filling her glass a few fingers, she muttered a soft ‘thanks’, a surprisingly calm silence briefly took over the office. It was as if Alex’s presence was still there, she always had her head on so straight, always knew what to do or say to calm you down, to get you thinking straight, realizing when you’d done wrong. Even before you started dating she was the one that was always able to pull you out of a spiral, able to admit your wrongdoings.

“I’m sorry.”You broke the silence, “I really am.” You risked a glance up at the other woman, “I never should’ve reacted like that, I never should have been so shut off when we first met. You were just trying to do your job. I know excuses don’t mean anything, but I was inches away from burning out before Alex…died. That’s why I threw the Zapata case to her. And afterwards…trying to keep it together for everyone around me…trying to make sure Sonya didn’t completely lose her job…I could barely sleep, eating took a back burner. I was scrambling to try and not lose cases, I offered way too many deals cause I didn’t have a fight left in me. It was wrong for me to come after you like that, you had no idea the circumstances, the history. If I had been open, or at least welcoming, maybe things would’ve made more sense. I just…didn’t want you to think I was weak, or vulnerable or anything.” You tried to brush away the fresh tears before Casey managed to see them but she did, and she fought the urge to give your hand a squeeze, or any reassuring touch, knowing how you’d reacted the last time.

“Your apology is beyond accepted.” She softly replied, “and I’m incredibly sorry too. I was way out of line, even with the knowledge I did have I never should have said what I did. And for what its worth

, excuses sometimes do matter. I was just trying to prove myself. I mean, all through this building you’d always hear incredible things about the SVU trio, how well you worked together, how high your conviction rates were. And considering the types of crimes you’re prosecuting, that’s damn impressive. You guys were tight knit, and it worked.”

“Yeah…and now one of them’s dead and I’m not sure if the other one will ever want to talk to me again.” You muttered, draining your glass. “Sorry,” you cast her a glance, “apology accepted.” Casey gave you a soft smile.

“You really think Paxton won’t talk to you?”

“She…holds grudges…a lot. One off chance bad day first meeting and she’ll hate you forever. I don’t think she’ll ever be nice to Stabler…”

“You technically did save her career though. And possibly her life.”

“I know…I’m just hoping she’ll be able to see past everything.” You sighed shakily, “I think that’s why this has been so fucking hard…I spent all my time with Alex and Sonya, they were all I ever talked to, all I ever hung out with. I thought Benson would at least be someone I could turn to but she’s been so distant since it happened and I don’t know why. I’ve had no one to talk to about everything but Donnelly and involving your boss in situations like this isn’t my first choice.”

“Well for what it’s worth, my door’s always open.”

“Thanks.” You did your best to give her a soft smile.

“Though it might help if I actually knew what your first name was.” Casey half teased.

“Oh GOD!” You dropped your face into your hands, “I am such a bitch! I’m sorry…” you looked up at her, “It’s Y/N.”

“Good to know.” She took a sip of scotch while you poured another small amount into your own glass.

“I just feel like I can’t let her go…not yet…she was my first real love. And I can’t stop thinking about how I should’ve done something different, how I could’ve helped, how I should’ve just kept the case and she’d still be alive. If I had done more…maybe I could have saved her.” Casey felt the wave of emotion wash over her, especially as she watched your eyes glass up as you stared into your scotch, busying yourself with swirling it before taking a swig. She gave you a moment, waiting to see if you were going to continue before her voice quietly broke through the office.

“If it helps…I know exactly how you feel.” You looked up at her, confusion taking over your face at the sudden glistening in her eyes.

“In white collar? Really?” She gave a watery chuckle.

“No.” She sighed, “just after Harvard. My ex-fiancée was schizophrenic. We were happy, head over heels in love, everything seemed fucking perfect…so perfect that she thought she didn’t need her meds anymore. That everything was better now. She slipped back into psychosis and…she got violent, a lot. The night I threatened to kick her out because of it she lost control so much the cops were called…the only reason she wasn’t arrested was because I pulled rank as an A.D.A and begged them not to take her.” Casey sighed heavily, taking a hefty swig of scotch, “she agreed to leave the next morning, after calling me a plethora of names and reminding me how much she hated me. A month later I got a call from the morgue…she’d been living on the streets, off her meds completely, got hit by a cab..”

“I’m so sorry…”

“We all have our baggage.” She replied, draining her glass, “listen, I know there’s no way that you’ll ever feel like your conscience is clear, but this Zapata guy would’ve gotten to you, Alex, or both of you, no matter which of you were trying the case. It’ll take a while, but you will come back from this.”

“Did you?” You nearly flinched at your own words, “sorry…”

“It took time…and sometimes it comes back with no warning. Feeling responsible for someone’s death isn’t a feeling that really ever goes away.” You nodded, taking a moment of silence to breathe, absorbing everything. You realized this was the most open conversation you’d had about the matter, and were surprised it was with someone you’d told to fuck off a week ago. You sank back the rest of your scotch.

“Thank you.” You murmured, the room quieting again before you realized something, “you really pulled your A.D.A badge to avoid an arrest? That’s not legal.” Casey’s eyes widened.

“Fuck. Technically, you’re the only one that knows that, you better not be planning on blackmailing me with it.” You dropped back against the couch, a laugh on your cheeks.

��You want my dirt? I’ve committed five brady violations in the past month and the only reason I got away with it was because the residing Judge was Alex’s Uncle.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was being intoxicated on such little sleep and it now being nearly two in the morning, but you started to laugh, and Casey couldn’t help but join in on it. Sometimes all it really took was a similar shared trauma, a night of secrets that only the other knew that switched things around. True, it was entirely possible that you’d both come into work tomorrow cold and icy like nothing ever happened, or, things could start to open up. The small fit of laughter was broken by Casey’s phone going off,

“If that’s Cragen that’s yours!” You stated plainly, knowing you’d had at least one too many glasses of scotch.

“No.” Casey sighed, pocketing the phone, “a college friend who is trying to convince me to come to an after party that I am definitely not interested in.” She glanced at the time, “c’mon, even if sleep evades you, I’m sure your bed is comfier than spending the night on the couch. I’ll walk you out.”

“Thanks.” You murmured, gathering your things.

You’d had everything with you to head home when you’d arrived at Alex’s office, the usual tradition of working together still engraved in your brain. Casey ducked out, giving you a moment alone as you wrapped your head around it all. You knew one day, probably soon this would be someone else’s office. Liz had already mentioned that it was only on her insistence that Novak’s was on the lower floor, that they leave Alex’s empty out of respect. Despite your office usually being the meeting place, there had been more than enough hours in here that you’d miss just as much as you missed Alex, and you knew seeing someone else moving into the space would hurt, no matter how long it had been. You gave a heavy sigh, swiping the bottle of scotch into your bag, making a mental note to collect the rest of the alcohol tomorrow…just in case.

Casey gave you a small smile as you entered the hallway, clicking the door shut behind you. The two of you said nothing while you made your way to the entrance of Hogan Place, flagging down a couple of cabs before bidding each other good night. Sure, things may have started off hella rocky, but it appeared you might actually have a friend at the D.A’s office now, which was what you really needed.

#alex cabot x reader #casey novak #elizabeth donnelly #hidden desires #law and order #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit

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catierambles · 2 years

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Public Relations Ch.13

Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x Charlotte Danvers (OFC)

WC 853

Warnings: None

@kingliam2019 , @greensleeves888 , @peaches1958 , @brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme

The guys from the automotive segment of the Planet did eventually come around to do that interview once the acquisition was made public and Clark stood off to the side in her workshop as they talked. His eyes kept going to the car covered with a canvas tarp in the corner, a different car, a 1967 Pontiac Tempest with its engine ripped out and in pieces on the lift that was sat flush with the floor.

“Clark!” He heard and looked at her and away from the covered car. “I can see the wheels turning! Don’t even think about it!”

“I wasn’t--!”

“Oh, yes you were!” She said, “No peeking, Mister!” He just held his hands up in defeat, the interaction making the other guys laugh.

“So, Charlotte,” One asked, “Are you always working on a project?”

“More or less, I don’t go sweaty on a new one, but I like to tinker.” She said.

“Your garage up front isn’t that big.” Another pointed out, “What do you do with the overflow?”

“When I start running out of room, I choose ones to auction off and then donate one hundred percent of the proceeds to charity.” She said, “There are ones that are never considered, however, like the GTO and the Chevelle, but the others are fair game.”

“I didn’t know you did that.” Clark said and she nodded at him.

“Might need to soon, actually. Once the Tempest is done, I’m going to need the space.” Charlotte said.

“What about your mystery project?” One asked, pointing at it briefly.

“If I get it done up to my standards in time, it won’t be here.” She said.

“In time for what? And where will it be?”

“That would be telling.” She said, giving them a mysterious smile.

“Okay, let’s go ahead and get some shots of the cars up front as well as some B shots of Ms. Danvers working on the Tempest.” Once those were done, the photographer walked around the workshop, taking pictures of her from various angles of her working on the engine.

“Hey, sweety.” She said, not looking up from it. “While you’re over there, can you get me the thingy?”

“The thingy?” Clark asked, looking at the wall of tools she was pointing at.

“Yeah, the thingamajob.” She said, “Three-eighths if you could please.” Looking at the tools, he pulled one from the wall and turned, wiggling it in the air slightly and she smiled. “That’s why we’re so good together. You speak my language.” He crossed the workshop and handed it to her with a smile. “Gimme kiss.” He did, well aware that that had probably been photographed too, going back to lean against the low drawers against the wall.

“You’re a lucky man, Clark.” He looked over briefly next to him before nodding, turning his eyes back on Charlotte as she resumed working on the engine, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“Yeah, I am.” He said, smiling softly.

“So,” One asked, “When are you two getting married?” There was a chunking sound as the wrench slipped and Charlotte gave a small, nervous laugh.

“We actually haven’t talked about that at all.” She said.

“What about kids?”

“One step at a time, please.” She said, her voice strained somewhat. “We haven’t been living together that long and um…yeah, one step at a time.” She looked at Clark, meeting his eyes briefly before looking away. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Looking at you like what?” Clark asked with a small grin.

“Like you’re picturing me pregnant.” She said, “Knock it off.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was a nice image.

“Don’t mistake me, I’m not adverse to the idea of marriage and kids, it’s just my life is so busy and I…” She paused, “One step at a time.”

“Charlie,” Clark started, “What’re you doing for Christmas?”

“Christmas?” She asked, looking up at him and he nodded. “We have the Danvers Christmas party in the middle of the month, but as for the day itself, I usually just hang out here. Why?”

“I go home for Christmas every year, spend it with my mom. Why don’t you come with me this year?”

“You want me to spend Christmas with you and your mom?” She asked and he nodded, “I mean, yeah, I’d love to. We can take the jet. Save ourselves from holiday airport hell.”

“I’ll let her know you’re coming with me next time I talk to her.”

“Smallville, Kansas, right?” She asked and he nodded. “Yeah, that’s doable.”

“You don’t spend it with your family?” One of the guys asked.

“I don’t have any family, no blood family anyway.” She said simply, her voice completely devoid of emotion, and Clark looked down.

“All right,” The photographer said, “I think I’m good. Got a lot of good shots here.”

“Awesome, thank you so much for your time, Charlotte.” She looked up at him with a smile.

“Yeah, no problem. Can’t wait to read the finished product.”

“I’ll walk you guys out.” Clark said, pushing away from the drawers and they left the workshop.

#henry cavill #clark kent #superman #public relations fic #my writing

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iamvegorott · 1 year

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Don't Starve Emotions Ch. 7

Eat Up

“If the ringing hasn’t stopped, then that means there’s either another item or the door nearby,” Phantom said as he and Jackie made their way back to the camp. Phantom also kept glancing up every now and again, expecting the light to go away at any moment.

“Would it be a good thing or a bad thing if we find the door already?” Jackie asked.

“Yes? Maybe? It’ll be nice to know where it’s at, but we’ll need some time to prep before we go. That’s always my problem with the game. I’m never patient enough to get myself ready for adventure mode. But, as soon as we get Mad back to one hundred percent, he can help.” Phantom looked at the gnome in his hand. It had shrunk as soon as he picked it up. He’s noticed a lot of items have been doing that as they went about gathering. Phantom hoped it would do the same when they make backpacks, and they’ll be able to carry plenty of items without worrying about running out of hands, room, or space.

“Looks like dusk is over,” Jackie commented when the sky went black. The torches they held being their only light now. “Hopefully, they got a bunch of those mushrooms.”

“Honestly, they probably only managed to get a few of them, but as long as they have enough to get Mad good, we’ll be fine.” Phantom sighed and pocketed the gnome, having tested that he was able to when he first picked it up, not wanting to look at it, and found that it shrank even more to fit.

“You have a lot of faith in Mad,” Jackie commented with a little smile.

“The nerd’s gotta be good for something.” Phantom played off his care, and Jackie gave him a little bump with his hip, getting both of them to laugh. “Don’t let him know that I like him. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“My lips are sealed.” Jackie did a zipper motion across his mouth. Phantom giggled a bit, and soon they were back at the camp, the light from the campfire being a guide of where exactly they were.

“He said the ringing stopped,” Mare said as Phantom and Jackie sat around the fire with the others. “He fell asleep almost immediately.”

“After the others come back with the mushrooms and we cook them, we’ll wake him up to have him eat,” Phantom said. “While he’s resting, I can get my brain cells together and try remembering more things. We’ll need to get more wood and stone soon. Getting some gold would help us a shit ton since there’s a lot to get done before we go for the door. The more we know, the better off we’ll be.” He looked up at the sky, squinting at the sliver of light he saw in the darkness. That must be the moon. Meaning the full-moon effect would happen…great.

“We’re back!” Bing sang as he, Google, and JJ walked into the camp. JJ was buzzing happily, and he went over to Wilford.

“We found bunnies!” His voice giggled in everyone’s head as he showed Wilford the little yellow bunny in his hands.

“Note to self, JJ’s not allowed to see the bunny killing,” Phantom muttered to himself, and thankfully, no one but Mare was paying attention to him to hear that.

“We’ll put Wilford in charge of distracting him,” Mare said.

“Kissing or fucking should work pretty well.”

“Hopefully kissing because I do not want to see that.”

“You don’t want to see Wilford’s naked?”

“Have you met my type?”

“Twink and nerdy.”

“Yours is big and dumb.”

There was a pause as the two looked at each other before they broke out into laughs, their teasing breaking any remaining tension between them. At least, for now, it was.

“We managed to find three of them.” Bing handed Phantom the mushroom caps in his hands. “And the bunnies are at this like yellow-ish area here.” He pointed to his chest, to the map.

“Maybe there’s some beefalo nearby, too,” Phantom said as he took the mushrooms and went over to the fire, setting them down next to the flames to cook them.

“Some what?” Google asked.

“Easier for you to see them than for me to explain. If we end up doing gardens, their poop will be very handy.” Phantom saw Google open his mouth to say something, close it, shake his head and step away. He also saw Bing smile and giggle at what Google had done before following him. “We’re all a bunch of gay disasters.” Phantom was muttering to himself again, but no one heard him this time.

After cooking the mushrooms, doing some math with Henrik, and figuring out that Mad would need all three to be at full numbers, Phantom grabbed a few flowers, as well, and sat down in front of Mad and Mare.

“Mad, starlight, you need to wake up,” Mare said softly, gently moving Mad’s body to help stir him.

“Huh?” Mad hummed as he opened his eyes. He looked up and saw both Mare and Phantom looking down at him.

“Time to eat.” Phantom waited until Mad adjusted himself before slowly feeding him piece by piece of all three cooked mushroom caps. Mad coughed between each mushroom, the taste was horrible, almost burning as it went down his throat, and he happily ate the flower petals he got offered after. Those tasted terrible as well, but they soothed the pain.

“His numbers match all of ours,” Henrik stated when everything was said and done.

“Does that mean he should be all good now? Healed and back with us?” Mare asked.

“He should be,” Phantom said. Mad closed his eyes and took some deep breaths, focusing on getting his brain back in order as the strange fog in his mind slowly cleared. “I can test it.”

“How would you test it?” Mare asked, getting his question ignored immediately.

“Mad, you look adorable.”

“Fuck you.”

“He’s back!”

#dont starve emotions #dontstarve!au #phantomhero

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The Ultimatum Ch 61

Chapter 61

Remus couldn’t find the strength to go immediately home to the cottage.

Deflated and, frankly, pissed: he decided to make a stop to the pub that Sirius and Emeline had wandered to.

He put in an order for their cheapest ale and shed his jacket as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Though Emeline was ninety percent expecting this, he simply couldn’t muster the words to tell her that she truly couldn’t (or perhaps, shouldn’t) be returning to Hogwarts.

Sure, there were other schools, but Hogwarts was home.

He could just see it now: Emeline attempting Beauxbatons with Calliope finding out she was just as detestable as her father now.

He groaned in mental anguish as the waitress dropped a full mug in front of him.

“Can I get you something else?” She asked curiously.

“No, no. My apologies.” He handed off the cash for his drink and sipped it eagerly, still turning all the words he could come up with in his brain before settling on the best ones.

The bold face, no bush-beating, truth.

•

“Welcome back, daddio!” Sirius grinned, clapping him on the back and taking his coat.

Emeline bounded in the room when she heard Sirius and her face fell slightly.

It had nothing to do with Remus’ face and everything to do with the smell.

He ended on two drinks; two lightweight, quick drinks.

And she could’ve smelled him from miles away.

“That bad, huh?” She smiled sadly, moving to hug him.

“I’m sorry, Emma.” He kissed the top of her head and sighed as they headed for the couch, all three of them sitting one right after the other and falling into a comfortable silence before Remus spoke again.

“Hogwarts just isn’t safe with that… bird heading it. She seemed like she was getting my point, and truth be told, she did offer for you to finish term. However, she’s shown me some unsettling paperwork.”

Emeline quirked an eyebrow at him, her curiosity piqued.

“Well, go on.”

“Anti-werewolf legislation. If the ministry signs off on this, it will make it damn near impossible for werewolves to hold down jobs. Merlin, it’s been practically impossible already for me! And forget school prejudice- with that hag in charge, you don’t stand a chance. She said so herself that you may not even be welcomed back next term.”

Emeline snorted. “Welcome is an exaggeration in any stretch with her. I figured as much. This isn’t your fault.” She stared up at him kindly, but all he could do was shake his head.

“I want to keep telling you that you can do whatever you dream of doing, darling. And I will. But you’re going to have to break your back to do it, and for that hostility, I could never be sorry enough.”

Emeline wasn’t sure what to respond and leaned her head into his shoulder.

“Why don’t we pop on some lunch and see if we can one up your dad in Gobstones, finally?” Sirius asked excitedly, cutting the tension with as much joy as he could manage.

Emeline swallowed and nodded with a convincing smile.

Any old observer would’ve thought she was fine; they may have even thought that she didn’t care about school to begin with.

But Remus knew better.

Rather, he felt better: the aching pit deep in his stomach.

The pit of not belonging.

•

When evening rolled around that night, there was a knock on the front door and Emeline ran to open it, knowing full well it was -

“Tonks! I didn’t think you were going to show up!”

She laughed and pulled Emeline in for a hug.

“I had to come see how that meeting went, now didn’t I? What have we? A Hufflepuff still, or shall we order some blue dresses?”

Emeline snickered and slammed the door behind her as they walked into the kitchen, past Sirius who was having, what was so far, a two hour long siesta.

“Technically I’d be allowed to finish term. Off the cuff, dad doesn’t trust the old bi…bird.” She turned her head to pour some coffee with an eye roll. “Dad’s still on a language ban. I’d like to call her many other colorful things, none of which have to do with pink.”

Tonks laughed as she took the coffee offered to her. It had slowly become tradition for her and Emeline to waste the night away chatting when she didn’t have work the next day, so the coffee was appreciated despite it being evening.

“Anyway, get this: they’re enlisting new legislation.”

Tonks waited expectantly and Emeline grinned.

“A complete werewolf ban, practically! Jobs are going to be all but nonexistent and school is going to be hard to achieve with the open prejudice and accessible registry paperwork.”

Tonks’ eyes widened, then narrowed in amusement.

“Merlin, that sounds terrifying… why are you smiling?”

Emeline shrugged mischievously.

“Well, doesn’t bother me. I have a job, as of…” she peaked at her watch, an old tattered one of Remus’ he insisted she wear amidst her habitual tardiness. “Thirty minutes ago.” She finished cheerfully, humming that tune they always hummed as she handed Tonks a chocolate croissant.

“Back up, I’ve obviously missed something here.” She answered back, buttering her pastry.

“You haven’t. I haven’t announced it yet. Sirius is asleep and dad is,” she quirked an eyebrow as she glanced around. “Well, you know, I actually don’t know where he wandered off to. I was immersed in my owl alerting me of this new prospect!” She took a seat next to Tonks who laughed once more and motioned for her to continue.

“Well, go on. Don’t make me beg it out of you, Merlin’s sake!”

“George has asked me to work at the joke shop with them! They’re opening the storefront in two months.”

Tonks’ mouth dropped open.

“No way, that’s bloody brilliant!”

“In’it?” She grinned, drizzling honey atop her own chocolate croissant. Tonks turned up her nose at that and Emeline chuckled.

“Take it up with dad, he taught me this. I thought it was gross at first, too. Anyway, I’m thrilled!”

“Thrilled about what?”

“Yes, Emeline, what?” Tonks reiterated as she stood to greet Remus with a kiss on the cheek.

“I, well…” she wrung her hands nervously, much like how he did when he was on edge. “I…”

He laughed slightly, his brows furrowed and confused as he rested a hand on her shoulder.

“Emma, what is it?” He searched her eyes, imploring her to continue as he chuckled again. “Am I that scar-“

“- George has asked me to work with them at the joke shop and I’ve agreed.” She glanced down at her shoes, her hands behind her back as she awaited his response.

For some reason, she pictured him not taking well to this news. There were many reasons for this thought, but she had no time to ruminate on them as he squeezed her shoulder once more.

When she looked up, her had his other hand around Tonks’ waist and they were both looking down at her, positively beaming.

“Darling, that’s wonderful!”

“I know it’s dumb, I just - wait, what?”

Tonks smiled and glanced up at Remus whose face was so sweetly proud.

“I’m happy for you; I hope this can help with that spark of yours. It’s been missing for some time.” He finished softly, moving his hand to rest on her cheek. “I’d just like to believe this doesn’t stop you trying to become a healer. You will be so good, Emeline.”

She shook her head gently, moving his hand from her face.

“Theres a big difference between dreams and reality, you know? It might not be my first choice, but at least I’m alive.”

Remus didn’t have a chance to respond before Emeline turned to head for the living room. Tonks remained silent next to him as they watched her browse the bookshelf, selecting a novel quickly and heading to the bedroom. She shut the door softly behind her and Remus turned to Tonks, completely lost.

“She’ll be alright,” she encouraged quickly. “She’s a teenager and she’s sensitive about all of this. I’m sure she’ll come to her senses. But, what about you?” Tonks ran her hands along Remus’ arms and stared up at him with adoration, patiently awaiting his response.

He looked down at her for a long time, emotion flashing across his face. He was tender and thoughtful; typically patient, and his eyes were kind.

She could tell he couldn’t find the words, but his softness around her said it all.

“You know I don’t care about these bloody legislators, don’t you?”

He nodded wordlessly, moving his hands to her waist.

“And you know I still want to be with you even if your only job is keeping my cousin in line, don’t you?”

He smiled in response and pulled her closer.

“And you do know that we’re all going to be just fine, don’t you?”

“I hope so.” He replied strongly, his tone almost begging.

“I know so.” She whispered, moving on tip toe to kiss him.

Author’s Note: A bit more filler to come and then to the Department of Mysteries 🥹🖤 As always, thank you for reading!

#remus lupin x daughter #remus daughter #harry potter #remuslupin daughter #professor lupin #sirius black #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #george weasley

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how does she feel about the force? is she sensative? does she want to grow up to be more like her mom or her dad? what does she want to be when she grows up? what was her first time seeing a lightsaber like? what's her favorite treat? her favorite type way to be held?

how does she feel about the force?

Loves it. Leigh thinks the Force is astounding and always thought her mother and uncle Geht were like, the most magical people in the universe. Always loved it, always was amazed by it.

is she sensitive?

Leigh is, and she’s incredibly attuned to the Force but she is really shy about it. Alone she will practice or she’ll train with her mother, but she doesn’t like doing it around other people, especially strangers. Like honestly, most people assumed she was more on Stix’s level of the sensitive spectrum, if at all when she was a kid. Nope. She’s more Rhell’s end, but she’s got really bad stage fright about it.

does she want to grow up to be more like her mom or her dad?

Hmmmm tough question. I wanna say she’d want to be more like Rhell with tactfulness and diplomacy and speaking skills, but more like Stix with how versatile he is in combat and with fast logic thinking. Leigh really would like to be a leader type, but she’s very shy and can back out of the chance to be a leader almost as soon as it’s offered because of how shy she is.

what does she want to be when she grows up?

Fleet captain. Or a galactic delegate.

what was her first time seeing a lightsaber like?

Bahaha it was the worst. Leigh’s first experience with a lightsaber within her reach was when she was six months old and Geht was goaded into babysitting her on the fly. He left his bag on the couch instead of hanging it up on a hook like usual, went to the kitchen to grab Leigh’s bottle, and came back to her holding his lightsaber and investigating it. It wasn’t turned on, thank fuck, but Geht had to convince her to give him the lightsaber, which didn’t go well considering seeing Geht in emotional agony was greatly entertaining Leigh. Poor Geht.

what’s her favorite treat?

To Rhell’s dismay, Leigh loves chewy candies like toffees and gummies. Usually for chewy stuff she gets beef jerky or raisins, but Kos and Caez are notorious for bringing gummy candies when they come visit. Chocolate covered raisins are definitely a favourite, also dehydrated fruit.

her favorite type way to be held?

Leigh loves being held close to peoples’ chests, with their arms coming around her protectively. That makes her feel safest.

#Leigh #Ch: Point Three Percent #AU: Slug Eyebrows in the Gene Pool #prompts #Writing Prompts #My Writing

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lipstickstainz · 3 years

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true lies - s. r. (11/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: you know what's coming - the truth.

Warnings: angst, minor violence

Word Count: 2k

A/N: i listened to my favorite saddest songs while writing. be prepared. thanks for your kind feedback! gif not mine.

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JJ snaps you out of your thoughts. There's an expression on her face that you can't find the words for. "Y/N? What does she mean?"

You have to swallow. Your throat is tight and you can barely breathe, so you cling to her to keep from sinking to the floor. You can't take your eyes off the two in the interrogation room.

"What deal?" Spencer sits up straighter than he already does. His whole body is tense.

Cat shakes her head. "I thought you weren't here to talk about her or you."

When Spencer slaps the table with his palm, she doesn't even flinch. You do, the harder, and JJ's hands clench into fists. But you only notice this out of the corner of your eye. "What deal, Cat?" His tone is harsh, leaving no room for Cat's games.

She sighs. "Maybe you should ask her yourself. After all, she did come here with you, didn't she? I don't think she'd skip this dance." Cat looks past Spencer to the one-way mirror, straight through it, as if she knows you'd be standing right there. Her grin is crooked and ugly. "Come on, Y/N. You should know I don't bite. Not without notice, anyway."

You feel JJ's gaze on you as you enter the interrogation room without a word. You close the door behind you and out of the corner of your eye you notice Spencer looking at you. But your gaze is fixed straight on Cat. You stop right at the door.

"It's good to see you again, Y/N."

You don't have to be a mind reader to know what's going on in Spencer's head. It's practically written all over his face. Again?

"Hi, Cat," you reply curtly. You feel like shooting her.

"I always knew you lived dangerously. But I didn't think you were stupid. Yet you were the smartest one on your team. No offense, Spencie." She says it like she's bored out of her mind, not like the whole situation could completely escalate in the next second. Spencer tries not to let on, but you can read the confusion on his face. "I guess I was wrong about that."

"What are you talking about?" you ask, involuntarily taking a step forward. Cat takes it as a sign to keep talking.

"I know you killed my partner in crime. Must have been quite a mess, I'm told. Shot right through the head. Kudos, Y/N. I knew you were smart, but you're also badass. Who would have thought." She raises her hand and inspects her filthy and chewed fingernails. Her gaze drifts to you without her moving her head. She looks at you through her eyelashes, which makes her look crazy. "Quite a pity about him. But he was really just my accomplice's boyfriend. So, not worth mentioning."

Accomplice? Boyfriend?

It only takes a brief moment for everything to come together in your head. Apparently, all emotion falls from your face, because Cat looks extremely pleased. "You didn't play by the rules, Y/N. And now someone else has to pay for it."

In three steps, you've crossed the room and pulled Cat from her chair. Before Spencer can stop you, you push her full force against the nearest wall, causing a gasp to escape her mouth. You press your forearm against her throat and she lets out a hoarse laugh. Her gaze mirrors yours. Fierce and unyielding. The pressure on her throat intensifies and she has to cough.

You feel big hands on your shoulders, yanking you back so that you stagger and bump into the table. For a brief moment, you want to fight back as you leap forward again to put a stop to Cat once and for all, but Spencer extends his arm to allow some distance between you. You don't look at him. Out of anger and out of shame, because this isn't you.

"What's going on here?", he finally asks when you've pulled yourself together a bit and he's sure you won't kill her the next chance you get. "What's she talking about, Y/N?"

Cat's look is challenging and you know full well she's not going to say anything. She's dropped the bomb and now it's up to you to make sure the explosion isn't too devastating. You look at Spencer and tears form in the corners of your eyes. There's no way to get around it. And he better hear it from you than from some crazy psychopath. You owe him that much.

"When you were arrested", you begin, hoping your voice doesn't sound as brittle as it does, "it was clear to me from the start that Scratch couldn't be responsible. When you were taken to Millburn Correctional Facility instead of protective custody, it should have been obvious to the others. It was no accident that they sent you there. It was too personal." You can barely look at him, which is why you stare at the floor. "It couldn't have been Scratch, but there was no one else who had a score to settle with you." Your gaze shifts to Cat, "Except for her.

I had no proof, nothing. But I was one hundred percent sure she had something to do with it. So I talked to Emily. She gave me the day off, and I came here." You suppress the urge to knead your hands, so you shove them into your pants pockets. Your gaze wanders back to the floor, though you'd like to look at Spencer. You want to know what's going on inside him, but you don't dare. "Cat denied having anything to do with it at first, but I didn't believe her. And then she made a deal."

"And that included?" asks Spencer. You have to swallow.

"She would get you out of jail, after all, she put you in there too. I knew you wouldn't make it through jail. And not because you were too weak, but because I knew there were some people there who wouldn't bat an eye to hurt a FBI agent like you. And I couldn't stand that, so I went for it." With each word, your voice grows quieter, though you try to sound as determined as possible. But the pain weighs you down and takes away your breath. You remember the visit then, and what it had cost you.

"And what did she want in return?" Spencer's eyes glisten as if tears have formed in them. He blinks once, and the shine disappears. "What the hell did she want, Y/N?"

You can't stop the tears streaming down your cheeks Your heart is beating fast, like it's about to jump out of your chest. You take a deep breath and brace yourself for what follows. "She - she wanted me to leave you. Cat knew that prison could never hurt you the way I would if I abandoned you. If I left, with no explanation and no goodbye."

Spencer's shoulders sink and his muscles are no longer stretched to breaking point. You don't dare look at him, so you stare at Cat, whose grin has actually widened. Psychopathic sadist.

"Actually, Y/N was never supposed to come back either", she continues the explanation, but Spencer continues to look at you. "That was the deal. You weren't supposed to tell anyone about this and never come back, but you didn't stick to that. You thought if you killed the guy and I continued to be in here, you could go back home and get on with your life." Her grin disappears and suddenly she looks incredibly bitter. "Very reckless, if you ask me. My birdie knows you're back home, and as a warning, she left you a trail of dead married men. Apparently you got the message, after all, you're here. That they are dead is all your fault, Y/N. Because you couldn't stay away from your beloved Spencer." She looks from you to Spencer. "It's tragic, isn't it? She loves you so much that she took on all that pain just so you could get out of jail. How incredibly selfless of her. And I'm pretty sure you weren't exactly kind to her when she returned, were you, Spencie?"

Spencer and you can't look at each other, so heavy is the pain on your shoulders. All the anger, despair, and confusion that had spread through you since you saw each other again gives way to an all-consuming feeling of pressure that you can't shake. The only thing that can give you both some comfort is the clarity that has been created. Spencer now knows what really went on, and you no longer have to keep secrets from him. But the matter is far from over.

You look to Cat, but can't find the words. She's won.

You leave the interrogation room without looking at Spencer or saying another word. What could you have possibly said? JJ looks at you with widened eyes as you rush past her. She has her cell phone to her ear, probably talking to Emily, but calls after you, but you don't stop. The air in the building is stuffy and you feel like you're choking on it. Your heart is racing and you feel sick. You just want to get out.

"Y/N." Spencer's voice forces you to stop. You stop so jerkily that you almost fall. When you turn to face him, he's standing right in front of you. His gaze is hard. He opens his mouth, but he doesn't know exactly what to say either.

"I can't, Spencer", you beat him to it. You want to turn and keep walking, but his hand curls around your arm. At the touch, you're struck by lightning.

"Don't you think we should talk about this?"

You should. Definitely. "She had the men killed because I returned", you whisper. "She killed them because I couldn't take it anymore. Because I wanted to be with you. It's all my fault, Spencer. And I'll take the consequences for that."

"So you're just going to leave? Without explanation and without goodbye?"

You don't want to leave, quite the opposite. You would love to throw yourself into his arms, kiss him and never let go. You want to tell him you love him, but you can't. "I can't stay, Spencer. If I did, she would kill more people. I can't be responsible for that. I'm sorry."

You turn away from him, but as you take a step forward, Spencer pulls you back, making you slam against his chest. Your hands settle on the soft fabric of his shirt as his settle on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His expression has changed. There is deep sadness in his eyes and he tries to blink away the tears that have formed in the corners of his eyes, but they fall down his cheekbones. All at once, he looks so young. "Promise me you'll come back? Back to me?" One of his hands clasps both of yours, still resting on his chest. He holds them tightly, afraid of losing you again.

You smile weakly at him and tears come to your eyes too. Your smile is honest, but sad. "I will always come back to you."

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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Hooked

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ch. lxiv - cowards

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

After sending the last text, Mingi and Jongho didn't waste time and immediately rush to (Y/N)'s room. When they arrived, the door was ajar with Seonghwa standing inside. He was staring blankly around, seemingly confused.

"Hyung, have you been here?" Jongho asked, breaking Seonghwa's trance.

"Y-yeah, I did- she left? Just like that ??" Seonghwa asked, still not believing anything that just happened.

Maybe it was Seonghwa's guilt. The fact that his last interaction with you was him accusing you of being a whore didn't sit right with him. There was a lump in his throat and a heavy feeling on his chest. It felt like he was suffocating.

The three of them stood silently, not knowing what to answer.

As they stood silently, the other boys walked in one by one. Wooyoung walked in first with San in tow, they both immediately took note of the silence and just stared at each other with guilt.

One by one everyone else filled the room, staring blankly at the emptiness and letting sorrow and regret fill them.

"S-so that's it? She left us yet AGAIN after having just came back last night?" Hongjoong asked in disbelief. There was no malice in his tone, there were no ill intentions. He was shocked, surprised at the sudden tension.

Mingi turned to look at the eldest with much disdain, "After what happened to her last night, could you really give her blame?"

inking that Hongjoong felt wronged, as he thought his assumption was justified. To be singled out as such was a little bit too much. "Are you trying to be a hero here?" he asked the taller guy. Mingi scoffed at him, "Hero? You think I have some sort of a complex?" "I don't know, do you? I don't think it's a hero complex, but there must be some sort of a messed up complex in you. Because you've been all over the place and overreacting, acting like a mess when you can't find (Y/N) and yet not saying anything when she was here, letting Yeosang ran his mouth at her, driving her off,"

At the mention of his name, Yeosang spoke up from the corner of the room. "I drove her off? Are you fucking serious?" to which San, who was by his side scoffed, "Weren't you the one who verbally attacked her last night? Calling her out on leaving without any explanation was one thing, but to call her a wandering tramp?" "Okay, I was looking out for all of us. YOU especially, San! You don't know how much it affected me seeing you all broken down and you even fell into depression! As your friend, I was fucking worried!" Yeosang defended himself.

Wooyoung chimed in, scoffing at his long-time friend, "Looking out for us? From what? From who? The woman we love? If you wanna go off on her, that's one hundred percent your choice, but don't use us as your excuse. That's just pathetic, man," he told Yeosang whilst glaring at him.

Seonghwa got in between the two, preventing them both from going at it even further. "Okay, enough with you two, you both can't be fighting during this time. Yeosang might've said some... unnecessary things to (Y/N) last night, but things aren't completely his fault," he reasoned.

Surprisingly, Yunho chimed in, smirking at the older man, "You got that right," he muttered. Yunho's voice was intentionally loud enough for everyone to hear, but still low enough for it to seem snarky.

At his chime, Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows at Yunho, "what's that supposed to mean?" Yunho stepped to Seonghwa while tilting his head as if challenging him, "Don't play dumb, hyung, I heard you last night. Here, you mentioned Yeosang calling (Y/N) names when you basically called her the same thing,"

Whilst the others were left confused, Seonghwa visibly froze. His demeanour changed to a nervous one.

"Yunho, what the fuck are you talking about?" Hongjoong asked.

Yunho looked to the side at Hongjoong casually, "I walked by when I was about to get water last night when I heard yelling from inside her room. Whatever they were talking about, I heard Seonghwa hyung yelling something about (Y/N) staying with guys other than her cousin. The implication was bad, I even heard (Y/N) crying,"

All eyes suddenly shifted to Seonghwa. "Hyung, you made her cry?" San asked, not able to completely believe that Seonghwa was capable of doing that to (Y/N).

Tension rose in the room and suddenly everyone was arguing with each other. All but Jongho who stayed by the sideline, watching the whole thing unfold between his older friends with disappointment in his eyes.

"What happened?" you asked him, appearing by his side out of nowhere.

Jongho sighed before crossing his arms, "They're blaming each other because you left again," he muttered. You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows, "But, I haven't left yet?"

At that, Jongho finally looked at you properly. His eyes widened as wide as they could go, "Oh, hey! You're still here!" He exclaimed loudly, capturing the attention of everyone who was bickering inside.

You stared at them weirdly, "Yeah? Why is that so surprising?"

Mingi stepped out towards you slowly, his hands reached out to grab yours in his softly, "W-we thought you had really left again," he told you, his voice broke from how glad he was.

But that relieved feeling was soon crushed when he heard your answer.

"Well, now I am. I was making sure of something and waiting for Haknyeon to come to pick me up. Since he's here now, I'm... Gonna go," you smiled at them gently. Despite that, there were clear indications that the smile you wore was one of a broken heart.

Seonghwa couldn't help but let his words slip without thinking properly, "You're going back with him and his friends?" to which Yunho immediately nudged him hard on his stomach.

You turn to look at Seonghwa directly. You shook your head at him before answering, "No, I'm not going back to his apartment. Wouldn't be right for me and wouldn't be fair to him. He's just escorting me to my old dorm where I will be staying," you told him. Seonghwa immediately gulped after hearing your answer. He felt bad for jumping to that conclusion, especially after you told him where you were going.

At this point, San had tears brimming in his eyes, blurring his vision, "Wh-why are you going again, (Y/N)? You just got back," he asked as he walked closer to you.

Seeing his tears, you couldn't help but get emotional as well. you let one hand off of Mingi's grasp to cup San's cheek, rubbing it gently with your thumb, "I just have to, Sannie, I'm sorry. I... Just came back up here to tell Mingi and Jongho directly that I'm gonna go now,"

Wooyoung pushed people away to charge directly at you, "Only Mingi and Jongho? That's it? The rest of us didn't even deserve your goodbyes?" there was no resentment in his voice, you noticed. His eyes, however, showed much sorrow.

You sighed and shrugged at him, "With how things went last night, I don't even know if you all wanted to see me again, that's why I tried making my escape as quickly and silently as possible,"

Hongjoong suddenly spoke up, "See, I don't think you wanna leave at all, because if you do, you wouldn't tell us at all and just leave,"

The way he said it set something off in you. Your previous calm demeanour switched within mere milliseconds as you answered Hongjoong bitterly, "of course I don't wanna leave. You think this is easy on me?"

Without realizing it, you slipped your hands off of Mingi's grasp and San's cheek. The others who were in the way moved to the side to let you face Hongjoong directly, slightly afraid of you, "You really think that I came back here just to leave the next day? If so, then not only that you're dead wrong, but you're also an asshole. Every single one of you is acting like I've only been playing around with you all, going back and forth as I please because I don't know what I want. You don't even know why I left. Maybe most of it was because I didn't tell you guys, but part of it was because neither of you even gave me the chance to even explain last night. All of you just turned your backs on me and walked away," you laughed bitterly.

Your words struck them deep. Because they were all true. You might have been the one who started the fight, but they were the ones who delivered the final blow. Not to mention they're male adults who should've been able to communicate and made better decisions. Lastly, there were eight of them and one of you, how was that fair?

The silence and the expression on their faces said a lot, you realized if you were to tell them everything, that was your chance.

So you took a deep breath and spilt everything to them.

You told them about the threat Sunhee gave you, the proof they had, and how they planned on ruining their futures. You told them about how you felt like you didn't have any choice and how you didn't want to make things worse so you just listen to them until you were able to think of something, you wanted to protect them. You also told them how paranoid they made you and how you almost went crazy from worrying over them whilst having to be worried over what those crazy bitches might do.

When you finished talking, you realized that the boys had had tears streaming down their faces. You could see their resolves wilting away and being replaced by regret and shame.

Without even saying anything, Wooyoung pulled you into his arms tightly. He cried, saying how sorry he was for how he acted last night and how he should've trusted you more. Yunho and San wrapped their arms around you too, despite the tears streaming down, they managed to utter how sorry they were for not doing anything. Soon, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Jongho attached themselves to the growing group hug as well, wordlessly showing their remorse. Despite their lack of words, you understood them just fine.

At that moment, you felt safe, you felt relieved that you were finally able to tell them everything. Things finally seem like they will go back to normal.

Maybe except for one thing.

You lifted your face from where it was nestled in the crook of Wooyoung's neck to meet eyes with the one person who was still rooted in his position.

Yeosang immediately looked away, an attempt you assume was to cover up his own tears.

Though heartbroken that he seemed to still resent you, you took the current win and let yourself bask in the warmth the guys were giving you.

You promised yourself then and there that you wouldn't act so carelessly anymore.

At least not without letting them know.

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mrstaeminlee · 4 years

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Mission Complete Ch. 1

You had two goals in life. One: Complete your squad training without dying. Two: Fuck Levi Ackerman

Pairings: Levi/f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, eventual smut, lmk if I need to add anything~

You really had no idea what the fuck prompted you to join the military. Maybe it was to find some redeeming grace in the eyes of your dying mother, maybe it was because you wanted a life with as much stability as one could muster, maybe it was because you just fucking hated farming.

Whatever it was, you wished to any God that would listen that you would have buried it in the ground along with the countless friends and family members you had lost to the Titans.

The first week of the cadet corps was everything you knew you would hate and more. Between the foul smelling breath of the commandant threatening to make you puke up the bread you had managed to steal, to working your body to the point of sneaking away from one on one combat to puke behind the bushes, after seven days you had almost decided that maybe digging in the dirt for the rest of your miserable life wasn't so bad.

There was only one thing stopping you from making your own walk of shame to the wagon of regret.

Levi Ackerman.

AKA the man you fantasized about every night when you managed to find enough strength to finger yourself below the covers.

He was a couple of inches shorter, true, but you were willing to break your rule of not fucking anyone shorter than you for him.

You had only see him twice in your life by complete chance, the first had been when you happened to be by the gates in time to see the Scouts returning from what was undoubtably another failed mission, and you decided that what the hell, might as well have a look at Humanity's Strongest in the flesh. Granted, it hadn't been his best day; his green cloak was splattered with what could only have been the blood of his comrades as it didn't look as if he had a single scratch on him, but he looked like a god, albeit one that had just gotten his ass kicked out of heaven. His eyes seemed to be sunken in, and even from how far away you were you found yourself shivering from the intensity of his dead gaze. You weren't sure what possessed you to lift your hand as he eyes moved through the crowd, looking for whom, you didn't know, or what possessed him to raise those eyes to you, but you found yourself lost in haunted silver as you gave a soft wave. The way he seemed to look straight through you, not even seeing you even as you stared at each other, was enough to convince you that you needed to do whatever it took to see this man again.

You enlisted the start of the next week.

The second time was completely by chance.

Everyone was desperate for military recruits, and desperate times called for desperate calls to important people to make appearances in front of people that were well, not very important.

Erwin Smith, Dot Pixis, Nile Dawk, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe, Rico Brzenska, and even Darius Zackly graced the entrance ceremony of the new Cadets, and you thanked whatever bone in your body made you a teacher's pet because you had a front row seat to the man that had plagued your thoughts every single day in the past week. His appearance was brief and he didn't speak, just stared at the fresh faces, some cocky, some blank, but mostly terrified new recruits, and you could have sworn that you saw a tinge of sadness hidden in the silver, as if he could already foresee the deaths of everyone in front of him. He followed after Erwin immediately after the blond gave his speech about thanking you all for making the decision to serve humanity and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. 'I'm not doing this for humanity, I'm doing this for dick,' you thought as you signed your life away to this shit camp for the next two years.

How one man who was fucking shorter than you managed to convince you to trade the next 728 days, 14 hours, 37 minutes, and 15 seconds of your life for physical and emotional hell was beyond you, and yet here you were, standing proud and slightly hungover from the pre-graduation celebrating you did with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin the night before. They hadn't initially been your first choice in friends, but Armin was nice to you from the start and once you very quickly learned that flirting with Eren in front of Mikasa was not in your best interest, you had decided that they were alright; especially when Eren's Titan form had been revealed. If anyone was going to have to get close enough to keep an eye on Eren, it would be Captain Levi.

The very man you were thinking of walked on the stage along with Nile Dawk, Dot Pixis, and Erwin Smith as the three took turns giving their pitch. You hadn't made the top 10 but were happy for your friends that were, you were content with your place as 13th. In a class of over 500, you still considered it a win, and if your parents were still alive you knew they'd be proud. As the remaining members of the top 10 who had opted to join the elitest MP's went off to talk to Nile and the other scared fucks ran off to sign themselves to the Garrison regiment, you and around a hundred other members stayed where you were and you licked your lips, forcing your heart rate to calm itself. 'Calm down, you can't work your way up to fucking the strongest man in the world if you die of heart attack before-'

"Listen up you little shits."

Oh my God he was speaking you've never heard his voice before it's so fucking-

"Most of you are going to die. Are you prepared for that?"

Ah, so Humanity's Strongest was a sweet talker.

"Erwin is making me come up here and talk, so we're all going to pretend that I'm saying some meaningful bullshit. But here's the truth: If you aren't strong, you will die, and it will be painful. Imagine the thought of seeing your childhood friend's entrails being slurped up like spaghetti by a Titan, while the entire time he's conscious enough to reach his hand out for you, and you are able to do nothing for him because you spent exactly one second hesitating, or you were a moment too late to draw your blades, or react to the threat. If that scares you, then do us all a favor and put down that half assed salute and sell your soul to the Garrison where you'll spend your days fucking the best whores for a discount if you're in uniform and getting drunk on the clock."

After his touching speech you and your now dripping panties decided that you had indeed made the right decision in selling yourself to the Scouts.

One month later

It was moments like these, where you weren't quite trashed but definitely more than tipsy, that you had never been happier to be part of the survey corps. I mean, you were in peak physical shape (you still couldn't believe you had abs. Abs!), you were hot, you were fit, and you knew Sasha Braus, who had managed to steal a few bottles of top shelf liquor from the higher ups.

You were also horny as fuck. It had been over a year since you'd gotten laid, and you were using the dildo you'd bought on your first trip back into town as often as you brushed your teeth (twice a day, you didn't fuck with cavities). You briefly thought about enlisting the help of one of your current drinking buddies but after seeing your choices you decided to leave it to old faithful hidden in your pillowcase. There was Jean, who albeit was pretty hot even with the long face but was so in love with Mikasa it made you want to vomit. Marco, who you were almost one hundred percent sure was gay; Connie, who held the sexual appeal of a pile of horse shit, although he was super nice. Reiner almost looked promising but you knew underneath those stocky muscles was a shitload of emotional baggage you didn't want, and Bertholt was head over heels for Annie of all people. That left Armin and Eren. Eren you already knew was out, while your slut senses told you he'd be a great lay, you weren't quite ready for your life to end at the hands of Mikasa. That left Armin. You tilted your head, staring at him as you sipped on your god forsaken concoction and debated fucking him or not. He wasn't outright sexy, but he'd filled in well during the two years of training and you had seen glimpses of his surprisingly impressive muscles under his white shirt. He might actually do. He'd be shy as hell and you would have to lead everything, not to mention he'd probably cum in less than a minute, but it just might-

“Did you guys know that Captain Levi is a virgin?"

You spit the mix of vodka, rum, and whatever mixer Reiner had put in all over the face of the person you had just considered fucking.

"I'm sorry, what?" You turned your attention to Christa, apologetically handing Armin a napkin and patting his cheek.

Christa blushed at the attention and scooted closer to Ymir, who threw an arm around her shoulders and gave Reiner her customary 'If you even look at her weird, I will gut you' look. "W-Well, recently I started helping out in the infirmary because they've been short handed. You all know, it's that time of year where everyone has to get looked at and they give us that sheet of paper to fill out with all of our personal information to keep track of potential diseases. I was in charge of filing the paperwork the day they brought all of the officers in, and on the paper they ask you how many sexual partners you've had and Captain Levi wrote 0. But you guys, you have to promise not to tell anyone! This is private information, if it somehow gets out that I told you this I'll get into a lot of trouble!"

Ymir chuckled, placing a sloppy kiss at the top of the blonde's head. "Don't worry about a thing sweet cheeks, if any of these miscreants here says a word I'll kill them for ya. But we don't have to worry about that at all, now do we?" She glared at each person in the room, who all looked as if Christa were a ghost, and slowly shook their heads.

Your life was changed.

Captain Levi Ackerman.

The strongest man in the world.

Rumored former thug of the Underground.

The person responsible for killing as many Titans as a hundred soldiers.

The person whose squad every scout dreamed of being on, was a virgin.

You screeched out a laugh before you could help it, the alcohol doing nothing to try and make you quiet yourself as you fell onto your back laughing, cup long forgotten as it rolled across the floor. The person who initiated your drive to join the military in the first place, the person you literally dreamed of fucking, had never gotten his dick wet.

Clearly, you had your work cut out for you.

If you managed to live through the sight of Ymir reaching over to punch you in the face to shut you up.

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years

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The Miys, Ch. 151

This chapter has been one that I have been dying to write for a while. I was worried that @baelpenrose would resist the idea, but he very much thought it was hilarious. As always, his input and riffing on this chapter has very much made it better and better.

However, it also made the chapter longer, lol. But there is just no way to trim it down without losing something that makes it all work, so this week is nearly double my normal length... break everyone’s heart, right? ;)

“I don’t like these numbers,” Parvati grumbled - as much as she was capable of grumbling - as she scrolled through the final counts of approval ratings on her and Hannah’s inaugural Food Festival.

The statistics had been dropped into our inboxes that morning, in the static of about a thousand other notifications now that Derek had finished the stress-test. Also included were the results of the last three invasion-prep drills, which I was in the process of scanning over.

“How bad are they?” I asked, half listening for a number. The drills were trending better, which was a good sign that the moves were effective.

Dismissing her display with a gesture of disgust, she sighed. “Seventy-four percent approval rating.”

I arched a brow and glanced over. “Did you adjust for those who did not attend?”

The glare she sent me wasn’t seen so much as felt. “Of course I did. First thing I ran…”

“Are you filtering by the day the comments came in?”

“I -” Bingo. She huffed. “No! These are intended to be ratings for the entirety of the event!”

I started scrolling through my own statistics. “Chart them out by the date the ratings came in, filtering out everyone who didn’t actually attend.”

A pause. “Oh… Oh! It’s showing ninety-three-point-four now!”

“Et voila,” I murmured. Louder, I clarified, “People like to weigh in early, and those who object in general tend to speak first.”

“I see that… how’s it going over there?” she asked, smoothing her braid over her shoulder as she turned to look at me directly.

“We are improving with every drill, marked upticks since the relocations. Arthur should be here in about - “ I glanced at a clock, “Seven minutes to go over next steps.”

Alistair breezed over to swap my empty bulb of cold coffee for a fresh one of water. “The appointment is in fifteen minutes.”

Parvati beat me to the punch. “He is also compulsively early, meaning…. Six minutes now.”

He rolled his eyes hard enough that I wanted to giggle. “He doesn’t even have the decency to be fashionably late. Appalling.”

Surely enough, Arthur paged at the entrance - out of some sort of manners I accidentally instilled in him - exactly five minutes prior to our scheduled appointment. As he breezed into my office, he managed a half-assed glare at Alistair for abruptly turning away and focusing on my schedule rather than his usual tendency to get a beverage for any newcomers. “Okay, updated data on drills isn’t what I want it to be.”

I laughed. “You’re joking, right? Your team and Michael’s haven’t gotten past deck four by more than three percent in the last seven exercises.”

“Any percent above zero is unacceptable,” he grumbled. I chalked it up to the indignity of being forced to get his own tea from the console.

Almost as though to spite Arthur, Alistair made a point to set a refreshed water bulb in front of everyone except the professor. “There are guards on the other levels for a reason,” he suggested drily.

“And I would rather those guards be idle, thank you,” Arthur threw back in a near-venomous tone.

“Us guards would rather be prepared for any eventuality, which you may do well to plan for in your petty drills.”

I didn’t even try to intervene. Clearly there was some blatantly disagreement between my admin and my friend, and I was exhausted from trying to make them cooperate.

“If I’m doing my job, you should be so grateful as to be idle,” Arthur drawled.

Alistair scoffed. “As if being left to rest and get fatter than a Christmas goose is a blessing…”

“You’ll live longer!”

“And get lax in my duties, which I will not stand for!”

“Get fat! Get lazy! LIVE! I don’t care! I’m not going to be lax in my duties to allow you the opportunity of getting practice at fighting.” Standing, Arthur buried both hands in his hair, but it looked less like he was running his fingers through it than pulling on it. “Are we really discussing this when we are training to fight in living body condoms?”

“I need to defend the Archives!”

“And Michael and I need to defend everyone! Us doing our job means you don’t need to do yours.”

My neck snapped back at the vehemence in his tone. This wasn’t their normal sparring… they may have never truly gotten along, but even in the beginning it was never so vicious.

To my further alarm, Alistair took a long stride forward and stared down his nose at Arthur. “We both know that she - “ his hand flung out to point at me “is either the luckiest or unluckiest person in existence. You can’t really believe that, in an actual assault on this ship, that she won’t be in danger. Which will place Tyche, the Archives, Derek Okafor, and Samuel Richardson in equal danger. You aren’t an idiot, you know this.” The hand pointing toward me turned, and time seemed to slow down as he stabbed Arthur in the sternum with it, punctuating each of his next words. “Stop lying to yourself.”

“Poke me again, and the finger comes off.”

“I would dearly love to see you try.”

Hannah and Parvati had jumped to their feet when Alistair approached Arthur, but were now slowly moving around to my position, safely behind my desk. Hannah hissed at me through clenched teeth, “You had to tell them to fight it out.”

“I thought they would use a gym, not the damned office,” I hissed back.

Before she could respond, Alistair spoke again. “You aren’t the only one on the Ark who wants to protect everyone. You need to trust us to do our bloody jobs.”

“The last time I trusted anyone else to protect people, I lost fourteen students,” came the ground out response. “I’m not backing down on this.”

“You will, or I will sedate you and strap you to a medical berth for the next four months.” Alistair stepped back and crossed his arms with finality.

A trickle of nerves ran down my spine as I watched Arthur clench his fists and release them. “You think the solution to everything is to tie it up, I swear.”

“Stop changing the topic. I am deadly serious, Farro.”

Arthur turned away from him, waving him off. “Try something else, you would never just sedate me for months on end.” Before we could stop anything, Alistair leapt forward and put Arthur in a headlock, only to be immediately flipped over the other man’s shoulder and onto the table. “Tch. Sloppy. I know you can do better.”

“I thought you wanted me to get fat and lazy,” Alistair grunted as he sucker-punched Arthur in the stomach and rolled for the other side. Once on his feet, he eyed Arthur carefully as he circled the table. “You stubborn ass, you know I am right. You are putting everyone in the lower levels at risk by not running preparedness drills with them, because you don’t want to factor in the fact that one of the offensive teams could fail.”

“We don’t have the luxury of failing, so no. If we do our jobs correctly, everyone who matters will be safe at the other end of the Ark.”

They didn’t seem to be at each other’s throats anymore, but the arguing wasn’t getting anywhere. “Guys - “ I tried.

Both men turned and practically screamed at me with their glares to stop talking. Oookay. I held up my hands in surrender and decided to let them sort it out their way.

Damned if the console wasn’t on the other side of them, though. I couldn’t even get popcorn and a drink.

Alistair blew a harsh breath through his nose. “If you won’t include the lower decks in your drills, I will start sparring with Jokul.”

“He would kill you,” Arthur barked in the most miserable laugh I’ve ever heard.

“God forbid,” Alistair mocked. “If I were gone, who would make your tea in the morning.”

“The same person who picks up the socks that magically appear all over my quarters every day, obviously. Worthington, I’m serious, he could really hurt you. He has really hurt me. And Charly.”

That last part was dismissed with a wave. “Madam Charles the First put the fear of herself into him.”

“And you haven’t. He could kill you by accident, and he’d never forgive himself.”

“Maybe that wouldn’t be the case if you would let me train more!”

Arthur groaned and ran a hand down his face. “You are an adult, we’ve talked about this. Train all you want, with whoever you want - Charly, Sophia, Tyche… hell, train with Evan or Michael, I don’t care. Just, not Jokul.”

When did they talk about this? I wondered. It had to be during a sparring session or something, because it definitely wasn’t in my office during one of our meetings. A glance at Hannah showed she was watching everything unfold like it was the most riveting show she had ever seen, and Parvati’s squint of consideration wasn’t much better.

“As you said, I’m an adult. Perhaps I should take your advice, and train with Charly - “

“See - “

“- and Jokul. She will make sure I don’t get hurt.”

Arthur flung his hands up in frustration. “You are so stubborn, I swear!” Growling, he paced in a circle. “Fine! Train with Charly and Jokul. IN the bivouac suit, though! And I don’t want to hear a word when you end up confined in a med bay yourself.”

Alistair’s smug grin showed just how much he seemed to care. “At least I would be spared of picking up the trail of dishes that seem to follow you around.”

“For the love of - they are my quarters! Mine! And I don’t want to hear about it when your bloody socks are constantly getting lost behind my sofa!”

Oh. Oh no. Nonononononono.

“My socks can go wherever they fucking want to, when I am constantly cleaning your disgusting whiskers out of the sink!”

“You know what would fix you having to clean whiskers out of the sink? I could just stop shaving altogether. How about...that…” Arthur trailed off and very slowly turned toward the three of us behind my desk with a look of dawning horror.

And I tried. I really, really tried not to laugh. I could feel my face reddening, my chest aching with the effort of holding it in.

Hannah’s snort was my undoing. As soon as that tiny noise escaped her, all three of us erupted into hysterical, stomach-cramping, tearful laughter. I felt stabbing in my arm as Parvati dug her nails in, trying desperately not to fall. Unfortunately for her, Hannah grabbed me at the same time and all three of us toppled to the floor. The sight of Arthur rolling his eyes and crossing his arms only made me escalate from laughing to shrieking in hysterics and relief.

I couldn’t speak for the other two ladies, but I thought the two men were going to end up killing each other… At no point did I think they took the other option when I told them to either fight it out or….

I gasped for breath, trying to get myself under control. Wobbling to my feet with the help of my trusty desk and a couple yanks to free my shirt from Parvati’s desperate clutching, I pointed between them. “This… how long? Can’t believe… didn’t figure it out.”

“Not everyone is as… public… as you, Conor, and Maverick are,” Arthur snarked at me. “You know, private lives should be private and all that?”

“Must be for you,” I confided in Alistair’s direction, where he had turned his back to our fit. “He’s never not told me when he was dating someone. Or thinking of dating someone. Or potentially interested in seeing if he was interested in dating someone… Best friend privileges and all that.” While I waited for Alistair to respond, my mind whirled through all the things I had brushed off before but were very obvious in retrospect.

Glancing at Arthur for a hint yielded nothing but a flat stare that all but declared in flashing lights You Aren’t Stupid.

I tilted my head at that, and kept thinking. There had been genuine animosity on Alistair’s side in the beginning, and not a small amount of needling on Arthur’s. So I knew it wasn’t something that had always been going on. My mind came to a screeching halt, however, when I remembered something - the day Alistair, Tyche, and I decided that, when I vacated my position on the Council, they would vacate roles as well to leave behind a ‘clean slate’. “Four years, holy shit,” I gasped. “Four years!?”

Finally, Alistair moved. His back was still to us, but his arms went limp by his sides, and his head dropped down toward the floor. “It would be unseemly to have the new Councilor of Education in a relationship with the attache to the Councilor for Resources and Engagement. Or formerly in a relationship, should things not end well.”

“And since he won’t be taking his position until we are on Von,” I put together, “You are okay to serve out the rest of my term, just not Hannah’s or Parvati’s.”

“Correct.”

“Huh. That makes sense,” I admitted before hopping up to sit on my desk, the chair being a lost cause on the other side of two women who were still sniffling and giggling on the floor. “I learned a lot today.”

“Uh huh,” Arthur confirmed drily. “And it had better stay in this office.”

“What?” I managed a pretty convincing confused face before pretending to realize what he meant. “Oh! The relationship thing. Yeah, cool, whatever. That’s not what I was talking about, but you’re good.”

“Dare I even ask what you meant?” Alistair ventured, finally turning around so that he could give me a warning look.

“Uh, isn’t it obvious?” I asked, shaking my head and spreading my hands, palms up. When they both just stared at me, I finally broke and grinned. “Dude. You two are freaking slobs.”

The squeaking noises coming from the vicinity of my feet told me that no further work would be getting done for the rest of the day.

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Serendipitous Secrets & Surprises ch 19

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader Warnings: language, talk of physical/sexual assault, usual SVU type situations.

Three days in the Hamptons was exactly what both you and Rita needed at that point. You’d shot off a text to your Mom saying you were stealing your wife for a long weekend, and called Casey to say some stuff came up and you were bailing on the double date, but you’d left a credit on the reservation so her and Alex could have a fancy date night still.

The extended weekend was spent simply being, without the distractions of phones or laptops or work. You indulged in all of your favourite usual summer treats, and your favourite bistros around the beach town. One morning you managed to convince Rita into coming with you on your morning jog, the other she roped you into her usual yoga routine. You spent the afternoons soaking up the sunshine, reading, doing crosswords, playing games, and just genuinely enjoying each other’s company. There were ocean side walks while the sun set, toes dipping into the waves as they softly crashed against the sand and evenings curled in each other’s arms counting stars. The break from reality couldn’t have come at a better time, and it was the perfect way to recharge before diving head first into the case. Rita couldn’t help but remind you how much she loved you that weekend, how incredibly thankful she was to have found someone as doting and caring as yourself.

Late Sunday you made your way back to the city, doing some last minute loads of laundry and tidying the apartment a little bit to make it feel less hectic. When Monday morning rolled around it was back to the grind, swiftly getting ready for work. You dropped Rita off at the firm, giving her a few extra kisses and a lingering hug first and she assured you that she would be by the precinct later in the day. You reminded her it could wait a couple of more days if she wanted but she insisted on getting it out of the way as soon as possible. She wanted Chip off the street as much as the rest of you did.

Once at the precinct you made a couple of stops, gathering up everything that you needed and unlocked the conference room to start putting together a board with the case info on it. You left the blackmail pictures off for the time being, put pulled out everything else, including yearbook photos of some of the people you’d already talked to.

Sonny managed to join you at the last minute, helping you sort through the files, statements and the like so they were all properly organized. You said a little thank you prayer that the whole squad was actually all in the bull pen for once, it seemed like a slow day, other cases had been getting wrapped up and it was a day for paperwork. Which was lucky, because this case was about to explode out needing as many resources as possible. You called them all into the conference room, and you were glad Sonny was there so you wouldn’t have to go through this all twice.

“What, we get half a mornin’ of silence and you throwing a big case at us?” Fin teased as he dropped into a chair. You chuckled, but nearly rolled your eyes.

“Hey, ya should be thankful.” Carisi cut in, “while you’ve been doing paperwork and sitting in courtroom’s, Y/N’s been running all across the city getting statements and tracking down people.”

“Thanks Carisi.” You shot him a small smile and let out a huff of a breath. “Okay. As we all know, Dowland’s home to the cherry picking club, and it’s been going on for a minimal of thirty years. Carisi and I found an ample amount of the older lists and thanks to a friend bringing in yearbooks we’ve managed to contact ninety percent of them. Some of them were consensual, some of them weren’t, we’ve taken statements from as many people as we could track down, and most are ready and willing to testify if it comes to that.”

“Any luck on where it started?” Kat asked and you sighed.

“One of the names on the wall was Chip Gallagher.”—

“What?” Olivia suddenly stood upright from where she had been leant against the wall, “the same Chip Gallagher who we took to trial last year?”

“That would be the one.” You nodded, pursing your lips, “looks like he started in high school and never stopped.”

“Are all of the names under his assaults?” Amanda asked.

“Considering none of them were very comfortable talking to me about it? Yes. There was only one consensual one and even then she said that he was rough, pushing passed a point that she was comfortable with.”

“But these are all well passed the statute of limitations?” Kat cocked a brow and you nodded.

“They are. Anyone who we brought forward would be as a character witness to prove that the school knew about it, or encouraged it, and that it wasn’t consensual, meaning that the school was covering up sexual assaults for decades. However….I met with Gallagher, he knows who started the club, said they were an influential part of Dowland’s history, but wouldn’t give me a name.”

“So we need to flip him?” Amanda stated.

“Exactly.”

“And how are we going to be able to do that? He was so stubborn last time we had to take him to trial.” Olivia commented.

“That….is where the rest of his list comes in. The other women who refused to talk to me were under his name, and either Richard, Jonathon or both.” You gestured to the yearbook photos and the list photos on the board.

“I thought this was a ‘cherry picking’ club.” Fin started, “how can three boys de-cherry one girl?” You let out a heavy sigh.

“Multiple partners at one time.” You grimaced, “Sometimes it would count if one of them pinned down the girl while the other raped them. They used each other to keep her quiet, physically assault her, choke her out, cover her mouth. And I wouldn’t put it passed them to have both been penetrating at the same time.” You let out a sigh, trying to keep your emotions at bay at the moment. “Richard and Jonathon were juniors when Chip was a senior, it was a fucking game to them, get as many as you could, and it was all instigated by Chip.”

“And these girls don’t want to come forward because he’s a man of power.” Olivia sighed, pinching at the bridge of her nose.

“It’s…more than that.” You cringed, “I have one character witness coming in later to make a statement. I’ve heard her side of the story and it’s…heartbreaking…Chip kept photos of the assaults to make sure that none of them ever talked. Some of the photos are sheer, embarrassing, don’t want anyone to see them photos, and some of them are ‘look she’s enjoying it, it was consensual’ type of photos. After I met with Chip, the witness I’m bringing in got the photos left at her apartment along with a note telling her to keep her mouth shut.”

“Which is coercion.” Carisi commented and you nodded, agreeing so the rest of the squad understood.

“Exactly. I’ve got a friend looking into tracking both his phone and street cameras from the evening I met with him and the next morning. The one envelope I know about was dropped off by a homeless looking man, I’m in the midst of trying to track him down, see how Chip bribed him into it. They’re searching to track Chip’s path to see if we can connect him to locations of the other four girls and see if that’s why they’re refusing to talk.”

“You think Gallagher’s still keeping a hold of them after thirty years?” Amanda asked, cocking a brow.

“Absolutely.” You nodded, “it’s all about power, how he keeps control over them, forcing them into doing whatever he wants so no one ever sees the pictures or finds out about the assaults. The one I know about he’s used three times already. Once when it first happened so she’d stay quiet, once now as a reminder to not tell the cops anything and….once to blackmail her into representing him…”

“Oh my God…” Olivia was the first to put it together and you glanced over to her, the surprise etched across her features. “Rita…”

“Yeah.” You grimaced, “she’s asked specifically for you to take her statement. She’s not exactly comfortable with anyone else doing it.”

“Understood.” Liv nodded.

“She’s also..wary..about testifying so we’re hoping to make both of these go away with plea deals, or some kind of arrangement with the school.” You looked to Carisi who nodded. “Because she is a witness in the case, we can add on witness tampering and witness intimidation. And…assaulting a police officer.” You winced as your gaze shifted back to Liv, who sighed.

“You went UC when you met with him and he made you didn’t he?” She asked and you shrugged.

“Kind of. I used a fake last name when I set the meet up, didn’t say I was a cop. He made me for a lawyer, tossed me into a wall and told me to stop digging.”

“Should we go pick him up now?” Kat asked, leaning forward in her chair and you shook your head.

“No. I want to get Rita’s statement down first, and I’m going to talk to the other girls who refused to talk earlier this afternoon. I didn’t know about the photos when I talked to them first, but we could be looking at a number of more coercion charges against Gallagher. And when we do bring him in I want Richard and Jonathon here too, so he can know them flipping on him isn’t an empty threat.”

“And what’re we supposed to do when he asks for his lawyer?” Amanda raised a brow.

“I am taking care of that after I talk to the girls.”

“Donnelly can’t do it. It’ll be too easy for Gallagher to make a complaint that there were ulterior motives.” Carisi commented.

“I know.” You sassed back, “but we’re lucky I happen to know a few sleazy defence attorneys.”

“What’d’you want from us in the meantime?” Fin asked.

“Uhm…just..familiarize yourselves with the case, start making sure everything’s set up to be sent off to Carisi. There’s still a handful of names I haven’t linked, and a list of people I haven’t managed to talk to, Gallagher kinda…took priority. I’ll take Kat with me this afternoon, and…please…keep this between yourselves, and try not to look at Rita in a different light, this is…unbelievably hard for her.”

“Did you know?” Amanda asked softly.

“No.” You shook your head, “not until I found that list. She kept it to herself the entire time until last night.”

“Jesus…” the blonde muttered in reply.

“Okay.” Olivia took over the lead role, “let’s get this sorted. If you need to, quickly read through the files and then wrap up any important paperwork for other cases that has a time limit on it before starting to search the other names. Use Winters and Carisi as your resources since they’ve both been on this since day one. And…like y/n said…let’s make sure to give Rita the privacy she wants on this matter.”

“Thank you.” You shot her a soft smile before everyone returned to the task at hand.

You got Kat up to speed on as much as she needed to know, preparing her for the heavy conversations that she was going to have to participate in that afternoon. Everyone settled into things pretty quickly, they got caught up, signed off old DD5’s on the other cases and started to dig into the leftover lists. You were thankful for that considering they were all in the conference still when your phone pinged, Rita telling you she was on her way up.

You shot Carisi a glance and he nodded, moving to Olivia’s office to join you in the conversation. You managed to catch Rita as she was coming out of the elevator, thankful for the private moment in the hallway first.

“Hey.” You greeted her with a gentle kiss on the cheek, squeezing at her hand, “you sure about this?”

“No.” She muttered, taking a breath, “but I want Gallagher to burn.”

“That’s my girl.” You couldn’t help but smirk, pressing another kiss into her cheek, “Carisi’s going to sit in so you don’t have to do this more times than you need to, alright?” She nodded.

“Does everyone know now?”

“Yeah. But I’ve got them all working in the conference room today.”

“Thank you.” She mustered up a small smile for you, linking her fingers with yours as you nudged her toward the bullpen.

After a quick knock on Olivia’s door frame you walked with Rita into the office, closing the door behind you. Liv greeted her softly with a warm smile in hopes to get her feeling more comfortable about what was about to happen.

Naturally, Benson handled it like a rockstar, letting Rita set the pace, asking the right questions, and gently prying in where she wanted more information or details. You kept Rita’s hand firmly clasped in yours the entire time, feeling it tremble every once in a while. You couldn’t help the tears building in your eyes as she delved into more of the details of the story than the previous week, feeling your heart break as a few tears slipped down Rita’s cheeks.

Olivia asked more about what happened afterwards, Rita explained that she’d gotten herself to the hospital, registered as a Jane Doe and paid cash, sticking to the drunken fall down the stairs. She went to the pharmacy on the way home to pick up the morning after pill and went to her o.b a few weeks later to run tests. When asked about her parents she explained they’d taken an early start on the summer vacation and were in Belize May through September.

She went over every interaction she could remember having with Gallagher over the past thirty years, every leering glance, every insulting comment, each time that he broke her down a little more piece by piece. It was taking all of your power to not storm from the office and shoot the bastard yourself, you couldn’t stomach how much control he’d had over Rita (and probably the other four) all of these years. He was more than a grade A sex offender, he was the worst of the worst a controlling manipulative asshole. Five assaults in his senior year of high school, another four that had come forward at Fordham, and who knows how many others during his time at college and after graduating. Rita was right, he deserved to burn.

“Rita….thank you…for coming in.” Olivia started wrapping up, “I know how hard this can be.”

“Thank you.”she replied, “for handling this so well, and discreetly.” She gave your hand a squeeze as she swiped away the last of her tears. “When are you picking him up?”

“Tomorrow morning.” Liv reassured, “we wanted to make sure we had everything rock solid, that him or his attorney couldn’t poke a single hole in our case.”

“Okay.” She nodded, taking a shaky breath.

“You want me to drive you back to the firm?” You asked softly and she shook her head.

“No. There’s a car waiting. I’m working from home the rest of the day. I didn’t want to risk him showing up again. Not that it matters considering he knows where we live.”

“I’ve had an unmarked and a squad car on the apartment since those pictures were dropped off.”

“Well now you’re just wasting tax dollars.” She teased and you chuckled, leaning in to kiss her cheek softly. You exchanged quiet ‘I love you’s, you made Rita promise to call you if she needed anything, and Carisi offered to walk her out considering he was heading back to the D.A’s office.

Once the door was shut behind them you dropped your head into your hands, taking a heavy breath and you weren’t too surprised when you felt Olivia’s hand softly rubbing at your back.

“How are you holding up?”

“It’s just…a lot.” You mumbled, sighing as you pulled your head up, looking across at Olivia as she sat back down. “I’m…worried…I’m furious. I’m upset with myself for not picking up on it earlier. I feel bad for taking so many undercover ops, if I was around last year when Gallagher blackmailed her again maybe I would’ve been able to stop it.”

“I’m sure Rita doesn’t blame you for something that happened when you were a kid.”

“I know.” You swiped away at a tear, “but the worst part is that she blames herself, for all of it. She’s so wrought with guilt for tearing apart his other victims on the stand, for what happened to Abby. She thinks if she came forward about it, the club might’ve been put to a stop before it had time to explode.”

“Did you want to take the rest of the day?” Liv offered gently and you shook your head.

“No. I need to talk to those other girls. The more charges we can pile onto him tomorrow means a longer sentence. I want him to flip. And I want him behind bars for as long as fucking possible.”

“It really is too bad we can’t put him away for life.”

“Yeah.” You sighed, “my Mom managed to convince Judge Lewis into taking a day of arraignments. So I’m sure she’s not gonna be too happy to see Gallagher back in her court room again, here’s hoping she makes the right call.”

“How’d you manage that?” She asked and you shrugged.

“Donnelly magic I guess? I mean, when Elizabeth Donnelly asks you to do something, you don’t exactly say no.”

“You certainly don’t.” She chuckled, then nodded toward the bull pen, “why don’t you grab Kat, get a head start on your day, try and get home early?”

“Thanks Cap.”

You knew the rest of your day wasn’t going to be an easy one, but at least you’d already heard what a world of hurt Gallagher could give. You’d tried to prep Kat for it on the drive over, but there was no real preparation that anyone could give with the stories the other four girls eventually told you. It took you bringing up the photos at each stop, your knowledge of them, and the fact that Chip had been blackmailing them all these years helped them loosen up a little. The second stop was adamant on keeping quiet until you softly expressed that the same thing had happened to your wife, and that you knew better than anyone what she had been put through, and that this was the quickest way to take Gallagher down.

One of them had burnt the copies of the pictures, not wanting her kids to find them accidentally. One of them hesitantly brought a shoebox from the back of her closet filled with pictures, threatening notes and even phone records of the times Chip had called over the years. By the end of the day you had their full statements, and you had promised them you would do everything you could to make sure that their accounts got added to docket once it could be legally linked back to Chip.

You asked Kat where she wanted you to drop her and you weren’t too surprised when she requested a detour to the boxing gym. You made her promise to call if she wanted to talk anything out, or if she had any other questions your (metaphorical) door was always open.

When you pulled into the parking lot of the firm you checked your watch and grimaced, it was later than you’d hoped. Quickly locking the car you jogged into the building, practically skidding into Buchanan’s office.

“Thank god, you’re still here.” You greeted, pulling both his and Liz’s attention to you.

“Do you know how to knock?” She scolded and you rolled your eyes.

“I need to talk to John.”

“About what?” He asked curiously.

“I need you to take one of Rita’s clients.” You tugged the folder from under your arm, dropping it onto his desk, he cautiously flipped through it.

“Why does it seem like you’re scheming?” Liz’s eyes narrowed at you.

“Because I am.” You replied, quickly adding on, “legally!”

“Has he been arrested?” Buchanan asked.

“They’re picking him up tomorrow. Please don’t give him a heads up, this asshole needs to go down.”

“What’re the charges?”

“Assaulting a police officer for starters….” You winced at the way your Mother’s eyes widened at that, “among other things. But we need him to flip. He could be facing a max of thirty years for everything we have on him, Carisi’s gonna offer you a deal. He tells us the information we want and he’ll drop the charges to half, and take the assault off.”

“And Rita can’t do this because?”

You took a large breath, heavily exhaling, they were going to find out anyways. Your words came tumbling out quickly, so you wouldn’t have the time to catch up and stop yourself.

“She’s our material witness in the case against Dowland, Chip and two of his buddies brutally gang raped her thirty years ago, three counts of coercion against him are from her. Not to mention witness intimidation and tampering. She can’t represent him if she’s part of the case.”

“I’ll double your Christmas bonus.” Liz practically talked over you as you wrapped up your sentence. As fiercely protective as she was over you, Rita fell under that umbrella the moment you got engaged, she was her daughter in law after all.

“You don’t have to do that.” John chuckled, “but I’m not going to object.”

“Please.”

“Rita’s a friend, I’m more than happy to take on any of her clients.” He agreed, “so I’m assuming I’ll be seeing you in the morning?”

“All things considered I can’t make the collar, but I’ll be on the other side of the glass.” You jumped as Liz’s hand made contact with your chin, turning your face to her as she took in the fading bruise on your temple.

“This motherfucker was a disgrace to the bench, and a disgrace to law degree. He deserves the full thirty years.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” You muttered.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. It was just a bruise.” You shook it off, turning back to Buchanan, “thanks John.” He gave you a nod and you followed Liz out of his office.

“Sweetheart are you sure you’re alright?”

“I…” you let out a defeated sigh, your body drooping as you wordlessly shrugged. When you glanced up at her, the never ending tears were brimming in your eyes again.

“Come here.” She softly pulled you into her arms, letting you melt into her frame as she dropped a gentle kiss to your head before you pulled away.

“I just want to get home.”

“Go.” She squeezed at your hand, “you promise you’ll call if you need anything?”

“Yeah.”

“You be sure to tell Rita she can take as much time as she needs, I can handle any of her current cases if she wants me to.”

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“Now go.” She waved you toward the front door, “go be the amazing wife I know you are.”

You gave her a little wave in thanks and half jogged back to the car. There was an unease in the pit of your stomach, you’d done everything you could possibly have done (aside from setting a honey trap for Chip) to nail this bastard, but with the way the law worked, you could never be certain. You were more than worried about him being granted bail, or house arrest, or the sentencing ending up being minimal and him being even more pissed when he got out. He’d already come after these women so many times, and you were sure you’d added yourself to the list of people he had a grudge against.

When you got home you were slightly surprised to find Rita dozing on the couch, paperwork abandoned on the coffee table in front of her. You pulled the blanket up around her a pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before retreating back to the kitchen to get a start on dinner. It had been a long day for both of you and you were sure a nice home cooked meal would hit the spot right about now.

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