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vigilante-3073 · 8 months ago

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Harm

Edward Cullen x Female Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Y/N has always had issues with physical contact and Edward never understood why until an accidental touch brings up unpleasant memories for her.

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, death and molestation, angst.

*Contains mature themes that could be triggering*

Y/N had always had an issue when it came to physical contact, she would shift away like any kind of unexpected touch made her squeamish. Edward had never questioned it, simply assuming that it had been a matter of personal preference. Physical contact had never been a big factor in their friendship and Edward found it easy to respect her boundaries.

Most people were willing to accept her dislike of physical touch, but there would always be people who didn't understand or respect her wishes.

They were walking down the hallway talking about their biology assignment when Emmett ran up behind Y/N and grabbed her waist. She let out a panicked scream as memories began to race through her mind. The memories were so powerful that Edward couldn't keep himself from hearing them.

"Here, munchkin, I got you a toy, but you can only have it if you promise not to tell anyone about our little game," The man said to a 5-year-old Y/N.

The sound of a belt buckle clinking and a sudden unyielding feeling of fear overcame everything.

"Such a good little girl," The man said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before leaving her bedroom.

The memories continued to fly by, each one more unpleasant than the last. It was years of torture, fear and abuse. Her emotions were overwhelming as the memories began to resurface, like a festering wound that never healed.

Emmett set her down on her feet and she immediately broke free of his hold, running down the hallway and into the girl's bathroom.

"The hell was that about?" Emmett asked.

Edward shook his head before quickly following after her. He pushed aside his discomfort and made his way into the women's restroom. Edward moved over to the stall where Y/N had fallen to her knees, coughing and retching as she threw up.

Edward held her hair back, providing silent comfort as she continued to get sick. The memories obviously weighed heavily enough on her to produce such a visceral response.

She finished getting sick before slowly shifting onto her butt, leaning back against the wall of the bathroom stall. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Edward reached past her and flushed the toilet. He stepped away and wet some paper towel for her before returning to her side.

He held out the paper towel to her and she took it silently, wiping her mouth. Edward watched her, listening to her erratic heartbeat as it began to return to normal.

"Who was it?" Edward asked, she gulped, "My uncle," Y/N admitted softly.

"How long?" Edward asked.

"Until I was twelve," She stated.

"Where is he now?" Edward questioned.

Y/N shrugged, "I don't know," She said, toying with the paper towel in her hands.

"Did you ever tell anyone?" Edward asked.

She shook her head, "No, I was-I was scared and I just- I felt like it was my fault," Y/N said shakily, more tears gathering in her eyes.

"You were a child," Edward said, kneeling down beside her.

Y/N scoffed, "I could have said something but I didn't... I thought that no one would believe me," Y/N said, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"I'm sorry that you felt like you were alone in that, Y/N. No one should have to go through that," Edward said.

Touch had become an evil thing for her. That man, that family member, had taken her choice away and robbed her of her innocence. Y/N was just a child when he took advantage of her and it went on for years before she was able to escape him.

Y/N was abused and manipulated into thinking that no one would believe her. She endured years of pain and lived in a state of constant fear of this man who was supposed to be someone she could rely on.

He was family.

...

Edward took some time away from school after that day. He told Y/N that he was going to see his cousins, but he wasn't going to Alaska. Edward went to Y/N's hometown and found her uncle stumbling drunkenly out of a bar.

The stench of alcohol permeated the man's entire being as he staggered over to his truck. He fumbled for his keys in his pocket, dropping them down onto the pavement with a mumbled curse. The man bent down to pick them up and Edward had appeared in front of him when he straightened up.

"The hell do you want, kid?" The man asked.

"I'm a friend of Y/N's," Edward said.

"Oh, wow, I haven't seen her in years," The man chuckled.

"You mean that you haven't assaulted her in years?" Edward questioned, eerily calm.

The man scoffed, "Now, I don't know what she told you-," He started.

Edward didn't allow him to finish, grabbing onto his throat and slamming him back against the side of his vehicle. The metal caved in from the force, knocking the wind out of the man.

"I know all about what you did to her and you deserve to endure a lifetime of suffering for it," Edward growled, leaning closer to him and tightening his hold around the man's neck.

He sputtered, hands shoving desperately at Edward's chest to try and push him away.

Edward felt like an avenging angel in this moment, choking the life out of such a vile man. It brought him comfort to know that he would be removing a very evil person from the world.

Edward leaned in and bit into the side of the man's neck, shredding the arteries and spilling his blood in the parking lot brutally.

He pulled away, watching the life drain from the man's face, "You will never hurt her or anyone else ever again," Edward said before letting him go.

He watched the man's body slide down to the ground, gasping and gurgling on his own blood as he died. This man was a predator and he finally knew what it felt like to become the prey.

...

Edward returned to Forks a day later with red eyes, Carlisle knew what he had left to accomplish and chose not to acknowledge it. Even Carlisle had to allow him leniency in this case, violence was never the answer until it was the only answer available.

That man was sick and he deserved to suffer for what he had done to such a kind person, a child nonetheless. He could not be saved or changed and the world would be a better place without him in it.

Edward never told Y/N about what he had done that day, but he would never forget the day her mother had told her the news. They thought it was an animal attack, her mother called it 'gruesome' and 'awful.' She had said that the animal responsible hadn't been located, but assured Y/N that they were searching for it.

Edward watched the look of recognition cross Y/N's face before her glossy eyes slowly came to focus on him. She hung up the phone, dropping it down on her bed.

"What happened?" Edward asked.

"My uncle is dead... They said it was an animal attack," Y/N said.

"Seems to be happening a lot lately," Edward stated.

Y/N stepped over to him, sliding her arms around him and pressing herself against his chest. Edward slowly wrapped his arms around her, holding her gently.

"Thank you," She mumbled, a few warm tears soaking into his shirt.

"You're welcome," Edward said.

She let out a soft breath before her body began to shake with sobs. Y/N cried until she had nothing left in her, standing silently with her head on his chest and her arms wrapped tightly around him.

His shirt had been saturated with her tears and he could feel her beginning to shiver from the ice cold temperature of his body. Edward wanted to get her a blanket or a warm cup of tea, but he knew that she needed this. She needed to hold onto him and feel safe.

Edward had protected her more than anyone else had and Y/N finally allowed herself to enjoy the touch of another person. Y/N would never have to live in fear of that man again and maybe she would eventually be able to tell her family about what he did to her. And if she didn't, her secret would rot in the ground with her abuser.

#edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x oc #edward cullen #edward cullen imagine #twilight x y/n #twilight x reader #twilight imagine #twilight

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psychomentillidie · 3 months ago

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Dress

Part 1 🐍 Part 2

Pairing: virgin!tom riddle x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: english isn’t my first language, heavy sexual contact, p in v, fingering, teasing, unprotected sex, subby!tom, experienced!reader.

Summery: after a little talk with his brother, Tom decides to ask his best friend to take his virginity.

“𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟”

"Are you going to the Slytherin party tonight?" Mattheo asked the second he walked into Tom's dorm room. It was a pretty stupid question, considering the fact that Tom had never been to a Hogwarts party, not even once in the seven years he'd been there.

"Yeah, y/n asked me to come this time. She said it's important to 'have fun' since it's our last year here."

That answer genuinely shocked Mattheo. It was almost unbelievable how much influence y/n had over his brother.

"Wait, are you serious? I can't believe the Tom Riddle is actually going to a party. I'm going to make sure it's the best fucking party in Hogwarts history," he said excitedly. "I'll get alcohol for everyone and—oh, I know! I'll steal veritaserum from Snape so we can play truth or dare. It's going to be bloody awesome."

Tom was still trying to understand what was so "bloody awesome" about a bunch of teenagers drinking and playing games. He was dreading going, but y/n had begged him to come, and for some reason, he just couldn't say no to her. Which was odd, considering he never had trouble saying no to anyone else.

"What's so exciting about truth or dare? It's a stupid game," Tom rolled his eyes.

Mattheo gave him a look like he'd just said the dumbest thing in the world. "What's so exciting about truth or dare?! Mate, it's the best part! That's when all the tea gets spilled. Last time we played, it came out that Pansy had sex with Adrian's girlfriend, and Adrian's actually a virgin! Truth or dare is elite when everyone drinks veritaserum before answering because then no one can lie."

"I just don't get why anyone would want to admit what they've done or what they haven't."

Tom had never really thought much about sex. He didn't see the point. Why would anyone want to be that vulnerable with someone else? He didn't care for any of the girls at Hogwarts, even though he knew he could easily have a different one in his bed every night if he wanted. But he didn't want to. He just... wasn't interested.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, bro. People just want to know how many girls you've shagged. You've got nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you're a virgin," Mattheo said with a teasing laugh.

The room suddenly went silent when Tom didn't laugh back. Mattheo stared at him.

"You're a virgin?!"

"Yes. What's the problem with that?"

"There's no problem actually," Mattheo said, holding back a grin. "You just absolutely cannot let the whole school know."

If Tom thought teenagers were stupid before, now he thought they were extra stupid. But the longer he thought about it, the more that small knot of embarrassment twisted in his chest.

"Okay, then I just won't play," Tom said, shrugging. Problem solved, or so he thought.

"Absolutely not, my guy. If you don't play, people will assume something even worse. Like that you're into getting pegged or something."

Tom groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair. "Then what the hell am I supposed to do?"

Mattheo leaned back with a smug grin. "Easy. Go to y/n's dorm and ask her to have sex with you."

Tom blinked. "What?!"

"Oh come on, you know you've been dying to sleep with her. And don't even try to deny it. I heard you last night, jerking off and moaning her name in the bathroom."

"What the fuck?! Why were you in my dorm last night?"

It was rare to see Tom Riddle blush, but this time, his entire face was red as a tomato.

"Let's not change the subject, alright?" Mattheo said, smirking. "Just go to her dorm and tell her you want to have sex, as simple as that. You know she'll want to. I'm shocked you guys haven't done it together before, considering all that tension that's always around you two whenever you're together."

"Fine. I'll think about it. Now get out, and don't ever come into my room late at night again without announcing yourself first."

The second the door closed behind Mattheo, silence settled over the dorm like a fog. Tom sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, staring blankly at the floor.

"Just go to Y/N's dorm and ask her to have sex with you."

Mattheo's words echoed in his mind like a challenge.

It sounded ridiculous. Crude, even. But was it? He clenched his jaw, hands tightening.

It wasn't about the sex. Not really.

It was about her.

Y/N.

The way she laughed like she knew things he didn't. The way she touched him so casually and yet left him breathless. The way she saw through his every mask, every carefully calculated expression, and looked at him.

The real him.

He'd trusted her with everything else; his secrets, his temper, his walls.

Could he trust her with this, too?

The idea of losing control in front of anyone else made his stomach twist. But with her... the thought didn't terrify him. It thrilled him. It made his skin feel too tight and his thoughts feel too loud.

Was it foolish to want more? Was it dangerous?

Maybe. But wasn't it more dangerous to want her and never touch her?

He swallowed hard. Could he ask her? Should he? And if he did... would she say yes?

Would she want him like that? And if she did, would she still see him the same way after?

He wasn't sure. But he knew one thing with absolute certainty;

He didn't want anyone else.

And maybe it was time he finally stopped making excuses for himself and actually tried being intimate with her. Not for the game or the people around him, for his own cravings and wishes.

That was the moment Tom realised, he's ready to lose his virginity to his person, the only person in the world he wasn't scared to be himself around.

It was currently 8:32 p.m. 28 minutes before the Slytherin party was set to begin. You were in your dorm, getting ready alone. Your annoyingly loud roommates had gone to their friend's room to do their makeup together.

You were in the middle of putting on your short, dark blue dress, struggling to zip it up, when you heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" you called out, still fiddling with the zipper.

"It's Tom."

You smiled. "Oh, it's you. Come in, Tommy."

He opened the door and stepped inside, standing stiffly like a statue as his eyes scanned you, but he said nothing.

"Well don't you look really handsome, Mr. Riddle," you said, your tone teasing. The flirtation in your friendship was always there, but you weren't lying, he really did look good tonight.

You turned around. "Could you help me zip my dress? I can't reach it."

"No," he said flatly.

You turned back around to face him, confused. "What do you mean no?"

"I'd rather take that dress off than zip it up."

Your eyes widened, a mix of surprise and amusement dancing across your face. A smirk crept in as you looked at him. You almost lost the hope that Tom Riddle will take this friendship he had with you to the next level.

It has been obvious there's something not platonic in the slightest going on between the two of you, but it took Tom years to accept it. Who would have guessed tonight would be the night Tom actually took action and fucked you.

"Oh yeah?" you asked, voice dropping into something lower, silkier.

"Yeah," he said, stepping closer, closing the space between you. You were almost touching now, his proximity making your heart race, but he looked surprisingly calm. Little did you know his insides have been burning with anxiety.

"What are you waiting for, then?" you whispered. "Fucking take it off."

That was all he needed to hear.

He moved forward like he was under a spell. His hands found the zipper and tugged it down slowly, reverently, as if undressing you was a sacred act. The dress slipped from your shoulders and pooled at your feet. You stood before him in only your underwear and bra, entirely unbothered by his stare.

You stepped close and tangled your fingers into his collar, tugging him into a kiss that made his knees weak.

He kissed back like he'd been waiting his entire life for this, like he was afraid it would end too soon. It was messy and eager, his hands trembling as they explored the soft curve of your waist, your back, your breasts.

You pushed him down onto the bed with a gentle shove, straddling him and rolling your hips slowly against his lap. He let out a shaky breath, fingers digging into your thighs like he didn't know what else to hold onto.

"Y/N," he whispered, almost like a warning. "I've never—"

"I know," you purred, grinding on him again. "You're doing so good already, darling."

His eyes fluttered shut as you kissed down his neck, tongue teasing his skin, marking him. You could feel how hard he was already, twitching beneath his trousers. He looked dazed, breathless, wrecked, and you hadn't even taken his clothes off yet.

You climbed off him just long enough to strip him down, also taking down your remaining undergarments, taking your time as you tugged at his belt, his shirt, finally his trousers and briefs, until he was bare beneath you. His cock was flushed and hard, resting against his stomach.

You let your eyes drag down his body, slow and deliberate. "Fuck, you're so pretty, Tom."

He blushed at the compliment, but the way his cock twitched made it obvious how much he liked it.

"Lie back," you whispered.

He obeyed instantly. Tom wasn't one to obey orders from anyone. But with you, it was a different story.

You crawled over him, settling between his legs and kissing a path up his inner thigh, ignoring his whimpers as you teased him everywhere but where he wanted.

"Y/N," he groaned. "Please, please, I need—"

You pressed your fingers to his lips. "Shh. I'm going to take care of you."

You kissed him deeply, slowly grinding your bare hips against his, letting him feel how wet you already were.

You guided his hand between your thighs. "Feel that? That's all for you."

He swallowed hard, fingers exploring tentatively.

You smiled. "Let me show you."

You moved his hand where you wanted it—two fingers brushing your clit, stroking slowly. He watched you in awe as you moaned from his touch, your hips rocking against his hand.

"Curl your fingers inside me," you whispered. "There. Right there. Fuck Tommy, you're a natural."

His confidence grew as you moaned his name, his fingers moving faster, slick with your arousal. The way he looked at you—like you were something holy, made heat coil in your stomach.

You stopped him just before you tipped over the edge.

"I need you inside me," you whispered against his mouth. "Do you want that?”

His answer was immediate. "Yes. Please. I want—I need you so bad, Y/N."

You reached down and lined him up with your entrance, teasing him by dragging the tip through your folds before sinking down slowly.

His head fell back, mouth open in a silent moan as you took him inch by inch.

"Fucking hell," he gasped. "You feel—fuck Y/N."

You rode him slowly at first, letting him adjust, watching his reactions. Every time you shifted your hips, he twitched helplessly inside you, moaning your name like a prayer.

You leaned down to kiss him softly. "You okay, baby?"

He nodded frantically. "Yes. I'm okay. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

You smiled against his lips. "I wasn't planning to."

You picked up the pace, grinding your hips harder, riding him like you were claiming him. His hands gripped your waist tightly, his head rolling back as he struggled to hold on.

"Y/N—fuck—I'm not gonna last—I can't—"

"Come for me, baby," you whispered, dragging your nails down his chest. "Let me feel you."

That was all it took. He cried out as he spilled inside you, cock twitching, breath ragged. You kept moving, chasing your own high, and just as his orgasm was fading, you came with a moan of his name, collapsing forward onto his chest.

You both stayed there, sweaty and breathless, your fingers stroking through his hair as his arms wrapped tightly around you.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Then finally, you whispered, "So... how was that for your first time?"

He let out a breathless laugh, still catching his breath. "I think you just ruined me for anyone else."

You grinned against his chest. "Good. That was the plan."

He kissed your hair, and his voice softened. "Thank you."

You looked up at him. "For what?"

"For not treating me like I'm fragile. For not making me feel ashamed for being so vulnerable. For..." he hesitated, then said softly, "for being you."

Your teasing smile faded into something warmer, more intimate. You cupped his face and kissed him slow and sweet. "You're mine now, Riddle."

He nodded. "I've always been".

Part 2 is out<3

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dracolilhoe · 10 months ago

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Secret Keepers Pt. 2 (Severus Snape x Y/n)

Pt. 1 -> Secret Keepers

Severus Snape x fem!pregnant!wife!professor

Main Masterlist here -> DracoLilHoe

Harry Potter Fandom Masterlist here -> HP Masterlist

Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/n, Professor reader

Words: +2.4k

Summary: Severus & Y/n have been secretly married for the last few years. Y/n has a hunch that something big is happening, but isn't sure if she should trust her instincts.

If you find mistakes please tell me! I'm not a perfect writer so please just let me know. Happy reading! :)

*Harry POV*

That was what felt like the longest detention in the history of detentions. How could Snape even be married let alone have a baby? I walk into the somewhat crowded common room spotting Hermione and Ron sitting at a table arguing about who knows what.

Hermione looks up spotting me. "Harry! How did the detention with Professor Snape go? He didn't give you a hard time, did he?" I shake my head. "You won't believe what I heard," I mutter taking the seat across from the two.

"As I was walking toward his office I heard him talking with Profesor y/l/n. Apparently, she's pregnant!" Ron's jaw drops. "Nooo!" He whines earning an eye roll from Hermione. "Ronald you never had a chance! She's too old for you, and you're too young for her!" Rons sighs, "Whatever, but why would she tell Snape of all people. They aren't exactly friends. Are they?"

"That's the thing," I lower my voice to a whisper. "Snape's the father!" "What!?" Ron shrieks his face contorting into a look of utter shock earning a few confused looks from the fellow first-year Gryffindors. Hermione raises her eyebrows the realization finally hitting her. She gives Ron a smack to the head, "Lower your voice, Ronald! They obviously want it to stay a secret!"

Ron rubs the back of his head muttering about how she didn't have to hit him that hard. "It all makes sense now," Hermione continues. "I wondered why she always wore a ring but thought it was too rude to ask about it. I can't believe I missed it!"

"I can't believe it.." Ron groans laying his head down on the desk. "Ron, Hermione's right. It's obviously something they didn't want anyone else to know. And you never really did stand a chance with her."

"I just, I don't understand. How could Professor y/l/n possibly be interested in that old git?" Ron asks. Hermione sighs, "Ron, she is obviously happy with him. She's his wife. He's probably different around her than the rest of us."

Ron gets up sighing dramaticly, "I'm going to bed. Clearly, life has nothing left for me." "Ronald grow up!" Hermione shouts up to him from the bottom of the stairs.

"If anything I wonder what you see in him," I smirk. Hermione rolls her eyes before scooping up the rest of her books in her arms. "That makes two of us."

"Sleep well, Ron?" Ginny questions as we take a seat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. He gives her a look as he grabs some sausages putting them on his plate.

Hermione furrows her eyebrows looking over at Ginny. "Since when did you care what happens with him?" "Since I found out about Professor y/l/n. Heard she's been up to somethin. Just wonderin' how he's taking it."

"Shut your trap, Ginny!" Ron grumbles tossing a piece of sausage at her.

"Wait, how do you know about that?" I ask. She shrugs, "It's the talk of the school! It's been spreading like wildfire. I heard from some first-years about it this morning."

The three of us share a look before turning our gaze to Ginny. "Does... does everybody know?" Hermione bites her lip nervously. "At this point, I would assume so."

"Nice talking to ya Ginny. Will see you later." I say as Hermione and I stand up. Ron looks up at us confused. "Where are you guys going?" "Ronald get up!" "But we just started breakfast!"

"You won't get to finish it if Snape finds out who started this in the first place!" I hiss. "But it was you! I don't have any part in this!" Hermione rolls her eyes and grabs Ron's arm pulling him up. "Oi!"

Ginny's eyes widen. "You started it?" "Look Ginny we would appreciate it if you kept this quiet," I mutter. She nods. "Good luck." "What about my food?" Hermione grabs a piece of toast shoving it into Ron's mouth. "Come on lets go!"

The three of us quickly run back up to the common room. "Harry! What the hell mate?" Ron's voice is muffled as he finishes the last of his toast.

"Hermione and I didn't even know about anything until you said something." He protests. "Ronald hush. If you didn't shout last night then nobody would have been paying attention in the first place!!"

He pauses the realization hitting him. "Oh... yeah. Sorry." He rubs the back of his neck nervously. "If anything it's your fault." I sigh. "Hermione putting the blame onto anyone isn't going to help. The bottom line is it was all three of us. Let's hope they didn't find out yet."

*Y/n POV*

My eyes flutter open as I glance over at the clock on my bedside table. I begrudgingly sit up just to be pulled down by a strong arm wrapped around my waist. "Severus," I murmur trying to loosen his strong grip around me.

He groans burying his face into my neck leaving light kisses. "Sev, we need to get up." He sighs, "Must you be so dreary?" I scoff. "Me? Dreary?"

He lets out a huff reluctantly moving away from my neck to rest his head against his pillow.

"I'm only stating you are quite boring." He teases. "I'm not boring!" I protest. "As much as I would love to stay in bed with you and do nothing all day, we have classes to teach."

He wraps his arm around me again and pulls me toward him. Causing me to let out a soft gasp. He places a gentle kiss to my lips as his fingers rub small circles on my stomach.

I smile to myself as I turn to look at the loving look plastered across my husband's face. He isn't the type of man to share his emotions. But the look in his eyes says all it needs to.

"Severus, I told you I'm fine." I chuckle as I walk in between him and Minerva. "No, you are not 'fine'." He retorts. "You can not skip breakfast! We have discussed this multiple times, love." "And I have told you time and time again that I'm not hungry."

"Y/n, dear, he's right. It would be best if you ate something. If not for you then for the baby." Minnie places a comforting hand on my shoulder. I know they are right. Of course, they are right. "I know I should but I just haven't been that hungry lately."

Severus lets out an audible sigh sending me a stern glare. We continue our walk down the corridor a few students giving us odd looks as we pass. "Um, anyone know what that was about?" I question glancing between the two.

They shake their heads just as confused as I am. I'm used to seeing Sev get looks from the students but this was different. Instead of fear, it was more like... curiosity? And possibly bewilderment? And it was directed toward me which is odd.

"Something's not right," I mutter as Minerva nods in agreement. We make our way into the Great Hall taking our seats. Filius sits between Minerva and Severus, and I am on his other side. I feel Sevs hand reach under the table to rest on my upper thigh.

"Good Morning Severus!" Filius says taking the napkin from his lap and wiping his lips. He gives him a polite nod in return as he brings a cup of coffee to his lips. "Oh, and I just heard the good news. Congratulations on the baby!"

Severus nearly choked on the coffee he was drinking. "I beg your pardon?" He questions as a quiet mumble of a curse escapes his lips. I turn to look at the charms professor in bewilderment. How does he know?

I turn my gaze to Severus who already has his eyes on me. "Did you tell him?" I question. He shakes his head. "I thought it was you." He admits as he turns to look back at the charms professor.

"Filius, how exactly do you know that?" He turns to look at me confusion etched across his features. "I heard some students discussing it this morning. I didn't know the students were aware of your relationship."

"They shouldn't be." Severus mumbles clenching his jaw.

"Minnie you haven't told anyone right?" She gives me a sweet smile and shakes her head. "That is not my information to share." "Then... who could it have been?" I question as she shrugs. "I think I might have an idea." Severus gets up from his seat and quickly heads toward the corridors outside the Great Hall.

I sigh, "Minnie this might take a bit. I might not make it back in time for the first classes. Could you watch them for me?" "Of course dear. You should probably settle this. Who knows what rumors have started." I give her a smile as I exit the Great Hall after Severus.

"Severus!" I call out as I chase after my husband. He stops spinning around to face me. "Yes?" "How could you possibly know who did this?" I now stand before him looking up into his dark onyx eyes.

"It was Potter." I scoff at his words crossing my arms. "How could it possibly be Potter?" He grabs my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine, dragging me to his classroom.

Once we enter his classroom he locks the door. "It's best if we talk here. We don't need any unwanted attention." He walks over to sit at his desk. I follow sitting across from him. "Alright now how in fucks sake could it possibly be Potter?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Darling, you told me yesterday night. Potter was supposed to have a detention yesterday night. He must have been eavesdropping. It is the only possible explanation!"

"There are plenty of explanations as to why it isn't Potter!" He raises an eyebrow, "Well, go on." I pause mid-sentence. "Well, I-" He lets out a small hum of satisfaction. "Well, I didn't even see him when I was leaving!" I blurt out crossing my arms.

"He was most likely hiding." Shit. He has a point. "Okay fine! Maybe it was Potter! But that doesn't explain how the whole bloody school knows by now! I haven't even seen him at all this morning."

"Hmm, I wonder why." He mutters sarcastically. "Oh, hush! If it is Potter then Weasley and Granger probably have something to do with it too." He nods in agreement. "Seeing as we have no idea where they are we should probably ask Minnie what their schedules are."

"She's supposed to cover my first class for a bit. I can ask her then." I steal a quick glance at the clock. "Speaking of classes, they start soon." I stand up walking around his desk to give him a quick kiss. "I love you. I'll see you in a bit."

I start to turn away but he tugs me back. He pulls me down his lips returning to mine. "Love you more, darling." I smile against his lips. "Oh and what should we say if the students ask us anything?"

I pause in thought for a moment. "I don't see any point in hiding it anymore. They already know." His lip forms a line indicating his uncertainty. "Are you sure you want that? Your reputation could be ruined because of me and-"

I place my finger over his lips shutting him up. "I don't care what they think. If they don't like me much anymore that's okay. I have all I need right here." He smiles at my remarks kissing my forehead, "How did I get so lucky?" He mumbles. I sigh cheerfully. "I do really need to go now. I love you. I'll see you in a bit."

*Harry POV*

"Oh, we are so screwed." Ron groans. "Professor McGonagall just told us Snape wants to see us, Ron. Of course, we are screwed!!" I mutter as the three of us make our way down the stairs to the dungeons. "We are so lucky we didn't have potions today."

"No kidding." The three of us stop outside the door to his classroom. "How much trouble do you think we are in?" Hermiones whispers. "Well, it's also Professor Y/l/n. So hopefully not too much." Ron answers nervously. I hesitantly reach out my hand and knock.

*Y/n POV*

"Don't be too hard on them!" He scoffs rolling his eyes. "They exposed us. They are lucky I don't give them detention for the rest of the year." "First of all do not roll your eyes at me! I'm your wife. Not a student. Second, we don't know their side of the story. So yes Severus, do not be an arse."

He opens his mouth to retaliate but stops. "Sorry." He murmurs. I avoid his gaze, "I'm sorry too. You are not an arse." Our heads both turn to the door at the sound of a knock. "Come in"

The three of them walk in their eyes avoiding Snapes and focusing on me. "Can one of you explain why the whole school is aware of our relationship?" Snape questions glaring at the trio. The three of them look at me as if asking me to help them out.

"Well go on. He asked a question." Harry takes a breath before speaking. "I heard the two of you talking last night and I told Ron and Hermione." Snape sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. "That doesn't explain how the school knows."

"Well, a group of first years heard us talking out it last night, in the common room," Hermione looks over at me. "We weren't going to tell anyone. But they heard us. It was an accident we swear!"

"I don't think there is anything we can do about it at this point," I say trying toward my husband. "Weeks denention. For the three of you." Ron's mouth falls open a gasp of astonishment leaving his lips. "Make. That. Two." Snape growls. The two turn to give Ron a glare. "Now go before I change my mind." The three scramble out the door.

"They are something else." "Tell me about it." I turn to look at Severus. "You going to actually get some sleep tonight?" "I have paperwork to finish, dear." I smile kissing his forehead. "Just come to bed at a decent time. I love you."

"Goodnight, my love. I love you too."

Pt. 1 -> Secret Keepers

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ordowrites · 1 year ago

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when you are sad

cw: none, simple fluff and comfort, self indulgent, no pronouns used / gn!reader. slight vent, i'm sorry. established relationships.

characters: diluc, kaeya, wanderer

bad days, weeks, months are simply just bound to happen. that's sometimes how it is, and kaeya is no stranger to such things. he'd mourned the loss of family many times, and has his own, long bouts of depression.

misery loves company and he finds you out at starsnatch cliff, staring up at the endless sky and for a moment, he considers leaving you to yourself, knowing that sometimes being alone is better but he can't help but linger for a brief moment.

finally, kaeya simply elects to sit next to you and gently drapes his arm around you and pulls you close.

"it's gonna be okay." he murmurs as you slump against him. "i promise." it feels like lip service but it's all he can offer when in reality, he would take on all your troubles if it means never seeing that somber, upset look on your face ever again. he holds you closer and you rest your head on his chest. "i love you."

he never says those words out loud to anyone - let alone you, the one who caught his eye so long ago.

"i love you." he repeats, firmly. "i know it can't fix whatever is going on, but just...just remember that."

you are all the things that are right in this world - you are ambitious, outspoken, there is not a moment where you have surrendered simply because the going got tough. yet, seeing you in tears and frustrated has diluc at a loss.

your spirit is like wildfire, it burns everything in its path and here it is, damped and gone, in the wake, ashes.

"what's the matter, my beloved?" diluc is tender when he gently cups your face and wipes away your tears. it doesn't matter if you tell him or not, you'll talk about it when you're ready. "hey, hey, shhh..." he grunts in surprise when you grip him into a tight hug. "it's okay, it's okay, i'm here."

unlike kaeya, diluc isn't very good with words and he doesn't always know how to make things better (and sometimes tends to worsen things) so when you hug him, all he can do is hold you just as tightly.

he has adelinde make you your favorite food - after all, food is a love language - and prepare you a bath that you can soak in. it doesn't fix the problem, but he hopes it can at least provide some sense of comfort.

there's something about your expression that's frustrating him - the wanderer is not unfamiliar with human emotion, in fact, he understands them quite well after four hundred some years but he is perplexed by you. normally, you return his snark ten fold, you're loud, you're obnoxious, and pushy, and when he calls you an ass, you have ten times worse words for him.

"what do you want?" you ask him, tone flat. you're exhausted, he notes as he takes the seat across from you. "go away, i don't have time."

"well, i do." he retorts.

you roll your eyes. "news flash, the world does not revolve around you."

"it should," the wanderer responds, crossing his arms over his chest. "tell me what's wrong."

"i don't want to." you respond.

he snorts. "fine, have it your way." he says, grumpily. "but don't think, for a minute, i'm leaving your depressed ass alone."

"why?" you have the audacity to ask.

the wanderer, for once, does not have a proper answer for you. or a retort. he simply just stares, hopes you drop it and let it go. after awhile, he gets up and goes inside the cafe and orders you some cake and some weird sounding cold coffee. humans and their need to change things.

"a wise deity once told me that sweets can sooth the soul." he says, upon your quizzical look. "i assume she must be right."

for the first time in the two hours, you crack a small smile. and the wanderer feels victorious.

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libby-for-life · 1 year ago

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So, can you do a sick one-shot with Adam and Lucifer? Maybe Adam has a fever and Lucifer reluctantly takes care of him. But then he starts to hallucinate things. Stuff that makes Lucifer question things about what he believes.

Oh? A challenge, hu? Since you didn't specify if this was my version of Adamsapple, I'm just going to assume that this is more traditional Adamsapple and go from there.

Sinner!Adam under contract with Lucifer.

Lucifer stood before Charlie with a sigh, feeling irritated. "Are you telling me that there isn't anyone else who can take care of him? I don't have time to deal with a whiney brat who is probably faking all this just to get attention," he grumbled. The devil was not convinced that Adam was genuinely sick. He wouldn't put it past him to fake it to receive special treatment.

Charlie replied, "Normally, I would take care of it, but I have a lot of paperwork to deal with." She gestured towards her desk, which was piled high with papers, making Lucifer wince. "Vaggie is busy with Niffty, Angel Dust and Husk are working, and Alastor is not an... option."

Lucifer shivered at the thought of Alastor taking care of Adam. The devil was under contract to protect the idiot from harm, but it would end badly for Adam if Alastor was involved. "Alright, I'll do it," he said, resigned.

"Thank you, Dad!" Charlie beamed at him, making him feel a little better. Teleporting to Adam's room, Lucifer hoped to catch him in the act of faking it but found himself in a dark room with the curtains drawn. The only thing he could see was a lump on Adam's bed.

Frustrated, the devil snapped his fingers, and the lights turned on. Adam let out a whimper, making Lucifer roll his eyes. "Oh, stop it. Nobody is buying this pity act," he said sternly.

When he got no reply, he growled again, "The hard way it is then." He stomped over to the sinner's bed and ripped the blankets off him. "Get up now!" Lucifer was done playing games. If Adam was going to continue acting this way, he didn't mind using force to beat some sense into him.

However, to his surprise, Adam didn't yell, swear, or even glare at him. Instead, he let out another whimper. This time, Lucifer actually looked at Adam and saw just how different he looked. His gray skin had an ashy color, his breath was labored, and his shirt was missing, revealing how sweaty he was. It was clear that Adam was genuinely sick.

Lucifer felt slightly guilty for making Adam uncomfortable when it was clear he was miserable with a fever.

Placing a hand on the sinner's forehead, he hissed at the heat. "Oh, you are sick, aren't you?" He murmured. "Alright, let's sit you up."

Soon, Adam was propped up on pillows, wrapped up in comfortable blankets, and looking at Lucifer with dazed eyes. The devil knew that the demon wasn't truly seeing him due to his sickness.

Gently draping a cool cloth onto Adam's forehead, he noticed how the sinner's eyes followed his every move.

"You're so beautiful...." Adam slurred.

Lucifer froze and looked at him confused. "Hu?" He must've been really out of it if he was complimenting him.

"Beautiful...so beautiful. I can see why she left me...I didn't stand a chance."

Lucifer grimaced when he realized that Adam must've been talking about Eden. Whether it was Eve or Lilith he was referring to was still being questioned in Lucifer's mind.

"Let's not waste your energy." Lucifer finally said.

Adam whimpered again but he continued talking. "Lilith was beautiful too...but she didn't like me...why did she not like me?"

"Maybe because you were a narcissistic dick who wanted to control her?" Lucifer said with a glare. Any kind of sympathy he had for the sinner was gone. How could Adam even ask that?!

Adam shook his head, clearly too out of it to understand that the devil was insulting him. "That's not what she said..." He slurred out. A look of sadness came over Adam and, to Lucifer's growing discomfort, looked like he was going to cry.

"She told me I was disgusting...that she didn't want to stand next to someone so ugly." Lucifer was too stunned to speak. What?

"She didn't like me talking. I talk too much. She liked to gag me when she couldn't stand the noise. It hurt...." Adam was now crying, big tears rolling down his chubby cheeks.

"Why didn't you fight back?" Lucifer immediately asked. If he hated how Lilith treated him, especially if it hurt, then why didn't he make her stop? Adam certainly never backed down from a fight. In fact, he was usually starting them.

"I wanted her to like me..." Adam replied with a groan. His breathing seemed labored. "If I did what she wanted...then she'll like me....even if it hurt. Even if it made me cry." Adam furrowed his eyebrows, his hazy eyes looking into the distance. "No...she didn't like me crying. She said it was annoying and ugly so I don't do it anymore." It was ironic with the tears streaming down his face.

Adam turned his golden eyes to the devil who flinched at the devastating but resigned look on his face. "I guess I didn't do it good enough...she found someone better...someone smarter...."

A large hand cupped Lucifer's cheek. "Who can compete with angels?" And then he passed out. Lucifer didn't know that he was holding his breath until he started gasping. What the fuck?

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #sickfic #oneshot #lilith

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stargazedwinchester · 1 year ago

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Too Soon? | Sam

Summary: Charlie teams you both up with the Winchester brothers for a case. After a very long road trip toward a hunt, someone's caught feelings for you.

Word count: 1,113

Let me know if you want a part 2!

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Charlie's excited grin means two things; there's a new World of Warcraft DLC, or she really wants you to do something with her. You huff, loosening your grip from her hands. "Char, I honestly really don't want to. I love you, I do, but..."

"Why, Y/N? It'll be so fun. Sam and Dean are so fun and so cool, you'll really like them. Even if it's a shitty boring hunt, at least you'll have me." She bounces up and down on the spot. "Please? Pretty please?" She begs, her ruby hair shining from the daylight coming through the window behind her. She looks at you in your eyes, pleading for you to once just say 'yes'.

You had been childhood best friends with Charlie ever since you both were bullied at school for playing video games during lunch breaks and recess. Both of you were the very few girls who would actually spend time around nerdy guys and weren't put off by them. Not that anyone gave them a chance, though.

"Okay, fine. I'll go with you. Just this once, though, you owe me." You give in, a smile creeping onto your face. What's the worst that could happen?

After Charlie's parents passed in a horrible accident when she was 14, she had been adopted by your father as both families were extremely close, good friends. It was almost like a dream come true for both of you at the time, being able to actually have a sister who's also your best friend? That's the best thing to ever happen to a child.

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You exit Charlie's beetle to a place that doesn't remotely resemble a home. "We're here?" You ask, squinting your eyes from the mid-summer sun blaring into your pupils. "Yep. They said to meet here." She says, checking her phone for any text messages. While glancing over at Charlie's phone, you notice two huge men walking toward you. "They're here!" She announces whilst the shorter man opens up his arms for her.

"Charlie!" He laughs gleefully, and she gives him a massive hug. You stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. "Hey, I'm Y/N." You greet the taller one, he runs his hand through his hair, before shaking yours. "Hi Y'N. I'm Sam. Nice to meet you." You look up at him flashing him a quick smile. "I assume the other guy is Dean?" You question, and Charlie pulls your arm towards her. "Y/N! This is Dean, he's my favourite. No offence, Sam." She chuckles, and Sam grunts. "None taken." He says. "Hi, Dean. Nice to meet you." You hold out your hand for him to shake it, and he takes it. "Nice to meet you. We've heard lots about you." He shows you a warm smile, his eyes a lovely shade of green that you haven't seen before.

"The gangs back together!" Charlie exclaims, you furrow your brows. "Back together? I've never met these guys in my life."

"You get what I mean."

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After lots of arguing about who gets shotgun, Charlie sits in the front with Dean, and you're sat in the back with Sam. Charlie passes you snacks every so often so you don't feel left out.

"So, YN," Sam starts, taking his gaze off of the trees speeding past the car. "How long have you known Charlie?" He asks, his hazel eyes meeting yours. "My whole life. She's my sister." You trail your sentence, not understanding why Sam would ask this. Dean chuckles. "Sammy, you didn't know that?" He and Charlie start laughing before she reaches over the seat to face you both. "I never told him this. Sorry, Sam." She pops another snack in her mouth, and Sam rolls his eyes. "Perks of being the least favourite, I guess. I'm out of the loop, guys." He throws his hands up in the air, a grin on his face. "It's okay. I'll tell you everything you need to know." You turn yourself round to face him, starting with the story of how you met her, where you grew up and everything that happened with Charlies' parents and your own.

The sun is setting pretty quick, the clouds turning salmon and the sky a denim shade. Dean smoothly parked the Impala outside of a small '70s diner, you all climb out and walk inside to find a free table. Luckily, the place seems busy so you assume it's got good food. You're starving at this point so to be honest, you'd eat anything at this point. You sit opposite Sam, but next to Charlie who's already looking at a menu. Scanning the table, there are only two menus. Dean and Charlie are so lost in their own world that they wouldn't even think about sharing a menu. You snatch the menu out of Charlie's hand and usher her to share with Dean while yourself and Sam work something out between you both.

You stretch your legs out and accidentally hit something long in front of you, assuming it's the table leg, you stretch out further. "That's my leg." Sam says, catching your eyes, then quickly looking away. "Sorry," you mumbled, seeing him act so awkward was somewhat charming to you, how his good looks could so easily get him so many women, yet he seems so reserved and polite. There really aren't that many men in the world like this, at all.

His golden eyes meet yours again, but you're already staring back at him. Your eyes widened in surprise, you didn't even think that he'd look at you again. "What?" He huffs, a smirk appearing. Oh, he knows he's hot. A dimple forms and suddenly, you're really attracted. "Me? Nothing. I was daydreaming." You lie.

The waitress comes over and takes everyones orders, and Dean turns around to allow you both to order. He notices how flushed your cheeks are and Sam's sly grin, and he puts two and two together. He nudges Charlie, and they both glance at you, then Sam, then back at each other with a huge smile on each of their faces. "Look at you two love birds," Dean starts, and you roll your eyes. "Please, don't start." You can't stop a simper from taking shape on your face, Charlie slaps your arm. "You two would be so cute together!" She scoffs, you've never seen her this happy about something before, it's almost scary.

"No, it's far too soon to say anything like that, Char!" You hide your face in embarrassment. "Am I not allowed to make friends?" You say, hoping Sam would have something to add.

"Is it too soon?" Sam says, grinning from ear to ear.

#supernatural #spn #spn imagines #supernatural imagines #dean winchester #dean winchester imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #dean x reader #sam x reader #spn x reader #charlie bradbury

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itsjustdg · 28 days ago

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Long post but I had to get my thoughts on Hudson & Rex (and certain fans) out.

This has been in the back of my mind for a while, and I think I've finally put my finger on what's been bothering me about the way a certain online contingent are reacting to the imagined idea that John Reardon has been forced out of Hudson & Rex.

TL;DR - We have nothing to go on that John's not returning and anyone who feels owed an answer by the studio/actors/dog handlers who have no say over the studio's decisions needs to take a good long look at everything. Use some critical thinking skills and just breathe for a second. And maybe some compassion for the fact that John nearly died half a year ago.

(And spamming every social media account related to the show demanding answers is not going to get anyone what they want. In fact, it's highly likely to do the opposite and I'm not surprised people's comments have been deleted. Especially for all the tangential people - but even for John! - they're probably pretty miserable to get yet another contact about this.)

More below the cut.

First off, let me say I'm a huge fan of the show. This is probably one of the first shows in a while that I got so into so fast. It has a lot of the things I love in media all rolled into one, I would be upset if they truly did kill off Charlie Hudson, and I've been anxiously awaiting any cast news. However...

None of us are owed a single thing by any studio, producer, or actor, especially not on our timelines. I know we live in a day and age of constant news and instant gratification, but we certainly aren't owed what might currently be tentative, confidential information regarding an actor's contract. If both parties haven't signed a final agreement, then they likely cannot publicly publish any related details. Maybe they're still negotiating. Maybe John is still trying to figure out how much he can commit to for a new season. Because lemme tell ya, acting might seem glamorous, but do you know how many hours they have to put in and how physically demanding even a Hallmark movie is? Let alone Hudson & Rex where Charlie is regularly jumping off of things and fighting people? More on why this is important in point 3.

We basically have never been told the regular stars were coming back. I looked but can't find where the show announced that any of their actors were coming back for seasons 2-7. They just said the show was returning. And... that's what's happened with season 8. The promo materials thus far have been on par with every other season's promo materials. (Because I love the show, but for some reason they never really put out much until the season premiere is nearly upon us.) Did we get an announcement that Luke joined the cast? Yes. Because he's a new addition (and it's often part of the contract that they'll promote it.) Did we get an announcement that Justin, Kevin, or Mayko are coming back? No. So... maybe hold up on assuming John's not returning just because nobody has mentioned that he is. We've never gotten much early promo content, just that the show was back… so why are all of these people suddenly so sure that John's been punished by the studio for having cancer? Speaking of which…

John practically just got the all-clear from his cancer diagnosis. In late December, he posted that it was his first night out since being diagnosed. (And my heart broke at the hospital picture he included because he looked so tired and sick. His "now" picture was drastically better, but you could tell he was still recovering.) Are these fans all forgetting that the man literally almost died not even 6 months ago? I don't know if their understanding of cancer is what they've seen on a couple of pieces of media or if the cavalier way most shows (including Hudson & Rex) handle injuries, poisonings, etc most of the time has warped any sense of what actually happens when a human being is deathly ill, but... illness wrecks your body. Chemo wipes out your immune system. Fighting cancer weakens your entire system. How are people demanding he turn around and come back to an extremely physically demanding role and spend 20+ hours a day on a set for weeks? They might still be figuring out just how much John can physically do. For that matter, John's doctors might not have even cleared him yet and the studio is waiting it out or John may have just recently decided if he was well enough to come back. (Also, he has a wife and three little kids. I'm pretty sure the seriousness of them losing him was a lot to deal with. Maybe he needed time to decide if he's able to fully commit to coming back?)

John's likely still dealing with a lot with having lost Diesel. They were incredibly close. All of the interviews I've seen talk about how much they bonded (they were co-stars for 6.5 seasons!). I remember one where they talked about how they had to keep Rex off-set when they filmed scenes where Charlie was in danger or got hurt because Diesel wanted to tear people apart for touching him. So then consider that John's fighting cancer, and then Diesel gets sick and passes away - and John probably couldn't even really see him much if at all because of him also being sick. (How hard must it be to have your co-star die of the same thing you're fighting? And not even be able to grieve properly because of the sheer amount of energy you're expending just trying to stay alive yourself?) Can we show some compassion toward the guy? And not just wail about how we're being cheated of... well, anything? Like, come on, cancer should put everything into perspective!

Luke joining the cast has 0 bearing on if John's staying. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Luke was added so the show could continue having a lead detective who can fall down a well for Rex to rescue while John comes back to regular episodes slowly. Maybe they'll be partners long-term. Who knows. NONE OF US DO. That's kinda my whole point here. (And yeah, the show is called Hudson & Rex, not just Inspector Rex, but I have a feeling these fans would've still lost their minds when the original show changed their human cast multiple times.) The only thing that the show starting to film season 8 means is they have a required schedule to stick to in order to meet legal requirements with the studio. Which could also have a lot to do with why Luke was added as a series regular.

Can we all just calm down and find our thinking caps? I'm aware that might be too much to ask from the internet at large, but I'm also really tired of all the panicking fans I've seen posts from lately.

At the end of the day, this is a television show that does not actually control any of our lives, and demanding they cancel it and end everyone's jobs in a very competitive industry just because you're upset about something that may not actually be happening just feels really self-centered and unfair to me.

Maybe John's leaving after all (and if he is, I'll be sad). Maybe he's coming back eventually. But also maybe don't harass every single person related to the show and contribute to making all of them miserable just because you feel like you're owed an answer and a specific outcome?

#look i also love this show but there's this thing called perspective #can we please all just calm down #also even 7 seasons is nothing to sneeze at for any show nowadays #i'm grateful for what we've gotten already #Hudson & Rex #John Reardon #CityTV #Shaftesbury Films

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destroy-the-binary · 4 months ago

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Rosekiller

Hey guys! I'm trying something different and doing a fan fiction for the marauders era!

Requested by @bartyslefttoes

TW: Smut

Barty couldn't stop looking at Evan.

He didn't know why he couldn't stop looking at him. His milky white skin and dark hair, neatly slicked back. He didn't understand why it was so hard to look away.

It was Quidditch practice, and Barty was in the changing room in the corner. He pulled his uniform shirt onto his chest, and looked over at the exact wrong time. Evan was laughing, and he had just pulled off his Quidditch shirt. Barty sucked in a breath as Evan's bare chest met his gaze. His chest glistened with sweat, and Barty noticed for the first time how strong he was. His chest was sectioned into pieces, his abs facing Barty, until Evan pulled his shirt back on, and Barty looked away, red blooming across his cheeks.

It didn't make any sense. The Slytherin's were having a party. Why wasn't clear, maybe because they were bored, or for some reason Barty wasn't aware of, but they were having a party, and like hell was Barty going to miss it. Besides, Evan would be there, although Barty wasn't sure why he gave a damn.

"Ayy, Crouch!" Avery called, slapping him a little too hard on the back. Avery was clearly already pissed, even though the party had barely started.

"Hey Avery," Barty sighed, grabbing a shot glass. He downed it quickly. Barty looked over, surveying the crowd. There were a few girls, and Evan, not that he cared. Bellatrix was in the corner, but her dark curls weren't anything compared to Evan's slicked hair, not that he was comparing it.

He wasn't.

Evan was his friend. It made sense that he admired him. Speaking of Evan, he was on a table, his shirt off again, clearly pissed. Some of the girls were around him, and Evan was soaking up the attention. The sight made Barty slightly uncomfortable, and he grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with whatever alcohol was there. He downed it quickly. Suddenly, a girl was on his shoulder. "Heyyy Bartyyy," she said, her words slightly slurred. He nodded slightly.

"You wanna.. get away for a minute?" the girl asked again. Barty shrugged, not really caring. I should want this, Barty thought. So he obliged.

They went into a room, and Barty found himself looking back to see if Evan was watching. He caught his eye, and Evan smiled. Barty looked away quickly.

The girl pushed him against a wall, giggling flirtatiously. Barty looked at her, unsure of what to do. He'd had a few girlfriends, and slept around a little, but he'd never felt anything. Never felt what anyone else described. He assumed he was just broken.

She leaned in close, her breath reeking of alcohol. Her lips met his, and her tongue was already in his mouth. She was not a very good kisser, to say the least. Barty let it go on for a little while, and she pulled away, unbuttoning the top of her shirt with a smirk. Barty gulped. She pulled her shirt off, just in her bra, and Barty averted his eyes. Her curves were nothing like Evan's chest.

"I have to go," Barty said in a rush. He got up, feeling like a dick as he did. What was wrong with him? He was supposed to go crazy for this stuff.

"Did ya have fun?" Evan said, linking his arm. Barty jolted.

"Yeah. Whatever," Barty said. He cleared his throat.

"Only whatever? Come onnn!" Evan said, a little too loud.

"Shuttup, Evan," Barty hissed.

"Come on Crouch, don't be a buzzkill. Merlin's sake, I was just asking a question," Evan said. He rolled his eyes. Barty sucked in. He was so fucking attractive when he did that, and merlin - what was he thinking? This was a boy. His friend. Not a boyfriend. Never.

"Evan, stop," Barty said, and maybe it was all the alcohol, but there was a hint of desperation in his voice. Evan picked it up and froze.

"Barty?" he asked, his words still slurring.

"I'm fine," Barty said.

"Like hell you are," Evan replied. He grabbed his arm and tugged him into a room.

"I said I'm FINE!" Barty shouted, and Evan rolled his eyes again.

"You're clearly not. Stop pretending," Evan said.

"I just didn't like her, okay? Merlin, you're so annoying!" Barty scoffed.

"So why are you so goddamn upset?" Evan demanded.

"Because I was thinking about you the whole time!" Barty screamed, and then slumped against the wall. "I'm such an idiot."

"What? What do you mean?" Evan questioned, his brow furrowed.

"I can't stop thinking about you, and your stupid hair, and your stupid face, and your goddamn smirk!" Barty mumbled into the wall.

"So tell me that, you fucking idiot," Evan said casually.

"Why?" Barty asked. "It's not like it matters." "I think it does," Evan said in a husky tone.

"Why?" Barty repeated.

"Because of this," Evan whispered, and he spun Barty around and pinned him against the wall. His lips met Barty's, and this time it felt right, so, so right. Barty's breath quickened, and Evan smirked into the kiss.

"What if I told you that every time I'm with a girl I think about your messy hair?" Evan murmured, raking his lips across Barty's neck. Barty shuddered, whining softly.

"R-really?" Barty whimpered.

"Really," Evan responded, and he dragged his mouth to Barty's ear. Evan's hand trailed down to Barty's chest, and he splayed his fingers out. Barty shivered, gasping at the touch.

"Can we go to the bed?" Barty asked, almost shy. Evan laughed and tugged him over to a bed in the room. He pushed him against the mattress.

"You know, you look so goddamn sexy right now," Evan said. His eyes trailed over the other boy's body. Evan kneeled on top of Barty and pushed his knee against Barty's legs, making him shudder.

"F-fuck, Evan-" Barty whined.

"Yes love?" Evan responded, and the nickname made Barty gasp. Evan smiled. He toyed with Barty's shirt. "Do you really need this?" He asked.

"N-no," Barty said. He quickly removed his shirt, and Evan inhaled.

"Fuck, you look hot," Evan said. Barty blushed. Evan pushed the boy back down, and he began to toy with Barty's nipples. He flicked them softly, making Barty gasp. Evan drank in his every move, his every noise, every little flinch and gasp. He loved it.

Evan's hands wandered down a little further, and they met the waistband of Barty's pants. He slowly tugged them down, down, down, and suddenly Barty’s boxers were visible. Evan smirked at Barty. And suddenly, Barty snapped. He tore off Evan’s clothes until the other boy was just in his underwear. His long fingers traced down Evan’s body.

Evan slammed his lips back down to Barty’s, and he licked the taste off of them. His tongue gently slipped into the boy’s mouth, and the kiss intensified. Barty whimpered softly into the kiss.

Evan’s hands slipped down to Barty’s ass, giving it a light squeeze. Barty gasped softly. Evan knelt down, and his mouth trailed over Barty’s dick. His mouth tilted open, and he took him. He bobbed his head. Barty moaned, grabbing a fistful of Evan’s hair.

Evan moved his head with such expertise, that for a moment Barty wondered how many people he had done this too before, but then Evan began moving again, and all he could do was moan. Barty began to thrust instinctively down into Evan, and Evan gagged. Barty groaned deep in his throat.

“E-Evan s-stop,” Barty groaned, and Evan looked up in confusion. Barty flushed red. “I w-want to in y-you..” Barty mumbled shyly. Evan smirked in response.

“Shut up,” Evan demanded, his last shred of control gone. He turned Barty over. Evan gently inserted one finger into Barty, making him groan. He drank in the way Barty looked, the way his face flushed and his legs twitched. He started to gently thrust.

“Evan!” Barty cried out.

“What is it, love?” Evan asked, trying to stay composed.

“I need you. Now, Evan,” Barty pleaded. Without further hesitation, Evan removed his boxers. He was already hard, and Barty gasped softly at the sight. Evan looked down at Barty as he began to enter him.

Barty moaned. The sound was sinful, and it was music to Evan’s ears. Evan pushed in, and the two boys groaned in unison. Evan started to thrust, talking to Barty as he did.

“You know-fuck-It took you a good long while to-ahhh-figure it out,” he slurred his speech. “You’re not very-ngh-subtle,” Evan hissed. Barty just moaned in response, shaking slightly. Evan snapped.

Evan began thrusting into Barty fast. Barty groaned, his lips curving up to the sky. His eyes fluttered. Evan brought his mouth down to Barty’s neck again. He dragged his lips across. One of his hands snaked down Barty’s back and met Barty’s dick. Evan started to move his hand, every thrust met with a moan. His hand moved in time to the thrusts. Evan hissed softly as Barty let out another sound.

“E-Evan!” Barty called out. Evan bore his teeth into Barty’s neck in response. Barty shuddered, moaning. He shook slightly. His eyes fluttered. Every little thing drove Evan insane.

Evan started to pound into the boy. His hand was still pumping up and down on Barty, and Barty screamed in pure etcasy. Evan groaned deeply in response. Neither of them had ever felt anything like this. Barty started to spasm slightly, his walls fluttering around Evan’s dick. Evan moaned.

“Evan, please,” Barty called. He was sweating and panting. Evan gritted his teeth and thrust. He hit the spot deep inside Barty, and it made Barty scream.

“Fuck, Barty,” Evan moaned. Barty just whimpered in response, his whole body shaking. Evan could tell he was close, and he started to thrust harder and faster, gritting his teeth.

“N-never knew the moody little prick, Barty Crouch, would take me s-so well,” Evan smirked, but he was slick with sweat. Barty whined.

“A-ahhh!” Barty screamed out. He shifted slightly on Evan, and Evan moaned again. With the last bit of strength Evan had, he slammed down into Barty fast. Barty screamed and shook, and he finished. Not long after, Evan buried himself in Barty and came.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating. Evan smirked softly at Barty.

“You’re insufferable,” Barty mumbled.

“Aw, thanks love,” Evan teased. His hand toyed with Barty’s hair.

“So,” Barty said softly.

“So,” Evan replied flirtatiously.

“So are you just going to forget about this?” Barty questioned.

“No, idiot,” Evan scoffed. “Did it ever make it through your thick skull that I want this too?”

“It doesn’t make sense why you’d want it,” Barty mumbled.

“Barty, you’re the sexiest guy I know,” Evan said, not in a comforting way, more in a stating the facts way. “Well, not quite as sexy as me.” He scoffed.

“Idiot,” Barty groaned, but he was smiling.

The next day at breakfast, Barty was quiet. He barely touched his food. He sat at his usual table, but didn’t say a word. Barty listened to the conversation that Evan was having.

“Hah! Yeah, Rosier, you’d love this girl.” Avery said, food in his mouth. Barty’s stomach churned.

“Merlin’s sake, Avery. I’m with Crouch,” Evan said, laughing. Barty’s head whipped up, and their eyes met. “You are?” Barty sputtered.

“What, you thought I hooked up with you as a friend thing? I’m not stupid,” Evan scoffed. He rolled his eyes at Barty, but motioned for him to come over. Barty smiled, and entitledly sat right in Evan’s lap. Evan startled for a moment, but recovered quickly and smirked softly. He pet Barty’s hair softly, a tiny hint of tenderness.

They had found each other.

#fanfic #original work #fan fiction #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch #marauders era #evan x barty #smut #angst #queer #gay ships #fandom ships

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dustmusings · 10 months ago

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technical devotion, part seventeen: taken

a/n: it's echo day!!! that's why i'm posting this two days late.... definitely not because this chapter put me in a massive rut..... aha, nothing like that.

warnings: canon typical violence, someone held at gun(blaster)point, some unwarranted touching, angry clone nose scrunch hehe

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Echo awoke to an empty bed, in an empty room. The silence was stifling, and he let out a long breath to break the uncomfortable feeling.

In the two times he'd stayed with Kan, she had not remained in the bed when he had woken up, just leaving the bed lingering with her scent. He would give anything to wake up to the sight of her, the feel of her, alongside that divine scent, just once. He was sure that he could die a happy man then.

He eventually hauled himself from the bed, noting how little discomfort he got from the injury he had sustained to his back, and also how rested he felt. He quickly pulled on his clothes and exited the room, checking to make sure no one saw him leaving.

The idea of people knowing that he spent the night with Kan was both electrifying and terrifying. In some ways, he'd like for people to know that she was his, in some sense. Then again, she wasn't his, they were just friends. Good friends, best friends perhaps. Echo couldn't stop the nagging voice in the back of his head that told him that even best friends don't cuddle in the middle of the night, that they don't intertwine their bodies as if trying to mould them into one.

He also wouldn't presume that Kan would want anyone knowing he stayed with her, in fact, he assumed the opposite. He wouldn't embarrass her in such a way. So, he was careful in making sure nobody saw him leave, tiptoeing away quickly. He made his way down the hall and opened the door to the command room, finding Rex and Kan bent over the central holotable in deep discussion. They looked up as he entered, and Kan offered him a small smile.

“Echo, perfect timing” Rex said, standing up straight, “I need to talk to you about this mission”

“What about it?”

“I'm going to need you to lead the main objective” Rex informed him.

Echo drew his eyebrows together, “Why not you?”

“I'll be Kan's backup”

Echo looked between the two of them for a moment, his lips pressed in a hard line as he struggled to control his thoughts.

“Rex can I speak with you outside?”

Kan frowned deeply, and watched as the pair of them left, shutting the door behind them. What couldn't Echo say to her?

“Rex, you would lead better, send me as Kan's backup instead”

Rex sighed aggressively, suppressing an eye roll. He knew exactly where this comment was coming from. “Echo I need you to be objective about this. Kan is perfectly able of handling herself and you're one of the most capable soldiers here. She will be fine, I will be with her and I need you to lead this squad”

Echo ground his jaw with indignation. He knew Rex was right, but he felt protective over Kan, and he just wanted to know that she was safe at all times.

“Are you sure that-”

“Echo” Rex said firmly, giving him a knowing look, “I understand, okay? I know you want to keep her safe, but she signed up for this rebellion and she knows as well as you and I that there are certain risks involved”

“But-”

“She wants to do this Echo” Rex cut him off, “You know what she's like, she wants to help and we need her on this mission. I'm sorry, but this is final”

Echo sighed, “Fine”

Rex walked back into the command room, and Echo looked up and met Kan’s eyes from the doorway. She looked confused, maybe even a little hurt, and he felt awful for being the reason why. He offered her a small smile as he joined them in the room, but it clearly did little to ease her worries. As he came to rest beside her, and they continued finalising the mission plan, he hooked his pinky finger with hers, the silent reassurance that everything was fine.

Kan relaxed. She could ask him about it later.

Kan stepped off of the ship, taking in her surroundings. It was a forest of some sort, large trees shrouding her and the clones in darkness, not that there was much light left to begin with. It was a little wet underfoot, but there were also dry leaves scattered about as if they had just fallen from the trees, clueing her in to the season the planet was in. Echo was quick to be at her side, his eyes scanning around what could be seen in the darkness for any immediate threats.

“This way” Rex gestured, leading the group.

The clones all followed after him silently, leaves crunching beneath their feet. Kan noticed Echo sticking close to her side and bit the inside her of her cheek, confused thoughts swirling inside her head. She watched the way he would look at her, almost as of to make sure she was still there, and then survey the environment, looking ahead of them and to their feet.

“Echo, I can handle myself, you don't need to look out for me” Kan said, hoping her assessment of the situation was correct.

Echo sighed, looking to his own feet, “I know, I'm sorry”

“It's okay” Kan said quietly, smiling up at him and gripping his hand for just a second.

He gave her a small sheepish smile in return as his heart lurched at the feeling of her hand finding his in the darkness, and they continued on their journey. Kan then cleared her throat.

“Uh, what were you talking to Rex about yesterday?” She asked, her voice a little hesitant, as if holding back how much she really cared to know.

Echo gave her a puzzled look, “When?”

“When you came into the command room, you didn’t want to say something in front of me” Kan replied, then quickly turned the words over again in her head, “I mean- sorry, if you don’t want to share with me that’s okay, of course”

“It’s not that” Echo sighed, “I was just asking if I could go with you instead of Rex”

“Oh” Kan said quietly, “Why?”

Echo chuckled a little. To him, and everyone around him, his monstrous crush on Kan was so painfully obvious that it was just getting a little ridiculous that she hadn’t noticed, or at least said anything. He reckoned that she in fact hadn’t noticed, or perhaps she would not afford him the small touches that she did; the gentle grip of his hand, the intertwining of their pinkies when one of them was nervous, the short squeezing hugs when she was excited. And no less, letting him stay with her in her bunk. He figured that Kan had absolutely no clue. Somehow that all made sense to him.

“I just want to keep you safe M’aira” He said lowly, casting a glance her way.

Kan’s heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, thank you” She spoke unsurely, not entirely certain of how to respond.

Echo huffed a small laugh, “You’re welcome, I guess”

Kan couldn’t stop the broad grin that spread across her face. It was getting harder to act like Echo didn’t affect her at all. Everything he said and did just made her so giddy, and she had to admit that she truly enjoyed it. It was fun to exist in this space, where she felt like she was on the cusp of admitting her feelings for him, with some kind of palpable but pleasant tension building. It was equally terrifying and electrifying.

It was almost seven klicks of walking before they reached the perimeter of the Imperial prison that was buried within the valley below. Rex brought them to a stop, and everyone gathered around him.

“Alright, I don't need to tell you all how dangerous this mission is” Rex began, “You understand perfectly well. It is unlikely that there won't he any push back from Imperial forces, so be careful, and keep them occupied while Kan and I do our part. We'll be going in and out this way, and you're that way. Good luck, radio silence from this point on”

As Kan turned away, Echo grabbed her arm instinctively, making her frown as she looked back at him.

“Be safe, M'aira” He urged quietly, his grip on her arm tightening just a little to drive his point home.

Kan's gaze softened, and she took a step towards him, a smile gracing her features as she looked up into his worry-filled eyes.

“You too, Echo” She said softly.

Echo opened his mouth to say something more, but nothing came out. Instead, he dropped his helmet to the ground and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into a tight hug.

Kan was surprised, to say the least. She had hugged Echo a number of times, but he had never been the one to initiate it before. She snaked her hands around his waist and held him equally as tight, as he buried his face in her shoulder.

“I mean it, be careful” He reiterated in a murmur.

“I will. Don't get shot again alright?” Kan replied.

Echo chuckled a little bit, “I won't promise this time, but I'll try not to”

Kan tutted, “I guess that's the most I can ask for”

Echo lifted his head from her shoulder a little, his mouth tilting towards her ear so only she could hear, “You could ask for anything and I'd give it to you M'aira, just know that”

He then pressed a gentle kiss to her temple and stepped back, giving her a quick smile before grabbing his helmet from the ground and walking away.

Kan was positively dumbfounded. Her mouth hung open as she watched Echo join his squad. Her heart swelled with affection and a desperate longing that blinded her for a moment. The other clones hadn't been watching the exchange, but Rex on the other hand, was smirking when Kan turned towards him.

“Shut up” She rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t say anything” He held his hands up in surrender.

Kan grumbled a few unintelligible words as they made their way towards the way in they would be taking, and Rex held his tongue, electing to wait until after the mission was finished to tease her.

Getting in was easy. Even retrieving clones from their cells had very little pushback. But it was the getting them out that was the daunting part.

Echo signalled that it was safe to move, and the group of prisoners followed after him, hugging the walls to stay as hidden as possible. They ran into a some guards along the way to the ship, but a few stun blasts made short work of that problem. Though, Echo began to get nervous as he heard the crackle of someone trying to comm him in his ear.

“Ech- - We’re g- - -eave, don- -eed-”

It was Rex, but with the limited information, Echo couldn’t tell whether or not he was in trouble. He didn’t sound especially distressed, but Echo’s heart leapt to his throat nevertheless.

“Rex? You’re not coming in clear. What’s the matter?”

He didn’t get any sort of reply, not even static, which just worried him even more. Once he had got the clone prisoners settled in the ship, which had been brought to the landing platform on his command, he grabbed Howzer to let his worries be known.

“I think something might have gone wrong on Rex and Kan’s end” He informed him, and Howzer’s eyes widened.

“What kind of something? Why?” He asked hurriedly.

“I don’t know, Rex was trying to contact me and it was breaking up, and now he’s not responding at all”

“Kriff” Howzer ran a hand through his hair, “What should we do?”

Echo looked towards Gregor and realised he had been listening in, “Can you hold the fort here while we go back in?”

“I’m on it” Gregor gave him a small salute and that was all Echo needed to turn on his heel and bound back towards the base.

Echo and Howzer ran through the prison, towards the area that they knew Kan and Rex to be in from the mission briefing. They ran past the unconscious bodies of the guards which they had incapacitated previously, and came upon conscious ones to which they had the same solution. As they got close Echo tried contacting Rex again.

“Rex? Rex, come i-”

“Ah! Perfect, just who I’m looking for” A cold, sneering voice interrupted Echo as he rounded the corner, “And you came to me, how opportune”

Echo whipped out his blaster but the stormtroopers surrounding the Imperial officer did the same. Echo could see that the officer had hold of Rex’s comm, but Rex was nowhere to be seen.

“Echo? Was it?” The Imperial rocked forwards onto the balls of his feet, hands clasped behind his back, “I hope you know I have troops on the way to retrieve my prisoners”

Echo scrunched up his face, refusing to give any of his own commentary on the matter.

“Don’t you care at all? And I thought clones were supposed to be fiercely loyal”

“You don’t know anything about us” Howzer piped up, his nose scrunching in disgust to match Echo’s.

“Do I not?” The man said impassively, his head tilted to the side.

Howzer growled from beside Echo with frustration, “Give us back our brother”

“Hm, perhaps” The officer seemed to be considering it for a moment, his finger tapping at his chin. “Or perhaps not” He shrugged and then called out, “Bring him out”

A pair of stormtroopers dragged in Rex from a side door, hanging limp as they held him under his arms and throwing him onto the ground. He knelt before his brothers, his head hung and wrists bound together. Echo was so sure that Rex would never have the fight beaten out of him, but here he was, beaten and broken, defeated on the floor. Echo could only thank the stars that somehow Kan had avoided this confrontation, and the imperial noticed him let out a small breath.

“Oh, and how could I forget” The officer grinned sadistically, “Bring out the other one too”

To Echo’s horror, a stormtrooper then dragged in Kan, holding her by the hair while her hands were bound in front of her. She was resisting, but had a cloth tied around her mouth, stopping her cries from being coherent. She was thrown onto the floor next to Rex, her knees hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

“Now, troopers, I'll make you a deal” The officer continued, “I'll let you take one of them, a show of good will, and I'll keep the other, if you just tell me which one you want”

Echo couldn't speak, he couldn't breathe. It felt as if the wind had been kicked out of him as he took in the sight of the two people he cared for most, kneeling before him in such a state.

The imperial continued, “Of course, I don’t expect you or any of your pathetic brothers to actually make it off this planet, but all the same, I’ll be kind enough to let you hope”

Echo knew the man was stalling for time, and he knew that he was letting it happen, but he couldn’t find anything to say, even to spew insults at him.

“Come on, or I'll have to choose for you” The imperial officer said with a mock impatience.

Echo looked to Kan, and she shook her head slowly at him. He couldn't in good conscience choose either of them, but the idea of leaving Kan in the hands of these monsters turned his stomach.

“Alright too late” The imperial huffed after a minute, and pushed Rex forwards, “Have him, I'm keeping the girl”

Howzer rushed to receive Rex, taking his arm around his shoulders and bringing him to stand beside Echo, who had since drawn his blaster on the officer once more, his body practically shaking with rage.

“Ah, ah, I don’t think so” The Imperial spoke calmly, a small smirk appearing as the five stormtroopers in the room all turned their blasters to him.

“Let her go” Echo ordered, but the Imperial just laughed.

“Oh I don't think so” He said, tipping Kan’s chin up to look at her face as he stood just behind her, “I couldn't let such a pretty little thing slip from my grasp”

Kan instinctively pulled away but the Imperial grabbed her neck, forcing her to keep still. A small whimper sounded in her throat and Echo's heart lurched at the sound.

“Get your hands off her” Echo seethed, striding forwards.

“Stay put” The Imperial barked, pulling Kan’s head back by her hair and pointing a blaster to her head, “Or she gets it”

Kan was trying to say something from behind her gag, and now that he had drawn closer, echo could see the tears streaming down her face. His heart reached out for her, hoping beyond hope that it could wrap around her and seize her from this despicable man’s grasp.

“What is it sweetie?” The imperial said in an overly-sweetened tone, loosening the cloth a bit to take it out of her mouth.

“Echo, just get out of here. I'll be fine” She breathed out. Her voice sounded strained, her throat raw and aching.

“I'm not leaving you-”

“Echo! Please. I'll be okay, please go” Kan spoke so desperately, but Echo’s desperation to save her was just as strong. He stepped forwards, but the Imperial officer pushed the barrel of the blaster into her temple. Kan squeezed her eyes shut, her head pounding with how tight the Imperial was holding her hair.

“Rex, please get him out of here” She begged.

Rex gave her a reluctant look, but when her eyes opened and focused on him with an unyielding and stern stare, it made him muster up what little strength he could and he grabbed Echo’s arm tightly, pulling him back. Howzer also threw an arm around Echo’s middle and dragged him backwards towards the way out, knowing it wasn’t going to be an easy task.

“No!” Echo was screaming at the top of his lungs, fighting to get away from his brothers, but it was no use. He could only watch in anguish as Kan's defeated form grew further and further from him, out of his grasp and into the Empire's.

Echo continued to protest in desperate cries, not even paying attention to the blaster fire that ripped through the air when they made it to the landing platform. When Gregor’s eyes locked onto his brothers dragging one of their own back to the ship, he threw his blaster to one of the others and sprinted for the controls, closing the hatch once they were aboard and leaving with immediacy.

“No! We have to go back!” Echo argued with Rex, his face stern but his cracking voice betraying his desperation.

“Echo, we will. We’ll get her back, okay?” Rex tried to soothe his worries but it was no use.

“We can’t leave her there! She won't-”

”Echo!” Rex snapped at him, grabbing his arms, “Kan is strong, you know that. She will be fine, and we will go back for her as soon as possible”

Echo’s chest heaved, tired and out of breath from screaming. He wordlessly slumped onto the floor, taking his head in his hands and letting Rex rest a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t understand, she- she was tortured before, if they hurt her-”

“They’re not going to touch her Echo, we’re going back for her” Gregor crouched by his brother and gripped his forearm tightly in support, “We won’t give them the chance”

Echo wanted to believe him, but the sinking feeling in his stomach told him that it wasn’t going to be that easy.

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moodymisty · 2 years ago

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Hello! Hope you are well! May I request some headcannons of how would the horsemen would show support for any achievements of a female y/n? Thank you! (Had to do some presentation on a business case, I worked on to the big bosses and I'm just happy to have got it over with but love your writing and four takes wholesome)

Author's Note: Hey, congrats! Presentations are a nightmare I am not a good person for rehearsed speaking so glad it went well. Here's some cute HCs, I kept the achievements vague so anyone can have their little supportive Horsemen. I hope this is close enough to what you had in mind :3

Relationships: Death/Gn!Reader, War/Gn!Reader, Strife/Gn!Reader, Fury/Gn!Reader (I just so happened to write them in a way that they turned out with no pronouns)

Warnings: None

✦ Death ✦

Death is definitely the most quiet and least outgoing of them all

But you know him, and that even the smallest thing is huge coming from him. Death isn't exactly used to or is good at giving praise. That wasn't something the Nephilim, in particular the first born were good at.

But Death knows you're happy, and it's an emotion that's somewhat infectious. No matter how much he might try to stop it.

He's so awkward, and at one point you think it's because he's uncomfortable but it's more so that he wants to make sure he does it right. The last thing he wants to do is spoil your joy, he gets to see that sort of thing so rarely.

You get a pat on the end after everything, because he secretly thinks it's funny when you get mad about him ruffling your hair.

✦ War ✦

War doesn't do things half baked. So even if he may not fully understand or have the same love for whatever you're proud of, he's just as proud.

Even if he doesn't quite look it. He's always got that stoic face, but he's happy, deep down.

Anyone who doesn't agree gets their ass beat. Like War will throw hands if someone tries to talk down your accomplishment. Even his siblings; If one of them makes a joke War will threaten to make a Strife-shaped hole in the wall.

It's funny (and cute) to feel him stiffen up when you suddenly hug him in your excitement, as he's still often surprised by that sort of thing.

He'll put his good hand on your back and tell you he's proud and even if the words taste odd on his tongue, they don't taste bad either.

✦ Fury ✦

Besides Strife, Fury is by far the most overt of the four of them.

Massive 'of course you did well I know you would, you were silly for doubting yourself' energy. She has complete faith in your competency even if you don't.

You aren't just anyone afterall; You're her favorite human, and nothing as silly as whatever you were worried about completing is going to stop you. Especially with her at your side.

Will roll her eyes if you ever had any doubt you would do poorly.

She'll quit it if you glare up at her, and even though she doesn't know why in the realms you'd ever doubt yourself, she assumes it's a human thing.

Will absolutely give you a hug when prompted. She claims it's too touchy-feely but she won't let go for a suspiciously long amount of time when you do eventually try to get away.

✦ Strife ✦

Ultimate cheerleader. Seriously.

Strife yearns to give you all the support that he wishes he got through all of his dark times, so sometimes you end up drowning in his positive affirmations. Even if he has zero clue what your accomplishment was, he's hyped.

He just has a lot of love in him for you that he has trouble showing you, and this is a way he can.

Also you've always been there for him, even when he's being a self-proclaimed 'irritable piece of a shit', so he's eager to return the favor. It's the least he can do.

If you let him bribe you while you were working on whatever you've now completed, expect that reward. Strife has a tendency to barter with increasingly grandiose and also often lewd promises, so I hope you have the day cleared.

All and all, Strife tries. And even if he's abit scatterbrained, you still love him.

#darksiders x reader #darksiders strife x reader #darksiders death x reader #darksiders fury x reader #darksiders war x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 year ago

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I have been following you for a long time, actually, you are the first person I followed here and I saw that you have emergency requests. I was wondering if you had time to write one for me. So here's the story, the last few years have been more than a mess for me. I've been pretty methodically screwed for the past 4 years. Because things in my country are very complicated and very rough… I haven't had a single normal school year since the year I was in elementary school. First, it was Corona for a year and a half, then there were a lot of missiles, then there was the whole issue of laws and trials and now there is a war… Of course, in the background, there is a hurricane of political problems and next year the war will probably continue plus there will be many problems with the teacher's strikes… and all this is simply אoo much for me, I'm only in high school… I assume that you probably already know what country I'm from… but please let's put all the politicians aside, please… the things you write helped me get through all of this. So if you can, can you write to me about a reader (female) from One Piece or Demon Slayer who went through a very difficult time and all she wants is a few moments of quiet. Just a month or a year or week without fighting or weird things. just a normal life iven if it only for a littel bit. with a happy ending. Sorry for all the truma damping and thank you very much.

(I hope all this is understandable, English is not my first language and I wrote it in Google Translate)

Hi there! I'm the first person you followed? That... that makes me want to do a happy wiggle, I'm going to go do a quick happy wiggle.......... okay, I'm back from my happy wiggle. Things sound very rough over there, but I actually don't know where you're from. I don't watch or keep up with the news. I know there's the stuff with Palestine, Ukraine, and Trump was found guilty, but that's it. Before any of you get mad at me for not keeping up with the world, please know that I do this for my own well being. If I kept up with the news, it would shoot my anxiety and depression through the roof and I just really don't need that. As much as I care about human life and others, I need to focus on my own health and well-being too. I'm happy that my writing has been helping you get through it all, it's always flattering to know that my writing has helped someone and don't worry about trauma dumping, if it helps, I'm always happy to lend an ear. So this is an Ace fic, so I hope you enjoy it and I hope it makes you feel better. My best wishes on getting through this!

Word Count: 1170

Warnings: Female!Reader, comfort

Why had things been so chaotic lately? It seemed as if every time you turned around there was some new thing going on, some new problem or some new drama. It might be fine if it were just one thing, if it was just Thatch chasing Ace through the halls for raiding the fridge or just a few attacks or storms hitting the Moby Dick. Who in their right mind attacked the strongest man alive anyway? But it wasn’t just one or two things. Yesterday it had been Marco roping you into helping him get the crew into their yearly physicals. Last week had seen a severe storm that had threatened even the Moby Dick, calling for all hands on deck. The week before that was an attack by an entire fleet of marines. Before that there had been multiple attacks on islands under Whitebeard’s protection. Okay, sure, you weren’t the only one taking care of things. The different commanders all split up, 5 of them taking their respective divisions to check out the islands, with you joining the second division as a temporary ‘doctor’ in case anyone was injured. During the storm, you’d been mostly taking care of things below deck with the other Whitebeard nurses, making sure cabinets were securely tied shut, glass bottles of medicine safely packed away, and anything on wheels kept from rolling everywhere. That wasn’t the point, however. The point was that you were tired of something new and stressful always cropping up!

Honestly, was it really so much to ask for some peace and quiet? A moment of respite where you could just relax without worrying about the next thing. Okay, sure, you’d had a few days here and there where things hadn’t gone wrong. Nothing bad had happened and life aboard the Moby Dick was quiet, or at least, as quiet as things got on a ship with 1,600 males. However, with how things had been lately, you hadn’t been able to relax once. Always on edge, always expecting the next thing to crop up. How long had it been since things had been quiet on the Moby Dick? How long since you’d had a true moment of rest? Hell, you hadn’t even had time to simply relax with Ace. Just the two of you, laying on the deck, napping under the warm sun; or curled up under a warm blanket, forgotten mugs of hot cocoa having long since gone cold as you slept, leaning against each other. Okay, yes, the two of you were often caught simply napping together, but was that really such a bad thing? It meant things were calm, that you could afford to relax enough to take a nap, that you could sleep. Sleep had been… difficult lately. Tossing and turning as the anxiety of what would happen next ate away at you, waking up in the middle of the night at very little bump and thunk, expecting the worst. Ace had been trying to help as best as he could. Wrapping you up in your favorite blanket, heating himself and the blanket up to the perfect, soothing temperature, lightly humming songs that he didn’t even remember learning, though he’d deny humming if you ever asked about it. Thatch had made you mugs of tea or cocoa, Marco had given you sleeping pills, but none of it helped enough.

Looking out over the railing, you sighed. There weren’t storm clouds on the horizon, no marine ships for miles, and nobody causing any particular chaos, but you still felt on edge. Feeling a hand on your shoulder nearly made you jump out of your skin, spinning around to find a familiar freckled face smiling at you.

“Calm down, it’s just me. I came to check on you, you’ve been staring out at the ocean for a while now.” Ace said, standing next to you, leaning with his back against the railing.

“Oh… Sorry. I guess I’m just on edge is all. There’s… been a lot happening lately and I just can’t seem to relax.” you admitted, sighing as you let your shoulders sag, the tension ebbing away for the moment. Ace nodded in understanding, looking up at the sky.

“Yeah. It’s been pretty busy lately. I can’t remember the last time we took a nap together. But I mean, it’s nothing we haven’t dealt with before. We kind of signed up for this when we became pirates. Or… well, when you became one of Pops’ nurses. Besides, it’ll be fine, we’ll manage. As long as we’re both alive and together, we’ve got this.” Ace smiled at you as he tried to comfort you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I… I know, I just… I guess I just… I wish it would stop, you know? I don’t need much, just a month, hell I’d settle for a week, of peace and quiet. No attacks, no storms, no running from an angry Thatch, or Pops telling me I can’t fight off marines because I’m ‘not a Whitebeard Pirate’... stupid no women rule. He has nurses, why can’t I be an official Whitebeard pirate?!” you grumbled, resting your arms on the railing and resting your head on your arms.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s not all that cool being a Whitebeard pirate anyway. You always have a huge target on your back and you have to listen to Marco whenever he tells you to do something, it’s probably way better that you’re not." Okay, he didn’t actually believe that. He loved being a Whitebeard pirate, but he was trying to make you feel better. “If it makes you feel better, I can take you on a vacation or something. We’ll talk to Pops and we can find a nice, peaceful little island where all we do is nap, eat, and mess around.” you smiled at Ace’s proposition, thinking about it for a moment. It would be nice after everything that had happened. A little vacation on a warm, peaceful island. Somewhere small enough that a marine presence wouldn’t be necessary, lots of trees to nap under, a warm beach with soothing waves, staring up at the stars as you drifted off to a good night's sleep.

“Yeah… that sounds nice. Once we get the chance, we should talk to the captain.” you said softly, feeling yourself relax ever so slightly, not noticing the huge grin on Ace’s face.

“No need! Marco’s been harassing me about taking some time off after what happened at Marineford and no one will mind if you’re gone for a little while. Pops has plenty of other nurses. We’ll pack some shit and tell Marco that I’m finally taking that time off. Let’s go!” Ace pushed himself off the railing, holding a hand out to you, making you smile.

“Yeah, let’s go.” you took the young man’s hand, letting him pull you down the halls of the Moby Dick to pack some things. A little time off, that’s all you needed, all you both needed.

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maleficore · 2 years ago

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Daydreaming bg3 scenarios is my full time job at this point and I've had this phenomenal idea on my walk the other day. It's not really a headcanon since it has little basis in canon and directly contradicts some game events and plays with the lore like it's play-doh so more of a AU/fanfic idea, but...

It always struck me as inaccurate for Durge to be referred to as a "Bhaalspawn" since they're literally a PART of Bhaal made into a separate person in an act of (very confusing) divine creation and it really downplays just how powerful and dangerous they are. Especially since I fully subscribe to the idea that Durge is NOT a mortal, but that's simply not in the game due to just how OP it would be to play an unkillable Dame Aylin-esque character and the definition of a Bhaalspawn is "mortal offspring of the dead god Bhaal". So what the hell are they?

The Slayer. Or at least they're a direct vessel for it, more like.

No, really. Hear me out. Have you noticed how Gortash refers to Orin as "The Slayer" in that bit of dialogue when she puts a dagger to Ketheric throat? Except she's not? Not yet at least because the dialogue does not change depending on if you're still the one who has Bhaal's favour or not and she doesn't get it until you piss of Dad enough for him to go "fine have it your way, ungrateful brat". Plus I don't think The Slayer has been used as a shorthand for "Chosen of Bhaal" anywhere else sooo... Does he assume it's a feature of the position since he knew Durge had command over the form before their disappearance?

That's what birthed the first worm in my brain leading to this unhinged infestation, but it's not all -- there's THE URGE itself.

The game fucks it up SO bad on the whole front because it's reluctant to take choice away from the player, which is maybe understandable, but absolutely WRECKS the narrative that it's something to be afraid of. There's what? Alfira and the squirrel? Those are the only unavoidable consequences of having these supposedly violent and divine compulsions baked into every cell of your damn body. Saving your partner from a gruesome death by your hand needs a dice roll of 15, for fuck's sake! It was harder to convince a bunch of goblins to not turn me into an arrow pin cushion. Durge themself has been scared shitless of it their entire life and you're telling me the thing mostly boils down to dialogue choices? That just won't do for me, sorry. In the game The Urge's source is also never really explained beyond "of course you have unstoppable violent compulsions, you're 100% Bhaal's flesh and blood" which is fucking BORING and doesn't make sense to me because as far as I know Bhaal loves murder because that's his domain as a god, he was not a compulsive killer as a mortal so why would it be something that's passed down? No, The Urge is a fucking Slayer thing!

"It also had the ability to incite attraction in others, and remove any negative feelings they felt, or compel an urge to slay in any intentionally malevolent being, whenever it chose."

To be fair this is from a 2e sourcebook, but COME ON. Didn't it strike anyone else as weird that young Durge is mentioned to have slain an entire PALADIN ORDER before making their way to the temple if you're playing as an oathbreaker? Like, HOW? Slayer form bay-be, that's how.

(Can you tell by now I'm not normal about the idea? Yeah.)

All living creatures learn the best from their own mistakes and I think that letting The Slayer take over would be Bhaal's version of letting your incessant kid touch the clothes iron because they just refuse to leave it alone. Bad parenting, but it's Bhaal we're talking about lmao. "Oh you don't want to kill? No biggie, fuck around and see what happens then. I'll wait." is way fucking scarier to me than him just forcing Durge's hand with the butler basically being like "Heads up, master. Your father is pretty mad and your Urge is hungry so you might commit a murder tonight!" right beforehand.

Just the mental image of Durge thinking "I've done it! I've saved Isobel!" and then having the starved Slayer rip itself out of them like it does out of Orin when Bhaal forces her to transform... You see my vision right? RIGHT? And then the beast gets slain because what else is there to do and since Durge is immortal they just come back to themself instead of becoming goo (which is a game mechanic already since their sis is not so lucky, rip). The drama and angst potential is INFINITE. The sheer raw power of THAT being the "Bhaalspawn" reveal because if Isobel is alive that means Jaheira must be there like "what the FUCK are you exactly??" and no one can pretend that Durge is just Bhaalspawn+ like they do in the game. Do they kill anyone? People are bound to be at least heavily injured, especially since they've JUST fought Ketheric's bossfight and are not rested and at full potential.

GOD, I am rotating this thing in my head so fast the friction is bound to make my brain melt.

#will i actually do anything with this?#write a fic perhaps?#no <3 #bg3 #durge spoilers #bg3 spoilers #the dark urge

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remae-freyae · 5 months ago

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Unraveled by You

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Hades’ Perspective

Hades had spent centuries mastering control. Over his empire. Over his emotions. Over the way the world perceived him.

And then she came along.

Remy had entered Underworld Corp two years ago as Mr. Neechan’s executive assistant. She was supposed to be another nameless face in the endless sea of employees beneath him. Another mortal he would barely acknowledge.

But she wasn’t forgettable.

She was sharp. Too sharp. She kept the company running more smoothly than most executives, worked tirelessly, and never flinched under pressure. More importantly—she never flinched under him.

Everyone feared Hades. That was the natural order of things. But Remy?

She just rolled her eyes at him.

It had irritated him at first, the way she seemed unaffected by his reputation, his authority. But then irritation turned into interest, and that was when the real problem started.

So he distanced himself. Became colder. He let her believe he disliked her, let her assume his short responses and sharp looks were annoyance instead of something dangerous.

Because he did like her. More than he should. And he didn’t know how to stop.

Then tonight happened.

Scrolling mindlessly through Instagram while reviewing contracts, he had seen her latest post.

Remy, holding a child. A small child, no more than two. They were dancing, laughing, her eyes bright with unguarded happiness.

Hades had frozen, his mind immediately calculating the timeline.

She’d been working here for two years. He knew for a fact she hadn’t dated anyone during that time.

So where had this child come from?

His stomach twisted. It wasn’t jealousy—it was something deeper.

He barely had time to process the emotions when the next post appeared.

A picture of Remy in a club. Elysium. His club.

The caption: Birthday celebration! Babysitter secured. Time to drink!

Something about it bothered him. The idea of her drinking, surrounded by strangers, unguarded. It didn’t sit right.

And before he could stop himself, he was dialing her number.

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Remy’s Perspective

Her phone rang just as she knocked back another shot.

Remy swayed slightly, giggling to herself as she fumbled with her phone.

"Hello?" she answered, her voice coming out softer than usual.

There was a heavy pause. Then—

"Remy."

Her brows furrowed. "Grumpy Boss," she murmured, her lips quirking into a smile. "What do you want?"

Hades exhaled sharply on the other end. "Are you drunk?"

She hummed. "I only had one… or five drinks."

"Jesus." His voice was tight.

Remy leaned against the bar, rubbing her temple. "Why are you calling me, Hades? You hate me."

A beat of silence. Then—

"I don’t hate you, Remy." His voice was softer than she expected.

She frowned, blinking slowly. "You act like you do," she mumbled, pushing away from the bar, moving toward the exit where the air wasn’t so heavy.

"I don't understand why you hate me," she slurred, stumbling slightly.

Hades sighed. "You would like me if you just tried," she continued, sitting down on the curb, her voice quieter now. "I'm not that bad, right?"

"Remy," he said again, slower this time. "Where are you?"

She blinked up at the night sky, her vision swimming. "You know..." she trailed off, trying to focus.

"Remy, where the hell are you?" His voice had an edge now, something sharp and possessive.

She sighed, rubbing her face. "Someone's Bossy Nightclub. I have to go, I'm gonna go dance some more."

"No, don't hang u—"

The call cut off.

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Hades’ Perspective

She had hung up on him.

Hades growled, shoving his phone into his pocket as he grabbed his keys.

He didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. He moved.

Because she was drunk. Alone. At a nightclub filled with people who wouldn’t think twice about taking advantage of a woman like her—unguarded, tipsy, his.

Not yours.

He ignored that voice in his head as he stepped into his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly the leather groaned beneath his fingers.

It didn’t matter. She needed him. And gods help anyone who stood in his way.

The moment Hades stepped into Elysium, the club’s neon lights cast an electric glow against his black suit. The bass from inside thrummed through the pavement, but he barely registered it.

His mind was singularly focused.

Remy.

She was in there somewhere—drunk, unguarded, and far too trusting for his liking.

The bouncer barely had time to stop him before Hades shot him a look that made the man step aside without question. He wasn’t in the mood for delays.

Inside, the club pulsed with movement, bodies pressed together, the air thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol. He scanned the crowd quickly, ignoring the wandering gazes that followed him—women eyeing him with interest, men instinctively stepping out of his way.

And then, finally, he saw her.

Remy was at the center of the dance floor, laughing as she swayed to the music, her dress short, her hair a mess, glowing under neon lights.

But she wasn’t alone.

A man stood too close, his hands hovering near her waist, eyes locked onto her like she was something to claim.

Hades moved before he even thought.

The moment he reached her, his hand curled around her wrist—not harsh, but firm.

“Remy.” His voice cut through the noise, sharp and low.

She blinked up at him, her expression hazy before her lips curled into a slow, drunken smile. “Hades,” she hummed, her body swaying toward him.

His grip tightened slightly, steadying her. “Time to go.”

The man beside her straightened, his expression darkening. “Hey, man, she doesn’t seem to want to leave.”

Hades turned his head slightly, his red eyes locking onto the stranger’s. “Move.” It wasn’t a request.

The man hesitated, opening his mouth as if to argue, but something in Hades’ gaze made him rethink it. With a muttered curse, he turned away, disappearing into the crowd.

Hades exhaled slowly before looking back at Remy.

“You shouldn’t be here alone,” he said, his voice quieter now.

She blinked up at him, her expression softer, more open than he had ever seen. “I’m not alone,” she murmured, her fingers curling lightly around his. “You came.”

Something in his chest lurched. “I always will,” he admitted, barely above a whisper.

Her drunken smile faltered slightly, her green eyes searching his. Then, before he could react, she leaned into him, resting her forehead against his chest. Hades stilled.

“…Tired,” she mumbled against his suit.

His throat tightened. “I know.”

Without another word, he shifted his grip, slipping an arm around her waist, steadying her against him as he guided her toward the exit.

She didn’t resist.

And for the first time in centuries, neither did he.

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stalkedbytrains · 1 year ago

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Beneath the Electric Sky: Chain One Sequence Three: The Threatening Past

It took Arc almost three hours to bury the information that Io would need to exploit to get in the door.

While he was doing that under Seth's watchful eye, Io and I were going over the truck.

"Why are we doing this?" I asked.

"The number of times I've lost a good con because of the small details taught me to be careful. Especially with these people, if they are as scary and paranoid as you seem to suggest that they are. I don't want them to find some manifest or something that tells them this truck is stolen or the items are actually supposed to go somewhere else," Io said. "See some enterprising employee wrote on this box that this was to be delivered to... Edge Wares? Never heard of them, but if the security is as thorough as you think, they'd have me shot."

I couldn't help but groan, annoyed.

"We're going to have to unload this box."

Of course it was a box sandwiched in the very back which meant that we'd have to move everything in front of it to get to it. I groaned louder.

As we moved boxes Io asked. "So how did you get involved in this bullshit?"

"After I cleaned up everything," I said with a significant pause. Io knew what I meant. "And I joined the military, I went through my basic training, got deployed to Contested Mongolia."

"Ooh, I've heard stories."

"It was both worse than you've heard and not as bad at the same time. But then I had the right aptitude and a bunch of other shit, so I was selected for a secret program to get some beyond top secret upgrades."

"And I assumed it worked?"

I nodded.

"Can you tell me what they did?"

"No. But I can say that you and me are essentially opposites."

"Opposites?"

"There's a reason we needed you for the job," I explained cryptically. Io would get it eventually. He was smart.

"So are Seth and Arc the same as you?" he asked after a few moments of silence.

"No. They wish so badly they can have what I have. But there's a whole series of bullshit to get through to get what I have."

"Oh is this a Captain America thing? Are you the only super solider that they made before getting blown up?"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but laugh. "No. They know exactly how it works, but the doctor is dead. Not from Nazi assassins, he defected and I killed him for it. And I'm not the only one, there's more of me. It's just that they're half-lives were much shorter than mine."

"Ah so more Dead Nine. They're all dead?"

It took me a minute to respond. "As far as I know, yes. All of them but me died within six years of the procedure."

"Are you ok?"

"Io. I really don't know how to answer that. I left six years behind a long time ago. So I might drop dead at any moment."

What happened next would have resulted in me breaking several bones for anyone else. But Io came over and offered me a hug. A tight one. A level of physical contact that I hadn't experienced in a very long time.

There was a bubbling of emotions that I didn't know what to deal with.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, any time. I'm glad you're back and alive Synthia. I've missed you a little. No one else understands my weird love of all the old sci-fi stuff and my references."

I laughed as Io finally let me go.

"We'll have to go out and grab some drinks after this. Maybe have you help me steal that stuff from Filmore."

"If they let me off the leash," I grumbled. "I have a very very short one so me operating on my own is a rare prospect."

Io stopped moving boxes, which was annoying, but I could tell that he was putting together a bunch of things.

"Oh... Oh fuck," he said. "You're not really working with them, you're a part of it. You're the illegal technology they seize."

I sighed. "Yeah."

"Oh that means that you must be... like what? 70%... No... you said that we were opposites and that's why you needed me for the job. Holy fuck. Synthia. Please tell me that I'm mistaken. You can be 90%."

"It's actually higher than that but yeah. I told you that my name was funny."

"Fucking hell Synthia."

"Parts of it weren't necessarily my choice. But I agreed to it because I did get some stuff I wanted out of it. I just didn't know I was going to be stuck here with their controlling claws stuck so deep inside me."

Io took a deep breath and shook his head a few times. "That sucks. Really. I wish I could help more than just doing this job for you."

"There's nothing for you to do, so it's best if we just do this one and call it a day."

"Yeah. Yeah... Well I'm going to enjoy it while we've got it."

Just before we finished up with the repacking the boxes Seth came down to the garage.

"Synthia, Arc is ready to go. You should get your equipment. Io stay here, I have some questions for you," he said in a tone that made it clear it was an order. But he didn't actually say it was an order so the control collars didn't activate.

Gave a little salute to Io as I walked away, only getting as far as around the corner before stopping. I wanted to listen in.

I trusted Io, but there were techniques for getting information that I didn't know if Io would be aware of or could survive.

Seth took his time to get to the point, there was a significant amount of silence before I heard.

"So you knew Synthia before all of this. Fascinating stuff. You have any funny stories or anything we can use to gently tease her?"

"You know," Io started, "there is one story that I used to love ribbing her with way before. We met at the same orphanage in San Francisco. The first time I ever saw her she didn't want to leave the playground and stop playing so she just took a dump right in the middle of the sandbox."

All of it was lies. We didn't meet in an orphanage. As far as I know we were never in San Francisco at the same time.

I couldn't see them, so I had no idea what Seth was doing.

"You're clever," I heard him say. "You think you can lie to me and because I don't know a lot of her past that you can get away with whatever."

"And you're not," I heard Io counter. "I finally figured you out. Arc too but he seems like a weasel so his only threat is who he can run to so he can tattle. You want, desperately, what Synthia has. And you're willing to bite, gnaw, and control anyone and anything to try and get at it. But you're up against the most stubborn woman I have ever met. Even as a little girl Synthia was willing to destroy people like you to protect herself and her friends. If you think I'll betray that so that you can get a leg up in your penny ante influence games you've got another thing coming. Besides I know what Synthia does to people who betray her."

"I see," Seth said after a moment of silence. "Tracing the lives of people with no records, like Synthia, is very difficult. But the more ties we have, the more things we can tie her too the more we complete the picture. And now we have you. We will tie you to her and use that to sink you both."

Io laughed, a bit too loud to be authentic. "Please. You're not the first fed to threaten me. I'm a thief and a conman. I know the game. There's only so much you can do to me, legally or illegally. And I'm pretty careful. I scrub my tracks every few years. So you can probably go back four or five years. But after that you're going to hit a brick wall. So good luck. Let me know if you want to torture me. I've never done that so I'm curious as to how I'll hold up. But I'm not selling out my friend. A concept that you clearly don't understand."

"Perhaps we will have more luck with Lorelei."

"Oh, you found them already?" Io asked with fake interest. "I'm impressed. With only a first name and nothing else to go on, that's quite a feat."

"You know, you are an excellent liar. It will not save you though."

"Seth, Seth. Remember when I said you're not clever? You're not a smart man, because you shouldn't be threatening me before the job. Remember, if I don't do this, you lose everything. If I screw up, you could be trapped in the EM fields, with all of your cybernetics shutting down and failing, which I believe will kill you. Is this the best plan?"

There was another stretch of silence. "Synthia," Seth called out loudly. "I thought I ordered you to leave and get ready."

This was a direct order and I had to follow it. Cursing I left and went to go prepare for the job.

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skzhocomments · 2 years ago

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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 9 - Paint it black

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Chapter 9 - Paint it black

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~Emilia's POV~

Spending time with Jeongin was exactly what I needed. I didn't feel as lonely, and I felt again that I could rely on someone.

Chan's betrayal was still fresh, though, and it still hurt.

He promised he would be by my side...

I climbed back up through my window when my eyes met an unexpected gaze that was burning through my skull.

"Where have you been?" Chan asked coldly and stood up.

"Good morning to you too. What the fuck are you doing in my room?"

"You haven't come out in a fucking week."

"And it took you a fucking week to check if I was okay?! Also, invading someone else's privacy is pretty out of character for you."

"Emilia, you know I've checked on you, just not personally-"

"You can't shut me out like that, Chan. You told me to come here and didn't even have the courtesy to tell me why Hyo acted like that towards me."

"It's more complicated than that..."

"So you just assumed I wouldn't understand anything that's going on?! Good job, Chan, really!"

"You know it's not like that."

This conversation was wearing me down. Just 20 minutes ago I was having fun with Jeongin, feeling alive, and now?

I simply rolled my eyes hearing these lame excuses and took off my jacket.

"So, where the hell were you?"

"Out."

"Alone?"

"None of your business."

"Oh, but it is, and you know that."

"For whom? For Chan the mafia boss or for Chan my boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend?" He sighed.

He fucking sighed.

"Emilia, I think you're making this out to be more than it is."

"Making "this" what? What is "this" then?" I frantically moved my hands pointing to me and him.

I was exasperated. Did Chan really not see me as more than a fuck buddy?

Were all the nights we spent together these past months meaningless to him?

Was I just a fool starting to catch feelings when he quite obviously didn't give two shits about me?

"What, can't even answer that? Did you even care about me, or was I just your pretty fuckdoll?"

"Don't talk like that about yourself. Of course I care about you! Did you see me sleep with anyone else ever since we met?"

"So let me get this straight. You want us to be exclusive, you don't sleep with anyone else, but SOMEHOW we are not together. I am making us out to be more than we are?!"

"I-"

"And what's more, you don't even tell me what the fuck is happening around here. Am I that insignificant to you?"

"No, you're not-"

"Then stop keeping me in the dark and let me know what's going on!"

Even though Jeongin already told me what they found on the baby, I wanted Chan to trust me and tell me his suspicions himself.

But I was only met with silence. And the deafening silence is sometimes the loudest answer.

He didn't trust me.

And even more than that, I felt... he didn't love me at all.

"You know what, Chan? I'm really tired of this shit. This...'situationship' of ours... it's all over. Get the fuck out of my room."

He nodded and left without a single word more, and I just let myself fall on the bed and pass out.

That night -or morning, if you will- I couldn't sleep well. I had nightmare after nightmare, my mind trying to put all the pieces together. An unidentifiable woman. A baby with a hot-iron mark on its back. The Scarlet Rose. Hyo. Bang Chan. Me.

I didn't reach any conclusion, but I decided that enough is enough. So what if they don't trust me and don't accept me as one of their own? I wasn't the one who suggested I should join them in the first place, so why the fuck should I be the one to feel bad?

I dressed up, put on some make-up and got out of my room.

"Good morning!" I smiled at Han cheerfully, who just side-eyed me and replied awkwardly, stumbling on his words.

I made my way downstairs to the big kitchen and found Felix, Hyo, the baby, Chan and Hyunjin.

As soon as I opened the door, the atmosphere changed. Chan kept avoiding my gaze, Felix and Hyunjin nodded at me, then stared down at their food silently, and Hyo threw daggers my way with her eyes while feeding the baby a spoon of... whatever the fuck babies eat.

Fuck them. You'll live. I encouraged myself.

"What a wonderful day! How is everyone?" I asked with a smile that didn't reach my eyes and observed how everyone around the table was acting.

"Man, if the food's that good you can't even say a 'Hi' back, y'all should let me try some too!" I mocked their silence, moment when Hyunjin finally looked up at me.

"Yo, Shade, wanna go have some fun together?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a dumb smirk and got up from his seat, coming next to me and wrapping one arm around my waist.

"Did you want me out of the room so badly?" I chuckled.

Hyunjin rested his hands in his jeans' pockets and walked leisurely in the garden.

"You and Hyo are bad news together."

"Should I leave, then?"

"No." he stopped walking as soon as we reached the small glass greenhouse in the garden. In front of it stood a picnic table and two chairs. "That's not what I meant."

Initially, I thought Hyunjin brought me here to sit down with him, so I was really surprised when he pulled a small golden key out of his right pocket and opened the door.

I've seen the greenhouse from outside before, but since this was Hyunjin's private space and he's never invited me in, I had no idea what was expecting me inside.

It was quite fun to notice that this wasn't your regular greenhouse. Plants were only close to the glass walls, as if to create an illusion from outside that this was a greenhouse. But once you got inside, you could quickly notice that it was actually an art studio.

Canvases were scattered everywhere, several easels with unfinished beautiful works were placed strategically in different corners of the room, and the light was pleasantly flowing from the glass ceiling, giving the space a quiet and calm element.

"Hyunjin, wow... I didn't know you could paint."

"Tsch." He scoffed. "Seriously? I show you this, and the only thing you can say is 'I didn't know you could paint'?!"

"Why, was that wrong?" I chuckled, noticing his eye roll.

"No artistic side to you, got it."

"C'mon, don't be like that. So, is this your secret space?"

"Yea, this is my baby. I'm super proud of it."

"Do you come here often?"

"Only when I need to let off some steam. It's easier to express myself... like this." He pointed to the many paintings around us.

"This feels a bit intrusive, doesn't it?" I asked, looking around. So, this was Hyunjin's 'Overpass'.

This thought brought a small smile to my lips. It felt like we were really not that alone, all of us feeling the same things and expressing them in our own ways.

"It is intrusive, yes. But it also helps. Sometimes it's good to let it all out for the whole world to see, be it positive or negative. Art is a beautiful way to do that."

"So, did you paint everything in this room?"

"No. I bring friends here sometimes that I know would never talk to anyone out loud." He raised both his eyebrows expectedly, making me snicker.

I walked around the paintings, searching for... I don't know exactly. Familiarity, perhaps?

Some paintings were indeed happy landscapes: a sunflower field, two people holding each other and kissing, a smiling child; others, not so much: a burnt down house, a girl's back, the sea; the colors used to create images that made me shiver.

But one painting in particular caught my eye. It was one of the "unhappy" ones. Dark. So dark, it felt like it was pulling me in. It portrayed a lonely man sitting with his eyes wide open in a dark blue room. He had a black cloud formed by incoherent thoughts above his head, absorbing almost every corner of the painting inside of it.

"Did you also paint this one?" I pointed to it.

"No... that one is..."

"Chan... Does he come here often?"

Hyunjin didn't seem surprised that I knew.

"Sometimes. He started making it some years ago. Occasionally, he comes here to add a black line in the cloud..."

"It feels so... lonely..."

"However," Hyunjin intervened again. "he stopped coming here almost four months ago, when he drew this thing here."

He showed me an opened door opposite from the bed. A pale hand had a grip on the handle. How come I didn't see it?

"And he started coming again one week ago..."

When we fought. I thought.

"So... what are you saying?"

"Nothing." He shrugged.

"And what about this one? It seems... different than the others." I pointed to a small painting of a dark scenery.

"Different how?" he seemed intrigued.

"It's like... it's pulling you in. It's so desolate... it stings. I don't know how to explain it better."

"Well" he chuckled "you're pretty on point with that. It was a tough time. Felix got hurt and I... let's just say that I lost it. I'm a fool, aren't I?"

"A fool? No way, dude. It's normal to feel like this for your closest friend."

"I guess." He smiled. "So... anyway, I brought you here and showed you my soul. And everyone else's as a bonus... Will you show me yours, too?" Asking this, Hyunjin went to an easel covered with a white cloth and revealed the canvas underneath: it was empty.

A canvas of my soul... What a beautiful way to put it.

He grabbed a chair and a set of brushes, some pencils and colors, and rinsed a glass of dirty, painting water, filling it with some fresh one. Then, he placed the small greenhouse key that was still in his hand neatly on my palm.

"You can come here whenever you want."

"But wait! If you give me this key-"

"I have a spare!" he shouted and waved while exiting the greenhouse.

What was I supposed to paint?

How did my soul look like?

I closed my eyes and let myself think about how I was feeling.

Hurt. Confused. Uncertain. Abandoned. Lonely. Betrayed.

With these thoughts in my mind, I painted it black.

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