#I love Ixchel and you should too!

[pickelda]

a birthday gift for @dreadfutures: Ixchel and Solas ❤️

[dreadfutures]

WIP Whenever

Just giving myself Solas (Pride) x Felassan (Hope) | Solas x Ixchel feelings

“Help me understand this, vhenan,” she asked. “Who was Felassan?” Solas was silent for a long time, but she did not feel as though he were withdrawing from her. Instead, with her ear pressed against his back, she could hear how his breath hitched, and she knew he was trying to find exactly what to say about someone he had cared for deeply. "He made himself my hope," he said at last, "and I was selfish enough to allow it. “I thought I knew his purpose, the shape of him as precious as the pole star. Our rebellion would have been a lonely, futile trek, without my Hope and the paths he saw out of certain failure. For I once believed the only way to free my people was through war, as war was all we knew, but the cost seemed too steep to ask anyone else to pay. “He tested himself against Lethanavir, the first of the gods we chose to face. A battle between our forces would have lead our nascent movement to its defeat and take our lives—my own included—with it, yet the people set to be sacrificed to slake his thirst for adulation were certain to die without our aid. I would not face the Evanuris on the field, and the massacre would have gone unabated before our eyes. But when the elders’ blood ran through the streets, Hope used it as currency to buy their children’s lives, and in doing so, kindled a fire that would sustain and inspire generations to come. “When nothing but terrible choices remained, he could always find something worth fighting for. Of course I loved him. “Hope made himself my own, a part of me by choice, but he always seemed to do more good when allowed to lead and inspire others. I knew this, and I knew well what I in my pride would reap without him: foolish plans, costly wars, the death of worlds… It was the peak of vanity to believe that I could have Hope without leading him to ruin. “You are correct, Ixchel: to know another so intimately is a blessing among friends, and a priceless gift when love is there. But to know Pride is a dangerous thing, for I believed I knew what my Hope should be. When Felassan defied my purpose for him, I broke him—as I break everything I try to shape to fit my will.”

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

For the DADWC, from the Lord Huron prompt list: "the ways of death can never be learned," perhaps for Talenna?

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO okay I sorta took this one in a different direction :3 this drabble stars @dreadfutures's lovely Ixchel, and sorta loosely takes place within her canon timeline for her fic the Brave Guide :> Wanted to write some Agent!Tal who is sorta new to the group and eager to prove her usefulness, but who hasn't yet adjusted to her new role in the field. So we got some good ol comfort and encouragement from the Inquisitor to help her along uwu for @dadrunkwriting

Rated T: Blood mentions and mentions of vomit (not super graphic but yeah XD) ~1k words

The Ways of Death Can Never Be Learned | By Exalted_Dawn

Talenna’s body shivered with it: a leeching ache that spidered across her stomach muscles and up into her ribs. Her head swam and her chest heaved with great, open-mouthed gasps. She needed air, but each inhale caused her throat to burn further with the acidic bite of bile that still clung to her mouth, making her feel sick all over again. She had already emptied her stomach once onto the forest floor, but her body seemed not to care about that. 

Creators, when would she get over this? It was beyond time-

“Talenna…?”

The crunch of twigs beneath feet heralded the Inquisitor’s arrival. Despite the weakness in her legs, Talenna forced herself upright from where she was bent against a tree and wiped any proof of her sickness into her scarf. “I’m here,” she called out shortly after, her voice rasping. 

Ixchel stepped out from behind a tall bramble, pushing branches and leaves aside so they wouldn’t catch on her cloak. Even with the hood drawn up to obscure her face, Talenna could make out the wrinkle of concern in the Inquisitor’s gold-lined brow. Talenna had taken too long, it would seem, and they had sent the Inquisitor to fetch her. 

Ixchel’s gaze flicked across her face. “The others have moved the bodies and finished clearing the road– we should be ready to leave soon.”

“Aye, alright. Serannas, all be along shortly,” Talenna managed.

Typically, she would have thought the response passible. It had been unremarkable and uninformative– the typical bland answer one might expect from an agent– and Talenna’s tone had been even. Or even enough. But unfortunately, her response could have been the perfect lie and it still wouldn’t have hidden the evidence of her delay that decorated the ground by her feet.

Talenna saw the flicker in Ixchel’s eyes as her attention was swept downward– brief, but just long enough to see the Inquisitor’s worry deepen as they snapped back up to her once more. “Are you alright? If you aren’t feeling well enough to travel…” 

Talenna shook her head. “Ir abelas, I am perfectly fine. And well enough to travel. You needn’t worry about me.” 

“Typically, people who are ‘fine’ don’t just get sick for no reason.” 

Ixchel wandered closer, but before she could close too much distance, Talenna moved to meet her. Not that she was particularly shamed by being caught like this, but there was no need for either of them to linger around for long. 

“I promise,” Talenna insisted. “It is nothing worth worrying about. I am just…” She hesitated a moment, meditating on her words. How to phrase this so that she would not immediately be removed from the Inquisitor’s company? “Untried. In battle, I mean. My clan was rather isolated– most of my experience with taking lives comes from hunting animals. Not…”

Not people. 

They may have only been bandits, but still. When an animal was killed, there was a purpose to it. Their meat could be used for food, their pelts for warmth, and their bones for weapons and cutlery. But there was rarely a benefit to taking a human life where incapacitating them could not accomplish the same result. It was wasteful, and the blood did not sit well with her. It was as though she could feel it dripping down the back of her throat.

Her lips thinned. “I will learn to get over it,” Talenna reassured, ducking her head in avoidance masked as obedience. 

Ixchel was silent for a moment. It was a heavy silence, the kind indicative of thoughtfulness, but to Talenna it was a weight about her bowed neck. A couple seconds felt a lifetime, and her response seemed to sit between them, simply hanging dead in the air. 

Talenna itched to fill the empty quiet, with further explanation or promises perhaps, but as soon as words came to her lips, Ixchel spoke up.

“I have been in many battles, and while it might get easier, I don’t think it’s exactly something that you can learn to get over.” 

A hand touched her arm, urging Talenna to lift her head. Ixchel was holding out a waterskin, a small smile pulling at her lip. “And I don’t think it’s particularly a bad thing for the death of a person to have this kind of effect on people. Just be sure to take care of yourself as well.”

Talenna hesitated for only a moment before taking the offered waterskin. It wasn’t as though she disagreed, but she was more surprised that the illustrious Brave Guide– leader of wars, slayer of dragons, and hero of southern Thedas– felt the same. 

“Serannas,” she said at last. “I believe much the same. I only meant that I will not let it impede our travels.” To prove her point, she uncorked the skin and took a sip. The water tasted sweet, and did help in soothing the burn in her throat. Taking a few solid swallows, she capped the water and handed it back to Ixchel. 

She nodded in approval. “Of course. And if you ever need more time, please do not hesitate to say so. We’ve been making good progress, and we still have a while until we reach Serault. I am sure taking a few minutes here or there will not be a problem.” 

Talenna huffed a laugh. Honestly, she must have been in a sorry state indeed to allow herself to be comforted by someone Being comforted by someone at least five years her junior, and the Inquisitor at that. She was better than that.

“That is kind of you,” she said, a true smile pulling at her lips. “If I ever feel I need it, I will be sure to say. But hopefully we are through with running into bandits,” she chuckled. “I am sure that would be preferred by the entire traveling party.” 

And just like that, the Inquisitor brightened, her concerns swept away like clouds against the wind. “That certainly would be easier,” she agreed, hooking her waterskin back onto her belt. “Though knowing my luck-” The Inquisitor grinned guiltily. 

Talenna could not help but laugh. “Aye– we could fill a whole book with your misfortunes.”

“I am pretty sure Varric is already halfway there.” 

Together, they turned and began to make their way back to the cart. 

“More like three-fifths,” Talenna snorted. “He lets me skim his drafts.” 

[inquisimer]

fic recs

On this fanfic writer appreciation day, I'm going to take a moment to be sappy and sentimental. Whether I knew it or not at the time, fanfiction has gotten me through some Shit™. Even when I had no motivation to keep going irl, I could always count on ffn or ao3 to have that next chapter, that beautifully crafted one shot, that comfort fic that would make an awful day worthwhile. And when I say I could count on ffn or ao3, I mean I could count on the humans behind the usernames who were posting little pieces of themselves online for all the world to share in. So thank you - to my favorite writers, to those I have yet to find, to the ones who write long fics and the ones who write one shots. Thank you to the consistent updaters and the ones who've never posted anything at all. Thank you for being here and I hope you keep going, whatever fic writing means to you.

I've been lucky to meet some amazing people through this hobby and it's opened up spaces to me that I didn't even know I needed. Places of support and kindness and sharing and community and I wouldn't trade the friendships I've made there for anything else.

Thank you everyone for helping make that space possible💜

And now some fic recs! Because my sappiness has sources and you should all check these out (or at least mark them for when you have spoons later):

One-Shots:

Things my heart used to know (things it yearns to remember) by NiriKeehan (@nirikeehan)

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Cullen Rutherford/Female Lavellan | Rated: T | 3,647 words Unquestionably one of my favorite pieces, a gift I received as part of the DAFF Discord Server 2023 OC Swap event. NiriKeehan beautifully captured the rocky relationship between my oc Neria Surana Lavellan and Cullen and filled in gaps in their history that I'd been struggling with since her inception. Set after the Inquisition arrives at Skyhold, Neria and Cullen work to find common ground despite their tumultuous past and the insanity of their present. Features: Cullen is good at his job, idiots in love, mage-templar dynamics

Cinnamon by Exalted_Dawn (@exalted-dawn-drabbles)

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Calder Eikmann/Talena Ethera | Rated: M | 2,870 words My go-to fluff piece!! Calder and Talenna snuggle and share a sweet (and spicy) moment of peace. Oh, and Calder implies that Talenna (a Dalish elf who has left her clan) is part of his family and his mom thinks so too (I'm super normal about it). Features: tooth-rotting fluff, elf-human relationships, masterful dialogue, love is stored in the apple cider

Lead Her Through the Darkness by BECandCall (@warpedlegacywrites)

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Gen, Female Lavellan | Rated: T | 3,121 words A beautiful character study of the moment @dreadfutures' Ixchel Lavellan chose her name. BECandCall does an incredible job with the internal monologue of a child and her prose and symbolism are expertly and beautifully crafted. Features: character study, genfic, ancient ruins, Evanuris, descriptive and immersive POV

last man standing (perhaps) by havvke (Wintertree)

Dragon Age: II | Carver Hawke & Charade Amell & Female Hawke | Rated: T | 6,749 words I'm a little insane about Charade Amell and how little we get of her in canon, so this gift I received as part of the 2023 Platonic Ideal Exchange was an absolute treat. It explores Charade's relationship (or lack thereof) with both Carver and Hawke, expands on her role with the Jennies, and packs a punch with the grief that is almost a given in any story about Hawke. Features: Warden Carver, new POV of canon events, canon-compliant exploration, families of choice

the things we carry by patho (ghostsoldier)

Dishonored: The Knife of Dunwall | Daud, The Whalers | Rated: T | 4,158 words *shows up ten years late to the Dishonored fandom* *subjects you all to it anyway* so like. I know everyone followed me for Dragon Age. This is a Dragon Age centric blog. But it's my rec post and these Dishonored one shots have been clawing at my heart SO go play the games and then come back and read these fics 😂 This one is just absolutely heart-wrenching angst, as Daud and the Whalers deal with the aftermath of a tragedy. Features: found family, found family but slightly to the left, grief & mourning, betrayal, death, hurt/no comfort

the four times daud summoned a whaler who was totally unprepared for it (and the one time they were) by patho (ghostsoldier)

Dishonored: The Knife of Dunwall | Daud, The Whalers | Rated: T | 1,705 words Unlike the other Dishonored fic on this list, this one is just fluff, fluff, and more fluff. I am a huge fan of when writers interpret game mechanics into narrative format and patho does that SO well here, I could literally picture this happening in the game and it was just a joy to read. Features: found family, humor, begrudging father-figure, slice of life

Long Fics:

Dead Pasts and Dread Futures by youworeblue (@dreadfutures)

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Female Lavellan/Solas | Rated: E | Chapters: 170/170 | Complete | CW: depressive & suicidal themes It is flat out impossible for me to articulate a recommendation for this fic, but hell if I'm not going to try anyway. Ixchel Lavellan's story starts with her suicide - and continues with the journey of how she gets better. It is such a rare thing to find a story of recovery that captures the ups and downs, the highs and lows in a way that resonates with reality, but Blue does it. I don't know how, but she does it. Ixchel struggles, she doubts, she despairs, but she always finds a way forward. Despite or in spite of all the world throws at her, she tries to trust and she tries to hope and she keeps fighting. It's a story about choosing hope, even when no one would expect you to. It's a story of platonic love and empathy and morality and theory and lore and minor characters and so much more that I could fill an entire post with this fic alone. This was one of the first DA fics I ever read and it's one I've come back to over and over again. Because it's the kind of message you need to hear that many times and every time I read it I fall in love with Ixchel, her story, and the world and narrative that Blue has crafted a little bit more. If you only have the spoons to invest in one long fic, this is the one💜 It, and the sequel The Brave Guide, are absolutely worth your time.

A Fool's Death and a Hard Choice by RosellaWrites (@rosella-writes)

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Loghain Mac Tir/Morrigan | Rated: M | Chapters: 12/12 | Complete A masterful exploration of what the reunion between Loghain and Morrigan who completed the Dark Ritual during Origins would look like. RosellaWrites has the biggest brain ideas about characters that most people gloss over or vilify - including me! I was such a Loghain hater before they started me chewing on his character and this fic is no exception. They interpret Loghain's harshness and Morrigan's aloofness into the multifaceted, heart-breaking characters that they are. This fic will win you over and break your heart exactly when you expect it (and again when you don't). Features: Warden Loghain, Kieran, Morrigan is a good mother, appearances by Hawke, Merrill, Zevran, and Mahariel, character study, beautiful descriptive prose

Boundless by Exalted_Dawn (@exalted-dawn-drabbles)

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Calder Eikmann/Talenna Ethera | Rated: E | Chapters: 7/? | Ongoing We get so sparingly little of regular life inside the Circle of Magi, I'm a slut for fics that explore that environment. In this one, Ed explores what is "normal" for a circle mage and how Talenna, as a Dalish elf forced into the Circle, experiences, handles, and fights back against that. Talenna is a spitfire and she plays off the other characters that Ed created in a tantalizingly intense narrative. A must read for circle mage, Templar, and Dalish lovers alike! Features: day-to-day life in a Circle tower, mage-templar dynamics, hurt/comfort, star-crossed lovers, fluff and angst

Letters to the Dead by Demarogue (@demawrites)

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Female Lavellan/Cullen Rutherford | Rated: E | Chapters: 7/? | Ongoing This one is for the ones like me, who broke up with Solas and ran off to see if you could romance Cullen afterward - you can! It's great! And also super heartbreaking if you think about it. And Demarogue has clearly thought about it. Told through a narrative in the present and letters that Niva Lavellan writes to an absent Solas, she weaves a tale of loss, grief, mourning, and (ultimately) recovery, with enough humor to break the tension along the way. Features: solavellan breakup, post-Corypheus battle Inquisition, unresolved tension of all kinds, beautiful exploration of how Cullen would feel about being Lavellan's rebound, idiots to lovers, friends to lovers

Keeping Secrets by ElvenSemi (@elvensemi)

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Original Female Character/Solas | Rated: E | Chapters: 114/? | Ongoing Another one of my comfort fics, no question. This fic is heavy on the plot in all of the best ways - ElvenSemi's OC Emma is the linguist that the Inquisition hires to translate the dragon tome for Frederic of Serault. I love when authors fill in the gaps of canon or bend the canon details to fit their own ideas like that and it works SO well here. Emma is smooth and awkward and clever - she's well thought out and full of surprises and ElvenSemi writes with a strong voice that's a joy to read. It's the Inquisition behind the scenes, from the perspective of one of the people they're sheltering, rather than the higher ups who are running things (although there's certainly some of that too). Features: Skyhold lore and meta, lore and meta in general, the slowest burn Solas arc, lots of Bull/Chargers content, a very well done Sera subplot, so many minor characters in the most interesting ways, sad Tabris content, literally the Worst™ Inquisitor and Hawke ever (affectionate. kind of.), scary Leliana & Cassandra, bestie Dorian & bestie Varric, bards! so much barding, angst and hurt/comfort to the MAX

Temperance and Templars by NiriKeehan (@nirikeehan)

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Female Trevelyan/Cullen Rutherford | Rated: M | Chapters: 4/? | Ongoing A Jane Austen-inspired AU where Cullen is a private Templar hired by the Trevelyans to keep their mage daughter under control without taking her to the Circle. Cullen has other orders from his superiors, of course. I love a canon-adjacent AU (where the characters could be like this, even if they aren't actually) and this is no exception. It's a light and fluffy story for the most part, and explores what Cullen and the Inquisitor's dynamic might have been like if they were a bit younger (and not responsible for saving the world from multiple crises). Features: mage-templar dynamics, nobility, protector/protectee dynamics, lyrium addiction, political intrigue, Cullen has PTSD

From the Depths of the Void by kawakaeguri

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Cullen Rutherford/Original Female Character, Cullen Rutherford/Female Trevelyan | Rated: M | Chapters: 94/? | Ongoing Another one that's heavy on the plot in a very well done way! It also does one of my favorite things, which is weave together a character's arc across multiple games, namely DA2 & DAI. Liviana is a slave in Tevinter until she escapes and makes her way to Kirkwall. This fic tells the story of her stumbling, failing, learning, and growing, from where she enters during DA2 through Inquisition. It expands on the gaps between games and kawakaeguri's ideas about how that might of looked are clever and inspired and keep you on the edge of your seat while you read. Liviana as an OC has an incredibly well done backstory, that is both fleshed out and consistent throughout the story and will have you falling in love with her as I did. Features: well-developed platonic relationships galore, DA2 crew so well written, Liviana and Fenris bonding over Tevinter Slave Experiences™, a brief Liviana/Sebastian fling that explores learning what love is (and what it isn't), well-developed friendship that predates the romantic relationship, tie in of events from the comics, narratively satisfying reworking of canon backstory, character growth in so many ways for so many characters, well-structured subplots

[themournwatcher]

Fic Recommendations

Here are a list of the fanfictions that I have either read or are currently reading and think that should get more attention!

“Not Another Dragon Age Fanfic (The Lone Wolf Cries)” by dork_trash94 Kieran finds himself suddenly transported to Thedas, and vows to keep a close eye on the Dread Wolf to stop him from betraying them once again. As he finds out, a ‘close eye’ unfortunately means actually being close - and it doesn’t help that the game’s timeline is changing, either. Lots of pining, sprinkle of yearning, some funky Time-bending, and a frequently flustered Solas. (via @fen-harelapologist94 on tumblr)

They’ve also just released the first chapter of their newest fanfic!

“Tea Leaves and Sweet Dreams” by dork_trash94 Kieran was not prepared to meet Solas - the infamous and reclusive TA for Professor Flemeth’s Magic Theory and Application class - in person, in his tea shop. Much less the same academic program.

I am currently in the midst of reading this next fanfic but I positively adore the author’s use of language! Dwarves are not usually my favorite fantasy culture but I have so grown to love the Aeducan and Brosca storytelling here. It is the first part of a four part series so we are all in for a treat!

“Of Diamonds and Dust” by @dragonologist_phd Marja Aeducan and Darvis Brosca lead lives as different as one could possibly imagine. Marja Aeducan, a member of the nobility and second in line for the throne, has spent her life maneuvering the dangerous political machinations of the Diamond Quarter. Meanwhile, Darvis Brosca, a Casteless dwarf rejected by society, does whatever it takes to survive on the streets of Dust Town. When a Grey Warden arrives in Orzammar, the lives of Marja and Darvis are forever changed. Driven from the city by misfortune and betrayal, the two must join the ranks of the Wardens in order to save their own lives. But the surface has far greater dangers than they realize. The noble and the thief will need to stand together if they’re going to fight against the oncoming Blight, the brewing civil war, and the strange surface malady called “sunburn”. Also, the contemporary fic to read alongside it: “And So They Burned”

I have been reading “South” for over a year now and I need it to get widespread to a wider audience. His use of imagery and their idea of Tolkien’s world is so refreshing. They also have a lot of other LoTR fanfics that you should check out, too!

“South” by oxbridge The Grey Company rides south: Through Eregion, Dunland, and beyond.

Other fics that I’m currently reading and think should be shared!

“Dead Pasts and Dread Futures” by youworeblue The Inquisitor’s heart broke after the Exalted Council when her family of friends scattered to the winds. She was emptied of hope as Solas’s power and reach grew. Left with a dead past and dreading the future, Ixchel Lavellan lay down and chose not to wake up. As the Veil began to unravel, and the fabric of reality tore apart at the seams, a desperate ally sacrificed everything to give her a second chance. And Ixchel will never forgive him. (via @dreadfutures on tumblr)

“Keepers” by AkbalKiin A necromage in the plains causes a stir to the local folk. The Inquisition investigates and recruits an elf, a former Keeper, into their rank for his knowledge on Dalish archaeology and his stealth abilities. The Inquisition tests his skills as they close in on Red Templars as part of a plan to thwart Samson and Corypheus. (via @nightmarist on tumblr)

“Une Autre Histoire D'amour” (series) by fondofthehowes Exploring the relationship between Étienne Montmartre, an Orlesian warden better suited to be a bard, and Cassandra Pentaghast. For a woman that long pined for the concept of a man that would sweep her off her feet, she never anticipated that she would not only find it, but that he would be far more than that too.

“Would That I (O Unrepentant, Faithless, Treacherous)” by @thiefbird Saved from Alistair’s vengeance to presumably die to the Archdemon, Loghain Mac Tir is at a loss to find himself alive after the end of the Blight.

"The Lark and the Crow" by @dujour_13 Woljif had to admit, it was a pretty sweet deal. Why not follow through and see what an honest quid pro quo felt like? A couple of days ago he had been chained up, for lack of a proper jail cell, in the moldy basement of the Defender’s Heart tavern, furiously concocting dead-end escape plots. The worst thing about it was crouching in a dark corner on a hard, cold floor and gazing up the stairs where light, laughter, the scent of food, and sometimes even music drifted down, out of his reach. Perpetually out of his reach. Until, of course, this golden-headed half-elf had come down the stairs and made him a deal. (via @dujour13 on tumblr)

"none of us are going back." by @var_bellanaris "We are all going forward. None of us are going back." — Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain The Hero of Ferelden and the Hero of River Dane on surviving past the end of your myth. (via @v-arbellanaris on tumblr)

[goddess-naya-knight]

Knight Industries had a lot of employees.

Love has many names, many forms, and many many different businesses. Knight Industries was asked to focus on the sexual part of love.

Naya was barely a sub goddess compared to her boss Allpa. Allpa was in charge of all of the forms of love but Naya was going to be given a promotion.

Allpa's secretary was gorgeous. A human woman who was touched by divinity and she wore heels and all pink even as she typed away not talking to Naya.

Naya had long curly hair and a oversized soft sweater. She was human before but she did so much good work in the lust divisions that she was promoted to demi-goddess.

Finally Allpa's previous appointment left the room. A smiling woman with ease and no worries on her mind. The former boss of Knight Industries.

She was once a powerful intimidating woman with very large breasts who would look past her breasts and look down on anyone else around her. Even other gods. Naya remembered all the meetings that were held on the top floor of the sky scraper and yet her former boss looked down on her still much larger than the building even sitting down.

Now the woman before her was giggly and practically forgot everything.

"You're pretty." Naya's former boss said.

"Can you fuck me?" The now human woman said and Naya smiled.

"Sure just write down your phone number." Naya said as she got up. The woman kept crossing her eyes as she tried to remember her own phone number to write down not even noticing that her potential date left.

Allpa's office was gorgeous. The view of the city was phenomenal and so high up you could see the curvature of Ixchel and the sunset captured the light beautifully even though it was actually noon.

Allpa didn't bother with a normal desk she reclined in a massive hot tub full of bubbles and pink glittery soaps. Allpa was small for a Prime Deity only 7 feet tall but her eyes were gorgeous, her curves were phenomenal and her breasts were massive even for her size. A tattoo of the planets lined up below her breasts.

"Welcome Naya I believe you know why I called you here?" Allpa asked and Naya nodded preparing to remove her resume below Allpa lifted her finger.

"We don't do that here. I want you to join me in this pool. Take your clothes off and join me so we can chat." She said as Naya blushed before she pulled off her clothes and she entered the tub. Her feet barely reached the bottom as she made her way to Allpa.

So Allpa wrapped her arms around Naya. Her fingers gently pet through her employee's hair and she gently dragged Naya close resting her head against her breast.

The demi-goddesses head was smaller than Allpa's breast and her nipple pressed against Naya's lips. Naya couldn't help but kiss and lick the nipple as Allpa spoke.

"So the previous boss of Knight Industries was less than a good boss. She was laundering more than a little bit and she was keeping too many feelings locked away. So I need someone who is... passionate." She said petting Naya and smiling down at the woman with a near empty head and a full heart.

"So I hear that you have done a lot of good work and you have done good work with libido and lust. So I think you're ready for a full promotion to a goddess. What do you think?" Allpa asked while Naya moaned softly her head full of last, touch, and warmth.

"Think?" She giggled her thoughts pretty much empty.

"Oh right. That's a bit of my presence but you're mind will clear soon enough with your promotion. Although I do prefer it this way. It keeps stress and anxiety away and it keeps conversations more interesting." Allpa said as Naya rubbed her legs together enjoying the warmth and horniness between her legs.

"You should have seen Koka's begging. She wanted to hold her title and I cleared it all away. And with it her ambition, power, and desire for power. Turns out underneath it all she was just horny. She left a lot happier than how she arrived." Allpa said as Naya spoke.

"Horny." She moaned caressing Allpa's breasts. Allpa let out a small moan and she kissed the top of Naya’s head.

"Good girl. Now rest on my breasts, listen to my heartbeat, and when you awaken you'll be a goddess. But as you're going through it all you'll forget everything before, and you'll empty your mind of all thoughts and anxieties." Allpa said as Naya rested her head in her boss's cleavage.

Her mind relaxed further than she knew she could know, she only felt warmth and soft touches. In her dream state Naya felt like she was lying on a soft bed.

She felt Allpa's kisses down her neck and body. Tingles filling up her body as Allpa's mouth made it lower. Naya wanted to ask for more but all she could remember was how to moan as Allpa massaged Naya's breasts and her tongue filled her with pleasure.

Orgasm after orgasm filled her body and with it knowledge on how to be a goddess. Her power and wisdom grew and in time she awoke from her dreams of being Allpa's lover to waking up in the hot tub still embraced by Allpa.

"Good girl you handled it all well." Allpa said as Naya nodded tired and wanting to sleep.

"Thank you goddess." She cooed as she started to drift off in the goddesses breasts.

"Plus you taste sweet." Allpa cooed to the sleeping neophyte goddess.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

People like us; Matt Murdock x reader x Foggy Nelson

*Author’s note*

And here we have the next little fic that I’ve created. Okay so for this fic this (like all my fics) is female reader but this is the first time in a LONG TIME since my Sebastian Stan daughter fic that I made the reader a lesbian. So to any and all LGBTQ readers out there, I hope I did alright with this fic. But just know there are some MAJOR warnings here.

Warning: LGBTQ HATE CRIMES, catfishing, angst, sexual discrimination, besties Foggy and Matty (yes that is a warning cause their friendship/bromance is freakin adorable!!) makeouts (PG-13 stuff nothing too XXX rated).

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I was gathering up the files from our previous case after another win for Nelson (L/n) and Murdock.

“Yo (N/n)! Josie’s tonight come on we’re gonna get our drink on!” Foggy exclaimed.

“Sorry Fog but I’ve got plans tonight.” I told him as I stacked the pages away into a box and put them alongside our few other files.

“What can be more important than a game of pool and endless shots of eel?”

“I thought you gave up the eel after last time?” I asked.

“Trust me, he hasn’t.” Karen spoke up.  As she grabbed her coat and put it on she asked me, “But seriously (Y/n) why not come along with us? This was mostly your case you should celebrate your victory. We’ll even buy all your drinks.”

“I appreciate it Karen but like I said. I’ve got plans tonight with someone.”

“Ahhh, the elusive Penelope you’ve been talking about. Finally made time to see her huh?” Matt said as he came out of his office.

“Zip it Murdock! But yes.” He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around me.

“Seriously this is unfair! Not only are girls attracted to your wounded, handsome duck that is Matt Murdock but there are girls attracted to the foxy, sassy BAB lawyer that is (Y/n) (L/n). Save some for the rest of us will yah?” Foggy whined.

“Aww Foggy. You know you will always be my number 1 man right?” I said as I went over and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him down and repeatedly kissed his cheek which made him whine in disgust.

“So much for loyalty.” Matt playfully jabbed.

“Number 1 blonde man. Most girls would go for someone like Steve Rogers no. If I were like most girls, I’d go for Foggy bear over here.” I said as I jabbed my finger into Foggy’s side.

“Okay, okay, okay, okay. Well anyway we’ll drink in your honor my fair lady! To Josie’s!!!” Foggy exclaimed with his hand raised upward and spun towards the door before trudging out.

“Have fun on your date tonight (Y/n). I know how you’ve felt about this Penelope girl.” Karen said as she hugged me.

“Thanks Kare, I’m just really nervous about tonight. How’s my hair? Is my makeup still good?”

“You look beautiful as always.” She said.  “And there’s no need to be nervous. She’s gonna love you.” We gave each other a sisterly kiss on the cheek and then she walked out of the office.

“Still sure you won’t need a chaperone or at least an escort there, it’s the least I can do?” Matt said.

“No thank you for your offer but the park’s not that far. My bike can get me there in plenty of time.” Matt walked up to me and he said.

“I know. But you can’t blame me for worrying about you sometimes. You’re like the little sister I never had.”

“Same here Murdock.”

“I hope you mean but replacing little sister with big brother?”

“No it’s exactly what you said.” I teased with a laugh.  Matt shoved me which made me laugh harder and I said. “Kidding, kidding I’m kidding! In seriousness though Matt I know. But I promise, I’ll be okay. I’ve got my taser with me and I promise to only stay in the entrance of Central Park.”

“And if anything comes up, anything at all. Just give me a call okay?”

“Okay dad.” I stressed out the word ‘dad’ in the lowest range I could hit.  Matt shook his head at me as he pulled me close.

“Come on let’s lock up for the night.” The two of us walked out of the office building and he walked me over to my bike.  A red Yamaha V Star 250 that sported an LGBTQ flag at the rear.

“Have fun. But not too much fun, I don’t wanna get a call from the police saying my friends are out on the streets intoxicated. It’s bad for the firm yah know.” I advised him.

“I’ll make sure Karen and Foggy don’t overdo it. And I’ll make sure they stay far away from the eel as possible.” He said with a nonchalant wave of his hand.  I started my bike up and revved her up before riding down the road to meet Penelope.

Once I got to Central Park, just like we agreed I parked my bike near the entrance of the park along 59th street.  I took off my helmet and shut off my engine and set my helmet along the seat.  I hopped over the curb and took out my phone and texted Penelope.

‘Just arrived. Can’t wait to see you 😉’ I hit sent and soon enough I saw the little bubbles from our text train and she replied back.

‘Can’t wait to see you too mi vida <3 xoxox’.  My heart skipped a beat as I ran my fingers through my hair and exhaled deeply.  This was it, I was gonna meet my girlfriend for the first time in person.  After seven months of texting and facetime each other, we finally were able to get some time off to finally see each other in person.

I waited and waited and waited.  The night air of New York growing colder and colder by the second as I just stood there. I kept looking down at my phone every few seconds but it felt like hours as I waited for her to arrive.

Suddenly out of the darkness I saw someone coming towards me.  It looked like her body shape and finally when she came under the lights there she was in all her glorious, proud Puerta Rican beauty. When she saw me, she raised her hand and raced over to me and I ran over to her and we embraced each other.

“Oh my god I can’t believe this!” I said into her heavy fur coat.

“Me neither mi amor.” She whispered in my ear sending shivers up my body.

“Ohhh querida you know what Spanish does to me.” I moaned softly.

“I’ll talk to you dirty in Spanish all night if it meant I got to be with you.” I smiled and I leaned forward to give her a kiss.  Her hands cupped my jawline as she kissed me back with a bit more passion than me. Her tongue peeking out trying to ask for entrance.

“Maybe later, right now we better get to the restaurant before they give our table away.” I told her.

“Before we do, can we just—take a stroll through the park. I’ve always wanted to see Central Park but never got the chance to come here since I moved here.” I looked into the park.

I was no fool, even native New Yorker’s know that Central Park was a whole other place once the sun set.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea Penelope.”

“Why not?” she pouted.

“Central Park isn’t just America’s famous park for no reason. At night, especially around this time. It’s a very, very, very dangerous place. Not even born and bred New Yorkers dare enter it’s endless pathways after dark.”

“Come on. You’re a kickass lawyer you can’t tell me you’re not afraid of putting the worst of the worst away but you’re afraid of a little park?” she sassed at me.

“I—don’t put the bad guys away I’m a Defense Attorney. Although my firm did help put away Wilson Fisk but anyway that’s beside the point! I promise you, we’ll do a morning tour. They’re a lot of fun, plus we’ll see all the statues and architecture clearer during the day.” She walked up to me, took my hand and her face right up to mine, her lips trailing along the side of my ear.

“But during the night, no one will be able to see us together. Making passionate love under the full moon and the stars.” Her hand slowly slid down and lightly groped my ass.

“Penelope I—” that’s when she really turned on the Spanish charm, whispering seductively in my ear.  Placing kisses along my skin making my heart race.  “I…..” I felt her drag me towards the park entrance, a seductive grin along her face.  God did she look so ethereal under the light of the moon.

Okay maybe if we just stayed as close to the entrance as possible.  I walked over to her and kissed her once again but this time with passion.  She kissed me back with the same ferocity.

“That’s my sexy abogado.” We proceeded to make out under the moon and stars.  Our hands trailing over the other’s body, our lips meshing together either softly or with passion.  She soon took off my jacket and began to unbutton my blouse one button at a time.  A smirk across her face as her tongue slowly licked her lips lustfully.

Oh god she was so sexy like this.  I knew she had a dominant side and I’ll admit I can be submissive if I wanted to, and boy did I want to.  Once she was done, she removed my blouse exposing my body to the cold.  Goosebumps instantly rising over my skin as her nails slowly dragged down from my ribs to my stomach.

I closed my eyes and smiled and even let out some giggles as she would give me a few tickles on my stomach.  She leaned down and began to give me kisses along my stomach as well.  However that’s when I heard the rustle of some bushes. Oh shit!

“Penelope. Penelope stop. Stop! Shhh shh!” she came over to me and I immediately put myself in front of her.  That’s when three big guys stood over us and a big black man said.

“Well look what we’ve got here boys.” His two goons laughed.  I buttoned my blouse back up and told them.

“Look. We don’t want any trouble here. We were just leaving. If you let us go now, we won’t press any charges against you.”

“Nah see we can’t let that happen. Especially not after what we just saw.” Oh god everytime.

“I know you have a say to say your opinion but you can’t stop two people from falling in love. Would it be any different if either of us were a guy and you came in and saw us making out?”

“Actually it’s a huge difference. See the world we live in, it’s always been one way. Men and women. Nothing more and nothing less. Sure you could cheat or have a threesome but—to see pieces of shit like you doing the stuff that you do……it’s not right. Not right by us and not right by what’s in the word of God.”

“I understand that. Believe me I’ve got a friend who—basically grew up with religion. But does it also not say in the New Testament that God and Jesus loves everyone. No matter what race, gender or sexuality.”

“That’s cute princess, but you’re wrong. All of you are wrong.” With a snap of his fingers his two good came after us.  I grabbed Penelope and we ran towards my bike.  Before I got on it, Penelope pulled me away and said.

“No time this way!” she and I ran down the street with the two men gaining right up on us until she turned us into an alleyway.  We threw down trashcans, boxes, old crates, anything to slow them down until we came to the other side of the alleyway.  “The warehouse come on!”

We ran towards the warehouse and she closed the door before locking it up.  We both collapsed to the ground panting heavily.  I cupped her face and asked her if she was okay. She nodded and I quickly took out my phone to call Matt.

I knew I shouldn’t disrupt their celebration but tonight Daredevil needed to make his appearance (yeah I’ve known about his vigilante acts for a while now. Even before Foggy knew).

“Who are you calling?”

“A friend. Don’t worry he’ll come and help us.”

“Oh I wouldn’t think so sweetheart.” A voice spoke up.  Soon coming out from various spots were more goons.  Most were men but there were some women and they all wore black biker jackets but what sickened me was the emblem on their breast pockets.  It showed the LGBTQ flag however it showed a black line across it like the DO NOT ENTER sign.

Oh god. This is a hate crime gang.  I turned and saw one of the women hand Penelope the very same Jacket and she put it on with dignity and pride as she glared at me.

“Penelope?” I asked bewildered.

“It’s Rita to you bitch. God for a lawyer you really are incredibly stupid. How could you not see it before?” I looked around to see some of the men take out baseball bats and the ladies stroking their knuckles as I saw the gleam of brass.

My heart sunk as I saw the gang starting to circle around me like wolves to a meal.

*Matt’s POV*

I took a shot of my whiskey, god it really was dry not the best but it’s Josie’s so what can you do.

“How do you think (Y/n)’s date is going?” Karen asked as I heard her take a shot at the pool table.

“If I know that girl, she and her lady lover are probably getting it on right about now.” Foggy said.  I rolled my eyes and that’s when my phone recording spoke (Y/n)’s name.

“Speak of the devil.” I said.  I took my phone out and answered it. “(Y/n)?”

‘God for a lawyer you really are incredibly stupid. How could you not see it before?!’ a voice spoke in the background.  I could hear no other voice except for the sounds of aluminum bats being played with. Oh god no!

“I have to go!” I said as I hung up my phone.

“What is it Matt is something wrong?” Foggy asked.

“Is (Y/n) okay?” Karen asked urgently.

“I think she’s in trouble.” I said.  I heard their hearts spike in fear.

“Wait what are you going to do?” Karen asked.

“I’m going to find her.”

“Matt let us come with you!” Foggy demanded.

“No Foggy. I—I will handle this. But call Mahoney and say it’s a penal code 485!” I trudged my way out of Josie’s bar and immediately raced to my apartment.

*My POV*

My body was numb and in so much pain.  I don’t know how long they tortured me.  Each of them took a turn to either beat or kick the living shit out of me.  I was dragged before shoved into a wall of crates. Pen—Rita I should say knelt down in front of me, a snide smirk spread across her face.

“Aww why so glum mi vida? Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I remained stoic as I stared her down.  I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of getting any rise from me.  It was then I felt her slap me across the face, her nails scratching my cheek as I fell to the ground.

“Finish her off.” I heard her say.  A big fat guy came in with the aluminum bat, readying it to strike me with as many fatal blows to the head as possible to finally finish me off.

However that strike never came down upon me, in fact no more pain did.  I could hear the sounds of a fight going off, men grunting and women screaming as they fled into the darkness.  I could hear the men screaming in pain as the sound of their bones cracked before being silenced.  Soon all went still and quiet.

“Oh Jesus. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (Y/n)? (Y/n) please tell me you can hear me!” I was very gently picked up and I looked up to see Matt in his Daredevil attire. Red suit and all.

“Matt?” I croaked out.

“I’m here I’m here. I’m gonna get you out of here (Y/n). I have you. It’s okay. I’m gonna pick you up now okay?”

“It hurts……it hurts Matty!”

“Shhhh, I know. I know. I’ll try to be gentle okay? Ready?” I gave a brief nod and he softly counted backwards from three before lifting me up.  The pain in my leg screamed at me as it merely just hung there limp.

“GAHH!!!” I exclaimed.

“Shh, I know. I know I can feel it. I won’t hold you up for long I promise. Just keep your eyes on me okay? Can you do that for me?” it hurt to nod so I just let out a soft groan. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He walked me out of that hell house and I felt my vision going dark.

“Matt……I—I can’t…..” I whispered.

“No, no, no. no, no! Don’t you give up on me (Y/n). Don’t you dare give in. Not now help’s on the way just hang on! I promise. Here look at me. Who did this to you? Can you tell me who did this to you? Do you remember a name? A symbol? Anything.”

“Penelope…..Penelope.” I whispered.

“Penelope? Wait you don’t mean your Penelope?”

“Hate group……Catfishing…..tricked me.” Soon I passed out.  Matt’s voice becoming only a blur, even his screams soon fell faint to my ears.

Next thing I knew I woke up in the hospital surrounded by flowers, my favorite candies and balloons. And one stuffed animal at the foot of my bed, a stuffed (f/a) holding a Valentine’s day heart to its chest.

“You’re awake.” Matt’s voice spoke up.  I slowly turned but it hurt to move my body.  “Try not to move. Your body is in serious pain. 10 broken ribs, dislocated pelvis, broken leg, shattered collarbone, and bruises on your bruises.”

“Wh—what happened?”

“You managed to call me and I heard you getting ganged up on. You told me that Penelope tricked you into the clutches of an Anti-LGBTQ gang’s warehouse. I-I thought……” he sighed heavily.  I slowly reached out and took his hand.

“I’m alive because of you.” I told him.  “If anything I should be the one apologizing.” The guilt finally sunk in.

Honestly how could I be so naïve? The second she pulled me into the park without a second thought, how did I not see it?

“No.” he firmly said as he gently gave my hand a comforting squeeze. “Don’t do that to yourself. You’re not to blame here.”

“Did you get them all?”

“Unfortunately not. Most of them yes but some escaped before I had the chance to get to them. Including Penelope.”

“Rita. Her real name is Rita.” I sneered lowly.  The door opened and in came Mahoney along with a couple detectives.

“Ms. (L/n). My name’s Detective Taylor, this is my partner Detective Deacon. We’d like to ask you some questions about the gang that attacked you.” An older man around his early 40’s spoke.  He had shirt tuff of dark hair and green eyes while his partner had slightly longer brown hair and blue eyes.

“Can’t this wait until tomorrow?” Matt snapped.

“Murdock you know they can’t.” Mahoney said.

“She just woke up from being unconscious for a full 24hrs!”

“Murdock.” I croaked. I groaned as I tried to adjust myself up.  Matt reached out to help me but I stopped him.  “This is my case. Not yours. Now please leave so I can give my statement to these detectives.” Through his glasses I knew his blind eyes were staring straight at me in rage.

I gave his hand another firm squeeze and I finally saw his body release his tension.

“Very well Ms. (L/n).” with that he left along with Mahoney and Detective Deacon took out his pen and pad and said to me.

“As best as you can remember, tell us everything that happened.”

For the next several weeks the cops and Matt tracked down the remaining members of the LGBTQ-CATFISHERS.  A group of Anti-LGBTQ supporters that make fake dating profiles to lure in any local members of LGBTQ, gain their trust and affection before luring them to their warehouse where they could proceed to as they put it:

“Put the Wrath of God into them and Beat them Straight.”

And when the day of my trail came—oh man it was not a pretty sight.  Of course Foggy and Matt tried to ensure that Nelson, (L/n) and Murdock were the ones to take this all the way to court however since they were my partners in the law firm, the judge saw that it would be too unbiased of them to represent me.

So we went with the next best thing from a mutual firm over at Hogarth’s.  All members went for a not guilty plea (what else) and going up on the stand to stare them all, especially Rita in the eye as I retold the events of what happened to me.

When the verdict came in for all members being tried as GUILTY, Matt, Foggy and Karen embraced me as all members of the gang were given Life without parole.  All of them were in shock that they were given such a sentence for something they believed was not even worth going to trial for. To which the judge told them.

“It’s a new millennium. Maybe you should have a look at a calendar.”

Five months after the trial and life was slowly going back to normal.  At least I could finally walk without a cast anymore, however mentally I wasn’t all the way there at times.

Obviously there was the nightmares.  It even got so bad at one point, Matt actually came in during his nightly patrols and asked me to move in with him.  To which I agreed with and I’ve been living with him ever since.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)? (Y/n)!” I snapped out of my daze and saw Foggy outside my office.  “We’re closing up.”

“Oh. Right. Th-thanks Foggy.” I packed up my stuff and felt my left leg go stiff.  Even though I was out of the cast, I could still feel the pain of feeling it break from the baseball bat that cracked it.

“You okay?” Foggy asked me.  I remained silent as I slowly sat back down on my chair.  My chest starting to tighten up as tears built up in my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I choked out before a sob came out of my mouth.  “I’m so sorry!” Foggy came up to me and embraced me as he said.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s alright. You’ve got nothing to apologize for (Y/n).” he assured me as his hand stroked down my hair and I sobbed into shoulder gripping his suit jacket tightly in my hands.

“Why me? Why did they target me?! I can’t help who I fall in love with or who I’m attracted to why can’t people just accept that and leave me alone? Why try to make me straight? It’s like my family all over again!” I ranted through my sobs.

“People suck. Even in a new age where people can come out openly unlike back in them olden days, some people are still stuck in the prehistoric times.” I chuckled at Foggy’s comparison. “Just know this (Y/n), you can’t let those people get inside your head. Like you said you can’t help who you choose to fall in love with. Men, women, both. Whether you love them but don’t want the sex or whatever it is that you kids are coming up with nowadays.”

God you can always count on Foggy to cheer you up.

“All I care about is that you are a kick-ass lesbian lawyer who redefined the world for young girls like you who think that just because they choose a certain sexuality or gender, they still have a shot of being whatever they want to be.”

“That’s true.” Matt’s voice spoke up.  We looked up and saw him leaning against my doorframe with his cane in his hands.  I sniffled and wiped my tears with my sleeve. That’s when Foggy picked up my box of tissues and held it out for me.  I nodded to him in thanks as I grabbed a tissue and dried my eyes as well as wiping my nose.

“What would I do without you guys?” I asked.

“Still a kickass lawyer that could’ve played for the other team instead of being here with us as DA’s.” Foggy replied.

“If she had Fog then we’d really be screwed. I seem to recall the time she swiped the floor with you at a mock trail back at college.” Matt teased which made me laugh.

“I know. Damn girl I still can’t begin how you did it that day. Recovering from that sorority party and coming to our dorm totally wasted and yet was still able to talk circles around me.”

“Advil?” I shrugged.

“Hey, why don’t we just go out? Tonight like the old days.” Foggy suggested.

“Uhh Fog I don’t know if—”

“I can take a night off.” Matt spoke up.  I looked at him wide eyed and mouth slightly gaped as did Foggy.

“Really? I’ve been trying to get you to come out with me for years since you became Daredevil and you say no everytime. But she gets hurt and you immediately drop the vigilante act for one night.”

“Guess you need to be cuter.” Matt said with a shrug.

“You twisted, blind-eyed son of a bitch.”

“You sure Matt? I know what it means to you and I…..”

“It’s fine (Y/n). Things have been quiet these past couple nights. Plus I could use a night off every once in a while that doesn’t have to involve a victory in court.”

“AWESOME! And I think I know just the place we can go to.” Foggy said.  We all got up and walked together to the heart of Hell’s Kitchen where the best place I knew we would have a good time.

Madame La Rue’s.

The best party bar in all of Hell’s Kitchen.  Anytime someone wants to party or to unwind everyone is welcome.  It’s also a safe haven for those of the LGBTQ community because well—

“As I live and breathe the famous lawyers of Nelson, (L/n) and Murdock have returned to our humble abode.” A black female transgender spoke as her hands were firmly placed on her hips. She wore her usual sparkling blue suit and overpriced pumps.  Her wig was curled to the max and stood up high like a lion’s mane.

Each step she took toward us was with pride and dignity, like the Queen she was.

“Hey Mama Maura Lee.” I greeted her.  She stood in front of me, her form towering over me by a foot and she told me.

“You better give me the biggest goddamn hug for worrying me like that little miss.” I smiled and came up to her and we both embraced each other.

Back in my old state of (h/s), when I was 15 and came out to my parents as a lesbian.  My mother just about had a heart attack and my dad well—he couldn’t even look me in the eye and would give me the silent treatment.  Mom then tried to talk me out of it that my sexuality was just a ‘teenage phase’ I was going through and would try to set me up with some of her friend’s sons. For two years I was living in an absolute hell but I tried to push on and graduate high school as my class’s school Valedictorian.  Within an hour I packed my bags and just drove all the way up here to New York City.

However with hardly any cash and no plan I was practically living in my car.  One summer night, Maura found me sleeping on a bus bench (I had just sold my car to a dealer for some more money but not enough to pay one month’s rent) and she took me to her place for a shower and warm food. We got to know each other that night and she said she’d be willing to allow me to stay in her place till I got on my feet with a plan.

After getting a job I told her that I wanted to go to college and study law.  She then offered me a deal, if I helped around her club, she would be willing to pay my scholarship to get into Columbia University.  At first I tried to reject her offer since she had done so much for me but she refused to take no for an answer.

She told me she saw me as her own daughter and if she could have a hand in helping to make the world a better place, she didn’t care how much it would cost.  And the rest is history.

“How are you feeling dear?” she asked me as we separated from our embrace.

“More or less. Definitely staying away from dating and focusing more on work and of course these two knuckle heads.” I gestured to Matt and Foggy.

“Mm-hmm lord knows these two boys would be lost without you sweetie.” Maura said.

“Hey Mama Maura.” Foggy and Matt greeted her with a wave.

“I swear you both are getting handsomer everytime I see you.”

“Mama!” I exclaimed at her.

“Oh honey can’t a woman have her fun?” she said with a wink.

“Always a pleasure to be flirted by a Queen like you Mama Maura.” Matt said.

“Oh Matthew darling you are a charmer. All the ladies must be falling at your feet everytime you flash them that dazzling smile of yours.” Mama Maura said.

“He’s always had that problem when it came to finding beautiful women. And as always I’ve gotta suffer from it.” Foggy said.

“Now, now don’t get disgruntled Foggy dear. The right girl is out there somewhere for you. Heaven knows we need more gentlemen like you in the world.”

“Thanks Mama.”

“So kiddies, the usual booth?”

“Actually can we get a table?” I asked her.

“Sure thing dear. Follow me.” She led us through the crowd and down the steps that led to the dining area/dance floor.  And right up against the back was a large wide stage.  Dancers and performers were up on stage and some people were already getting their groove on the dancefloor.  “Here we are my fine kittens of the Law.”

Foggy pulled out my chair and I thanked him and I pulled out Matt’s chair as Mama Maura helped Matt sit down.

“Specials tonight are vodka martinis and Mojitos and a new deal we’ve got going on every Wed. is get two cocktail get the other at half price.”

“Think we’ll go with the Cocktails.” Foggy said.

“Coming right up Foggy bear.” She said to him with a wink before walking off.

“I can’t believe you wanted to come here.” I said.

“Why not? You used to work here after all, plus, and no offense to Josie’s, Maura lets us drink for free.”

“When she feels like it Fog.” Matt told him.

“I remember when you first brought us here. Man did we crash karaoke night or what.” Foggy said reminiscing back during our college days together when I first brought them here not only to relax after finals but also to come out to them.

“I barely remember anything from that night. I’m still racking my brain trying to wonder just how you ended up in the room with Suzie and Matt and I ended up with glitter and doodles of dicks on our faces.” I said.

“That was definitely a wild night. Even for me.” Matt said.  Maura came back with our drinks and we thanked her and she said.

“You’re welcome anything for my three favorite kittens. I swear it’s like I’ll need to file a lawsuit just to get you three to come over here.”

“We’ll try better Mama Maura. Cases have just been piling up on us.” Matt told her.

“I know Matt I’m just pulling your leg. The world—is a cruel, cruel place. It needs people like you to help make it seem not as dark or lost. Especially to the folks here.”

“We try our best Mama.” Foggy said.

“I know you do Foggy. I know all three of you do. And I couldn’t be prouder of how much you three have grown into your own firm. If you need anything else, call me over.” She walked off and we bid her goodbye for now.

“Well, here’s to—” Foggy said as he picked up his cocktail.

“Making the world a better place.” I said raising my glass.  Matt picked up his and we cling our glasses together before taking a sip of our drinks.

As the night went on we kept talking about stories of the past and trying to forget the weight of our jobs for once.

“I just remember feeling so afraid of revealing well—you know to you guys. Especially Matt.” I said.

“Gurl please. Matt would rather get his ass whooped tenfold and be standing on death’s door than give you up. Even if he had, you know I’ve got your back and would’ve beat his ass to apologize to you if he acted like a jerk-ass to yah.” Foggy said as he downed the last of his 4th cocktail.

I turned around but was horrified to see that Matt was gone.  His jacket still hanging over his chair and his drink abandoned.

“Foggy. Foggy did you see where Matt went?” I asked urgently.

“Probably to take a leak? I don’t know.” I looked around and could see the place getting a little too crowded.  Now I knew Matt could take care of himself but I also know that he could’ve had a sensory overload with all this noise in an enclosed space.  I feared he might’ve had a panic attack or got lost in the crowd.

“Excuse me could I have everyone’s attention please?” oh my god…..my attention turned to the stage and there stood Matt Murdock with a microphone in his hand and his cane resting in his other.  The crowd and music got quiet as he continued, “I know I don’t come here much, and I’m….not much of a singer but this is a song I’d like to dedicate to a good friend—wait scratch that. To the best goddamn little sister in the world, (Y/n) (L/n) ladies and gentlemen.”

A spotlight shined down on me and the crowd cheered for me.  I looked up at Matt who was just staring in my general direction with that famous Matt Murdock smile of his that made women weak in the knees, but to me it brought comfort and a brotherly love.

A song soon started up and Matt first spoke into the microphone.  Oh my god no he did not.  He knows this is my favorite song in the whole wide world and not just because it’s Kelly Clarkson.

After speaking the introduction, he began singing.  I stared up at him lovingly as I placed my hand over my heart at his sweet gesture.  He extended his hand out for me to take and come up there and join him.  I turned to Foggy and he gave me a smile and nodded telling me to go.

*Matt*

We come into this world unknown But know that we are not alone They try and knock us down But change is coming, it's our time now

Hey, everybody loses it Everybody wants to throw it all away sometimes And hey, yeah I know what you're going through Don't let it get the best of you, you'll make it out alive

I stood up and the audience cheered for me as I walked up on stage.  I took Matt’s hand and he pulled me up on stage we stood face to face his forehead leaning down until it rested against mine.

Like two cats nuzzling each other, he nuzzled his face against mine the tip of his nose occasionally grazing my forehead and I would nuzzle him back.  At the ‘keep your head up’ I felt his fingers lift my chin up which made me smile.  Our hands now joined with each other’s as we both took hold of the single microphone.

When the chorus kicked up, Matt and I stood shoulder to shoulder leaning over the mic as we sung proudly as we both found ourself bopping to the rhythm of the karaoke version of the song.  We then walked towards opposite sides of the stage as Minnie, the drag queen DJ, handed me an extra microphone.

*Both*

Oh, people like us we've gotta stick together Keep your head up, nothing lasts forever Here's to the damned to the lost and forgotten It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh We are all misfits living in a world on fire Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

The crowd cheered for me as I stripped out of my overcoat and let my hair down fully from my bun. I walked across the stage over to Matt and quickly undid his tie which made some of the audience members go crazy. I looked over to our table and jogged over to Foggy wrapping Matt’s tie around him and pulled him to the stage.

As Foggy and I came on stage, Minnie gave Foggy his own mic and we all sung the bridge together standing side by side with my in the middle, Matt to my right and Foggy on my left.

Once again when the chorus came on, the lights flashed and this time the backup dancers in their flashy feather costumes came up behind us and danced while the three of us continued to sing.  Foggy and I jumping up and down before I went over to Matt and he would hold a hand out for me and everytime I took his hand he’d give me a spin.

*Me*

Hey, this is not a funeral It's a revolution, after all

Your tears have turned to rage Just wait,

*Both*

Everything will be okay Even when you're feeling like

It's going down in flames

Oh.

*All*

People like us we've gotta stick together Keep your head up nothing lasts forever Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh We are all misfits living in a world on fire Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just gotta turn it up loud

When the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us,

The people like us

Everyone was now on their feet and even singing along to the song for this really was a theme song for all those who felt like outcasts by some society’s standards.  I stood on stage right while Matt and Foggy took stage left and at the last note of the bridge I sung that note with a proud and strong belt holding it out for a few seconds before panting softly and turning to the guys.

*All*

They can't do nothing to you,

They can't do nothing to me This is the life that we choose,

This is the life that we bleed So throw your fists in the air,

Come out, come out if you dare Tonight we're gonna change forever

I sung the next line while my boys sung in a duet, the two of them staring at me with proud smiles. As we sung the bridge one last time we came to one another with Foggy circling around Matt so that he was facing the audience.

Matt lifted his hand into a fist at the word ‘damned’, Foggy held his fist which brushed against Matt’s knuckles at the word ‘lost’ and I followed with ‘forgotten’.  We posed there for a second before we raised our fists in the air punching toward the ceiling.

Confetti came raining down from the rooftops and the lights continued to flash as the three of us continued to sing up until the end.  The crowd singing along loud and proud.

*Me*

Everybody loses it *Matt and Foggy*

Everybody wants to throw it all away sometimes

*All*

Oh, people like us we've gotta stick together Keep your head up nothing lasts forever Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh We are all misfits living in a world on fire Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us,

The people like us

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just got to turn it up loud

When the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us,

The people like us

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh We're all misfits living in a world on fire Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us,

The people like us

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just got to turn it up loud

When the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us,

The people like us

The crowd went crazy as they cheered for the three of us.  I stood between my two best friends and embraced them tightly as we joined in on the cheering.

We now sat at the bar having a beer and I said after I took a swig of my beer.

“I have not had that much fun in years.”

“And you deserve to have fun! You just had to let it out. LET IT OUT!!” Foggy slurred as he got a little too close to my bubble.  God Foggy was already steering off the path of sober street and entering shitfaced lane.

“Alright easy there champ.” Matt said as he pulled Foggy off of me and put him back onto his stool.

“In all seriousness guys, thank you. Tonight was—a start.”

“Anything is better than nothing.” Matt said as he held his beer up and I clanged mine softly against his.  

[freddiesaysalright]

Just Like a Woman - Part 1

A Roger Taylor x Reader Fic

Summary: You and Roger were once in love when you were young. Only, he went on to be a rock star, and you went on to be a lawyer. Now, quite against your will, you’re representing him in his divorce. 

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/N: Here we are! The full first part of my new fic is here! Thanks for all the great feedback on the preview, and I hope you all enjoy this :D

Warning(s): None :)

Part 1 here we go!!!

“You want to sue him?”

“Yes.”

“For his thoughts?”

“Yes.”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Look, I don’t know how exactly things work in America, Miss Thomas, but in England, you can’t sue someone just for thinking about you,” you said as calmly as you could manage.

“It’s not just that he was thinking about me, it’s what he was thinking,” Miss Thomas argued flatly. “I’m penile psychic. I know he was thinking about making love to me, which I find absolutely disgusting and inappropriate. It severely distressed me.”

Her inexpressive face told you she felt nothing, least of all distress.

“I don’t understand what you’re going for here,” you said. “Emotional distress or sexual harassment?”

“Both,” she said. 

“Sexual harassment won’t make it,” you explained. “You’re his boss, it’s not designed that way. And let’s say it was, has he actually said anything to you that was inappropriate?”

“No, how many times do I have to say this?” she complained, rolling her eyes. “It was in his thoughts, I know it.”

You sighed. “On both these counts we would need some sort of action. Your supernatural penis abilities won’t hold up in court as proof, it’s that simple.”

“Look, I have money, you’re an attorney, do your job,” she snapped.

“I can’t if I -” you began, but your boss interrupted with three quick raps on your office door.

“Bill, I’m in the middle of a meeting with a client,” you told him.

“Ditch it, that case is rubbish anyway, I’ve got something better for you,” he said.

“Excuse me!” Miss Thomas protested, turning to face him.

“You’re the one who told me to take it!” you argued. “I told you it was rubbish from the start!”

“Hey!” Miss Thomas cried, only to continue being ignored.

“What’s this new case, then?” you asked.

“Believe me, you want it,” Bill continued. “It’s a divorce case, but you’re going to piss yourself when you see who it is.”

“I’m a paying client, you know!” Miss Thomas interjected.

Finally, you looked at her again.

“I’m sorry, Miss Thomas, but we’re just not prepared to take on your case,” you said. “It will be thrown out and frankly, we’d charge you just for wasting our time. Have a good day, now.”

With that, you rose from your seat, walked around your desk, and crossed the room to Bill. Together, you left Miss Thomas in your office. She huffed and stormed after you.

“So, who’s getting divorced and why is it a big deal?” you demanded as you walked with  your boss to the conference room.

“This is perhaps the most famous client we’ve ever had,” he said, stopping just outside the door. “Go in.”

Brow furrowed, but excited by the mystery, you reached out a hand to open the door. You pulled it toward you and stepped through. Three people sat at the table, but your eyes were immediately fixed on the one. The blonde man who sat alone. He was reclined, with his feet on the table. He sat up and removed his sunglasses when he saw you. His mouth fell just slightly open. 

Yes, you knew who it was. You just wished you didn’t.

Bill blew by you and went to shake the man’s hand.

“Mr. Taylor, this is Y/N Y/L/N, and she’ll be representing you,” he said.

You met Roger Taylor’s gaze for the first time in years. Those blue eyes brought back all  of the love you’d once felt. But there was even more pain.

“They’ve slept together.”

You screamed and jumped away from the source of the voice you hadn’t even realized was in the room. You whipped around and saw Miss Thomas behind you.

“I - wh - oh - what are you still doing here?!” you demanded.

“I still want my case covered!” she cried, stamping her foot.

“Hold on, how do you know we’ve slept together?” wondered Roger.

“Like I said,” she returned with a shrug. “I’m penile psychic.”

“Get out!” you shouted.

She eyed you up and down like a hungry tiger before turning on her heel and sweeping out to the lobby. You looked at Bill.

“Sorry, I’m not taking the case,” you said, then you too left the room, only you were heading for your office.

Roger looked at Bill. Bill had a thousand questions, but first, he had to get you back in the room.

“Just a moment, Mr. Taylor,” he said, and jogged after you.

You were just about to close the door, when Bill slapped his hand on it to stop you.

“You have to take the case, Y/N,” he said. 

“Why does it have to be me?” you wondered.

“You’re the best divorce attorney in the firm,” he reminded you. “That’s always been your specialty. I understand maybe there’s some history there, but can’t you get past that? He’s...he’s so rich, Y/N.”

“So?” 

“So?! We want his money, that’s the reason I started a law firm! If I’m not making money, then what’s the point, really?”

You groaned. “You don’t understand, Bill. This is going to be extremely uncomfortable. Roger and I were in a relationship. For years.”

“Well, time moves on, that’s all over, time to be adults,” Bill said. “You’re doing this.”

You glowered at him. “Fine. But I’m going to complain the whole time.”

“Like that’s any different from normal?” he retorted. “Get in there and get to work.”

Your scowl deepened. Alone this time, you went to the conference room. Roger had resumed his seat at the table and was chewing at his thumb nail. You sighed and entered, notepad and pen in hand.

“Sorry about that,” you said. “We can start the meeting now.”

“No, we can’t,” said Roger. “Y/N, can we talk?”

“No, we can’t,” you replied sharply. “Let’s just begin.”

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m not comfortable with this going forward, knowing that counsel has slept with the client,” the wife’s lawyer said.

His name was Tim Hooper, and he frequently made comments like these.

“Counsel’s discomfort is noted,” you snapped, taking your seat next to Roger. 

“Y/N, I really think we should talk,” Roger said.

“No!” you cried, then stopped yourself and cleared your throat. “We need to start this meeting, your wife has waited long enough.”

“Honestly,” the wife said. “It doesn’t matter. We’d have a hard time finding a woman in London Roger hasn’t shagged.”

“Hey!” Roger started, jumping to his feet, but you grabbed his arm and returned him swiftly to his chair. 

“There’s no need to get personal, Mrs. Taylor,” you said.

“Dominique,” she corrected. “Or Mrs. Beyrand, if you please.” 

“Mrs. Beyrand, I’m grateful that my history with Mr. Taylor is of no consequence to you, but again, we should all be civil to one another,” you said. “Let’s get to the papers, shall we?”

“Yes, let’s,” she agreed. 

“So, you’re filing for divorce because Mr. Taylor was unfaithful to you, am I reading this right?” you asked, holding out the paper. 

“Yes,” she replied. “While touring, he slept with countless other women.”

“Big surprise there,” you muttered under your breath as you made a note. 

Roger’s glare told you that he heard you.

You and Roger ended before you could prove that he cheated on you, though you always suspected it. He had just changed so much. 

You continued through the paperwork, since there was some dispute over the house. Dominique wanted to keep living there, but Roger wanted it for himself.

“I bought that house before we were married,” he said. “With money I earned from Queen. Why should you get to keep it?”

“Because you’re never even there!” she insisted. “You’re always in the studio or touring, I’m the one who lives in it!”

“It’s my house!” he argued. 

“That you don’t even use!” she shot back. “Why should I uproot the kids when -”

“I didn’t say the kids had to leave, just you,” he cut across her. 

“You can’t separate me from the kids, Rog,” she snapped. 

“They’re my children too, Dom, and if you think -”

“Okay!” you interrupted. “Okay, everyone settle down. I’m going to do some research and figure out what the law entitles each of you to.”

“I’m not comfortable with the implication that you’ll be taking care of my client’s needs, Miss Y/L/N,” said Tim. 

“Then do your job,” you returned. “But I think we need to take a break from this and meet again later this week. How’s Wednesday morning at ten sound? Comfortable enough?”

“That’s fine with me, Tim,” said Dominique. 

“We’ll see you Wednesday, then,” he said. 

You shook hands with both Tim and Dominique before they left the conference room. Then, it was just you and Roger alone. You looked at the ground, shifting your weight between your feet as you thought of some reason to escape being in his company. 

“Look, Y/N, you don’t have to take my case if you don’t want to,” he finally said. 

You looked up. “I do actually have to take it. Did you have a problem with the way I handled it?”

“No, you were brilliant, it’s just -”

“Then we’ll continue,” you cut across him. 

A beat passed. He bit his lip and looked around the room before finding his way back to you. 

“Can we talk?” he asked. 

“Now’s not a good time,” you said. “I’m at work.”

“Can we get a drink then?” he wondered. “I feel like we need to clear the air.”

“Roger, we haven’t spoken in years,” you reminded him. “The time for air clearing has long since passed.”

“We’ve known each other since we were six,” he said. “Can’t we be friends again?”

“I dunno…” you trailed off. “You really hurt me, Rog.”

“I know,” he said softly. “I hope you know how sorry I am.”

“Being sorry doesn’t change anything,” you said. “I think it’s best to leave the past where it is. I am your lawyer and you are my client and that’s it.”

“Y/N -” he began, reaching for you. 

“Don’t!” you cried, springing away. 

His eyes searched yours, and he found you unrelenting. 

“Don’t,” you repeated, quietly this time. “I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

Knowing himself to be dismissed, Roger turned and left the room. You let out a slow breath, relief washing over you. There was so much between you and Roger, but you had no desire to air it all out. You were perfectly happy to keep it inside and never deal with it.

“Y/N,” said your assistant, Jane. “Miss Thomas is here again. She’s demanding you take her case.”

Your shoulders slumped as you groaned. “Fuck it, might as well.”

You walked back to your office.

Roger arrived at the studio in a stormy mood. His bandmates knew he and Dominique were splitting, but they had never seen Roger like this. The three of them exchanged worried glances as the drummer started angrily adjusting his set.

“Rog?” questioned John. “How’d it go with the lawyers today?”

“She wouldn’t even talk to me!” Roger exclaimed. “It was ridiculous!”

Brian’s brow furrowed. “I thought Dominique wanted to talk. That was the whole point of getting representation.”

Roger sighed and let his drumstick slip between his fingers and clatter to the floor.

“No, not Dom,” he said. “My lawyer. It’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

The band all raised their eyebrows at that.

“Rog, darling, why on Earth would you choose her?” Freddie questioned. 

“I didn’t,” Roger returned. “I chose the firm because they’re reputation is amazing. I didn’t know she was working there, but her boss assigned her to my case because she’s got the most experience in divorce.”

The band was aware of Roger’s history with you because they had been there for the end of it. They also knew that Roger had never really forgotten you. Even though he never talked about you, if they recalled their uni days, he got this warm, fond little smile on his face. They knew his mind was on you because it was the same expression he used to wear each time you entered the room. Then his face would shift into that same, deep hurt he felt because you were no longer in his life.

“So when you say she wouldn’t talk to you,” John said. “You mean about anything other than your divorce.”

“Yeah,” Roger said. “I thought that if we’re going to be working together on this, we should settle things between us, but….”

“Surely, you understand,” Brian said. “You both went through a tough time after you split, and maybe it’s been long enough now that she feels like it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, it matters,” Roger argued. “That’s why she won’t talk. It matters too much.”

Brian looked desperately at Freddie and John for something else to say, but they also had nothing. Up until now, they had thought there was no way you would ever see Roger again. The two of you lived in completely different worlds. But now, here you both were, colliding.

“Alright, mate,” John said. “Let’s forget about all that and just play, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect,” Roger agreed, snatching his stick up. “Let’s just fucking play.”

They continued setting up in silence before beginning their session.

At your office, you spent much of your morning trying to dissuade Miss Thomas from her ridiculous case against her employee, but you were unsuccessful. She was determined to sue him for thinking about having sex with her, so you were just going to have to take the case as far as you could. You consoled yourself that at least that meant it wouldn’t be long. Your afternoon was more open than usual, so you found your mind wandering back to Roger.

It had been nearly ten years since you had seen him. Since college. Before Queen was Queen. Seeing the success of the band had brought with it so many conflicting emotions. You didn’t hate Roger, so seeing him live out his dream made you so proud of him. But the constant reminder of the man who had broken your heart was a struggle. So, you stayed out of the music scene and avoided the topic in the news.

You didn’t even know that he had gotten married. That stung. You didn’t know why it stung, but probably because you had always thought you and he would….you shook your head.

“Y/N?” said Jane, knocking gently on your office door as she entered. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you said, voice cracking. You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Well, I was just wondering because the day is over and you’re just sitting here staring at your desk,” she said. “We’re all going down to the bar. Wanna join?”

“Sure,” you replied.

You got to your feet and grabbed your coat and briefcase before following her to the elevator. 

Next door to your office building was a bar where you and your coworkers went to drink after the long hours of the day. It was a good way to unwind, since the singer and pianist who performed there regularly was very good. She usually performed covers and got people to dance, though that could also be alcohol induced. Anyway, it was always fun.

You came to the bar and joined Bill and the other lawyers who were already sitting at a table. You shot Bill another glare just to remind him you were angry.

“Relax, Y/N, I’ve made it up to you,” he said. “Already ordered your favorite, gin and tonic.”

“I hope this is the first of a multi-step apology,” you returned, taking your seat and sipping the drink.

“God, you’re demanding,” he teased. “How does Mark put up with you?”

Mark was your boyfriend. He was a sweet guy who loved his job as a doctor in a children’s ward at one of the larger London hospitals. He somehow stayed cheerful despite seeing some of what you considered the most depressing part of medicine. Children being ill.

“I’m just incredible in bed,” you shot back.

You and Bill laughed and you were one step closer to forgiving him. 

“Might the second part of my apology be a dance?” he asked, offering his hand.

“Sure,” you conceded, setting your drink down and taking it.

He led you onto the dance floor as the song was changing. You nearly let out a groan when she began to play “Tears on My Pillow.”

“You don’t remember me, but I remember you,” she began to sing. “Twas not so long ago, you broke my heart in two. Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart, caused by you, you.” 

“Look, Y/N, I don’t know the details of you and Roger Taylor’s relationship, and I don’t care to know them,” Bill said, distracting you from the music. “But I put you on that case because you’re not just the best at divorce. You’re the best associate attorney in that whole damn office, and I need you to do it.”

You held his gaze as you swayed to the music, shocked at this burst of earnest praise.

“I...yes, alright,” you said. “I’ll try not to let you down.”

“Good,” he replied. “Because nothing makes me angrier than wasted talent.”

“Except losing money,” you reminded him playfully.

“Oh, you know me better than I know myself,” he returned.

You continued to dance until the end of the song. On your way back to your table, a woman at the bar caught your eye. It was Dominique. There was a man beside her who was clearly unwelcome, and when she had your attention, she sent you a pleading expression. Without hesitating, you walked over.

“Dom!” you cried excitedly. “Oh my goodness, how are you?!”

“Hi, Y/N!” she replied. “It’s been ages!”

“I know,” you sighed dramatically. “Tell me what’s going on, love.”

“Um, excuse me,” the man interrupted. “I was speaking to Dominique.”

You shot him a nasty smile. “Yes, well, now I’m speaking to her.”

He looked to her and she shrugged.

“Sorry,” she said in a way that was not at all apologetic. “But we need to catch up. Have a good night.”

With an annoyed huff, he left. You started to leave too, but she grabbed your hand.

“No, not yet,” she said. “Otherwise he’ll know we’re faking.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” you said. “Although, I’m not sure Tim would be comfortable knowing we were speaking without him.”

You both giggled.

“God, he’s ridiculous, isn’t he?” she remarked.

“So ridiculous,” you agreed. “Why’d you hire him?”

“Because he’s effective,” she told you. “Even if he is absurd.”

A beat passed as the subject of Roger hovered between you like a dark cloud.

“Dom, I feel like I should explain -” you began but she cut you off.

“You don’t have to explain,” she said. “I know about you and Roger. He’s told me the stories. How you were childhood sweethearts and dated through college before he ended things.”

“I see,” you said, shifting uncomfortably. “I just hope it really is okay with you that I’m representing him.”

“Believe me, it’s fine,” she said. “I’ve been competing with you our entire marriage. Why should the divorce be any different?”

Your eyes widened as you gaped at her.

“I know he ended it, Y/N, but Roger has never stopped loving you,” she went on. 

“Well - that’s - I - Dominique, that’s just not true,” you said. “If he loved me, he -” you stopped yourself, swallowing a lump in your throat. “He wouldn’t have done...well, everything he’s done.”

“Believe it or don’t, Y/N,” she said with a sigh. “But what you two had is what most people wait a lifetime for. And he’s never forgotten.”

Another beat of silence passed. You had no idea how to even answer her.

“I’m gonna go,” she said. “It’s getting late and I’ve got to put the kids to bed. See you Wednesday.”

She gathered her things, left some money on the counter, and slid out of the chair. You watched her go until she disappeared down the street. 

You left about an hour later when you and your co-workers were ready. Dominique’s words were stuck in your mind all the way home. Each step you took reinforced what you had heard. But it confused you. Roger couldn’t love you. There was no way. She had to be wrong.

You were just settling into your decision as you opened the door to your flat. Only, it wasn’t empty. Mark sat at your kitchen table, a cold dinner in front of him, a candle out of wax in the center of it, and another untouched plate across from him. A bottle of wine was out with two glasses served. Flowers that were already wilting were in his hand. He looked at you sourly.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said bitterly. “Happy fucking anniversary.”

[lnfours]

meet me in the hallway | t.h

summary: moving to college meant you had to leave everything behind, including the boy you had the most special connection with.

warnings: college!au, language, drinking, partying, let me know if you guys would want this turned into a series!!

wc: 1k

masterlist | ’meet me in the hallway’ by harry styles

you hadn’t expected the party to be this big, but yet again, does harrison even know the word ‘subtle’? you walked in, gift bag in hand for the birthday boy and you immediately spotted tuwaine, who of course, made a big deal of your arrival.

“look who showed up! stockton’s best student!” he smiled and you laughed along with the group of boys, hugging tuwaine. 

“hey!”

“hey, kid! i’ve missed you!” he smiled before pulling away. you made small talk before looking around the room.

“know where i can put this?” you asked, he nodded before finishing his swig of beer.

“haz’s room, here, i’ll come with, we can catch up.”

you nodded as the two of you journeyed through the house together. you scanned the room for familiar faces, smiling at people who yelled ‘hey’ to you. you eventually locked eyes with a pair of familiar ones, and it made you almost stop in your tracks. tuwaine could sense your uneasiness, wrapping an arm around your shoulders,”you alright?”

you nodded, quickly releasing the eye contact, but before you could, he had followed your line of vision,”this may be or may not be the best timing, but he still talks about you.”

“i’m sure he does.”

“no, seriously,” he said,”it broke his heart when you just up and left for the states. he hasn’t really been the same without you.”

you shook your head,”he doesn’t think about me, t.”

“but he does,” tuwaine opened the door to haz’s room, letting you put the gift bag down on the bed that was littered with boxes, bags and envelopes. this boy always gets so many gifts,”i don’t know how i can make you believe me but he’s still in love with you.”

“if he was still in love with me then he wouldn’t have moved on after a week.” you shrugged.

“who? the blonde girl he was with?”

you nodded, fixing your hair as tuwaine laughed.

“she was just a distraction, they were nothing real, nothing happened between them.”

“but the-”

“y/n, listen to me,” he said, grabbing your shoulders,”that boy is still head over heels in love with you, he has been since 5th grade. give me some credit, here.”

you sighed, maybe tuwaine was right, maybe he still did have a little special place for you in his heart, but also what if he didn’t? what if he had sealed that off? or gave it to someone new? 

you just couldn’t wrap your head around it.

the rest of the night, your mind wouldn’t put it at rest. the music loud, you and your best friend from high school playing flip cup, people asking you about college and what it’s like across the pond. you shrugged, knowing that each question had the same answer.

you had finally had enough and you made your way out the front door to sit in the hallway of the apartment complex. you sighed, leaning against the wall and sliding down it, breathing out loudly. 

“too much for you, too?” 

your head snapped in the direction where it came from and met the same eyes from earlier. you almost wanted to throw up from nervousness, but he seemed so cool, calm, collected.

you didn’t say anything and he chuckled,”you alright, darlin’?”

“y-yeah,” you nodded, tucking hair behind your ear,”i just didn’t think you’d want to talk, and honestly i didn’t see you here.”

he nodded,”fair enough.” 

he took another sip of his beer and looked over at you,”what brings you into the hallway?”

“people asking too many personal questions,” you said,”plus there’s so many damn people in there it’s chaos.”

he chuckled and nodded in agreement,”whatcha been up to in the states? anything exciting? internships?”

you nodded,”yeah, for one of the radio stations there.”

“majoring in journalism and shit right?”

you chuckled and nodded, surprised he remembered. he nodded,”y’know, i blamed myself for being the reason you left for so long-”

“tom-”

“no, shh, it’s my turn,” he said and you sent him a small smile before letting him continue,”it was selfish of me to think you’d give up a career and education to stay in london. i’m happy for you, y/n. honestly. as long as you’re happy there, then i’m happy for you.”

but you weren’t. you had tried so hard to not miss tom, your friends, your family, london in itself, but it didn’t work. it was like the more you tried the more you got homesick and the more you wished to be in the arms of the man you were currently sitting in front of in the hallway.

“thank you, tom.” however is all that you managed to say.

“anytime,” he chuckled as he rose to his feet, offering you a hand that you gladly took,”and by the way, what tuwaine was saying was right, you should listen to him.”

you raised an eyebrow, heart racing,”how could you-”

“he speaks very loud,” he laughed and you smiled,”but he didn’t lie. i guess though, whenever you’re ready for something, you could always just meet me in the hallway.”

he sent you a smile and you returned one,”have a good night, y/n.”

“you too, tom.”

he walked back into the party, the door closing behind him and for a second you stood there to catch your breath. 

he wasn’t mad at you, but he was… happy? 

before you could even process the rest of it, the door opened again and you met harrison’s eyes,”come kick ass with me in flip cup.”

“anything for the birthday boy.”

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[lousimusician]

I Want You Back (Part 1)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter was too blind to realize you were slipping from his fingers.

Word Count: 1,145

Warning: Angst (This series is gonna have lots of angst, just so you know)

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When I had you to myself, I didn't want you around

Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd 

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You were young and inexperienced when it came to dating but you did know one thing.

It wasn't supposed to be this hard.

You shouldn't have to feel like you were constantly fighting for any kind of attention. And if that made you sound clingy, so be it. It still wasn't right. 

Peter Parker. The love of your life.

Or at least, you thought.

The boy who tried so hard to ask you out, coming up with plan after plan to get you alone and finally tell you how he felt, had been ignoring you and you had no idea as to why.

You knew he was Spider-Man. You knew he had responsibilities. You knew that and most of all you understood it. You'd let him leave dates or cancel them if he had to. Especially after the blip, things were a mess and the people needed a hero more than ever.

But you're patience was really being tried when he decided not to show up without telling you, letting you wait for hours just to hear half-assed apologies after.

And with every unread text, unanswered phone call, to even the times you had to compete for his attention in school, you felt your heart break a little more.

And especially right now, laying on Peter's bed for about two hours, your phone held loosely to your ear as you listened to Peter's voice mail for the twelfth time that night. You felt your heart break that much more.

You didn't leave a voice mail. You don't anymore. He never checked them anyway. With a sniffle, you hung up the phone, and fought back the tears you knew would fall regardless.

It shouldn't be this hard.

You sat up on his bed, and glanced out the window, seeing the night sky. And with a sigh, you decided you finally had enough and stood up, wiping at your eyes.

With slow movements you grabbed your bag off the ground and walked out of his bedroom.

"May?" You called out. 

"In here sweetie!" She yelled from the kitchen.

"Hey." You greeted, seeing how she was in the middle of making dinner. "So, I think I'm just gonna head out now."

May frowned, "Still nothing from him?"

You looked down at your feet, as you felt fresh tears building up, and shook your head. You hated crying in front of May, especially when her nephew was the cause of it.

"Oh honey." She said sadly and you knew she could tell you were trying not to cry. "Come here." She walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, I really don't know what's gotten into him lately."

You wrapped your arms around her, as the tears started to fall. "I just-  I miss h-him." You sobbed, as May ran a comforting hand up and down your back.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I'm gonna talk to him-"

You shook your head. "No, please don't. It's fine I swear." You muttered as you pulled away from her.

May's frown deepened as she looked at you, wiping frantically at your tears. She sighed. "...Alright. But I hate seeing you so upset."

You nodded. "I'm...yeah, I'm just gonna go now. Thanks May." You said as you started heading towards the front door.

"Walk home safe!" She called after you, and you hummed in response.

You shut the door behind you as you pulled out your phone and quickly dialled MJ'S number. It rang three times before she picked up.

"Hell-"

"You were right." You sniffled into the phone, cutting her off.

"Are you crying?"

"...Just a little. But you were r-right. He didn't show a-again. And I called him like twenty times a-and I've left even more texts b-but he won't respond, he keeps doing this to me and I don't know what t-to do anymore." You rambled, getting into the elevator.

MJ sighed. "You're not gonna like what I have to say."

"I usually don't." You lightly laughed, trying to feel any other emotion than the intense heart break you did feel at the moment.

"I think you either need to sit down and talk about it with him or just break up. He's been doing this to you for months now and you're miserable."

"Yeah." You sniffled, "I didn't like what you had to say... b-but I'll think about it." You mumbled, before saying your goodbye's and hanging up.

~

Peter sat perched on top of a roof on one of the many buildings in Queens, just waiting for someone to save or a criminal to stop.

Peter didn't know what time it was, he usually didn't when he was out on patrol, all he knew was that it must've been late and he knew he was forgetting something but he couldn't figure out what.

He had his phone in hand, quickly typing out an essay he had left to the last minute again.

"Karen, give me a synonym for impulsive."

"Impetuous, rash, hasty-" Karen's voice was suddenly cut off by a ringing. "(Y/N) is calling again, should I decline it?"

Peter groaned, "Again? Yeah you can decline it, and can you put her on mute."

"Yes."

"Thanks." Peter mumbled, finishing the sentence he had been stuck on for the last seven minutes.

"Peter?" He hummed in response. "Are you still dating (Y/N)?"

 "What? Of course I am." Peter mumbled.

"Really? Then why do you keep declining her phone calls and ignoring her text messages?" Karen asked.

Peter shrugged, "I dunno. She's been a little clingy since the blip. Which I get, but Queens still needs saving. Don't worry I'll make it up to her somehow." He said, furiously typing away on his keyboard.

"But there are no threats right now." Karen said skeptically.

"Might be... I just don't want to not be here when a threat does come along. But me and (Y/N) are fine, she understands my responsibilities. Hey, what were the major themes of Hamlet again?"

"Madness, Revenge, Religion, would you like me to list more?"

"No that's fine." The sun had been setting, and the roof was getting more and more uncomfortable. Peter sighed, "That should be good for now, I'll finish this later." He said, putting his phone away and getting up.

He stretched, before swinging away on a web to see if he could find anything to do.

Peter would eventually look back on this moment, wondering if he had just been a little smarter and answered the call, maybe just maybe he could've saved your relationship from crumbling in the weeks that followed.

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Oh darlin' I was blind to let you go

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A/N: I'm not too happy with how this came out, but it is just mostly set up for the parts to come which will definitely be even more angsty and interesting

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[dreadfutures]

happy fridayyyyy💜💜💜 a dadwc prompt for young!Ixchel: her reaction to Fairbanks' death

Thank you mer ;-;

For @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Charter & Ixchel Lavellen

Warnings: Allusion to Ixchel's death at the end

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"—that's all I know at the moment, lumina."

Dorian's voice crested and fell as it came out of the crystal Ixchel held in her hand; he had not ceased pacing since he called her to tell her the news.

She squeezed the crystal to prepare it for her response. "I hope this doesn't bring you too much scrutiny, Dorian," she said softly. "I'm sure it won't take them long to tie Fairbanks to the Inquisition."

"They might not," he mused.

Ixchel leaned her forehead against her window and sighed. "They might not, but we should," she said. "His wife deserves to have a body to bury."

Dorian was quiet a moment, and then the crystal glowed dimly, and he said, "That's very kind of you, Ixchel."

She knew by now how her kindness could inconvenience people, but somehow, when Dorian said it, she did not feel so much a burden. She felt precious for it.

She sighed.

"Thank you, Dor."

"Couldn't you just send the Nightingale's little protege?" Dorian asked, only a tiny bit petulant. "'Oh no, someone has conveniently made this very inconvenient body disappear!'"

"You want me to send another elf to Tevinter?" Ixchel asked flatly.

Dorian's side of the crystal remained painfully silent.

"I love you, lethallin, but I don't want to risk my friend being caught and sold like chattel," she said. "I will ask her what we can organize among our other friends without starting an Exalted March against the northern blood mages. Maybe we can arrange for a pick-up point somewhere. Or maybe Charter can tell Leliana to go get her dead spy herself."

She loosened her fist enough to stop the crystal from transmitting her groan of frustration, and she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Please?" Dorian asked after a moment.

Ixchel snorted. "Anything for you, my lord."

"Ooh! The titles come out, I see. Well then, I will attempt to handle my end of things while you put on your Inquisitor hat, my lady." He paused. "I will call again when I have a safe moment to."

"I hope it's soon," she said.

Dorian sighed. "Me too, lumina."

Ixchel tucked the crystal back into her shirt and headed down from her quarters. She tried not to pay attention to how many of the tower's rooms were empty, but it was inescapable thing as she counted down the floors to where Charter now resided. Cassandra's rooms—cleared out entirely. Josephine and Leliana's were much the same. Varric's still had some of his belongings, so that he might have an excuse to visit (but he hadn't, thus far). Vivienne had never truly moved in to her own, and neither had Thom. Dorian's was exactly the same as he'd left it, but somehow that hurt more.

Solas and Bull had never resided in the tower, but she still thought of them as she descended the stairs. Bull's room in the old guardhouse had never been personal, just like he had never been personal. Bas.

And of course, Solas—

"Ah, my lady," Charter said, interrupting Ixchel's bitter descent. The spy seemed to be returning to her room from the main hall, and she seemed concerned to find Ixchel coming toward her. "Were you looking for me?"

"Yes," Ixchel said grimly.

Charter unlocked her door quickly, but Ixchel knew better than to follow. First, the elf had to deactivate several traps and tricks, and once it was safe, she popped her ginger head back out to summon Ixchel inside.

Ixchel immediately went to her usual perch on the heavily-locked chest Charter kept at the foot of her bed, and Charter leaned against her closed door, both for a quick exit and to keep an ear out for eavesdroppers beyond the portal. With a nod from Charter, Ixchel began her story.

She explained what Dorian had relayed, as minimal as it was. As she spoke she toyed with the cords of her necklaces, shifting them around with her one hand until they were tidy and the knots lined up at the back of her neck.

Anxiety mounted within her as she saw Charter's brow crease in the faintest of frowns. Something about this stank, and Ixchel felt that she was becoming too accustomed to the scent of betrayal for it to be healthy.

She wasn't the Inquisitor anymore. She was not supposed to have anything to betray anymore.

But she also was not supposed to be sending people into danger any longer, either.

Charter proposed several plans of action as soon as Ixchel opened the floor to her input, and Ixchel did her best to focus on them. But in the back of her mind, she could not help the risk calculation for each and every option.

When they had settled on something, Charter made no indication that Ixchel should leave. Instead, she went to her desk and began to work on a letter to Leliana, and Ixchel realized with a pang that at some point, her spy had become accustomed to Ixchel's presence in her room. Besides a 'my lady' here and there, the formalities and awkwardness of their early acquaintance were gone.

They were not far apart in age, and now status barely separated them, either.

They were friends.

Ixchel had said as much to Dorian, but perhaps she had never realized that Charter might feel the same about her.

"Wait," Ixchel said suddenly.

She jumped to her feet and joined Charter at her desk, as the woman leaned back in her chair, curiosity the only emotion evident on her face.

Ixchel ducked her head and pulled one of the necklaces off. It got stuck in her hair, but Charter knew better than to try and untangle it for her, and it took only a moment or two before Ixchel had managed to extricate herself.

"Please wear this," Ixchel said, every muscle in her body tensed for rejection. "It was a gift from Zevran Arainai. The former Crow. It's a—"

"A superb lifeward amulet," Charter finished.

Ixchel's jaw snapped shut, tight. She nodded.

Charter covered Ixcehl's hand in her own, not looking at the amulet. "This is a princely gift," Charter said. "I'm humbled by the offer. But the Qun, and Fen'Harel, and the Venatori, and many others still view you as a threat to be elminated, my—"

"If you don't take it, and something happens to you, I assure you I will break it long before the Qun has a chance," Ixchel blurted.

Charter's gaze softened.

"If it will make me more effective in your continued service, then… Thank you, Ixchel," she said, and she took the amulet.

Ixchel did not take another breath until Charter had secured the cord around her neck and tucked the artifact beneath her blouse. Then, Ixchel nearly wilted, and she nodded gratefully at Charter.

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When the Inquisitor died, Charter could not help but feel partly responsible. The weight of it hung around her neck like a millstone. Every moment that she lived, the amulet was a reminder that the Inquisitor did not.

Charter knew it was foolish. If Ixchel had wanted this so badly, nothing would have stopped her from taking the necklace off. It would not have leaped out of her drawer, or wherever she would have stuffed it, and absorbed the poison that the former Inquisitor had imbibed.

But it was not really the lifeward amulet's presence on her neck that caused the guilt. It was the words that had accompanied it. The black threat indicated something far more pernicious than an assassination plot, and Charter had not heeded it.

She had been too busy trying to make herself useful. To be effective. To be a tool.

Ixchel Lavellan had given her this amulet as a friend, and Charter had never allowed herself to imagine that could be true.

Ixchel Lavellan had died alone, but she had been dying for some time, Charter thought. And Charter had done nothing to change that.

The Inquisition's last Spymaster brought the news to the feet of Fen'Harel, and if others might have chided her for having a death wish…they would have been right.

But the lifeward amulet broke, instead, when she startled Fen'Harel, and in the end—he allowed her to walk free, her message delivered.

As Charter retraced her steps through the eluvians, and the alleys, and the forest interludes, and made her way back to allied territory, she found herself clutching at her chest not in pain, but for stability.

She was still alive. She had failed the Inquisitor once, but she would not disappoint her again.

[petersshirts]

The Wi-Fi Thief // peter parker

Summary: you realise that your new neighbour is using your expensive wi-fi and you confront him

Words: 940

A/N: I’M ALIVE!! i know i haven’t been on here for the last half year so and i’m sorry about that… i just found this little draft on my laptop and wanted to share this with you, i hope you like! love, jo x

„Oh come on!“ You mumbled annoyed, staring at your laptop. The essay you had to send to your professor via Mail was not sending and the deadline was today.

It had been like this for the last few weeks - the wi-fi had been very slow but today was the first time where you needed it to be fast. But it was just not cooperating.

You sighed and looked around your room to find your phone to get help. Your Dad was a pro when it came to Computers and Wi-Fi, so you called him.

„Hey darling, are you alright?“

You smiled at your Dads warm welcome. „Hi Dad, I’m good thanks but my wifi is really really slow and I need to send my essay to Mr. Porter and it’s just not working. Do you know what could be the problem?“

Your father was quiet for a few seconds, until he talked again. „Maybe there’s someone else using your internet? Maybe he hacked into your wifi  and now he uses it too so it slows yours down. Do you have a password in there?“

„I have now, but there were a few days where it was open. I will check with the neighbours, thanks dad.“ And with that, you hang up and stood up, ready to find your wifi thief. You walked out of your apartment to the next door. You didn’t know who was living in there because the person just moved in. But this apartment was the closest to yours so he should be getting your wifi in there.

You knocked, ready to take on the stealer of your time. You heard shuffling from inside and it took a few minutes until the door was opened. A boy stood behind the door and he looked like he was about the same age as you. He had brown hair, that flopped onto his forehead and he wore a sweater with the logo of the Midtown School Of Science & Technology.

Wasn’t that the nerd school in Queens?

The guys eyes widened when he saw you. He had only seen you once or twice when you rushed out of the apartment complex because you were too late for work. Every time, he had admired you from afar but now you were standing right in front of him, and you were even more beautiful.

„Hi I’m Y/N, you’re the new neighbour right?“ You smiled at him, trying to make him feel comfortable cause you knew that it was hard to move into a new apartment full of old people who were always rude. But you hadn’t forgotten why you came here. You needed your wifi back.

The boy started to blush, only nodding until he finally found his voice again.

„Yes I moved here two weeks ago. I’m Peter, by the way.“

„I know this sounds very weird but I came here to ask you if you are using my wifi? It’s really slow and my dad thinks that there is someone else using it.“

Peters cheeks got even redder. He knew that he shouldn’t have taken the wifi, but there was no password on it and it was really, really fast. And since his Aunt May had forbidden wifi in his own apartment, it was the only way to communicate with his friend Ned and watch Videos. He needed that. Without the sound of a video humming in the background, he just felt lonely.

In the first moment, he wanted to deny your question, but when Peter looked at you, he knew that you were not joking. You wanted to have your wifi back and he would not stand in your way.

„I - i’m really sorry. I started to use it last week because my aunt forbid a wifi router in my flat and I can“t afford to buy one on my own. It’s hard to live on your own, you know?“

Your anger vanished when he spoke those words, understanding him completely. You had moved out of your parents house half a year ago and at first your parents your father was strictly against wireless internet, but because all of your essays you needed it. Just like Peter did.

„Thanks so much, I would offer you to continue using it but when I’m not the only one, it’s really slow and I can’t even get out my essays to my professor on time. But maybe I can talk to my dad if he could buy a bigger package and we could maybe share it? It would be cheaper for both of us.“

Peter smiled at you, feeling welcome in this new surroundings for the first time.

„That would be so awesome! Thank you so much, I really need the wifi too.“

You walked backwards, smiling at him.

„But until then, please leave the wi-fi. Or I will block you.“

Peters mouth fell open at your harsh tone, but he quickly caught himself, wanting to make the best out of this situation.

„Only if you go out to dinner with me!“

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Fic Recs

Hi! I finally updated my fanfic recommendation page on my blog (which you can view here)! This will be updated regularly, but I will copy and paste it as is so you can take a look at what I'm reading!

Here are a list of the fanfictions that I have either read or are currently reading and think that should get more attention!

“Not Another Dragon Age Fanfic (The Lone Wolf Cries)” by dork_trash94 Kieran finds himself suddenly transported to Thedas, and vows to keep a close eye on the Dread Wolf to stop him from betraying them once again. As he finds out, a ‘close eye’ unfortunately means actually being close - and it doesn’t help that the game’s timeline is changing, either. Lots of pining, sprinkle of yearning, some funky Time-bending, and a frequently flustered Solas. (via @fenharel-apologist94 on tumblr)

They’ve also just released the first chapter of their newest fanfic!

“Tea Leaves and Sweet Dreams” by dork_trash94 Kieran was not prepared to meet Solas - the infamous and reclusive TA for Professor Flemeth’s Magic Theory and Application class - in person, in his tea shop. Much less the same academic program.

I am currently in the midst of reading this next fanfic but I positively adore the author’s use of language! Dwarves are not usually my favorite fantasy culture but I have so grown to love the Aeducan and Brosca storytelling here. It is the first part of a four part series so we are all in for a treat!

“Of Diamonds and Dust” by @dragonologist-phd Marja Aeducan and Darvis Brosca lead lives as different as one could possibly imagine. Marja Aeducan, a member of the nobility and second in line for the throne, has spent her life maneuvering the dangerous political machinations of the Diamond Quarter. Meanwhile, Darvis Brosca, a Casteless dwarf rejected by society, does whatever it takes to survive on the streets of Dust Town. When a Grey Warden arrives in Orzammar, the lives of Marja and Darvis are forever changed. Driven from the city by misfortune and betrayal, the two must join the ranks of the Wardens in order to save their own lives. But the surface has far greater dangers than they realize. The noble and the thief will need to stand together if they’re going to fight against the oncoming Blight, the brewing civil war, and the strange surface malady called “sunburn”. Also, the contemporary fic to read alongside it: “And So They Burned”

I have been reading “South” for over a year now and I need it to get widespread to a wider audience. His use of imagery and their idea of Tolkien’s world is so refreshing. They also have a lot of other LoTR fanfics that you should check out, too!

“South” by oxbridge The Grey Company rides south: Through Eregion, Dunland, and beyond.

Other fics that I’m currently reading and think should be shared!

“Dead Pasts and Dread Futures” by youworeblue The Inquisitor’s heart broke after the Exalted Council when her family of friends scattered to the winds. She was emptied of hope as Solas’s power and reach grew. Left with a dead past and dreading the future, Ixchel Lavellan lay down and chose not to wake up. As the Veil began to unravel, and the fabric of reality tore apart at the seams, a desperate ally sacrificed everything to give her a second chance. And Ixchel will never forgive him. (via @dreadfutures on tumblr)

“Keepers” by AkbalKiin A necromage in the plains causes a stir to the local folk. The Inquisition investigates and recruits an elf, a former Keeper, into their rank for his knowledge on Dalish archaeology and his stealth abilities. The Inquisition tests his skills as they close in on Red Templars as part of a plan to thwart Samson and Corypheus. (via @nightmarist on tumblr)

“Une Autre Histoire D'amour” (series) by fondofthehowes Exploring the relationship between Étienne Montmartre, an Orlesian warden better suited to be a bard, and Cassandra Pentaghast. For a woman that long pined for the concept of a man that would sweep her off her feet, she never anticipated that she would not only find it, but that he would be far more than that too.

“Would That I (O Unrepentant, Faithless, Treacherous)” by @thiefbird Saved from Alistair’s vengeance to presumably die to the Archdemon, Loghain Mac Tir is at a loss to find himself alive after the end of the Blight.

[supernaturalee]

Then & Now: Part 2 - Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairings: Past!Gwilym Lee x Reader, Platonic!Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pillow Throwing, and Shirtless Wet Joe

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: It has been nearly ten years since Y/N had last stepped foot in London and made a promise to herself to never return. Yet, here she is back again for two weeks with her best friend in tow. After being left the apartment of her late mother. The same one where she had her heart taken and broken into two by the blue-eyed boy across the hall. When a mistaken knock is answered, blue eyes come flooding back into her life and suddenly two weeks seems like a lifetime.

Previous Parts: One 

Author’s Note: Sooooooooooo...I’M BACK. Basically I had terrible writer’s block, no desire to write, and life just got in my way. A huge huge HUGE thank you to @slutforbritdick​​ for supporting me these past couple months. We are getting into the meat of the story now. I also plan to update regularly and also look out for a Green & Gold update coming soon. Enjoy. Please let me know if you would want to be tagged. 

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Y/N screamed loudly as she reached over the rest of the couch, grabbing the closest softest thing to her. She held it against her face, her headache returning as she screamed into the stuffed fabric of the throw pillow. It wasn’t helping because even in the darkness of the fabric, she could still see his eyes. She could see how they stood out on his stupidly beautiful face. The blue was a color she could never forget. It was like the sky after a snowstorm when the sun had returned. Clear and crystal blue. It had once ranked among her most favorite colors, but now she despised it.   

She threw the pillow across the room, hitting the wall with a soft thud. She stood from the couch, too angry to sit.  It was like the last ten years of repressed emotions finally bubbled over the edge of the pot, spewing their negative energy all over the place. She began to pace across the hardwood floors. Her hands in fist as she held them out from her, trying to keep herself from punching something. If she would have known he was going to be just ten feet across the hall from her, she wouldn’t have gotten on the plane. Hell, she wouldn’t have even thought about coming to London. She would have called a realtor and dealt with the place that way.  She continued pacing quickly as she heard something move around in the bathroom, the door flinging open as Joe stood there. Soaking wet with a towel around his waist and shampoo half unrinsed in his hair as he tried to keep his feet from slipping on the damp tile in the bathroom. His eyes wide in fear that his friend had been hurt. 

“Y/N!” He shouted before looking at her as he got his footing right. She turned her head to him, as he continued. “Y/N! Oh fuck are you okay? I heard someone slam the door and then you screamed.” He panted, holding up the towel with one hand and balancing himself in the doorway of the bathroom. Water dripping down his chest. 

“NO!” She threw up her arms as she faced him fully. Her body slightly shook from all the energy flowing through her. “I AM NOT OKAY!” She exclaimed. His eyes widened even more. 

“What happened? Did someone come in? Did they hurt you?” He asked concerned, 

looking her over for any injuries and then surveying the apartment for any damage. After seeing no facial or structural damage, his body relaxed. His eyes softened as he realized she had no bodily harm. “This better not be about a spider, I already told my stance on killing arachnids. They eat the mosquitoes, Y/N. They are the good boys.” Joe said launching into his usual spiders are important tyraid. Y/N cut him off before he could finish. 

“There is no fucking time for spiders, Joe. He is across the hall.”

“Who?”

“HE!” She pointed at the closed door.

“Who?” He asked again, more confused than ever. He rubbed some of the suds from his forehead to avoid them getting into his eyes. “Could you just tell me cause at the rate this soap is moving I’ll be suffering from severe soap in eye pain in a few seconds. I don’t have time for the pronoun game.” He said, as Y/N explored with the answer.  

“GWILYM FUCKING LEE. That tall blue-eyed Welsh bastard!” She shouted, moving to throw something out to release the wave of rage that was cresting inside of her. She grabbed the discarded pillow from a few moments earlier and threw it again, Joe dodged it as it zoomed passed his head, hitting into the bathroom doorway before thudding to the ground next to the toilet.  

“Wait...no fucking way.” He said before thinking a moment that it could be true. She nodded furiously, her head looking almost bobble like.  He had rarely seen his best friend this worked up before. He knew she had to be telling the truth. He removed his hand from the doorway and held it up in a somewhat calming gesture.

 “You need to breathe, you’re gonna pop a blood vessel. So go scream into your pillow, I’m gonna finish my shower and then we are gonna talk about the fact that the asshole who broke your heart is across the hall currently.” He remained calm, reminding her of the fact that he was her emotional support this trip. This trip was supposed to be about her family, and not Gwil. This trip was supposed to be about her mom and how much London meant to her. Yet there he was there less than 100 feet away and invading her thoughts. Y/N took a series of short breaths which were doing nothing for her racing heart.

“Inhale.” Joe said calmly. He moved his hand up to mimic an inhale before pushing it down to mimic an exhale. “Exhale. I’m gonna shower now, don’t burn the fucking apartment down while I’m in there.” He gave her a cheeky smile which was his attempt to relax her more before turning around and moving inside the bathroom. 

Joe returned to his shower and Y/N moved to her bedroom. She grabbed a pillow from her bed, placed it over her face and screamed loudly into it.  The sound of all her emotions were muffled again by the stuffed fabric. She did this over and over again for about thirty minutes. She was almost hoarse from it. Trying her best to remain calm and collected. She was cool, she didn’t need to prove herself to that snarky jerk across the hall. She was a strong woman who was clearly lying to herself about the past decade and was spiraling away from anger and towards regret.  At that moment, she knew she had to get out of there. She grabbed her laptop and moved to the couch. This was it, they were going home. 

Joe finished his shower and changed into comfier clothes. His hangover quelled for the moment as he readied himself to deal with his current and appropriately emotionally best friend.  He moved out of his room and into the living room where he saw Y/N frantically typing on her computer. He moved behind the couch to see what was drawing her attention so much as he rang the towel over his hair to dry it. 

“What are you doing?”

“Finding flights. I can’t stay here. We can’t stay here. He and I are currently breathing the same air. It-it's toxic!” She said quickly, her hand darting across the mouse pad, her eyes glued to her screen.  

“Yes you can. You are so much stronger than you think you are.” Joe moved from behind her and sat down beside her on the couch. “You can and you will stay. We will both stay.” His hand moved over hers as he pulled it away slowly from the mouse pad. This kind gesture drew her attention away from her screen, her eyes looking up at him. He gave her a small but sure smile. She shook her head.

“No I’m not. I can’t be here. Joe, I was not emotionally ready to see him. I thought in all that time I was ready but turns out I am still that hurt little teenager that he knew then.” She admitted to him.

“Munchkin, people are not emotionally ready for a lot of things but remember who this trip is for.” He moved his hand onto her shoulder and squeezed it gently. Before rubbing it back and forth to soothe her soul a bit. “Your mom wanted you to come here again, Y/N. She knew you were ready to come back to London. I know you were ready. I think it's just you that doesn’t believe in herself. When you should, you are one of the strongest fucking people I have ever met.” Y/N leaned back from her slightly hunched position. She wiped a tear from her the inner corner of her eye as she looked at Joe. He was right and now she was trying to run from her problem instead of facing it head on. She was trying to let the past win and bury her in regret. She was strong, her mom taught her that. Y/N sniffled as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

“Stop being wise.”  She chuckled gently hugging her best friend, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Can I still vent about him?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Like I am going to stop you from venting but can we get some food first because I am absolutely starving.” 

“Take out?”

“Please and out of curiosity how much were flights home?” He smiled as Y/N turned her attention back to her computer, looking for takeaway places nearby.

 “Remember how much I pay Sallie Mae a month.”

“Yeah?” 

“Triple it.”

“Oh fuck no. We are staying here and we are going to enjoy this trip. Even if it means I have to go across the hall and punch Mr. Perfect in the mouth.” He said looking at the different options for food on her screen. Not knowing that across the hall the same tall man was pacing and frantically trying to get his own best friend on the phone. 

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Gwilym moved across the hardwood floor back and forth, back and forth.  His hand in his hair as if stuck by some unseen glue. He kept going, his brow furrowed in a thinking position. If he didn’t divert from his pattern soon, he thought, there would be worn wood from where he walked. He had been just as surprised to see her. Almost shocked to see his first love and the woman who he unknowingly based all his relationships on for the first time in nearly a decade. It was more than he could handle, that’s why he was calling for help.  

“Ben, if you really are my best mate, you will come to my place now. I need to talk about something and the houseplants don’t want to hear about it again….. Please man, I need you.” He said holding the phone to his ear.  Ben explained that he was on his way to meeting a potential client. “Please please please…. I saw her, you know the one that I...Yes! Her! Please!” He heard a long sigh before a mutter of agreement. “Thanks mate and um, bring scotch. I need it.” He hangs up. Returning to pacing again. 

About thirty minutes later, once all the water had dried from Joe’s hair, their pizza had been ordered from take away, and Ben had apologized to his client and rescheduled for another night, things were being to align for a night of duel venting. 

“Joe, pizza guy is here.”  Y/N said pouring them two glasses of some of the wine from

the pantry. “Also I don’t know if this will be any good.”

“The pizza or the wine?”

“Both. I mean we are like pizza snobs, you are lactose intolerant, and the label on the wine has faded.” 

“If it kills us, it kills us.” He said grabbing the small pile of cash they had pooled together 

on the counter. “Plus I took my lactaid tablet so we are good on the cheesy front here.” He moved into the hallway and down the stairs outside to meet the pizza delivery person. Once the exchange for goods and services was complete, Joe moved back up the stairs.  

A young blonde man was moving inside before him. He wore a pair of slacks with dress shoes, his white button up had been undone on the top button, a brown paper bag covered bottle in his left hand. 

“Hold the door!” Joe said holding the warm pizza boxes in his hands. Ben turned and caught the closing door. 

“Oh yeah mate. I got it, come on in.” Ben said holding open the door for Joe as he moved in first. Ben followed behind him, shutting the door. 

“Thanks man.” Joe gave him a smile before moving down the hallway to the apartment. Ben followed him to Gwil’s door, he knocked lightly. 

“Are you following me?” Joe joked before laughing. Instead of knocking and the pizza boxes occupying his hands, Joe kicked up his foot and kicked the door a bit. 

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Ben answered before laughing himself. “Just here to help my friend.”

“Man, I get that.” Joe said as he banged against the door with his foot again. “Wait, are you friends with the guy in that apartment?”

“Yeah, he’s my best mate. I’m Ben.” 

“Oh, we just became enemies. Also I’m Joe.” Joe said as Ben looked at him with surprise. 

“Um….how? We barely know each other...oh. You’re the American’s girl boyfriend?” 

“Me and Y/N?” Joe laughed. “No, just best friends but it is the best friends’ creed that an enemy of my friend is also my enemy. Or something like that.” 

Ben laughed as both still stood there waiting for their doors to be opened. “To be honest, I think Gwil is being a bit of a prat about it.” 

“Well, Y/N has every right to overreact.” Joe says. “Do you know the story?”

“Of them?”

“Yup.”

“No.” Ben shook his head. 

“Ask your friend and then you will see him more than just a prat.” Joe said banging on the door again. 

“I’m coming!” Y/N shouted from the other side as she opened the door. Her eyes going to 

Ben as he knocked again. Of course Gwil will had gorgeous friends, stupid attractive people being friends with other attractive people. 

Gwilym moved and opened the door spotting Ben before looking across the hall at Y/N. The two just stared at each other as their friends moved passed them in the respective apartments. He went to open his mouth to utter an apology for how he reacted, however, nothing came out. Y/N moved first, shooting Gwil a death glare before shutting and locking the apartment door. Gwilym let out a loud sigh before shutting his door. The first thought in his mind was how incredibly sexy Y/N looked when she was angry.  

Ben put the bottle of scotch on the wooden coffee table as he sat on Gwilym’s couch. 

“What was so important that you had to call me in the middle of my busy morning? You know I had a meeting with a new potential client.” 

“Actual client or just a young gorgeous woman who doesn't know how stocks and bonds work.” 

“Little bit of column A and a little bit of column B.” He said. Gwil moved grabbing two glasses from his cupboard. “So that’s her.”

“Yes.” Gwil moved to the bottle, opening it and pouring out two drinks. “That’s Y/N. The one who got away.” He admitted softly, sitting in an armchair.  He held out the glass for Ben. Ben nodded before taking the glass. 

“She’s pretty.”

“She’s more than pretty mate.” Gwil admitted. “But god, she’s so infuriating.” He took a long sip from his glass. 

“How?”

“Well, I kind of took home that girl from the pub home last night and well...let’s just say I am lucky none of the photos on my wall are held on loosely.” He said looking at the amber colored liquor in the glass. 

“From the girl or from Y/N?”

“Both I guess but in different ways.”

“Cheeky bastard. Continue.” Ben smirked before taking his first small sip of scotch. 

“Chelsea was leaving and left her bra on my floor. She came back up and knocked on Y/N’s door and then well next thing I know I am face to face with a woman I hadn’t seen since I was 19 years old.” His blue eyes were a mixture of regret and fear. Regret on how it ended and the fear that he had ruined all the chances to make up with Y/N then it twisted in his mind to a bit of anger. How could Y/N be angry still, Gwil had tried to mend it back then. It was her that didn’t want to get back together. 

“I see.” Ben said as Gwil stood, starting to pace again. Unaware to both men that across the hall, Y/N was pacing with a piece of pizza in her hand half eaten and Joe on a sofa watching her. 

“I mean who does he think he is!” Y/N huffed almost flinging the pizza from her hand. 

“I mean who does she think she is!” Gwil said as he paced, drinking more of the scotch. 

“He’s the one that cheated!” Y/N took a small bite before swallowing it. 

“She’s the one that wouldn’t even talk to me after she broke us up!” Gwil exclaimed.

“And to stand there so smug like he’s some fucking prince!’ Y/N looked at Joe, her eyes wide with anger.

“And to stand there so angry like we just broke off! It's been nearly ten years!” Gwilym said stopping and filing his glass more. 

“How dare he!” 

“How dare she!” Both exclaimed similar things in their respective apartments. Their chests heaving with racing hearts. 

“Yeah, fuck him.” Joe said. Y/N nodded sitting back down eating the crust of the slice she had just finished.  

“Maybe you’re overreacting.” Ben said as Gwil sat back down. “What happened between you two that makes just a mere glimpse of each other makes you both crazy?” Gwil let out a breath. 

“It’s a long story.” 

“We have almost a full bottle of scotch and I have no client to meet now.”

“Okay. It started when we were five…”

[marvxlousqueen]

Bucky Barnes- Hold Me

requested: Omg yay! Yes I have a request for Bucky! my idea is that the reader is tonys adopted daughter who’s like 22/23 she’s an avenger and she has sleeping problems due to some trauma and she spends most nights in the kitchen having coffee but one night she goes down and finds Bucky? And he can’t sleep either and they share all their secrets and stuff and it’s all fluff and then they fall asleep on the couch and Tony finds them but he thinks it’s cute? Idk

warnings: cursing, kinda dad!tony

word count: 1000

A/N: this is my first time writing for bucky so pls dont roast me !! also this took forever im sorry school has been KILLING me

ALSO!! dedicated to my girl @thoughtlesspace bc she loves seb and its her bday today and i love her

(Y/n) laid awake in her bed, tossing and turning as she did every night. It was the dreams that kept her up. She figured life would’ve gotten easier when Tony took her in a few years ago right before she turned 18, but being affiliated with the Starks was just as difficult, maybe even more so. 

Just a few months ago, she had been hit while driving, the man getting out of his car and trying to break into hers. It was obviously not an accident. (Y/n) couldn’t get that day out her head. The loud words of the man planning to hold her for ransom, his hands throwing her from the car. If she hadn’t been so close to the compound, who knows where she would’ve ended up. 

She had Bucky Barnes to thank for that. He had been taking his usual nightly jog to try and clear his head when he heard the crash. He had decided to investigate further and saw (Y/n) being tossed to the ground. He easily intervened, slamming the man into the car like it was nothing. 

That was her first solo interaction with Bucky. She had tried to get more conversation out of him after that night, thanking him constantly for saving her life. He would just nod and head off to his room for some quiet. She had even tried to thank him with food and get him talking then, but instead he silently took a muffin she had made and wandered off again. 

(Y/n) assumed he was just being modest and perhaps still adjusting to this new world he’s stuck in. After that she had lost hope in making a new friend. 

She tried to shut her brain off from thinking about the man who attacked her in her car. Every night for the past two months she had been up thinking about it. And every night she found herself in the kitchen with a cup of tea, trying to calm herself. 

(Y/n) pulled herself out of bed and wandered down to the kitchen, her blanket wrapped around her shoulders and trailing behind her. Once in the compound kitchen, she turned on the electric kettle and grabbed her usual mug. 

(Y/n) took a seat on her usual bar stool, cup in hand and she slowed her breathing. Suddenly, she heard a noise from the staircase leading to the living room. 

“Fuck!” Someone whisper-yelled. 

Standing up, she moved to follow the noise. Reaching the staircase, she looked down and saw Bucky picking up pieces of a broken dish from the bottom of the stairs.

“What are you doing?”

“Wha- oh! Hey, sorry. Dropped a bowl.”

(Y/n) climbed lower on the stairs, “Why are you up so late?”

“Can’t sleep. Needed cereal.”

She hummed,  helping him carefully pick up the large pieces.

“Careful now, doll.”

(Y/n) glanced up, meeting his piercing eyes and red cheeks.

“Sorry- just, careful. ‘S sharp.”

She stood up again, “I’ll get a broom.”

(Y/n) returned, handing him the broom and watching him carefully sweep up the mess.

“You know, I think this is the longest conversation we’ve had.” 

Bucky laughed quietly, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Wonder why, hm?”

He laughed again “My fault. I’m a little on the quieter side.” 

She nodded, smiling softly at him as he put the broom to the side, plopping down on the couch. “I’d like that to change. Get to know you some more.”

Bucky shrugged, “Not much to know.” 

She sat down next to him, pulling her legs under her, “Oh come on,” she pushed his shoulder, “Tell me about young Steve, or the 40s, or anything!”

“I’ve got a lot on Stevie boy.”

“Oh please spill.”

Bucky jumped into a story about his and Steve’s first trip to Coney Island. He recounted how Steve threw up on the big wooden Cyclone ride, or how they spent all their money in hot dogs and trying to win prizes for some “dames” that they had to hitchhike back to Brooklyn. 

Hours passed as Bucky shared everything he could remember about his life before the fall. (Y/n) explained how different hers was before Tony took her in as a teen. 

“Damn,” Bucky check his phone, “4 in the morning, should probably get some sleep.”

“I can’t.”

“Dreams? Me too.”

“Really?” (Y/n) looked up at him, “Makes sense.”

Bucky nodded, “I’m always afraid I’m going to wake up back in the day, back in hydra. As if this is all a dream. I need something to keep me grounded so I just try to stay awake.”

“I- I could keep you grounded, if you want?” Her voice was quiet as she proposed her thought.

“You- really?”

“Sure. And I mean, I feel really safe around you since I watched you beat the fuck out of that guy- I could probably sleep too.”

He nodded, ears burning slightly. He made the first move, laying down on the couch and pulling (Y/n) on top of him. Her arms wrapped over his chest as his held her. 

“Thank you,” he whispered. 

“Of course.”

The pair are woken up at 9 am by Tony poking Bucky’s forehead.

“What are you doing with her, Barnes?”

“Huh? Wha-”

(Y/n) rolled off of Bucky, standing up on wobbley legs, “Oh fuck off Tony.”

“Watch it.”

“Sorry, sorry. Nothing happened. Just finally got some sleep, which you had to ruin.”

“Hm. Sure. I don’t care, just hands above the blanket at all times, hear me Barnes?”

Bucky gave him a sleepy smile, “No promises, right doll?”

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[blissfulparker]

Happiness is a butterfly pt3–mob!tom soulmate!au

Parings→mob!tom x reader soulmate!au

Summary→ you and Tom spend your whole lives looking for your soulmates. How could you not see that you two were right under each other’s noses both coming from a mob family?

Warnings→small amount of angst

A/n→very sorry this is so late. This is a little shorter so I’m sorry but I hope to get part 4 out this week as well! I’m not sure how long this series will be but I hope not too long! Also there is no read more sign because I’m on mobile!

When Tom was 17 he was scared, scared about being in the mafia, scared about taking over, scared about never finding his soulmate, scared of being alone forever. Now he’s found you, he’s found you and you’re perfect but now he wants to be alone. He thinks it’s best because all his dad has ever told him was that soulmates were distractions, they never did good in the mafia and always got you killed. They made you look double the steps ahead and were just extra weights on your shoulder. Tom never exactly understood why until he had killed his first man, then he realized he shouldn’t have a soulmate, no one should be in love with him because he couldn’t even love himself.

Shakespeare, there was so much Shakespeare. Shakespeare was almost everywhere along with old English writers that made history. You were impressed, the library you’d been sitting in for hours was beautiful. Bookcases that went from the floor to the ceiling and a soft fire place with couches next to it. Tom told you to wait, so you did, although you didn’t exactly know if he’d ever show up because you feel like you’ve been waiting for hours.

“I can’t stand poetry.” A rough voice breaks you out of your silence as you look up and over to him. He’s leaning against a bookcase, small red stain on his shirt and a soft smile to his face. You get up and make your way over to him. Without even realizing it you wrap your arms around him, hearing the sound of his heart beat and feeling his skin was the most magical feeling in the world but then you realized, this was probably not what he wanted. You probably weren’t what he wanted.

You pull back and look at his face, what he’s asking for and you can tell—feel—he’s confused you just don’t know how to put it into words.

“I’m sorry.” You brush yourself off. He clears his throat and takes a deep breath.

“It’s okay.” He plays with his fingers. When your best friend met her soulmate it was like a whole new world opened up. A world you’ve never seen before and now you met yours and it felt cold and distant. Nothing like what you’ve seen in other people.

You pull down your shirt to reveal the butterfly, the soft monarch blue one that you adored once but now feared. He unbuttons a few of his buttons showing his tattoo as well. It was real, the proof was right there on your hearts.

“Am I what you wanted?” You ask with a gentle voice. He gives you a squint eyed look almost offended you’d asked that.

“I want you more than anything, darling.” He goes to hold your hands but you jerk away a little.

“Then why did you treat me like that back there? Like I was a coworker? I don’t know what you do or even why I’m here but the way you acted was cruel and like you didn’t want me.” You bite back tears and his eyes go a little wide. He thinks maybe the reason why you were his soulmate was simply because you didn’t hold back. In that moment, no one would talk back to him, early the way you were in his office, no one would dare do that but you did. You didn’t hold back and you were a lot braver than he was.

“Wait, you don’t know who I am? Who my dad is?” He looks at you with his mouth slightly opened and you shake your head ‘no’.

“Why does everyone act like I should know them?” It was only two men that acted that way, Tom and Dom. Both acting like you should know and respect them.

“You never answered my question Anyways.” You look down and he tips your head up. “Am I what you wanted?” You say stern and he nods his head quickly.

“You’re more than what I wanted, more than what I deserve.” He spoke to you carefully, as if you were a china doll. “Am I what you wanted?” He asked and you don’t really know.

You wanted someone different if you were being honest, an artist, a teacher, maybe someone with a heart that wants to give to everyone. That sounded perfect. A soulmate that wanted to travel and be affectionate, a soulmate who foucsed on the happiness of other, the soulmate who would play and laugh with you and your children if you had any. You didn’t know if that was Tom or not but by his actions your awnser was no.

“Don’t lie to me.” He clenches his jaw a little because he can feel your emotions. He feels you getting anxious for this question.

“I don’t know you so I can’t say if I want you.” You told him bravely and he takes away his hand from your chin.

“Do I scare you?” He asks and you nod a little. His hand moves some hair as he tries his hardest to make you feel comfort in him.

“Do you feel my pain the way I feel yours?” You ask a different question now and he nods.

“Yeah, I think you should take birth control love, I heard that helps with period pains.” He spoke and you laughed a little.

“Stop getting beat up then we can talk.” You fold your arms but then your eyes go to his chest, you can’t see it but you know it’s there, another tattoo he’s got on his chest. “Did your tattoo hurt you as much as it did me?” You ask and he shakes his head.

“Not really darling, sorry about that one though.” He says and you just shake your head.

“You should say sorry about a lot of things.” You roll your eyes. No one has ever told the leader of London’s best mobs to say they’re sorry.

“You should really say the same.” He bites down on his lip and you give him hard eyes.

“Oh please, I’m not getting beat up.” You hum and he can’t exactly argue with that. He shrugs it off not thinking it’s best for him to argue with you. He shouldn’t argue with someone who’s his soulmate anyways.

The room falls silent. Just you two looking at each other trying to take everything in. You’re beautiful, soft, simple, too perfect for him and he knows it. What he’s about to say breaks his own heart and you can even feel it.

“You can’t tell anyone about me.” He clenches his jaw. His heart is pounding but yours drops. “It’s safer that way.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You step back and he looks away not wanting to look at the hurt he’s caused you.

“It means you’re better off if no one knows about us, no one. Not your best friend since primary school or your siblings if you have any, no one should know about us. Believe me, if you want to keep your life you’d shut your mouth.” He spoke and you take two steps back as you look over at the orange fire that helped keep the library warm and lit.

“I’m sorry if I’m not your dream girl or if I’m not as cool as you’d hoped I’d be but you don’t have to treat me like I’m some fucking employee that works for you or whatever the hell you even do.” You gather your blanket and books before storming out of the room. Tears in your eyes you slam the library door leaving tom in there by himself. He wipes his own tears quickly hoping no one would walk in. He didn’t mean to hurt you but he did, he wants to protect you but Doesn’t know how.

A blonde boy stares at you walking off in tears, he looks over to the library where you came from and debates on whether he should go in or not to see if toms in there.

When he decides he does he enters to see Tom putting out a fire and putting books away. Cleaning up your mess to distract himself from what just happened.

“You want to explain to me why you’ve got a girl running out crying?” Harrison asks as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“When you met Lydia were you happy? Being in a mafia and everything did she accept you?” Tom turns around, his eyes a little red and his face pale.

“I mean I was extremely happy to meet her but she was a little nervous about me being in a mafia, I mean who wouldn’t? She’s fine with it now, I just don’t tell her what happens and it keeps her happy. Why?” Harrison asks and Tom takes a deep breath in.

“I just met my soulmate and I think I just lost her too.”

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