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One more Percy Jackson post before I shove it back into the deep dark crevices of my mind once more. I just really need to say that Riordan should’ve stopped PJO at the first series and just done stuff like the Kane Chronicles where it’s the same world and shit but you let the old characters go and introduce new ones with new mythologies. Like best example is how Magnus Chase is just randomly related to Annabeth so you can justify Percy and her showing up even though it was already established that mythologies stay away from each other back in Kane Chronicles.
Although it might just be I’m bitter and old but I really think he peaked with PJO and Kane chronicles and the later stuff suffers from overusing characters that have finished character arcs who then get wrung out like wet towels so there’s something interesting for them to do.
I don’t even know why I’m still talking about this. Actually it’s probably cause none of my irl friends ever read anything other than Jack Reacher, Comics and sportsmen biographies so this is the only place to talk about it. Actually it’s also probably cause I’m trying to avoid the waffle stage of writing the ending to the last chapter of Fate/Hero before the reboot
Whoops got existential on a Percy Jackson post again.
#jackattack rambles#rambles#my itsumo brainrot got replaced by PJO anger#I dunno guess Ive always just wanted a Roman series rather than piggybacking pjo#and the numerous aspects of HoO that annoy me probably don’t help#I promise this is the last PJO rant#hopefully#maybe#I mean the show finishes tomorrow and that was the instigator#maybe now I can read the rest of glasslands without getting the urge to play through mcc#it’s annoying cause I only got like 4 chapters in before the urge started and I haven’t gotten back to it yet#having the attention span of a gnat is really annoying#procrastination is making me whinge about 10 year old children’s book series
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Ooh, pick me! This is so good. I need to jump in.
Okay, so obviously, Duncan and Courtney have never spoke before detention, but because of their reputations, they are very aware of each other. Duncan is the school’s “bad boy”, constantly in trouble with the staff in addition to being the town’s delinquent born from the leading officer’s family. Like, yeah, he gets detention a lot, but he also gets shipped off to juvie for spurts of time as well for his behavior.
Duncan, being the instigating pain-in-the-ass we all know and love, gets off on seeing her one day after school in detention. Cue the “the princess has a dark side” ideation.
He’s exhaustingly persistent the whole time they sit together, constantly bugging Courtney as to why she could possibly have ended up in this situation.
I love the idea that she refuses to budge because, well, she’s stubborn as shit— but so is he! Ultimately, their bickering back-and-forth causes the teacher supervising detention to, of course, demand they return the following day since they were disobedient.
Once released for the day, he follows her for a while only to realize that they live a street down from each other. She turns on her street, finally free of his constant pestering and chatter and he finishes his trek home yadda, yadda, yadda.
Immediately, Courtney calls Bridgette to fill her in on her hellacious experience, vowing she will never subject herself to Duncan’s presence again after tomorrow is over. I mean, he’s such an ogre!
Meanwhile, Duncan, who coincidentally is becoming close friends with Geoff (because let’s face it, they party hard together), reaches out and asks him more about his girlfriend’s best friend. Like, he’s willing to do anything to figure out why she ended up in detention and, naturally, he thinks her fiery attitude is hot too.
Geoff being the awesome compadre he is, agrees to help Duncan when it comes to Courtney’s secret. Plus, he’s a dude who loves love. He also is onboard for putting in a good word for his buddy.
As the next day progresses, everything goes smoothly until the “gang” is off campus at lunch. Low and behold, Geoff shows up with Duncan trailing behind him with his signature shit-eating grin.
Little does Courtney know, but idea of being rid of said-delinquent by the end of the day is no longer a reality.
This is all I could brainstorm for my contribution. Lmao.
Please please PLEASE hear me out on this duncney fanfic idea :
They meet in detention and while going home, they realise that they go down the same street so they decide to talk until courtney has to go down her street.
She then talks RANTS to Bridgette the next day about her parents thought that they were studying together and Geoff arrives with Dj and introduces Duncan to the ✨gAnG✨.
#duncney#how have we all not starting brainstorming plots together yet?#ao3 had been so dry lately— we need more stories!
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Any of the Spiders x reader comedy maybe? Please and thank you ^^
OK so I've decided to do all of the spider babes and instead do little headcanons for all of them, mostly comedy so the line isn't too blurred lmao
Hope you enjoy!
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~LMK HEADCANONS~
Syntax, Huntsman, Goliath, Spider Queen
SYNTAX
Insanely good at keeping secrets. If you tell him you accidentally killed someone he'd take it to the grave (especially if you asked him personally not to tell anyone)
Also incredibly good at telling when someone is lying. But looks like a freaking demon while doing so. Will stare at you with a deep frown and narrowed eyes, figuring out if you're lying with just the slightest change in your voice. And then proceeds to call you out on it.
Will hold a grudge. If you get coffee on his clothes he won't talk to you all day.
Love language is physical touch and intellect (DUH lmao). He's a touch-starved bean, but will absolutely fall in love if his significant other is smart. But not as smart as him or it'll be a competition.
He'd also fall in love with a total idiot. Like an I forgot to flush the toilet, accidentally burnt the toast kind of idiot.
You have to kill him to make him sleep (not in my story tho lmao)
He has a weakness for bargains. Will perk up with interest the second you suggest one. Like "Okay, how about this-" Syntax looks up sharply, eyes laser-focused on you. "If you go to bed with me, I'll watch you finish constructing your doo-hickey tomorrow. And I'll also listen to you explain everything."
Boom. Sealed. He's a sucker for boasting his big brain. He'll sit you in his chair as he moves around the room, or even in his lap if he's sitting down, going into deep detail about everything.
You understand none of it, but at least he's sleeping.
Gets jealous easily. If someone so much as smiles your way he's all glares and stiff replies until you're back home. Then he'll devise a plan to track said person down and figure out if they already have a partner. If they do, they're safe, but if they don't - well, they'd better prepare for a very personal and deadly warning at their doorstep.
Actually loves to cook. Like as long as you're cooking with him, he won't mind preparing dinner for the clan.
Is the reason spam calls are a thing. Don't ask. It's because of you.
Secretly judges everyone. Will tell you exactly what he thinks, no matter what. He may be very blunt, but he has a high emotional intelligence, so will refrain from saying something hurtful. He'll just put it in a nicer way.
Has a few pet names for you but mostly calls you by your name. Called you darling once and he's never been the same. Neither have you.
Loves calling you darling now.
HUNTSMAN
Actually believes taking you to a wrestling match is a fantastic idea for a date. He's all like "Weaklings. I could beat all of them to a pulp. See now, why you're so lucky to have me instead of these twerps?" You do love it but sometimes wish he could like- actually take you out. With a knife? Or on a date? Who knows.
Will definitely touch you inappropriately. He'll smack your ass to catch you off guard, or he'll sit you in his lap in front of everyone. Just for fun. I mean, he won't instigate anything unless you're somewhere private and he can tell you want to get feisty.
Walks around shirtless at least half the time. It pisses the hell out of Syntax but you find it kind of adorable. Besides, he has a nice set of abs so it's not like you don't get a view.
This man sleepwalks. One time you followed him all the way to the local market. He was SLEEPING and you're lucky you caught him because while at the market he tried to steal a few packages of meat. Eyes closed. Everyone thought he was crazy.
Hates electronics. It's most likely because Syntax is obsessed with them. Will definitely swipe your phone and hide it so you can spend time together.
Will seize the opportunity to show off his weaponry. this man will freaking carry you to his quarters if necessary, all to show you the newest weapon he'd crafted. He's super prideful, and any complement will only boost his ego. But if you don't, then he literally won't talk to you and instead polish his knives. All while refusing to let you leave.
Incredibly stubborn. Bro hates it when you give him the silent treatment. Will literally lock you in his room until you guys work shit out. Yes, this includes him glaring daggers at you from the bathroom or whatever.
Is a huge boast, and a bit of a blacksmith, hence why he makes his own knives and shit.
Love language is gifts and mutual respect. If you clearly show how much you respect and love him with gifts or whatever, he's head over heels. Won't admit it, but still. Not much of a physical person unless he's in the mood.
Instant death for those who wrong you.
He's very quick to judge, like always assumes the worst kind of guy.
PET NAMES. THIS DUDE. Pet names in public, in private, in bed, you name it. And he'll come up with the weirdest shit in history.
GOLIATH
A gentle giant - literally. He's a cinnamon roll and will offer to carry you anywhere if you want.
Gullible. He'd give you a 20 if it's all he had, but he'd also kill someone he doesn't even know if you claimed they needed to stop breathing. Like it was a JOKE and LUCKILY you stopped him.
He's very considerate, like won't say anything that's meant to insult unless the other deserves it. When it comes down to you, compliments and gifts galore.
Love language is gifts. Spider demons are suckers for gifts, and even Syntax is starting to lean towards them. Goliath likes homemade things, he considers them more meaningful than something purchased at the store. He won't refuse something store-bought, though, cause it's from you.
Enjoys poetry, and will always show you the newest poem he devised.
Ok they're terrible and mostly involve shit you don't understand, but you admire his dedication.
Will DEFINITELY knit with you, no matter what. If it's 3 in the morning and you're up for knitting a sweater, so be it. Bro will go through hell and back for you.
Is the first one to comment on how empty the fridge is, and also the first one to fill it up. Everyone else is just lazy. Yes he fills it up with only partially edible things like berries or severed limbs. No, you don't vomit, you just gag.
Really wants to go shopping with you, like out and about, but can't wear a disguise since he so big.
DEFINITELY uses his size to his advantage. And he'll be the worst tease about it. If you need to go through the door, he'll stand in your way like "what's the fucking password, tiny baby." But without the fucking. Cause he's a pure boi and wouldn't swear even if you threatened him.
Calls you sweetheart most of the time.
Is more of a listener than a talker, so he'll stare at you with starry eyes as you explain something, nodding along and only providing commentary when necessary.
Really, really enjoys music. Will lay on the floor with you for hours listening to your favorite songs.
Mentally, he's a stone wall. Like for a soft guy you'd think he's sensitive, right? Nope. Not only can he take three full grown men at once, but he can also take insults like a pro. Nothing phases him - unless it comes from the people he cares about. That's where the tables turn.
But hey, you've only insulted him once and you never did again.
SPIDER QUEEN
Spoils you like a pro. You want that? The manager will die if he refuses.
Babe has a heart of gold. First on her bucket list is conquering the world, and second is making sure you're the happiest person alive. You know nothing of this list and never will.
She complains a lot. Honestly, it's like she has a set of expectations for you. No really.
Can't cook to save her life - unless she's making her personal stew. No one knows what goes in it. If she tried making something normal like pancakes you'd end up with a burning stove.
Has a difficult time apologizing. She's the Queen, for crying out loud.
But if she's made a mistake, she WILL make it up to you.
Let's say you and her are arguing, the normal, all fun and games, until she says something surprisingly hurtful and you're rendered speechless. She'd drop all retorts, eyes wide, and approach you slowly while saying, "Oh. Oh, hell, is it something I said?"
Love language? You guessed it. GIFTS.
Babe will put on a brilliant disguise in order to visit the nearest market to buy that thing you'd stared at for only five seconds.
Yes, she notices everything.
You sneeze? She'd chuck a tissue box in your direction. You yawn? Pillow to the face.
She'd act nonchalant about it, like it's the most normal thing ever to take care of you as though you were her own kiddo. But really, she's just hoping you get better so she doesn't feel bad when berating you.
Will host long conversations with you, mostly discussing opinions. She's a very opinionated person and most of her actions are motivated by what she thinks of the subject.
Considers cold showers a death threat.
Next time you walk in after she showers, you're blinded by steam. And the Spider Queen STILL says the water was lukewarm.
Won't do anything that doesn't fit into her schedule.
LOVES PRANKS.
OH MY GAWD. Ok half the time she pranks you out of boredom, and it's a silent command to entertain her, but other times she just loves making you mad.
She loves making anyone mad. It boosts her ego.
<3 <3 <3
#lmk#lmk headcanons#lmk spider demons#lmk syntax#lmk huntsman#lmk goliath#lmk spider queen#chaotic headcanons#fluff#comedy#bro i dont even know#tags are a myth#/j#can you tell i was having way too much fun with this#huntsman's were the most fun actually#thanks for the ask!
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voltaire to versace 01 | thomas jefferson
title: voltaire to versace 01
pairing: professor!thomas jefferson x reader
words: 7.3k
warnings: implied sex, heavily suggestive content but nothing explicit, hella teasing, dolley madison payne
desc: from francis bacon to foucault, descartes to dante, your political philosophy seminar doesn’t promise to be a blowout — and yet, one mysterious stranger and a risqué evening later, your burberry-clad professor gives you the feeling it won’t be quite the snoozefest you’d expected.
WASHINGTON D.C. — HOME to the White House, the Lincoln Memorial, a metro that no longer catches on fire, and most importantly, one Y/N L/N's new university. Coming in as a transfer student in the second semester of her junior year wasn't exactly her ideal scenario, but walking across a stage in a cap and gown sixteen months later certainly was — a degree is a degree.
She'd spent the previous two semesters abroad, traveling throughout Europe and trying to figure out her next step. She hadn't yet paid her junior year tuition, and on one fateful night in northern Italy, she transferred to the University of Westphalia on a whim (that whim being a generous financial aid package and a pre-existing housing offer, but that was neither here nor there). It'd been a jarring few months, spending the Christmas season packing up her entire life to not only leave Europe — a process that came with many heartbroken nights of hotboxing a friend's apartment and mourning the loss of her societal nap times — but also finally abandoning her hometown in favor of moving to the east coast.
The change may have left a lump in her throat, but it lifted a weight from her shoulders; she felt light on her feet despite the heavy D.C. snow. Much of the credit for that had to fall to her dearest Dolley Payne, the light of her life, the wind beneath her wings, the old best friend who'd found herself a dirt-cheap apartment just outside of campus and offered that Y/N come be her roommate. How could she resist a proposal like that?
However, that was also how she found herself a drink and a half deep and putting back on her boots at nine o'clock the night before classes started.
"Are you sure going out right before the first day back is a good idea?" Though Y/N was eyeing Dolley skeptically, she just rolled her eyes, pulling on her coat and scarf.
"Relax, it's not like we're going clubbing," she assured her, but when Y/N raised a dubious eyebrow, she continued, "Come on! You literally moved in last night. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't take you out at least once before everything's back in college mode?"
Dolley nudged Y/N playfully as she pulled on her coat, and the latter sighed. "I'm a new student here, Doll. I don't think showing up hungover to my first class is a particularly good look."
"You don't even have class until 3 PM!" she argued, and though she pursed her lips, Y/N had to admit Dolley had a point. "Relax, I won't even get you drunk. I just need you to come see the cute little speakeasy on fourth street. It's my favorite spot."
"'Speakeasy'?" Y/N questioned, buttoning up the front of her coat, and Dolley nodded enthusiastically.
"Mhm. You've gotta know somebody to know about it," she said. "It's a pretty open secret in this neighborhood, but it's one of the only bars that isn't always crowded."
"It's a Sunday night; how many people are really going out drinking?"
Dolley gave her a tired glance. "You'd be surprised."
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AND WHEN THEY stumbled upon the bar not twenty minutes later, surprised she was.
"This is really the place?" Y/N was looking around skeptically, struggling to believe that the dirty, dank alley she'd been led into was was the entrance to Dolley's favorite spot in town. Had Dolley decided to murder her now that her name was on the lease, if only for the insurance payout? Had she been dealing with the mafia? Maybe she'd changed more in the past year or so than Y/N thought.
"Do I ever steer you wrong?" Dolley asked, eliciting a heavy sigh from the other woman.
"Too often to try and count."
"So then it's long overdue that I get it right." She finally stopped in front of a nondescript, weathered metal door in the back of a mildly battered building, and Y/N all but skidded to a halt, having been expecting to keep walking a while longer. She was hesitant to follow when the door Dolley opened revealed a set of stairs going up, but taking a step forward revealed the warm light filtering down toward them, carrying alongside it traces of jazz music and animated chatter. "See? I know what I'm talking about sometimes."
"Sometimes," Y/N repeated, unconvinced.
When they emerged just moments later, Y/N decided fairly quickly that she liked it. It was quaint, old-fashioned, but a warm, charming space.
"So?" Dolley asked, and though she gave a noncommital shrug, Y/N was smiling. "Let's get a drink or two in you and maybe you'll give it the credit it deserves." And maybe, just maybe, Dolley had hit the mark once again.
Two drinks and an hour later, the both of them were seated at the bar, giggling and slumped over one another but far from drunk. As it turned out, a year apart left them with a surprising amount to talk about, from Y/N's hostel horror stories to Dolley's nightmare of a former roommate -- both of which left them endlessly grateful that they were going to be living together from then on. Their coats were draped over the backs of their seats, and the energy spilling over from their spirited conversation was born more of a sugar high than of any real intoxication -- both their drinks were heavy with fruit juice and mixers, if only for the sake of sobriety.
"...but that was when the cops showed up."
Y/N's eyes widened. Dolley had only finished detailing about a semester and a half of her freshman year, and she was still at least fifteen minutes into sharing her first run-in with UW's notorious midterm rager. "You can't just stop the story there!"
"But there's no more to tell! No one stuck around to get arrested. We were on the steps of the library, for heaven's sake."
"So you just left? How'd you get away?"
"Oh," Dolley giggled, a hand resting on Y/N’s knee as she leaned toward her in her short fit of laughter. "Well, I just ran for it, and very nearly got myself hopelessly lost. A grad student ended up letting me hide out in the library until it all cleared up."
"A grad student, huh?" Y/N wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "And you spent the whole night locked in there with them?"
"Oh, you know it's not like that! I was nineteen, don't you start making drama where there isn't any."
"But Doll, you know that's my specialty," Y/N whined, and Dolley laughed. "Anyway, were they cute, though?"
"All I'll say is that if I were trapped in a library with them tomorrow, I'd feel lucky to be on birth control."
Dolley's sly grin made Y/N gasp teasingly, leaning back to eye the other woman as though she'd just instigated a scandal. "Dolley Payne! I am ashamed at your lack of self restraint."
"You wouldn't be if you were on the receiving end of it."
"You offering?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her drink.
"I mean, my roommate just moved out, so there's no one at my apartment right now," Dolley said mildly, giving a slight shrug. "Any chance you wanna spend the night?"
When she winked, Y/N couldn't help but laugh outright. "Mm, I'll definitely consider it," she said, sarcasm heavy in her voice, and despite her dry tone, Dolley once again burst into a fit of giggles, her hysterics more contagious than Y/N would've liked to admit. Perhaps her roommate couldn't hold her alcohol quite as well as as she thought.
Dolley leaned back toward the bar for a refill, and Y/N's eyes began to wander in her absence. The room was packed with leather furniture, tufted couches and armchairs; it had a fireplace along one wall and a pool table in the corner at which two men seemed to be escalating quite a heated argument. The sight amused her, if only in the least, but she turned away with her small smile, taking another sip of her drink. That was when her gaze landed on the man directly to her left where she sat facing Dolley, his arm draped over the back of the couch and his stare fixed on her friend. Y/N raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, don't look now, but the hottie at your three o'clock is totally checking you out."
"'Three o'clock'?" Dolley repeated, brow furrowed, "Y/N, it's past ten, what are you--"
"Military directions, Doll; just--" Y/N cut herself off with a scowl, glancing back to her side. "Don't be too obvious about it. He's directly to your right." When Dolley's head whipped around toward the man, subtlety be damned, Y/N sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. However, the other woman's eyes widening gave her pause. "What, d'you know him, or something?"
With the way Dolley was biting her lip and fiddling with the rim of her glass, it was strikingly obvious that there was more to the story. "...Sort of," she replied vaguely.
"Which means what, exactly?" Despite Y/N's newly uncovered intrigue, Dolley's eyes didn't leave the man in question, and her best friend scowled. "Spill. Now."
"That's James," she finally answered, wearing a wide grin. "He's a friend."
"I need details here!" Y/N demanded. "Based on how he's looking at you, I'm not sure I buy that he's just 'a friend.'"
"He's a PhD candidate. We've crossed paths in the school of economics a couple of times, and he's a big sweetheart. But you didn't hear that last part from me." Y/N raised an eyebrow at her words, and Dolley continued, "And I might've slept with him, like, once or twice."
"How is that the last thing you think to mention? You've been holding out on me," Y/N said, swatting at Dolley's shoulder, but she just shrugged. "So are you gonna go over there and talk to him, or what?"
"Oh, no, I can't leave you alone here!" she protested. "This is our night to celebrate your finally moving here. I wouldn't abandon you like that."
"I can take care of myself; I promise." Y/N gave her a pointed look before nodding back toward James. "Besides, you're stuck with me all the time now. Don't pass up something like him just to spare your conscience. C'mon."
Dolley hesitated, stealing another glance to her right, and when James met her gaze, giving her a small smile, Y/N could see her face light up. "Are you sure?" Despite Dolley's hesitance, her eyes were shining, and Y/N nodded.
"Go. Have fun. Live a little."
"I'll be back for you in a bit, dear." Dolley squeezed Y/N's shoulder affectionately as she stood up, sending her a grateful look before starting off to her right.
Y/N turned back to the bar with a chuckle, finishing off her drink and asking the bartender for a glass of water, musing about what her first few days at the university would look like, her gaze absent as she looked up at the shelves of alcohol across from her. She was still sad to have left her semester of travel behind, but she'd long since decided to embrace the change this year had already begun to bring. She was living at the nation's capitol, paying next to no tuition at a prestigious university. New beginnings were bittersweet, but she was excited for her path forward.
Her thoughts had begun to gravitate toward the semester of actual classes she had before her (because apparently, to get a degree, she had to "get good grades") when she was pulled back to the room before her, the bartender setting a martini down in front of her. It looked tempting, but-- "I'm sorry; I think there's been a mistake?"
Her words seemed to catch the bartender by surprise as he stopped himself in his tracks, returned to where she was sitting. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?"
"No problem at all, but I think this drink is someone else's," she said, pushing it back toward him with a polite smile. "I've just been having water."
"Actually, it was sent by the gentleman at the end of the bar." Her eyebrows shot up, and when she glanced to her right, she caught the gaze of a well-dressed man whose eyes were already trained on her, wearing a barely-there smile, an expectant eyebrow raised. She hadn't realized she was staring, gaze wandering from the v-neck of his sweater to where it was pulled taut around his dark forearms, until the bartender cleared his throat, and she turned back to him with a start. The man several seats over was now grinning outright, in her opinion overly self-pleased, and she deigned not to acknowledge how the way he was looking at her had her heart pounding against her ribcage. "Take it or leave it, but it's no mistake."
She bit her lip, not daring to turn to her right once more; she could already feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, creeping up her neck. "Would you please send it back to him?" She asked in a small voice. "Tell him that if he wants to talk to me, he can come here and do it himself."
To her relief, he obliged her with a surprised laugh, continuing off with the glass she'd been offered, and she thanked him quietly as he went on his way. It couldn't have been a minute later when a low voice from behind Y/N made her jump.
"Y'know, when I buy women drinks, I don't usually get 'em returned to me with stipulations."
The corners of her lips twitched upward, but she didn't look at him until he came around to stand beside her. "Then maybe you've been buying drinks for the wrong women."
"It's like that, huh?" His soft huff made her smile. "Maybe I bought a drink for the wrong woman just now."
Y/N turned to him with her brow furrowed, already opening her mouth to rebuke him, but when she saw his teasing smile, she stopped herself. "You still decided to come over, didn't you?"
"So, what, you're just too irresistible?" He rose an eyebrow, and she shrugged.
"You said it, not me."
He laughed, drumming his fingers on the back of the chair beside her, and she pursed her lips as she eyed the man. He had a full head of dark, thick curls, and his tight sweater bulged at his biceps, drawing her distracted gaze away from his winning smile. "Mind if I join you, then?"
She was leaning onto the bar, resting on her forearms as she considered him, lips pursed. "I suppose some company couldn't hurt."
"Glad to hear it." Y/N was struggling to pull her eyes away from the wide grin he wore, but as he took a seat beside her, he didn't seem to mind. "So what's a woman like you doin' drinkin' alone on a Sunday?"
"Good question," she started, lips pursed as she considered him -- because really, what was she doing? Playing ghost wingwoman for Dolley? Reminiscing on her shitty flings in Europe? Trying to sober up from the sugar content of her sickeningly sweet cocktails so she didn't throw up from something other than alcohol? "Maybe I've just been waiting for someone to finally approach me."
Her mischievous smile made his eyebrows shoot up, surprised but more than pleasantly so. "'S that right?" The noncommittal tilt of her head gave him little to go on. "Sorry to say it, but if you're lookin' to meet people, this isn't the first place I'd recommend, sweetheart."
"It seems to be working for me so far," she pointed out, raising a smug eyebrow, and the man laughed, eyes shining. "Then again, I don't even know your name. Have we really even formally met?"
"You make an excellent point," he conceded, and when Y/N took another sip of her water, his eyes flickering down to her mouth was the furthest thing from subtle. "But what's the intrigue of a mysterious stranger approachin' you at a bar if I just tell you my name, hm?"
"What, are you going to make me beg for it?" The undertone of her own words certainly wasn't lost on Y/N, not as her voice dropped to a murmur, the corners of her lips curling up into a mischievous smile. He didn't seem thrown off, either; his eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch, a fire blazing behind them that Y/N could've sworn hadn't been there even a minute before.
"Don't you start givin' me ideas," he said quietly, and she could feel her breath catch, her stomach turn, but she paid it little mind, "unless that's what you're really lookin' for."
"I don't think I know what you're implying." The innocent smile Y/N had plastered on made him raise an amused brow, despite that her voice sounded as though she'd been winded. "But it does seem awfully mean to make such a fuss over something so simple. I have to say, I almost feel like I'm being exploited."
"Hey, I came all the way over here. 'S your turn to put in some leg work now." When he bumped his elbow into hers, she hadn't expected to laugh at the brief, teasing action, but whether it was hormones or her excessive consumption of glucose, something about that night had her feeling just a bit lighter than usual.
"Alright, alright," she finally caved, dropping the coy facade. "What can I ever do to make up for the wasted martini and two meters of walking you had to overcome?"
"You can tell me where you're from, for starters." Y/N raised a skeptical eyebrow at the question, folding her arms, but he only shrugged. "What? Haven't seen you around here before; I know I'd remember if I had." She rolled her eyes when he winked but didn't cut him off. "So what's your deal, then? In town visitin' a friend? Here for some kinda election event?"
"I just moved here, actually. I'm new to the neighborhood."
"So you're livin' around here?"
"So you're already trying to stalk me?"
He laughed at her accusatory stare, her lips pursed. "Nah, 'm just from this part of town," he said, but hesitated a moment to continue as he eyed her curiously. "Can you blame me for takin' interest when I hear a pretty face like yours is gonna be out 'n' about here more often?"
"Excuse you, I'm much more than just a pretty face," Y/N said defensively, but the man just shrugged.
"Well, since you're refusin' to tell me anythin' about yourself, how am I supposed to know that?" The look in his eyes was challenging, and she let out an amused huff, trying to bury how endeared she was in a facade of exasperation.
"Alright, smart guy; you win this one," she said with a scowl, but her lips quirked as she continued, "I just settled into an apartment building a block or two over. Now have I earned your name?"
"I'm Thomas," he supplied.
"Y/N."
"Y/N," he repeated quietly, the look in his eyes softening. "So, where'd you move here from?"
"A little bit of everywhere," she responded vaguely, taking another sip of her drink, and Thomas cocked a brow.
"Care to explain?"
"I've been abroad," Y/N laughed, enjoying his look of bemusement. "I'm from Ohio, originally, but I went to Chicago for school, and I've spent the past year or so in Europe."
He nodded, pausing a moment at her words. "Really? Ohio?"
"I spent a year halfway across the world, and that's what you choose to focus on?" Her words were almost indignant, and the disbelief in her narrowed eyes made him laugh.
"'M sorry, I just..." He trailed off, his eyes wandering down her figure, and she gave him a skeptical glance, turned back to her drink. "Wouldn't have pegged you for a Midwesterner."
"There's a reason I ran for the hills the first chance I got." She snorted, taking a sip of her seltzer water as she shook her head. Her gaze was absent, drifting across the wall behind the bar, but before Thomas could question it, she'd turned back to him, eyebrows raised. "So what about you? What's your origin story? Texas? Alabama?"
"Virginia, born and raised," he answered easily, clear pride in it laced through his voice, but he glanced at her suspiciously a moment later. "I really strike you as bein' from Alabama?"
"Listen, the southern accent was all I had to go off of. I did my best," Y/N defended, trying and failing to keep a laugh out of her tone, and he scoffed.
"Sure you did, sweetheart." The sarcastic lilt to his voice came alongside a broad grin, and had his voice not been so playful, she may have written him off right there and then. As it was, though, she couldn't even bring herself to scowl at the words. Instead, she held his warm stare, trying not to concentrate on the fact that she could feel his body heat permeating his sweater just inches to her left, trying to reign in her spiking pulse. Being beyond hyper-aware of just how close Thomas was, though, it shouldn't have startled Y/N when he knocked his knee into hers. When her eyes refocused, having been lost in thought, she could see in his eyes the pleasure he was taking in how skittish he'd made her.
"Anyway, now that I'm not some cryptic intruder," he started -- he didn't seem to notice that Y/N's focus was still fixed on subduing the heat rising in her neck, "can I buy you that drink?"
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THUS BEGAN THE rest of their night. It was nearly eleven when Dolley texted her from the other side of the room, a frantic plea for forgiveness if she went home with James. (She swore, she hadn't meant to leave Y/N alone on their first night out together -- besides, Y/N seemed to have found a nightcap of her own. Forget a tall drink of water; the stranger in burgundy was a daiquiri and a half -- Dolley's words, not mine.)
And really, Y/N didn't mind. She was more than willing to walk home alone if it meant a night of just a little adventure. She ended up staying at the bar with Thomas until the owner nearly had to throw them out -- and Y/N couldn't blame them. Neither of them had had anything to drink in over an hour, so she supposed that as the clock neared midnight, they really weren't making much of a dent in the profit margin.
But it wasn't her fault, really. No one told her when she'd left her apartment that evening that, for once in her life, the person sending her a drink wouldn't be an incel with a god complex. Quite frankly, not only was that bullet dodged, but Thomas quickly proved to be more than a few inches above the low, low bar she'd set.
The night grew colder outside the windows, but the pair of them were preoccupied, busy inching closer, her hand falling upon his arm when she laughed, his legs brushing against hers as he acted as though he hadn't even noticed. They could both tell her demure front was just for show; her skin burned under his touch, layers of fabric be damned, and his gaze was electric. She'd long since thrown caution to the wind, anyway. Where the night was headed was clear only minutes after he'd sat down beside her; the air between them was charged. Sure, she'd only met him a couple hours prior, but any sort of a spark could certainly make a fire to last at least one night -- and last it did.
However, she didn't expect to have to be the one to push it that far. Brazenness seemed to be Thomas's mode of operation, so she was almost surprised when their being herded out onto the street below didn't immediately end in his hands on her skin, her body pulled flush against him. When they reached the musty alleyway, she was struggling to believe the firebrand of a man who'd bought her a drink hours before had suddenly become so mild in the night air.
But he'd bought her a drink. The ball was in her court.
"You cold, sweetheart?" Y/N glanced back over her shoulder, shivering, to see Thomas watching her with concern in his eyes. To be candid, she was fine -- winter in D.C. had nothing on the frigid bite of the air in Finland -- but she couldn't pretend how worried he looked wasn't part of what was tempting her to deal with the devil, heavy shadows clinging to his brow.
"I'm alright," she replied quietly, offering him a reassuring smile, but his creased brow didn't part.
"You sure? That coat doesn't look all that heavy."
"Really. I'm okay," she said with a light laugh, though she didn't think how she'd begun sniffling as her nose started to run was helping her case all that much. "I have a short walk home; it's no biggie."
That, however, made his eyebrows shoot toward his hairline. "You're walkin' home? Y/N, I dunno how safe that is."
"It's hardly snowing."
"I mean for you to be alone in the city in the middle of the night," he said, pausing as he reached where she stood just before the opening of the alleyway. "Can I call you an Uber?"
She turned her head to find him right by her side, perhaps an inch between the pair, his warm breath tickling her neck as he looked down at her. Her smile was hesitant. "I'm not letting you burn up some fossil fuels for a two block car ride. I can take care of myself."
"How 'bout if I walk you home?" he offered, and she let out a light sigh. "C'mon, leavin' you here alone in the middle of the night doesn't sit right with me. If somethin' happened..."
Though he trailed off, the implication in his words was obvious, and Y/N raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying that, because a stranger might follow me home, I should let a different stranger follow me home to prevent it?"
When she put it like that, Thomas couldn't help his quiet laugh at the irony of the situation. "Hey, I thought we'd agreed I'm not a stranger anymore," he protested, but Y/N looked him up and down skeptically.
"What, you paid for my drinks and called me pretty, and suddenly we're besties?"
"Now, we both know 'besties' wasn't exactly what I was goin' for," he said matter-of-factly, his smile sharp but playful, and despite how tilted the whole situation felt, she couldn't hold back her chuckle. She rolled her eyes, stuffed her hands in her pockets as she turned back to the well-lit sidewalk before them, the January snow crunching under her boots, but when she met his eyes, Thomas's expression had softened. He rose an inquiring eyebrow, and finally, she sighed.
"Yeah, you walking me home would be nice."
A grin split his light demeanor. "Alright. Lead the way, sweetheart."
"Follow me."
They took a right out of the alleyway, and as traffic continued to roar by beside them, speeding through the night, as the low buzz of the antiquated streetlights permeated the air, they fell into a comfortable silence, never falling out of step with one another. Snow was flecked across both their coats, and shadows were cast across their features, cycling back with each passing lamp.
Y/N hadn't been exaggerating when she deemed it a short walk home; it couldn't have been more than five minutes before they found themselves nearing the front steps of her building, and she looked up at him.
"Hey, thanks for tonight," she said, voice timid, and he turned to her with a wide smile.
"'S been my pleasure," he replied. "Sorry for keepin' you out so long; your roommate must be startin' to wonder."
When Y/N laughed lightly, Thomas raised an eyebrow, apparently not following whatever she'd taken away from his words. "I have a feeling she's a little too preoccupied to be worrying about me right now," she said dryly. She'd been back in town for not 48 hours, and Dolley was already going out on her own -- as supportive as Y/N was, Dolley had a habit of getting too attached too quickly. She was praying James wouldn't end up another regrettable hookup.
However, Thomas couldn't exactly hear her thoughts, something Y/N hadn't considered before tightly grabbing ahold of the rope to her mental tangent -- it was his fault, really. She couldn't be blamed for his lack of talent in mind-reading. But as he continued to watch her expectantly, as she pulled herself back to the present, she finally said, "She's spending the night with someone else tonight. Make of that what you will."
He shook his head in amusement. "Good for her."
"I'm sure her host thinks so."
A moment passed in quiet under the frigid night sky, Y/N hesitant to act but Thomas hesitant to leave. He was the one to break it.
"It was good to meet you, Y/N," he said softly, and she raised her eyebrows. Her window of opportunity was dwindling. "Hope I'll see you--"
"D'you want to come upstairs?" She hadn't meant to cut him off, but the words were spilling from her tongue before she could lose her nerve. Her heart was pounding; she wasn't fond of having to make the risky move, and the tentativeness in his raised eyebrows wasn't helping.
"Seriously?" Oh, God. Was it really such a ridiculous idea that he was struggling to believe she was asking? "I..." Thomas let out a heavy sigh when he trailed off before pursing his lips, tongue in cheek and looking everywhere but at her. "'S temptin', but... I can't do that to you."
Y/N only stared at him in disbelief. "What?"
"You've been drinkin' all night." His tone left little room for negotiation, but she was on the edge of taking offense. "I know you don’t seem drunk, but if your judgment isn't all the way there, it's not happenin'. G'night, sweetheart."
She was still standing in stunned silence when he turned to walk back the way he came, but when he started retreating in her field of vision, she called after him, "Hang on." To her relief, he looked back at her quizzically, footsteps stalling on the snow-coated sidewalk, and she took a step toward him. "I've been drinking seltzer water and fruit juice all night, Thomas," she said, and his eyes widened almost imperceptibly. "So if you're not interested, you don't need to make excuses, but I'm asking you while perfectly sober."
Her stomach seemed to be trying to turn itself inside-out as she waited anxiously for him to respond; the calculated way he looked her over only exacerbated the feeling. "Have you had anything to drink tonight?"
"Next to nothing." The pause between them was heavy, both their minds racing but far from in consensus. "Your move, Thomas."
Not three seconds passed before he was striding toward her decisively, and she inhaled sharply when his arm snaked around her waist, his other hand cupping her cheek, thumb sweeping over the expanse of skin. She was flush against his chest, too surprised to even react, her hands resting at his upper chest, and her eyes widened when she felt his cheekbone brush against the crown of her head. He tilted his head down to look at her, his lips hardly a hair away from the top of her ear. She could feel his breath down her neck, setting her nerves alight. "Can I kiss you?"
Her answer was immediate. "Please."
And before she had time to think, his lips were on hers; he was tangling a hand into her hair. He wasted no time in starting to walk her back toward her building, steadying her with a firm grip on her waist as she stumbled backward.
She yelped when her heel hit the bottom step up to her building's door, and she broke the kiss, then clinging to his shoulders in an effort not to fall, struggling to hold her weight on her legs as she lifted one foot onto the first step. Both their chests were heaving, and Thomas wore a wry grin.
"I've been wantin' to do that since I sent you that martini," he murmured, dipping down to kiss along her jawline, and Y/N let out a breathy chuckle.
"So you had to wait, what, three hours?" she retorted, tone dry. "Oh, how you've suffered."
"Had to wait three hours too long," he corrected her, and before she could jab back at him, his mouth again found hers. She moaned against him when he bit down lightly on her bottom lip, responding in kind by rolling her tongue teasingly against his. It was too much and yet still, not enough. His hands were all over her; she couldn't focus on how his body felt pressed into hers as the sensation quickly overwhelmed her, and when his grip on her hip tightened, she gasped into his mouth.
"Thomas, wait, I--" She was cut off before she could get the thought out. "Thom-- Mmh--!" He kissed her ardently, reveling in her response to his touch every bit as much as she was reveling in the feeling of it. Regardless, she pulled back, looking him in the eye, and held him off with a hand on his chest. "Let's go in. I'd rather be somewhere a lot warmer and a little more..." --she traced a finger down the lapel of his designer coat with a sly smile, finally using it to pull him closer-- "...private."
"Don't have to tell me twice." He split from her, tugging her alongside him and up the stairs by her hand, and her eyes widened at his frantic movements. She didn't even flinch at first, stunned by how abrupt the action had been, but when he glanced back over his shoulder at her, her fingers already linked between his, she drew in a shuddering breath.
"Let's go."
From there, their night was a blur of heavy jeans and chunky sweaters being scattered across Y/N's bedroom, their coats discarded and long forgotten not three feet past her apartment door. Whatever gods were above seemed to have smiled on her; she and Dolley both striking it lucky on the same night felt too perfect for it to be coincidental, especially as Y/N's bedroom door slammed loudly behind them, her body pinned against its interior moments later.
Every impatient touch was ablaze, brimming with fireworks and crave as her eager hands found their way up his shirt, his curls bouncing when he pulled it over his head.
It was all reckless, every second of it, but as Y/N saw it, what was the worst that could happen? The occasional uncomfortable run-in with Thomas if they passed on the street? That was beyond worth her evening of adrenaline. She gasped when he pushed her back onto her mattress, climbing on immediately after her.
"Thomas," she moaned, threading her fingers into his curls as his lips worked their way down her neck.
"What is it, sweetheart? Hm?"
She squealed when he nipped at her sensitive skin, nails digging into his upper back, but her tense muscles relaxed as he began sucking a hickey into the same spot a moment later. "I need you. Please."
She could feel his smile against her skin, the vibrations of his light chuckle. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." He pulled back as the pads of his fingers dug into her hips, and she inhaled sharply. His eyes were shining, predatory and smug. "How could I say no?"
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COME THE NEXT morning -- or, really, the next afternoon -- Y/N was grateful to have escaped without a hangover, completely absent a headache, the light of day not even a bother as it glared past her curtains. However, the minute she tried to sit up, she realized that she certainly had a backache, and she wasn't entirely convinced her legs would be willing to work when she tried to stand.
Realization struck her a moment later; she winced as she sat bolt upright, ignoring the ache in her shoulders when she lunged for her phone. Oh, shit.
"Thomas," she hissed, shoving his snoring body through her comforter. "Thomas, wake up."
He sniffed as he shifted in her bed, trying to speak through his heavy yawn. "What's goin' on?"
"What's going on is that it's almost two o'clock." Her scowl was deep-set as she shoved the covers off of herself, paying him little mind as she began to root through her drawers for something to wear. "And you need to go. I have somewhere to be."
It hadn't occurred to her to be self-conscious as she paced through her room, but when she turned back to see Thomas's lazy stare following her still-naked body, she could feel her cheeks flare. "Get dressed."
"Alright, alright," he said, sleep still heavy in his voice as he reached for his phone where he'd discarded it on his long-abandoned jeans. She didn't see it, busy pulling on underwear and yanking on a hoodie over her the heavily-marked skin of her chest. "Fuck. I'm gonna be late."
She rolled her eyes when his own panic was finally what kicked him into gear, as he began shoving his legs back into his pants in a frenzy. "Jesus, do I need to get home," he muttered to himself, unsteadily typing something into his phone with one hand as he struggled to buckle his belt with the other. "Sorry for crashin', I--"
"It's fine; it was late as all hell," Y/N cut him off, too preoccupied to concern herself with what'd happened the night prior. She was clinging to the desperate hope that her laptop might not be dead as she dug through he drawers for its charger. "When you find all your stuff, you can just go."
"Alright. I..." He glanced to her hesitantly, pausing in his quest to put himself back together before he could flee with his dignity and whatever plans he had for that afternoon still intact. She glanced at him inquisitively in his silence. "I'll see you around, Y/N."
She offered him a small smile before he returned to trying to dig up his sweater, completely oblivious to where he could've possibly tossed it. "Let's hope so."
Those were all the words exchanged before she ducked into her bathroom, began running the shower, and wiped her smeared mascara from where it'd been running down her cheeks. Thomas left with no more pomp or circumstance.
She hardly had time to fix her appearance after she showered, doing the bare minimum before she rushed back to check on the charge her laptop had left. 74% would be enough to make it through her first lecture, right? She didn't waste a second on dwelling.
Her first class was, to her dismay, halfway across campus from her apartment. She hardly slipped into the lecture hall in time, the clock striking 2:59 PM as she took a seat toward the back, quietly greeting the person in the seat beside her as they glanced up from their phone. Maybe her rolling up less than sixty seconds before the lecture began wasn't exactly the best first impression for her, coming in as a 2nd semester junior at a new college, but she'd managed to beat Professor Jefferson, so it appeared she was safe.
It was 3:03 when he showed up; Y/N had just finished convincing the fan on her laptop to stop shrieking, had found a pen nestled into the deepest depths of her bag. She was scrolling absentmindedly through Twitter when the back doors of the lecture hall were thrown open one final time. She didn't look up at first, but his voice made her eyes widen.
"Afternoon, everybody. Hope you've all been doin' well through the long winter." His voice was upbeat as he padded down the carpeted steps toward the desk at the front of the room.
Y/N was fairly sure she was going to be sick, and unfortunately, she had no hangover to chalk it up to. Disbelief permeated her every shaky breath, the feeling trounced only by dread. Her throat had gone dry.
"For anyone who doesn't know me, I'm Professor Jefferson. I started in the political science department this last fall," he said as he reached the floor, loud voice projected through every corner of the hall, tone joking when he added, "And for anyone who's eventually gonna ask, I promise 'm well aware of how young I am."
When he turned around, Y/N's worst fears were realized -- though, she was certainly surprised at how put-together he looked, having left her apartment just one short hour earlier.
"I've spent the past few years workin' in government, but I'm glad to be back in classrooms, even if I'm on the other side of 'em." He set his briefcase down on his desk, looking the room over as he withdrew his papers, opened his laptop. Y/N was sinking progressively further and further down in her chair. "I trust you've all done the assigned readin'?"
He was met with a scattered chorus of yeses and halfhearted noises of affirmation, and he chuckled. "Well, 'm glad to hear you enjoyed 'em so much."
She wasn't sure whether his words being met with soft laughs dispersed throughout the room was because of the sarcasm sitting heavy in his words, or instead because of how contagious his bright grin was.
"Alright, alright, the enthusiasm'll get there. Feel free to pull up the syllabus on whatever you've got with you, but it'll be projected up here as we go through it." The class sounded slightly more awake by then, and while it surely wasn't everyone, Y/N felt confident enough that a decent fraction of the noise was her classmates murmuring with disbelief about how this was their professor, no doubt interspersed with jokes about suddenly taking an intimate interest in political philosophy, capped off with a wink.
But she was no one to judge. Despite being unsure whether her heart was trying to beat its way through her ribcage or if it'd altogether stopped, when Thomas leaned against the front of the desk, arms folded and ankles crossed, she couldn't bring herself to regret the events of the past sixteen hours -- were she given a chance to turn back time, it was a mistake she'd readily make again.
"I'll take any questions as we go on through it," he continued, but that time, as he scanned the crowd, Y/N's luck seemed to have run out. However, though she'd been given the luxury of a gradual realisation, the inevitable punch in the gut of recognition hit him all at once. His eyes locked onto hers, immediately going wide, his expression dropping to one of alarm, and she held his gaze warily.
His silence was a fraction of a second too long, long enough to raise questions, before his self-awareness kicked in, and he picked his jaw up off the floor. The smile he plastered on was riddled with unease. "Hope everything in the course description was clear. I have no doubt this'll be an... excitin' semester."
He played off his shock easily, falling back into his upbeat persona, but as he went on, Y/N felt lucky she'd already read the syllabus — she didn't process a single word out of his mouth. The class was three hours long, and only five minutes into the first day, she’d apparently already slept with her professor.
If this was the semester she had ahead of her, then, well... 'exciting' was certainly a word for it.
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Extremely Cuddly, Shockingly Soft and Lovely
Pairing: Rowena x reader
Summary: After helping the Winchesters out with a case, Rowena is being unusually affectionate.
A/N: Based on this prompt by my lovely friend @impala-1979
Editor: @miss-moon-guardian
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Of all the ways Rowena could have greeted you, the last thing you expected was a bone-crushing hug. You'd barely said, "Hi," cut off halfway through by her arms around you, squeezing the life out of you. As if it had been months since you'd last seen her as opposed to mere days.
You didn't complain, though, instead returning the hug and squeezing back just as hard. She was warm in your arms. So tiny, so fragile, yes strong beyond belief.
"Well, hello there," you said, breaking into a grin, surprised but welcoming of the strange greeting.
Rowena wasn't a hugger. Or rather, she wasn't much of an initiator. She enjoyed a good cuddle, but she had to be prompted into it. Making the first step was beneath her, though, a few rare times, she allowed herself to snuggle in unprompted.
She'd gone to help Sam and Dean on a case a few days ago, and you were already missing her. The home was empty without her. The bed you shared cold, lifeless. Your body lacking hers to warm up with, to feel safe, at home.
You'd texted and video chatted countless times, but it wasn't the same. Nothing beat having her in your arms, safe and sound.
A part of you regretted not going with her. She'd made it more than clear that you were welcome to accompany her, just like all those times before. Against your heart's wishes, you'd opted not to. It was a fairly simple case, after all. An out of control witch. Nothing the three of them couldn't handle on their own.
You'd regretted that decision the moment the door had closed behind her on her way out.
Codependence wasn't healthy; you were more than aware of that. But still.
But still.
Now that you had her with you, you never wanted to let her go again.
To your utmost surprise, Rowena seemed to share the sentiment.
"Are you okay, baby?" you asked, baffled by the way she clung to you. So tight, a koala clinging to a tree branch. "Did something happen?"
She nuzzled your chest like an overly affectionate cat. "Everything is fine." Her voice was soft, lovely. Cotton candy and silk mixed into one. You wanted to melt in it.
You didn't buy it, but you let it go. Who were you to look gift hugs in the mouth?
"I missed you," you whispered, kissing her hair.
"I missed you, too, darling." She tightened her grip, Pressing her face against your chest.
You enjoyed the moment too much to chastise her for ruining your shirt. Makeup could be washed off. It wasn't every day that your girl initiated affection — to this degree, no less. A dirty shirt was a more than fair price to pay.
As the two of you settled in the living room to talk about her travels, Rowena remained by your side. Literally glued to you, as if you were bound at the hip. As she talked of tracking down the witch and killing her, her head was on your shoulder, one hand firmly in yours, fingers twined in an almost unbreakable knot.
When she got up to make tea, she dragged you with her to the kitchen, one hand on the kettle and the other holding yours. Gripping it with impossible strength so that you couldn't break away.
Your questions if something bad had happened had gone unanswered.
Maybe she'd remembered Lucifer again. Maybe something had triggered her — again, like many times before — along the way, and she didn't want to be alone like she was that day in May of 2017 when he showed up and messed her up for life. When, following a meaningless argument, you'd left to blow off some steam, and had returned to a bloodbath and a charred corpse in the middle of the hotel room.
Maybe she wanted to make sure that you were here. That, this time around, you wouldn't leave. That she wasn't alone.
You didn't have the heart to take it away from her.
So you remained at her side. You allowed her to drag you around the house, to cling to you as she sat beside you. Even when she squeezed too tight and it was hard to breathe, you didn't say a word.
Let her have her fantasy. Let her have her feeling of safety. You'd promised her, after she'd healed, that you would never leave her again, and you intended to make good on it.
Besides, it felt nice to have her so close. It felt nice to snuggle up without having to coax her into it. To, for once in your life, not have to be the instigator. Rowena was affectionate; she loved cuddles and snuggles. She loved kisses and nuzzles and sweet promises of love. Not once did you doubt that she loved you the same way you loved her. She was just different. More closed off, due to her background.
But, gods, you enjoyed this open side of her immensely. However short it may be, you decided to make the most of it.
"I love you, Y/N."
She'd said it multiple times over the last few hours, and you'd returned each one. It was music to your ears, a lullaby you could fall asleep to every night.
Whatever had happened must have shaken her. But she was safe now. That was all that mattered. She would never be unsafe again, not while she was with you. Not while you could wrap her in your embrace and nuzzle her hair and tell her you loved her over and over again, for as long as she was willing to listen. For as long as she was willing to say it back.
To your great surprise, Rowena insisted on making dinner. Your favorite, she said. She would make it exactly as you liked it.
Blinking twice, three times, four, to make sure you hadn't been transported to an alternate reality without noticing, you asked, "Since when do you cook?"
"Can't I treat my girlfriend to a lovely homemade meal every once in a while?" she said, looking through cupboards for the kitchenware. Sorting the items she needed on the island, neatly and in order as she did when she worked on potions.
It was more like once in every few years, but you decided not to comment. Who were you to say no to a homemade meal? It was surely better, much more intimate, than being treated to restaurant dinners (which you always welcomed. Rowena had impeccable taste, and she never failed to impress).
"Okay," you said, still baffled by her behavior. Was she truly shaken up by something, or was something else going on?
Your heart jumped, nervous tingles slipping down the back of your neck like an army of angry ants. Had you forgotten an important date? An anniversary of some sort?
You cleared your throat. Mentally prepared yourself for the ire she would unleash on you for forgetting whatever it was that had taken place on this day. In your defense, you'd never been the best with days. Hopefully, Rowena would take that into consideration before she obliterated you. "Are-are we celebrating something? Did I forget something again?"
Rowena laughed, a sweet, delicious melody. Harmless. "I'm just making you dinner, Y/N." You breathed out in relief, muscles springing free of tension that had strung them stiff. "You're acting as if I never do anything nice for you."
You shrugged, because she didn't. Not like this. She didn't cuddle so much. She didn't make the first move. She didn't tell you she loved you so frequently, so earnestly. She didn't make you dinner from scratch and act like it was the most normal thing in the world.
None of this was normal.
It both scared and intrigued you.
Rowena pouted and, walking over, pressed her forehead to your chest like an injured, attention-starved kitten.
Your heart just about exploded with guilt, with regret that ate at you like acid. "I didn't mean it like that," you said, rubbing her back in the gentlest of circles. What had gotten into her today?
She looked up at you. Narrowed her eyes as if in thought. "I may forgive you if you kiss me."
Seriously? Since when did she ask for a kiss instead of taking it? Since when did she bury her face into your shirt and pout until she got what she wanted?
That was usually your tactic.
"You drive a hard bargain," you teased, cupping her cheeks into your palms with utmost tenderness and laying a kiss, soft as silk, to her forehead. Then one to the tip of her nose, and another, the cherry on top, on her lips.
"Good girl," Rowena said, and, with a flash of a smile, went back to work on dinner. "You're forgiven. For now." She winked.
"You're mean," you told her.
"Me?" she clasped a hand over her heart dramatically. "Never."
Right. She was Miss Goody Two-Shoes. As if. You chuckled.
"Why would I be mean when I love you?"
So she kept saying. You never tired of hearing it, no matter how strange it was. How unlike her.
"To assert dominance?" you joked.
She raised an eyebrow. You blew her a raspberry.
"Mature, darling."
You gave a shrug. "That's just me saying I love you back."
Rowena grinned, and walked over for another kiss. As if she needed the assurance. As if she needed to feel you, to touch you, to make sure you meant it. As if, otherwise, it would all be a lie. You gave in to it because why wouldn't you? Strange as it was, it cost you nothing. When she got over whatever it was she was going through, she would go back to normal. For now, you decided to enjoy this needy, clingy side of her.
The meal turned out incredible. Rowena, by her own choice, wasn't a cook, but when she put her mind to it, she could whip out incredible food. As magical as the potions she always made. Just as crafty, just as professional.
She marveled in your praise as you ate, and pulled you into an embrace as you finished, beaming like the sun on a summer afternoon. Beautiful and bright, without a cloud in sight.
"I really loved it," you said, kissing her cheek to emphasize it. "You should cook more often."
"I shall cook for you every day," Rowena vowed.
You highly doubted that, but you went along with it. "Think you could make filet mignon tomorrow?"
She looked you in the eyes, serious as a storm. "The best you've ever had."
"Deal."
She caressed your scalp. "Why don't you sit here and relax while I clean up?"
You looked at her as if she'd suddenly grown a second head. Since when did she volunteer to clean up? Since when did she look so gleeful at the mere thought of it? Last time she was home, she rolled her eyes all the way through, complaining that there wasn't a spell to speed up the process and vowing to create her own. Tonight was supposed to be your turn to do it. "For real?"
"Aye. Let the food settle, won't you?" She patted your stomach affectionately and started gathering the dirty dishes.
You blinked, baffled. Sure this had to be some sort of a joke, though she appeared one hundred percent serious.
"Okay…" you said, unsure, though you tried not to dwell on it. You were no fan of chores, either.
As she cleared out the table and wiped it, thoroughly, with a cloth, she kissed your forehead, then committed to doing the dishes. Every now and again, she would throw a glance at you, making sure you were still where she'd left you. Making sure you hadn't left.
You were growing to enjoy this side of her. It was odd and different and it would surely not last for more than a few days, at most, but it was sweet. She was sweet; sugary, to a level most people would find disgusting, but you reveled in. You just hoped she eventually told you what was going on. A change like this, you deserved to know the reason for.
A sudden vibrating sound startled you. Your phone, abandoned on the coffee table, was buzzing, the screen flashing as bright as a lamp. Grabbing it, you were surprised to see it was Sam who was calling. You sighed, frustrated. What had happened now? Did the Winchesters need Rowena — again? If so, why didn't they call her? You doubted they wanted your help. Who went to the student when they could go straight to the teacher?
"Hello," you said, uncertain.
"Hey, Y/N." Sam was polite. Friendly as always. You were no fan of hunters, but you appreciated it. Out of them all, he seemed like the most trustworthy. "Has Rowena gotten home?"
"Yup. Hours ago."
Rowena raised an eyebrow. You shot her a smile, prompting her to keep on washing plates.
Sam breathed out loudly. Was that relief you were detecting? "She okay?"
Uh oh. "Is there a reason she shouldn't be?"
"I—"
"We need you to check her pockets," Dean cut in. No nonsense, straight to the point as always.
"Why?" you asked.
"Has she been acting weird?"
Weird would be an understatement. Heart jumping with concern, you said, "Well, I mean, she��" She's been cuddly as an attention-hungry kitten. You cleared your throat. "She's been a bit… odd."
It wasn't something bad, was it?
Cold chills slid down the back of your neck, thin and prickly as needles.
Was it?!
"Check her pockets," Dean told you. "She might be cursed. Jack was acting weird all day, and we just found a hex bag in his pocket."
Cursed? Rowena could be cursed?
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit!
It was obvious, now that you thought about it. Of course she was cursed. Why else would she glue herself to you as if you were conjoined twins? Why else would she volunteer to make dinner for no special occasion — your favorite, at that — and insist that she do the dishes? Why else would she be so fucking squishy?
"On it. Thanks for letting me know."
As soon as you hung up, you were on your feet, heart racing, concern rising. Please, don't be a bad one, you prayed to any deity willing to listen. Please, please, please. The witch they'd faced was powerful, Rowena had told you. Dangerous. Sadistic. A radical change of behavior in her victims was certainly just the beginning.
You had no intention to see how it ended. Enough time had passed already. Hopefully, you'd managed to catch on to it in time, before something serious — something cruel, deadly — took effect.
"A friend?" Rowena inquired, raising a curious eyebrow.
"Sam and Dean."
"Ah. Checking up on me, are they?"
She had no idea.
As you got close, she did what she'd been doing all day and threw her arms around you. You sank into the embrace, let her curl around you like a piece of a puzzle perfectly nesting into place. Your hands slid down to her hips, felt for the pockets of her dress pants. Fingers slithered in as soon as they found them.
Your right fingertip brushed against a rough fabric, and relief instantly flooded you, a welcome, much needed high. Grabbing the small pouch, you threw it down. Swiftly, forcefully, as if it were poison deadly to the touch.
"What are you—" Rowena's eyes trailed yours, widening at the sight of the hex bag. Tiny. The color of rust. Almost harmless, lying all alone, abandoned, on the floor.
You spat, "Ignis." Fire.
The bag instantly burst into flames. Bright and orange, they devoured it, ate it from the inside out like acid, until it was nothing but a pile of ash. Fragile. Easily scattered. Powerless.
Rowena stared at it. She did nothing, said nothing, just stared at the grayish-black remains of the hex bag. Her arms were limp at her sides. Lips tight in an unreadable line.
"Rowena?" you said, concerned. "You okay?"
No reaction. No acknowledgement.
Nothing.
"Baby?"
She swallowed.
You reached for her hand, only to be pushed away. The rejection stung like a slap to the face.
Was this the aftermath of the curse? Was she shaken up about being snapped out of it so suddenly?
"Rowena, sweetie—"
"I was cursed." Her voice was cold. Distant.
"Yup. Sam and Dean said Jack was cursed, and they wanted me to check your pockets, to make sure."
Good thing they did, otherwise… Something would have happened. Something bad. You didn't know what, but you could guarantee it was nothing good. Evil witches didn't hex people who were after them mildly. Rowena, a former evil witch herself, would know that better than anyone.
"But you're okay now," you said. "Right?"
She gave a nod.
At least there was that.
A moment passed in silence, then Rowena uttered, "You didn't notice."
"What?"
"I wasn't myself, and you didn't notice."
Was that offense in her tone?
"It's not like that," you said, guilt lacing your words. "I just figured you were going through some stuff."
She stared at you, incredulous. "Like being cursed?"
She was offended. She was mad.
Shit. You swallowed. "Well…"
Thinking of it now, it was obvious. She hadn't been herself. Had been acting too different, too strange. Too unlike the woman you'd gotten to know in the past six years.
Rowena gasped. Dramatic. Exaggerated. Over the top. Her usual style. You sighed, mentally preparing yourself for the blow up. Here we go.
"How could you not notice? It was right in your bloody face!" she exclaimed in that tone that both intimidated and intrigued you, the one veteran theater actresses would envy. "Do I look like a bloody attention whore?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?"
She scowled as if you'd insulted her. Which, to be fair, you probably had. Raising her forefinger threateningly (not that you were truly afraid.She could be intimidating, but you never feared her), in your face, she snapped, "Don't be a smartarse!"
You shrugged, nonchalant. She was dramatic. You were a smartass. Some things were just facts.
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"What?"
"You liked me slobbering all over you like a diseased cat and waiting on you hand and foot." She crossed her arms. Her expression softened, mellowed into something you couldn't quite put your finger on. Something… sad.
Was that what she thought? That you didn't notice her being cursed because you enjoyed taking advantage of her? That you jumped at the chance?
It was your turn to be offended. "I can't believe you just said that."
"What am I supposed to think?"
"You're supposed to know me better than that."
"You are supposed to know me, as well, and look how that turned out."
Seriously? She was going there? You supposed you shouldn't be surprised; when Rowena kicked, she aimed for the lowest area. Not just because of her height.
"I thought something triggered you while you were working the case!" you exclaimed. "I didn't wanna say anything because I figured you just wanted to cuddle for a day or two, and you'd be back to normal. It's happened in the past!"
You didn't want to bring it up, but if she was going to be a bitch, you might as well make her face the truth. You felt bad for not noticing. Felt guilty. But there have been times, in the past, when she remembered Lucifer, and all she needed was some love, some sense of safety for a little while until the fear subsided. The two of you never talked about it; you'd had a consensus, a wordless agreement to let it happen.
So you let it happen.
It was harmless, usually. Just some cuddles and kisses. How were you to know a curse would make her exhibit the same symptoms?
Rowena had the decency to look ashamed. Eyes falling to her feet, avoiding yours for as much as they could, she said, "I know I'm not the most affectionate person."
"Are you kidding? You're the cuddliest witch I know!" She leveled you with a stare that threatened murder. You grinned. She rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. I admit, it was nice to see you take more of an initiative, but I don't think there's anything… lacking with the way you usually are. I wouldn't have you any other way."
She cracked a small smile. "Sap."
"You made me do it!" you accused jokingly.
She sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"
"How about a hug?" She gave you a look, one of those she reserved for when you did something incredibly stupid and she had no words to encompass it. "Please?"
"Maybe a small one," she relented after a moment of thought.
Giggling, you threw your arms around her and squeezed as hard as you could.
"Y/N!" Rowena protested.
"I can't help it!" you said, ecstatic. "You're just so squishy!"
"And you're mean!" she whined.
You could live with that.
She pouted for a few seconds before returning the hug and nestling comfortably against you, exactly where she belonged. Safe and sound and, most important of all, content. Happy, though she would never say it out loud.
"Say, Rowena..." you said, uncertain how to best approach the issue. "About that filet mignon you promised…"
"Don't even think about it."
You figured as much.
But it was okay. Because she was okay. She was unharmed. Herself. Yours, exactly as she was, with all her sides, good and bad.
Overly affectionate or not, she would always be your girl. There wasn't a single thing she could do to make you love her less. Laughter, tears, joy, grief, happiness, fear; you'd been through it all, and hadn't regretted a thing. Would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
But… damn, you were really looking forward to that filet mignon.
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St Agatha Gazette, Issue #2 🐇
Hello, citizens of St. Agatha - we meet again! Welcome to our second ever weekend update! Things have been choo-choo-chuggin' along! 🚂 Been taking it a little easier the past couple of days (though not on purpose, and not by choice >:P) due to finally getting my second vaccine and coming down with symptoms disorder.
On a bittersweet note, I just had a job interview that went well! So yay~! I might soon again be able to work, and worry less about rent and other fun things! ^^ But this could mean updates will be slowing a little - and I do mean as little as I can help it! Working on St. Agatha City has been such a positive force in my life!
Alrighty, on to the updates!
Traffic
With the exception of yesterday, the usual three hours per day have been successfully spent plugging away at St. Agatha City! A lot of the usual writing, coding, and art, but also researching the more complex features I hope to implement! A map system (which I will be showing off a little tomorrow~), an inventory, and a phone with a basic call function, so you can contact characters you bond with throughout the game, and maybe instigate events that way. Out of those three, though, the latter is on the lower end of priority, but the first two are confirmed and in development :)
I've been making use of the developer communities, as well as Ren'Py (the software I'm using to make St. Agatha City) forums to reach out with my questions to more skilled (and very kind, patient) users, who have been an absolutely huge help!
And thanks to alpha testers like my boyfriend, and our very own community member, @sugarcoatedsadism, things have been progressing nicely! Edits are being made, and new content is being added almost daily.
Weather
Enjoying the sun, citizens? I know I have! From inside, coding, at least ^^ It looks like it's due to be cloudy this upcoming week, at least through this weekend. But good news! With the map mentioned last week being slowly but surely being implemented, I will happily be turning my focus to an inventory system, as the new navigation system develops.
And, most excitingly, with more places to go, there will be more characters to meet! Expect, as my time allows, new character intros, art, and places around St. Agatha to be revealed!
Sports
The end of last week marked a big play, sports fan, and a big win! You'll be hearing more about this tomorrow, at noon, but I can show you a messy little sneakpeak of the basic design!
Now, it looks... a little rough at the moment, as it is only a placeholder example for me to experiment with, but with new research happening shortly, I'll be designing something that resembles the intended product relatively soon, which will be a lot closer to what is released with the finished game :)
You will be able to preview some of the locations that will be available to you to explore, interact with other characters, and answers to the different questions Pixy's time in St. Agatha causes.
I am super excited to go over it with you guys, with a more detailed fly by! See you at the game! Go... team...!
Closing Thoughts
I am happy to say that, after a week, I am still at it! St. Agatha City is progressing consistently, and just earlier this week I was able to release enough content to do an Alpha Demo Test with some friends, and get Chapter 0 looked over by an editor. It's small, but I am proud. I admittedly have a history of instability that has caused finishing projects to be difficult - but commitment to St. Agatha City is a point of pride to me. Creating it has helped me feel a sort of peace I really haven't before.
Speaking of Chapter 0 - once the map is done, all that's left is some writing, sprites, art fixes, and some final touches! Maybe, after some editing, I could release it as a demo for the public to try! :) that would be an amazing stretch goal. I think then I could feel confident opening a ko-fi perhaps, as I would now have an actual product that has been delivered, and more on the way!
Thanks again, for all of your kindness, support, and excitement. Stay safe out there, citizens! And have a great weekend!
~ Fairyfly
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Hi Bre! Thank you for doing more drabbles and I hope you get all the recognition you deserve! Can you please do Billy Russo and “Person A has a few friends over at their house to hang out. One friend (Person B) says that they’re not feeling very well so Person A lets them take a nap in their bed”? ❤️
Billy Russo, the least friendly of all your friends, was having a get together at his house. He’d just finished remodeling his penthouse (an endeavor that you decided was for rich people), and he wanted to show it off to his friends. So he asked you all to come over for drinks, and even though you were feeling a little sick, there was no way you were going to miss out on hanging out with your crush—
—your friend…. Just a friend…
You spent a lot of time at Billy’s place, and while the remodeling was going on, he spent a lot of time at yours. But now that you were seeing the results of the remodeling—you were impressed.
“A man of wealth and taste,” Curtis said, laughing as he clinked glasses with Billy.
“I didn’t think this place could get any swankier,” Karen said, “and yet…”
Billy grinned; you hadn’t seen him this happy in a long while. You were proud of him. Billy, you knew, was his own hardest critic. No matter how much money he earned, or how many penthouses he owned, Billy would always see himself as that unclaimed, unloved orphan boy who was thrown from group home to group home. “You know, Y/N helped me pick some of this shit out,” he said, turning to you. His smile fell. “You alright?”
You blinked over at him. You had been leaning on one of the counters, and your head was starting to pound. “I don’t feel so good…”
Billy was in front of you in a second, the back of his hand pressed down on your forehead. “I thought I told you to see a doctor,” he said.
You scoffed, leaning into his touch. “And I thought I told you that I just needed to rest.”
“But did you?” He asked, hand moving to cup your cheek.
“You know damn well she didn’t,” Frank said, instigating with a grin on his face, “she’s the female version of you: won’t stop till she drops.”
“Well,” Billy’s hand was on the small of your back now, “you’re stopping now, c’mon.”
“Noo!” You whined. “I’m not going to the doctor—it’s just a cold—”
“I’m not taking you to the doctor,” he explained as he led you out of the kitchen and through the living room, “I’m taking you to bed.”
Your cheeks heated up as Frank, Curtis, and Karen all cheered and “ooh”ed in the background. “Wha—why—”
“You’re taking a nap,” he said, leading you to his room, “and if you’re still not feeling better, than we’re going to the doctor.”
You had no response to that, and even if you did, how could you articulate it when Billy was pulling the comforter back and laying you in his bed? How could you do anything but stare as he was covering you with the blanket and tucking you in.
“You need anything?” He asked you, his voice low. “Water? Somethin’ to eat? I got medicine…”
You shook your head. “No, I’m good… Thanks, Billy.”
He nodded, standing up straight. He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, he just licked his lips. “Hey,” he said, eyes looking anywhere but at you, “I just…. You are…” He cleared his throat. “You mean a lot to me.” He leaned down and dropped a kiss to your warm forehead. “Get some rest.”
And with that, he left you to nap. You stared at the door once he’d left, eyes wide and heart pounding until finally you forced yourself to close your eyes, thinking of Billy. You were already feeling better as you laid on his cool sheets with his kiss still warm on your skin, and your eyelids were getting heavy as you thought of Billy’s dark eyes. You could hear the soft sounds of conversation and laughter in the distance, and you fell asleep to the sounds of happiness.
Later, when you woke up, the first thing you noticed was that you were feeling better. You didn’t have a headache and you felt well rested. The second thing you noticed was arms around your waist.
You turned slightly, eyes wide, to see Billy lying behind you, his eyes closed as he slept. A quick glance at the nightstand told you that it was late, and you guessed that everyone had gone home. You shifted, unsure of what to do, and Billy’s grip on you tightened.
“You feelin’ any better?” He asked, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.
“Mm hmm…”
“Good.” His hands were on top of yours, resting on your stomach. “Cause tomorrow we’re going on a date,” he informed you, “And after that…” you could hear the grin in his voice. “…we’re gonna sleep together for real.”
You laughed, and Billy reached over and kissed your ear. You went back to sleep, dozing off easily in Billy’s arm, looking forward to what the next day would bring.
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A Gatekeeper's Mission (Part 1)
Original Work Word Count: 1856 words Date Posted: March 31, 2021 Author’s Note: Unbeta’d but I hope you guys still like it and as always I love hearing your thoughts about my work so comments are always appreciated.
Their story was not what most people would consider conventional. They had their own roles to play, separate from each other. But an unexpected event forces them to meet and set off a chain of events that changes not only their worlds but the entire universe.
“The Prima would like to speak with you” upon hearing those words Andromeda Castel froze. It wasn’t often that the leader of their faction would personally be the one to speak with anyone lower than her superiors. “She would like to speak with both of you actually” Andromeda instantly exchanged looks with Astrid, her friend and partner.
The pair stood to follow the guard. The facility was bustling with activity, there were always Gatekeepers arriving and leaving, usually those coming and going from worlds and missions. There were tours happening for those in the academy and a few petty criminals being brought in.
They eventually stopped in front of The Prima's office. The guard knocked and after a beat a voice told them to come in.
The girls exchanged nervous glances for a brief moment again before entering the room. The Prima was seated at her desk going over documents. Andromeda and Astrid waited for her to turn her eyes on them. The Prima’s call was always important, as the leader of their island’s defense and as Gatekeepers it was necessary to heed her call.
Andromeda took the moment to take in The Prima’s office, it was not what she expected. Besides the desk the only other furniture were the four bookcase, two on either side of the office, a small table behind it to entertain guests and something covered and circular in shape in the middle of the room.
“Thank you for coming,” The Prima finally said, causing both girls to jump in surprise.
“I-it is an honor to be summoned by you, Prima.” Astrid stuttered, straightening her posture.
The older woman gestured to the chairs in front of her desk “Please, sit”
The pair took their seats, The Prima clasped her hands together and settled them on the table. “I have a situation that I would like for you two to handle.” she began. “There was an incident that happened in one of the Outer Worlds, there were reports of a foreign creature being spotted.”
“And you would like us to investigate?” Astrid asked.
“Yes” The Prima confirmed “and to instigate peace with the people who live in the area”
The two young women shared concerned looks then turned back to the older woman “What do you mean?”
Said older woman sighed “The inhabitants are incredibly territorial and are not very trusting outsiders. They are more likely to attack first and ask questions later. The creature attacked them and escaped, this only made the inhabitants more distrustful of anyone who approached. They have made more efforts in defending their territory. They can be quite dangerous.
“I thought that it would be a good idea to send in a small group of Gatekeepers rather than a large team. It’s likely the inhabitants will be more at ease with your presence if your numbers are fewer, even though it might make the investigation more difficult.”
She raised her head to look at her subordinates. She had been watching their progress carefully, she had her reasons for doing so. Castel had always done well while she was at the academy and that continued when she became an official Gatekeeper, it was important to keep track of the consistent ones, especially when her tests are way above average.
And she could admit that she watched and kept track of Astrid Verano for personal reasons. The pair made very good work together and actually got along with each other. The Prima believed that, with their skills and teamwork, they could handle this situation.
“This may be a difficult and dangerous mission, in addition to the circumstances you will have to be on site until the creature is caught. There will be no one else to assist you while you are there. If there is a need for back-up, it may not arrive for some time. You will only have each other to rely on, can you handle that?”
It was no lie. The Prima had been keeping an eye on the situation and it was truly going to be an arduous mission if they were willing. Andromeda was surprised that the older woman thought of them for this mission. The young woman, if she were to be honest, was proud of her achievements during her days at the academy, along with her own skills as a Gatekeeper allowed her to reach her current ranking. But considering the risks of this mission, she and Astrid really needed to discuss this.
Astrid and Andromeda shared concerned looks before the latter turned to the older woman “Is it alright if we discuss this first, Prima? This is an important decision after all”
The Prima nodded her head “Of course.” She glanced at the monitor on her desk and stood “I need to check on something important but I will need an answer from you by tomorrow.”
The three women made their way out of The Prima’s office but before they went their separate ways The Prima turned to Astrid “Tell your grandfather I’ll be home for dinner. If there are leftovers from lunch, heat those up as well”
The red headed young woman couldn’t help but chuckle “Of course, grandmother. I’ll see you at home”
“You are absolutely sure about this? No changing minds after we tell her” Andromeda said.
The partners had been discussing their options since last night and after had come to agreement as they came into work. The pair headed to The Prima’s office to give them their answer.
“I already told you how I felt about this. It’s a good opportunity to do more than just staying around the island and catching petty criminals. We get to go off world, do our jobs and show them that Gatekeepers are their allies”
Andromeda grinned. When she first arrived in this world as a child, seeing so many different people of all sorts of species was unnerving. She had accepted the invitation to train as Gatekeeper which granted her permission to live and stay in this world until her training was finished.
Learning about this new world and the world around her was thrilling. Experiencing it was even more so. To be responsible for the protection of your own world was a gigantic responsibility and to help protect a world not your own was an honor.
This was a lesson Andie had learned, but one Astrid grew up with. This mission was a start for them, it was their chance for them to do something more. The two young women paused to knock on the Prima’s door.
A little while later the three women had moved to the small table behind the older woman’s desk, they had tea and some small snacks brought in as they continued to discuss the details of the mission.
“The mission is scheduled for the following week, which means the two of you will need to up your training regiment until the mission. We will have your schedules adjusted to accommodate more time for training.”
The pair nodded “We’ll take more time for training”
“I think that covers what you’ll need to prepare for this. Do you have any questions?”
Andromeda perked up at that “Yes, Prima.” she shot a glance at Astrid before turning back to the older woman “You told us about the inhabitants of that world. What makes them dangerous?”
The Prima stared at her granddaughter’s partner for a moment before bringing up her folded hands to rest under her chin “They are an old species, girl” she began “One of the first creatures born from the First Gods. When they first arrived, they were going purely on animal instinct, vicious predators that burned everything they couldn’t eat. Even worse, when they began to develop intelligence. They learned how to think and speak eventually learning how to change forms”
“Dragons” Andromeda breathed to which the Prima nodded in response.
“Correct. Which is what you both will be dealing with.” she paused for a moment “Yeah, you’ll need to study about them. I think there are a few books in the archives about this world and the specific species in the area where the foreign creature was spotted. There is much for you to do, ladies”
They truly did have their work cut out for them.
Andromeda was screaming. The hardest part of using the Gates to travel was the exit. The exits appear where they wanted no matter where you make the opening. It could be in a nice meadow, in the ocean, in a volcano or even in the sky. Causing you to fall to your death.
Which is what Andie is currently dealing with. And anyone in her position would most definitely be screaming. She had no control of her body, her heart was racing and her stomach felt out of place in her body.
The young woman finally angled her body to face the world below her, only to a dense forest below her. She crashed through leaves and branches, letting out small shrieks and grunts. Andie finally managed to grab hold of a branch and made to lift herself up when a body crashed down on her and both of them landed on to the forest floor.
Andromeda groaned as she lay on her back, her body aching but at least her heart was slowing down and no longer felt like it would burst out of her chest. She sucked in greedy breaths then turned her head to see her partner’s condition. Astrid looked fine, visibly at least they would need to find shelter first to make sure there really was nothing serious.
The two got up and started making their way through the forest, keeping alert for any signs of the inhabitants or the creature they were meant to capture. “If you see any place we can stay in for the night just let me know. I need to just make sure we aren’t being followed or hunted.” Andromeda took off one of her gloves and slowly approached the closest tree.
She took a deep breath and quietly muttered “Lend your sight, old, wise one. Allow me to see your world the way you do and protect it in any way I can.” Nature was sacred to Keepers of the Gate, respect for all life was something they always kept in mind when being in any world.
The brunette young woman placed her hand upon the trunk and in an instant her sight changed. Her vision tinged with green and all she could see were the trees and the environment surrounding them. She jumped from tree to tree and sure enough there was no animal or any human like creature following them. Andromeda lowered her hand and her vision was back to normal. The raven haired woman turned only for something hard hit her head then there was only darkness.
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The Governess and the Liesmith - Chapter Four
FIC SUMMARY: Sigyn finds herself accepting the position of governess to Prince Loki’s children. She quickly endears herself to them, despite her firm hand, but the closeness and trust she worked so hard for is threatened by the return of the children’s notoriously absent father. RATING: T AUTHORS NOTES: This is the last completed chapter I have and I can't possibly say when the next one will be ready (considering it took me four years to get to this point). If you have any thoughts on what you'd like to see (other than Loki at some point :P), things you'd like Sigyn and the children to do etc, feel free to add them in the comments. Who knows, they might inspire me to be to churn out a few new paragraphs ;) Thanks for the love and the continued support xoxox
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Sigyn heard the children long before she saw them, the group babbling excitedly to each other as they made their way into the nursery. Queen Frigga followed, smiling to herself as her grandchildren immediately made the most of their free time. For Einmyria and Jörmungandr it meant jumping onto their respective beds with a new book on seiðr brought back from their lessons, for the other children it meant playing with dolls and building blocks and, in Eisa’s case, trying to set them on fire without anyone noticing. A raised eyebrow and a stern look from both Sigyn and Queen Frigga stopped her cold but Sigyn knew perfectly well which of the older women her new charge was showing deference to.
“The uniform fits well, I take it,” Queen Frigga noted happily as she gave Sigyn a once over.
“Yes, it fits perfectly, your majesty. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, though I still think I should be thanking you,” she said, her eyes moving over her assembled grandchildren. “It’s no easy task I have assigned you.”
“Perhaps not,” Sigyn conceded. “But I will endeavour to take care of them to the best of my abilities. Whether they like it or not,” she added under her breath, earning an unladylike snort of laughter from her queen.
“I wish you the best of luck,” the queen said before stepping forward to say goodnight to the children. “Please be good for Sigyn,” she added sternly before taking her leave.
Left alone with her new charges, Sigyn did her best to ignore her nerves as she wandered about the room attempting to engage the children in casual conversation hoping to learn more about them. Eisa, Hela, and Fenrir were building a tower out of blocks - a grand castle in their minds, and were playing out mock battles and daring rescues with their toys. Eisa always played the queen (or the enchantress, or the poor scullery maid who was really a princess), Fenrir always played the brave hero (who always had a loyal warwolf at his side), and Hela always played the evil monster who was secretly good (or cursed, or just scared of the hero). She asked Jörmungandr and Einmyria about the books they were reading and the things they learnt with their grandmother, and while Jörmungandr all but ignored her questions claiming she wouldn’t understand, Einmyria became almost as animated as her sister as she recalled the new spell she had learnt and talked at length about the famous witch in her book.
Their conversation had to be tabled when six bells chimed throughout the wing, signaling the arrival of children’s dinner. With slightly less grumbling than there had been at lunch Sigyn managed to get the children to wash up and seated just as the kitchen maids had finished setting the table.
Sigyn thanked the maids as they headed for the door, and after she pointedly cleared her throat at her charges they followed her example. “Thank you!”
The meal was more or less as chaotic as dinner with her own siblings and made Sigyn terribly homesick. If she had known when she had left that morning that she wasn’t going to be returning she would have hugged them all so tightly before she left. With a soft sigh she shook off her feelings of nostalgia and focused on her charges as she made short work of her own meal.
By the time Sigyn had set down her cutlery the children had all but finished too. Fenrir had licked his own plate clean and was now finishing off the meat that Einmyria had pushed to the side of her plate, Eisa had made a paste out of her roasted pumpkin but Sigyn suspected she hadn’t eaten a bite of it, and Hela was grimacing as she bravely tried to finish her green beans.
“All done?” Sigyn asked, putting poor Hela out of her misery. “Then I think it’s bathtime.”
Thirty minutes later five squeaky clean children and one drowned rat of a governess exited the bathroom.
Sigyn instigated quiet time to run out the clock before bedtime. Einmyria and Jörmungandr returned to their books while Eisa and Fenrir huddled on the floor between their two beds with their toys. Hela tugged on Sigyn’s skirts, leading her over to her bed. Sigyn helped the girl up onto her bed and helped her get comfy. Hela patted a space next to her encouraging Sigyn to take a seat next to her. Before Sigyn could ask her what she wanted Hela pulled a well worn book of fairy tales out from under her pillow.
“Would you read me a story?” Hela asked.
Sigyn took the children’s storybook in hand, tentatively opening it to the first page, her eyes stumbling over the title.
“I’m afraid I don’t know my letters very well,” Sigyn confessed quietly, her body tensing as she felt five pairs of eyes staring back at her.
“You can’t read?” Einmyria exclaimed in utter horror, hugging her own book tightly.
“What did you expect?” Jörmungandr snorted. “She’s just a stupid farm girl.”
“I am not stupid,” Sigyn replied coldly. “I know how to shoe a horse, milk a cow, mend clothes, and plow a field. I know when to plant seeds and when to harvest crops. I can hunt game and prepare it for eating. I know how to make bread, cheese, stews, and dozens of other things. Just because I didn’t read about such things in books does not make me stupid.”
Jörmungandr broke eye contact first, burying his nose in his own book. The heavy silence that followed was broken by a curious Fenrir.
"You can really hunt game?"
"Trapping rabbits mostly. Sometimes pheasants.”
"Fenrir caught a rabbit once in wolf form. And ate it raw," Einmyria shook her head in disgust.
"I didn't mean to," Fenrir whined. "It made me sick for a week."
"Well, perhaps next time, once you've caught the rabbit you should turn back into a boy and cook it first."
"You know how to cook rabbit?"
"Of course."
“Can you make biscuits?”
Sigyn had to stifle a laugh. “Of course. I like making ginger snap cookies, but my favourite thing to make is a steamed pudding with homemade raspberry jam.”
“Now I’m hungry again,” Fenrir huffed, burrowing into his blankets.
Sigyn did laugh then but settled down when a small hand touched hers.
“I could read it to you, if you want?” Hela offered nervously, unable to meet Sigyn’s eyes, her fingers picking at the worn edges of the much loved book.
“I would like that very much,” Sigyn replied earnestly, her smile growing wider as Hela moved to give Sigyn space on her bed. “What is the book called?”
“East of the Sun and West of the Moon,” Hela recited slowly, following the words with a small finger as she read them out. She turned the page and pointed to the first sentence. “Do you know what that says?”
“Those words I know,” Sigyn smiled. “Once upon a time.”
Hela nodded in agreement before repeating them and then reading aloud until her eyes grew heavy towards the end of the first chapter. Eight bells chimed and Sigyn marked the page with a ribbon, and Hela was asleep before Sigyn had put the book away. Sigyn tucked her in and then went around the room securing the windows, dimming the lights, tucking the rest of the children in and prying books from more stubborn hands.
“It’s past eight bells, Jörmungandr. Time for bed.”
“I’m not tired,” he grumbled petulantly.
“But you will be tomorrow if you don’t go to sleep now,” Sigyn countered, waiting patiently by his bed until he handed over the heavy book with a long title Sigyn wasn’t even going to attempt to read. “Goodnight,” she said as she exited the room earning a few sleepy ‘goodnights’ and one angry huff in return.
Sigyn closed the nursery doors and then moved to the main doors. There was no lock or barring mechanism that she could see so instead she pulled the doors open and stuck her head out.
“Yes, miss?” an older guard stationed outside the door queried.
“Do they not secure the nursery doors at night?”
“No need, miss. It’s the most secure wing of the castle and only guards handpicked by Odin himself are stationed outside the royal bedchambers at night.”
“Only the most loyal and trustworthy, I take it.”
“Naturally, miss.”
“You can call me Sigyn. And your name would be?”
“Amund, Miss Sigyn,” he teased. “Gunnarr and I are on night duty this month,” he added, nodding to the younger, more serious guard stationed across the way.
“Well met,” Sigyn greeted before turning back to Amund. “The children are abed and I will be turning in shortly as well. You are not to permit entry to anyone until morning.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Miss Sigyn.”
“Goodnight,” Sigyn smiled and pulled the doors closed, checking the nursery door one last time before retreating to her own room. She undressed and hung up her uniform to dry, changing into an old nightgown from home. It was soft in a way that only a garment worn every night for a year could be but it still could not compare to the silky softness of the sheets on her new bed. Sigyn rested her head on the plump pillow and was asleep in seconds.
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voltaire to versace 01 | thomas jefferson TEASER
title: voltaire to versace 01
pairing: thomas jefferson x reader
words: abt 7k
warnings: implied sex, heavily suggestive content but nothing explicit, hella teasing, dolley madison | full part drops at 8 pm EST
desc: from niccolò machiavelli to fernández de moratín, descartes to dante, your political philosophy seminar doesn’t promise to be a blowout — and yet, one mysterious stranger and a risqué evening later, second semester seems well on its way to becoming your own personal inferno.
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“THIS IS REALLY the place?" Y/N was looking around skeptically, struggling to believe that the dirty, dank alley she'd been led into was was the entrance to Dolley's favorite spot in town. Had Dolley decided to murder her now that her name was on the lease, if only for the insurance payout? Had she been dealing with the mafia? Maybe she'd changed more in the past year or so than Y/N thought.
"Do I ever steer you wrong?" Dolley asked, eliciting a heavy sigh from the other woman.
"Too often to try and count."
"So then it's long overdue that I get it right." She finally stopped in front of a nondescript, weathered metal door in the back of a mildly battered building, and Y/N all but skidded to a halt, having been expecting to keep walking a while longer. She was hesitant to follow when the door Dolley opened revealed a set of stairs going up, but taking a step forward revealed the warm light filtering down toward them, carrying alongside it traces of jazz music and animated chatter. "See? I know what I'm talking about sometimes."
"Sometimes," Y/N repeated, unconvinced.
When they emerged just moments later, Y/N decided fairly quickly that she liked it. It was quaint, old-fashioned, but a warm, charming space.
"So?" Dolley asked, and though she gave a noncommital shrug, Y/N was smiling. "Let's get a drink or two in you and maybe you'll give it the credit it deserves." And maybe, just maybe, Dolley had hit the mark once again.
Two drinks and an hour later, the both of them were seated at the bar, giggling and slumped over one another but far from drunk. As it turned out, a year apart left them with a surprising amount to talk about, from Y/N's hostel horror stories to Dolley's nightmare of a former roommate -- both of which left them endlessly grateful that they were going to be living together from then on. Their coats were draped over the backs of their seats, and the energy spilling over from their spirited conversation was born more of a sugar high than of any real intoxication -- both their drinks were heavy with fruit juice and mixers, if only for the sake of sobriety.
"...but that was when the cops showed up."
Y/N's eyes widened. Dolley had only finished detailing about a semester and a half of her freshman year, and she was still at least fifteen minutes into sharing her first run-in with UW's notorious midterm rager. "You can't just stop the story there!"
"But there's no more to tell! No one stuck around to get arrested. We were on the steps of the library, for heaven's sake."
"So you just left? How'd you get away?"
"Oh," Dolley giggled, a hand resting on your knee as she leaned toward you in her short fit of laughter. "Well, I just ran for it, and very nearly got myself hopelessly lost. A grad student ended up letting me hide out in the library until it all cleared up."
"A grad student, huh?" Y/N wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "And you spent the whole night locked in there with them?"
"Oh, you know it's not like that! I was nineteen, don't you start making drama where there isn't any."
"But Doll, you know that's my specialty," Y/N whined, and Dolley laughed. "Anyway, were they cute, though?"
"All I'll say is that if I were trapped in a library with them tomorrow, I'd feel lucky to be on birth control."
Dolley's sly grin made Y/N gasp teasingly, leaning back to eye the other woman as though she'd just instigated a scandal. "Dolley Payne! I am ashamed at your lack of self restraint."
"You wouldn't be if you were on the receiving end of it."
"You offering?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her drink.
"I mean, my roommate just moved out, so there's no one at my apartment right now," Dolley said mildly, giving a slight shrug. "Any chance you wanna spend the night?"
When she winked, Y/N couldn't help but laugh outright. "Mm, I'll definitely consider it," she said, sarcasm heavy in her voice, and despite her dry tone, Dolley once again burst into a fit of giggles, her hysterics more contagious than Y/N would've liked to admit. Perhaps her roommate couldn't hold her alcohol quite as well as as she thought.
Dolley leaned back toward the bar for a refill, and Y/N's eyes began to wander in her absence. The room was packed with leather furniture, tufted couches and armchairs; it had a fireplace along one wall and a pool table in the corner at which two men seemed to be escalating quite a heated argument. The sight amused her, if only in the least, but she turned away with her small smile, taking another sip of her drink. That was when her gaze landed on the man directly to her left where she sat facing Dolley, his arm draped over the back of the couch and his stare fixed on her friend. Y/N raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, don't look now, but the hottie at your three o'clock is totally checking you out."
"'Three o'clock'?" Dolley repeated, brow furrowed, "Y/N, it's past ten, what are you--"
"Military directions, Doll; just--" Y/N cut herself off with a scowl, glancing back to her side. "Don't be too obvious about it. He's directly to your right." When Dolley's head whipped around toward the man, subtlety be damned, Y/N sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. However, the other woman's eyes widening gave her pause. "What, d'you know him, or something?"
With the way Dolley was biting her lip and fiddling with the rim of her glass, it was strikingly obvious that there was more to the story. "...Sort of," she replied vaguely.
"Which means what, exactly?" Despite Y/N's newly uncovered intrigue, Dolley's eyes didn't leave the man in question, and her best friend scowled. "Spill. Now."
"That's James," she finally answered, wearing a wide grin. "He's a friend."
"I need details here!" Y/N demanded. "Based on how he's looking at you, I'm not sure I buy that he's just 'a friend.'"
"He's a PhD candidate. We've crossed paths in the school of economics a couple of times, and he's a big sweetheart. But you didn't hear that last part from me." Y/N raised an eyebrow at her words, and Dolley continued, "And I might've slept with him, like, once or twice."
"How is that the last thing you think to mention? You've been holding out on me," Y/N said, swatting at Dolley's shoulder, but she just shrugged. "So are you gonna go over there and talk to him, or what?"
"Oh, no, I can't leave you alone here!" she protested. "This is our night to celebrate your finally moving here. I wouldn't abandon you like that."
"I can take care of myself; I promise." Y/N gave her a pointed look before nodding back toward James. "Besides, you're stuck with me all the time now. Don't pass up something like him just to spare your conscience. C'mon."
Dolley hesitated, stealing another glance to her right, and when James met her gaze, giving her a small smile, Y/N could see her face light up. "Are you sure?" Despite Dolley's hesitance, her eyes were shining, and Y/N nodded.
"Go. Have fun. Live a little."
"I'll be back for you in a bit, dear." Dolley squeezed Y/N's shoulder affectionately as she stood up, sending her a grateful look before starting off to her right.
Y/N turned back to the bar with a chuckle, finishing off her drink and asking the bartender for a glass of water, musing about what her first few days at the university would look like, her gaze absent as she looked up at the shelves of alcohol across from her. She was still sad to have left her semester of travel behind, but she'd long since decided to embrace the change this year had already begun to bring. She was living at the nation's capitol, paying next to no tuition at a prestigious university. New beginnings were bittersweet, but she was genuinely excited for her path forward.
Her thoughts had begun to gravitate toward the semester of actual classes she had before her (because apparently, to get a degree, she had to "get good grades") when she was pulled back to the room before her, the bartender setting a martini down in front of her. It looked tempting, but-- "I'm sorry; I think there's been a mistake?"
Her words seemed to catch the bartender by surprise as he stopped himself in his tracks, returned to where she was sitting. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?"
"No problem at all, but I think this drink is someone else's," she said, pushing it back toward him with a polite smile. "I've just been having water."
"Actually, it was sent by the gentleman at the end of the bar." Her eyebrows shot up, and when she glanced to her right, she caught the gaze of a well-dressed man whose eyed were already trained on her, wearing a barely-there smile, an inquiring eyebrow raised. She hadn't realized she was staring, gaze wandering from his v-neck sweater to his dark forearms, until the bartender cleared his throat, and she turned back to him with a start. The man several seats over was now grinning outright, in her opinion overly self-pleased, and she deigned not to acknowledge how the way he was looking at her had her heart pounding against her ribcage. "Take it or leave it, but it's no mistake."
She bit her lip, not daring to turn to her right once more; she could already feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, creeping up her neck.
"Would you please send it back to him?" She asked in a small voice. "Tell him that if he wants to talk to me, he can come over and do it himself."
To her relief, he obliged her with a surprised laugh, continuing off with the glass she'd been offered, and she thanked him quietly as he went on his way. It couldn't have been a minute later when a low voice from behind Y/N made her jump.
"Y'know, when I buy women drinks, I don't usually get 'em returned to me with stipulations."
The corners of her lips twitched upward, but she didn't look at him until he came around to stand beside her. "Then maybe you've been buying drinks for the wrong women.”
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Journal For Plague Lovers part 6
Me And Stephen Hawking
“I think it says something about human nature that the only form of life we have created so far is purely destructive. We have created life in our own image.” – stephen hawking –
1/ Underground car park born at Stonehenge Rivers Wyle, Bourne, [blacked out] destroying Queen mother stuffed for exhibition Three strikes yr out – execution – pizza 2/ Dante III, spider robot, Mount Spurrr Increased plastic surgery for pubic hair Sanitation police, crime of proportion. [blacked out] 3/ Paisleyism and ecumenism and cenotaph bombers [blacked out] wearing policing Soviet labour medals sold for Coca Cola [blacked out] 4/ [blacked out] 82 million watch Gorilla Meets Whale [blacked out] [blacked out]
BRIDGE
Herman the bull and Tracy the sheep Transgenic milk containing human protein Their bacteria cheaper than lab baby food Attention, today it’s a cow, tomorrow it’s you
CHORUS
African Punch and Judy shows only rice price 100,000 watch Giant Haystacks Bombay fight Oh the joy, me and Stephen Hawking we laugh Missed the sex revolution when we failed the physical
hahahaha (joke)
[The image on the facing page is a marble sculpture titled St. Teresa in Ecstasy, by Gian Lorenzo Bernini, finished in 1652. It is in the Roman church of Santa Maria della Vittoria. It features Theresa in a state of ecstasy as an angel descends to plunge his hands into her heart.]
Reference explanations:
Most of these references are based off of news articles Richey read in 1994, either general summary-like references or nearly direct quotes from articles, mostly from The Indepedent.*
The Stephen Hawking quote is from a speech he gave at Boston's Macworld Expo quoted in the 4th August 1994 issue of the Daily News. A similar quote is in his 1996 lecture Life In The Universe.
Stonehenge is a prehistoric ring of standing stones. It’s managed by English Heritage and owned by the Crown. It is associated with death and burial, and bodies have been excavated in the area around the site. It is aligned to the sunset of the winter solstice and the opposing sunrise of the summer solstice. The “underground car park” line is a reference to proposal made in 1994 to close the A303 and turn the road into an underground tunnel that will pass directly under the site of Stonehenge itself. (Apparently said proposal was approved November 2020.)
I think “Wyle” is a misspelling of “Wylye”, which is a river in south west England. River Bourne is nearby; both go through Wiltshire county. Said county contains the Salisbury Plain, which also contains Stonehenge. The Rivers Wylye and Bourne are both part of the Hampshire Avon catchment. In August ‘94 the county was granted a multi-million pound package to protect the catchment from pollution and monitor buildings developments and water flow rates.
The “queen mother” line may refer to the Queen Mother’s 90th birthday parade in 1990. The Queen mother celebrated her 94th birthday in 1994, and a few informal photos of her were released in The Mirror in an article about it.
“Three strikes yr out – execution – pizza” is a reference to the “three strikes rule” proposed in California. A rule was proposed 1994 and passed in 1995 that allowed someone to be sentenced to life in prison if it was their third repeat offense, and if they had a previous conviction for a violent offense. A man named Jerry Dewayne Williams was arrested July 30 1994 for stealing a slice of pizza and due to this law was later sentenced to 25 years to life.
Mount Spurr is an Alaskan mountain. Its last volcanic eruption was 1992. Dante II was a spider-like robot from NASA that explored Mt Spurr’s volcanic crater in order to gather information and entered the crater in July 1994. It managed to gather information but on the way out of the crater, got stuck in the mud and fell back into the crater. Not sure if “Dante III” is a mis-type.
Dante’s Inferno is about the main eponymous character entering Hell and traversing its rings in order to reach purgatory and then paradise to find his lover Beatrice.
“Increased plastic surgery for pubic hair” is a reference to an article in the The Independent on 27 August 1994 which talked about men getting plastic surgery and liposuction. (The article is titled “Men who want a perfect body,” which certainly hits upon one of Richey’s preoccupations.) It mentions that there are “more and more images for men to look at, in much the same way female images have been pushed for years.” In a paragraph about penis enlargement surgery, it mentions that a complication from said surgery can be ingrown pubic hairs.
“Sanitation police, crime of proportion.” is likely a reference to an article by Zoe Heller called “How I fell foul of New York’s sanitation police.” The Sanitation Police in NY are responsible for dealing with things like theft of recyclables, littering, illegal dumping, improper disposal of solid waste, etc. They can issue summonses for citizens who mix recyclable and non-recyclable materials (which, from what I can gather, is what the Heller article is about).
Ian Paisley was a loyalist politician and Protestant religious leader in Northern Ireland. He promoted a form of Biblical literalism and anti-Catholicism, which he described as “Bible Protestantism” In the mid-late 1960s, he led and instigated loyalist opposition to the Catholic civil rights movement in Northern Ireland. Throughout the Troubles, Paisley was seen as a firebrand and the face of hardline unionism. He opposed all attempts to resolve the conflict through power-sharing between unionists and Irish nationalists/republicans, and all attempts to involve the Republic of Ireland in Northern affairs. A retrospective article about him was published in The Independent in September 1994.
Ecumenism is any effort aimed at the unity of Christians throughout the world. Most often, it specifically means the visible unity of Christian churches in some form.
“Cenotaph bombers” is a reference to the Remembrance Day Bombing that took place 8 November 1987 in Enniskillen, Northern Ireland. An IRA bomb was detonated near a war memorial during a Remembrance Sunday ceremony. 11 people were killed and 63 injured. The IRA’s target had been soldiers parading to the memorial, not civilians. In August 1994, a ceasefire was announced by the Provisional IRA. In reaction to the ceasefire, Ian Paisley claimed that Northern Ireland would plummet into civil war.
“Soviet labour medals sold for Coca Cola.” The Soviet Union had medals for labour to honor workers for many years of hard work in the national economy, sciences, culture, education, manufacturing, healthcare, government agencies and public organizations. It was established in 1974 and stopped being awarded in 1991 after the dissolution of the Soviet Union. There was an article in The Independent on 5 April 1994 about a new British embassy being built in Berlin. It mentioned that the Russian embassy was next door, and that Russian traders would sit across the street from the embassy and sell post-war bric-a-brac like Lenin flags and Hero Of Socialist Labour medals.
“82 million watch Gorilla Meets Whale” is a reference to Godzilla, because the original Japanese name “Gojira” is a portmanteau of the words “gorira” (gorilla) and “kojira” (whale). By 1994, over 82 million people had seen the first 20 Godzilla films. Richey got that figure from an article in The Independent about the cultural history of the films and their critique of environmental and economic problems. The other thing I could find was a reference to the fact that Godzilla represented Japanese fear of nuclear testing etc: On March 1, 1954, the U.S. conducted a hydrogen bomb test called Bravo shot at Rongelap Atoll in the Marshall Islands. As a result of this nuclear test radioactive dust fell not only on many Marshall Islanders but famously on a Japanese tuna fishing boat called the 5th Lucky Dragon, irradiating all twenty-three fishermen. The effect of these nuclear tests on Japanese, a who had previously experienced the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki on the heels of the destruction by bombing of virtually all other major cities, was to strengthen anti-nuclear sentiments, giving rising to a powerful anti-nuclear movement that spread across Japan in the form of a citizens’ petition initiated by women opposing nuclear tests. The petition, the largest of its kind ever, was signed by 32 million Japanese. That August, the first Conference Against Atomic and Hydrogen Bombs was held in Hiroshima. The 5th Lucky Dragon became the model for the boat called “Eiko Maru” attacked by Godzilla.
Herman the bull was the first genetically modified bovine in the world. Scientists injected the embryo with human gene coding for lactoferrin. Eight calves were born from Herman in 1994. All calves inherited the lactoferrin production gene.
Tracy the sheep was a transgenically modified sheep in Scotland, made to produce alpha 1-antitrypsin, which is a substance that was regarded in the 1990s as a potential pharmaceutical for the treatments of emphysema and cystic fibrosis. Alpha 1-antitrypsin comprised 50% of the total protein in Tracy’s milk.
“Attention, today it’s a cow, tomorrow it’s you” is an almost direct copy of an anti-genetic modification poster from the Dutch society for prevention of cruelty of animals, which portrays a topless woman with udders in place of breasts over the caption: 'Today a cow, tomorrow you.”
Punch and Judy was a traditional puppet show. It was usually very violent, with the characters of Punch and Judy (or Punch and another character) fighting and hitting each other. It is handled by a single puppeteer, and audiences are encourage to participate a la panto. It comes from commedia dell’arte.
“Only rice price” may be a reference to a 1976 film called Network. I may be making connections where there aren’t any, though. “What’s that got to do with the price of [blank]?” is a well known phrase (usually it’s “the price of tea in China”). In Network, “the price of rice” is the phrase used. The main character is a new broadcaster whose channel is failing, and he threatens to commit suicide on air. This causes the channel viewing to go up, so the heads of the channel decide to exploit this and allow the character to say whatever he wants and generally spew angry tirades. Eventually he is killed. But the “rice price” line comes from a monologue in which the character berates those watching the show, and tells them that they never read books or newspapers and that television is not news, it’s entertainment and amusement parks. Television is described as being able to make or break people, and as “indifferent to suffering, insensitive to joy. All of life is reduced to the common rubble of banality.”
Giant Haystacks was a wrestler in the 70s. He was 6′11″ and weigh 638 pounds. There’s no info about him ever being in a fight in Bombay. The “Bombay fight” line could be a reference to the Bombay Riots that occurred in 92/93, but again there doesn’t seem to be any connection to Giant Haystacks.
Stephen Hawking is a theoretical physicist and cosmologist. He suffered from ALS or motor neuron disease, which left him paralyzed and necessitated the use of a speech-generating communication device. He worked with theories on relativity and black holes (which I do not understand and could not explain because I am not a scientist.) In 1988 he wrote A Brief History Of Time. He died in 2018.
The sexual revolution was a social movement started in the 60s and continued through 80s which challenged certain sexual and relationship norms/conventions. It argued for freedom to sex before marriage, right to abortions and the pill or other forms of contraception, normalization of pornography, homosexuality, other forms of sexuality, and public nudity.
*Many, many thanks to a reddit user who messaged me with all of this new information! They did a ton of research and found all these references in old newspaper archives and 80s/90s BBC documentaries, which I never would have thought to check.
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Ah love; allowing people who normally are loud to go quiet in a blushing mess, allowing those strong willed to back down for their love, and allowing those with a sharp tongue to hold it. But how could just a simple feeling make the most prestigious lawyer turn soft? Well to put it simply, (Y/n) was the opposite of anyone Nolan had ever met. But his thoughts were interrupting while coming down the stairs to get some evening tea.
“Stupid whore,” he heard her exclaim to Cody in a - hopefully - playful manner. He saw her roll her eyes and get on her phone to distract herself.
“What did Cody do that was so bad?” He muttered to Ryan, who watched the whole show.
“Well-”
“It doesn’t really matter,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes again and walked off with anger radiating from her skin.
“Who got her worked up,” Josh peered over from the bar in confusion. Even though (Y/n) would normally do something along the lines of getting mad she would never cuss in front of Josh. He’s too nice.
Everyone seemed to look at Ryan, the usual instigator, and demanded an answer. He quickly put up his hands in defense and shook his head.
“Don’t look at me! Cody’s the one who-”
“It’s not important right now,” Cody smiled while cutting off his brother.
“He slapped-”
“Unimportant-”
“Her ass,” Ryan finished while Josh looked shocked. For one he knew not to mess with her and for another… Ew.
“It was an accident!” He quickly defended himself.
“Tell me, how would you possibly accidentally do it?” Nolan questioned him with a glare.
Cody simply shrugged with a nervous smile and Ryan rolled his eyes. He made a comment about how long (Y/n) will be mad at him for that. Josh continued on his glass and Nolan decided to visit her. While on his way his mind wanders to their first meeting. She was so… Open but giggly… Not mean like she was now… But maybe that was just an act.
Flashback:
“Don’t think you’re too important, (Y/n).” He sneered at the newcomer. She looked so innocent and easy to talk back to. Plus, Nolan was in a bad enough mood and the boys thirsting over her sent him over the edge.
“Whatever major loser,” she did some weird hand signals to him and turned her back. Baffled, Nolan pressed her hard.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Whadd'ya think? God, daddy issues over here can’t decipher a simple sentence,” she mocked him and held an ‘L’ up to her forehead. She started to laugh while clutching her stomach.
“Why you-” he began to take a threatening step to her when she waved him off lazily.
“It’s not my fault you’re so easy to pick on. Maybe change your attitude and it’ll stop,” the girl shrugged and swayed off to the thirst trio (Carlos + Cody + Ryan) and smiled cutely to them.
Normally, he would be mad as an understatement, but this… Her boldness and no hesitation. Is this how he treated people? And why is he… Hooked?
End flashback:
He rapped at her door and waited a minute. Two. Five. He got impatient and walked in. Upon entrance he saw her in a messy bun with sweats and a sports bra on. Her makeup was smeared in the sense of her trying to wipe it off… Poorly.
She was on top of her bed with her laptop up and headphones in. No wonder she didn’t reply to the knocks, she always blares her music in her headphones. Nolan tried to judge her face to see what she was even watching or listening to but… She was always a little harder to read.
He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, glancing at her laptop. She didn’t seem to notice him so he got closer. Again, she didn’t notice, too focused on a music video. He leaned in towards her and brushed some strands of hair away from her face. She turned to face him and took out a an earbud and offered it to him. He took it without a word and heard pop music blaring.
“Put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans, be a teenage dream tonight.” It blared with a young women singing into the camera.
“(Y/n), what is this?”
“Teenage dream by Katy Perry.” She muttered, obviously annoyed.
“What about your outfit? You’d never let me see you in sweats.”
“Obviously I didn’t intend on seeing you,” (Y/n) aggressively shut her laptop and put it away, ripping the earbud from his ear. Though she did stay and and sat up next to Nolan. In their quietness, she began to mess with her hair.
“Stop picking at your hair,” he slapped her hand away from her split ends and in retaliation she elbowed him in the gut.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she was about to stomp off in anger when he pulled her back. She raised an eyebrow but relaxed into his touch.
“You’ve changed since coming here,” he muttered into her ear while she pulled her knees up to her chest.
“How?” Her usual tough voice was replaced by a more meek and quiet one.
“You were… Laughing more…”
“They’ve started to get on my nerves now,” she said in reference to the thirst trio.
“Well that doesn’t surprise me too much. They can be…”
“Touchy,” she finished his sentence and sighed. Of course Nolan knew what had happened but… But does she want him to know? She seemed so angry when he asked so… So maybe he should just stay quiet this once.
“You’re pathetic,” she cried or laughed out, burying her face into her hands.
“And how is that?”
“I don’t need your sympathy! I don’t want it! Just let me be alone,” she shoved him off the bed and threw herself to her side with her head into the pillow. Nolan stared up at (Y/n) and realized that her eyes were red and puffy. She had to have been crying.
“Was it that bad,” he whispered to her about the incident.
“No… It just hurt… It hurt like a bitch! And I’m not weak but obviously I can’t handle pain and-” she cut herself off by sobbing into her pillow and taking up the rest of the bed space so Nolan couldn’t try and sit by her. He tried to talk to her but she kicked him and told him to leave her alone. Slowly he left the room with the sobbing mess that is (Y/n) in it.
Truthfully, Nolan has never seen (Y/n) cry. Maybe she’s teared up but this? This was something major to him. He paused before he got to his room. Should he really leave her? She seemed so… Sad. There had to have been than what Cody did. But… But what? She won’t tell him and she’ll just kick him out again.
He opened his door with little hesitation. He grabbed his newspaper just to reread it for the day. Sitting on his bed, he got comfortable and laid his head, remembering his day. Thankfully he has tomorrow off so he can relax more. He heard the door creak and saw (Y/n) trudge in. Her hair was down and she had an old shirt he let her borrow on. She stared at him on the bed before collapsing on it with him.
Knowing not to make her angry again he let her lay down next to him in silence. She clenched her (well technically his) shirt while slightly crying again. She turned to him and buried her head into his chest.
“What happened?” He sighed and brought her closer. Her being touchy wasn’t unusual but maybe a little less than her coming into his bed.
“It’s stupid…”
“But it made you cry.” He added while stroking her hair.
“He called me flat…”
“What? That’s… It?”
“Yeah… He slapped my ass hard and called it flat,” she stifled a cry by bringing her face back down to his chest again.
“Anything else?” Nolan sighed in a sense of relief. At least it wasn’t anything bad.
“…”
“Well?”
“And Carlo asked for nudes and called me a whore when I didn’t send them.”
“What!” Nolan jerked up and clenched his fists together.
“Don’t… Do anything. I don’t want a big deal… Or Josh to find out,” she sighed and tried to lean him down to the bed again.
“(Y/n), you understand that I love-” he cut himself off before she could comprehend it but he was too late.
“Well… I like you too.”
“Really?”
“Nolan, I’m laying in bed with you while crying,” she laughed a bit and gave him a small kiss.
“You know I don’t want to stop at just that,” he pulled her hair over her shoulder a bit.
“Mhm.”
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Fantasy Come True
by Curious
I’ve always had a crush on Ryan’s dad, Will; getting tongue-tied, stuttering, and unable to look him in the eyes for too long without blushing. He was strong, handsome, and always so kind. Even being patient waiting for me to murmur out my response to his questions without rushing me, he would just smile and continue on the conversation. I admired him, and without even realizing it, I began to copy his mannerisms; from the way he walked, to the way he styled his hair, and even how he dressed! I mean, I’m only 17, and I know his dad doesn’t look at me like that, but I still couldn’t stop my heart’s frantic beating every time I saw him. “Hey Ian, you seen Ryan around?” his dad asked of me (I was walking around town, hovering the usual spots). “N-n-no. Er, I don’t think.. so” Ugh! Why am I so awkward? I’ve been friends with Ryan for years, and spoken with his dad multiple times during our friendship! So, why was this so hard…? He smiled and my heart stopped, “You wanna ride a long?” I knew he meant while he searched for Ryan. I wanted to, but I knew I would probably just sit there awkwardly, rigid, and unable to have a conversation without being awkward… “uh…” he waved his hand, “come on, I can give you a ride home after.” “Oh, uh, okay. Then, s-s-sure!” I smiled, he always knew how to make everyone feel included and not awkward. “What’d you do today, sport?” Crap, I wanted to respond but I didn’t want to talk too long. “Oh uh… you know… just school and wander around.” I stopped, then realized I should probably ask him too. “and y-“ “yeah I just- oh sorry please continue I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He took a brief moment to take his eyes off the road and look over at me. Ah… my face is burning up , “Oh uh… I was just going to ask what you had done today.” I awkwardly laughed a bit afterwards. “Ah, well I just…” I kind of zoned out as he talked about his day at the office, he was a lawyer and he was telling me about his multiple cases he was working on, but I was paying more attention to admire that strong, masculine, jaw. His hair… his smell. “Ah, here he is.” My thoughts interrupted as he pulled up to the sidewalk. Ryan was hanging out with some of our other friends at the park. Ryan finished talking with them and jogged over to the car (I moved to the back seat so Ryan could have the front). “Hey Dad, hey Ian.” We immediately started talking about the events at school, upcoming dances, who we were going to ask… assignments and stuff like that. I was a little sad my conversation with Will was already over. I caught his eyes in the reflection of the mirror a few times during my conversation with Ryan. I blushed slightly and then I continued speaking with Ryan, thinking of mine and Will’s eye-tag. We arrived at Ryan’s house and they invited me in for dinner, which after some slight resistance they convinced me to join… During dinner Will finally joined the conversation again, captivating my attention with his suave voice, and natural confidence… He had changed into some more casual clothes, so I was able to admire his arms while he wasn’t looking… Ryan said something and we all laughed and I just admired his beautiful smile… Before I knew it dinner was over and Will was ready to drive me back to my house (Ryan had a lot of homework so he stayed back to do homework). We were driving, and I lived a ways out of town, so we sat in silence for a bit before I looked over and he caught me staring at him; he smiled and flexed his muscle, allowing me a show, I knew he was just teasing, because this was just like his flirtatious-humor. I felt a slight pressure in my pants and finally I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, after 10 years of knowing him, I decided I was going to express my feelings but as I took a breath to speak, he began talking. “You know, when I was in school I had this teacher, Mrs. Robinson. I had a thing for her, but you know, with the age difference I knew that nothing would happen, but I couldn’t help those feelings. I would stay after class and get extra help that she knew I didn’t need, but she would still help me through it anyways. It was nice, but sometimes, it’s just nice to have that dream crush… That one who you know you can’t have, and probably never will, but it still gives you that bit of hope; something to look forward to every day. I’ve had my fair share of ladies who I felt that way about but once you have them, that magic kind of disappears… So, sometimes it’s just best to leave things as they are.” I looked at the floor, crushed. I mean, I didn’t feel stupid, and that was such a great way to put it but… I… I… wanted to be with him still. I wanted to feel those arms around me, embracing me, protecting me. I wanted to hear his heartbeat while laying on him… He looked over at me, “Look… uh…” he sighed. “Okay, so I know what you’re going to say, and I can’t do anything about it but… I kind of have a way for you to work through this…” My heart began racing, and a thousand scenarios began playing through my mind… Just when the tension was at its thickest, he resumed his thought.” “When I had a crush on Jill, er… Mrs. Robinson. She knew this trick. To uh… switch our points of view.” He smirked to himself, thinking back on what seemed to be a fond memory. “Look me in the eyes.” He commanded. Slowly, I was able to raise my gaze into those beautiful brown eyes. Admiring his slight stubble after the not shaving since this morning, that jaw… his masculine face… He began murmuring something, in some language I didn’t understand… Were those even words? A tingling began to dance across my skin, from my head slowly down to my toes… “uh.. w-what’s happenin-“ I managed to slur out, slowly drifting into unconsciousness… “Nn….“ I felt weird… bigger. And I was sitting on the driver’s side of the car, not the passenger’s… “Ah, you finally woke up.” I heard a familiar voice say… “What?” I reached for my throat, that was not my voice! I looked over to see…me? I… he? Smiled. It was that kind smile that Will always gave me… “Well sport, you enjoying being William Roux so far?” “W-what?” I still wasn’t used to my new voice… “See, Mrs. Robinson knew I was jonezin’ for her, so she used this to uh…” he snickered to himself, “Shall I say… ‘get over her?’” “What do you mean?” How was this even possible? How was I… talking to myself? “Look at yourself.” My body was still smiling… I looked down and- I gasped…. I was wearing Will’s clothes… and my arms had a bit more hair on them than they should… and… these muscles… I ran a hand up to my chin and felt the smooth grain as I rubbed my cheek. Before a huge grin spread across Will’s- or should I say my face? This was all so confusing… I flexed a muscle and felt it with the other hand… Man, if this is a dream I don’t ever want to wake up… Without even realizing it, my pants started to tent. “Woah! Hold on there sport, you’ll have all the time you want to really uh,” (he winked at me) “get to know yourself. Ryan’s going to his mom’s later tonight, and I’ll send an email in to work to use some of my vacation days.” I blushed… he knew what I wanted to do with his body, and it’s not like it’s nothing he’s never seen before but still, it was kind of a private matter, wasn’t it? I didn’t know what to say… this was such an amazing gift and he was being so cool about it. He knew about my feelings and was still letting me borrow his body… This thought only seemed to instigate the monster in my pants as I felt it harden more than it already was… My eyes drifted and I could already see how huge it was… I couldn’t wait to get a moment alone… “I’ll call you tomorrow to check up on ya’, just uh… have fun and try not to get into too much trouble, alright?” He winked again and walked inside the house. It was still a little weird to see mysel- body have such confidence… That natural air that always floated about Will…” I waited for him to get inside the house before turning around, and driving back towards Will- my house… I was a little worried as I couldn’t stop staring at my new reflection in the mirror and took advantage of every second at the stop lights… After what seemed like forever, I finally arrived back to Will’s house.“Ryan?” I called out, I wanted to make sure I was alone before I started exploring… Last thing Ryan needed was to walk in on his dad going to town on himself. I smirked, that was kind of a funny thought because I could imagine his reaction but still, I didn’t want to scar the boy. It was also a little strange because I realized; I have a son now… No answer, perfect. But just to be safe I looked in every room of the house. Clear. I pretty much ran to Will’s room, already tearing off most of my clothes when I caught my new reflection… I decided to try a few poses, before continuing with my exploration…
That was all the inspiration I needed, seeing those muscles and such a strong masculine body there… my pants immediately tented and I could -not- wait to get my hands on it… I nearly tore the rest of his clothes off, not being used to my new strength… Finally, I was at the underwear and I paused… my wildest fantasies were about to come true… Although, inadvertently. I smirked and ripped those off too. Man, Will was really packin’… Just guessing I would say it had to be about 8-9 inches… I looked around the room and found some lotion, and immediately loaded my hands up before proceeding. I lay on his bed in front of the mirror and I slowly grasped my new tool. I moaned slightly; the muscles remembered how to please this body but the entire experience was new for me. I felt like I was just a passenger on this pleasure-ride as his muscle memory started slowly, moving up and down my long shaft before reaching with the other hand to fondle my sac… Watching my reflection do this was ecstasy… Man… My face twisted into one of pleasure looked really hot… I could hear his moans coming out of my throat… Biting my lip, I decided to reach around with one hand and after some slight resistance I managed to loosen my hole enough to allow a finger in, my moans were so loud now… but I couldn’t stop… I slowly pumped my finger in and out, feeling Will’s wonderful prostate give me pleasure, my new body began to shudder, a pressure began building in my loins, I could feel my anus tightening on my finger, my dick begging for release and finally I couldn’t hold it any longer and I shot load after wonderful load out of my new cock… Fuck that was amazing… I sighed contently as the last bit dribbled out onto my hand, which was holding my now softening cock. Now, time for the last fantasy to be fulfilled… I smirked at the mirror. “Bottoms up!” I laughed and raised my hand with cum on it, proposing a toast of some sort, before bringing it to my mouth and savoring the salty flavor… “Man… I didn’t know you tasted so delicious, Will.”
I said to my reflection,
I sighed, I sure hoped that Will didn’t mind me spending a few extra days in his body!
2
I allowed a low moan to escape my new throat, still basking in the afterglow of my little “expedition”. I chuckled to myself, “Ah man Will, you are one lucky guy – Well, I guess -I’m- a lucky guy now!” My expression shifted to a side-ways smile; this was still so weird to think that -I’m- Will now… “Nice to meet you, I’m William Roux- My name is William Roux.” I still got a slight head-rush as I tried several different variations out, proudly declaring to the world my new, temporary, identity. Of course a shower would come next, I mean… I still had some of that delicious sperm on my chest and it was a bit uncomfortable once the moment passed, and I didn’t want to make a mess out of Will’s home… Especially after he was kind enough to let it be -my- home for a couple days! I knew where the bathroom was but, I also knew that Will had a personal bathroom connected to his room, and I got excited because I’ve never been in it. I cocked a cheeky smile and walked towards the restroom, excited to shower this glorious body. Jerked from my thoughts, I realized that I had to use the bathroom, so I walked over to the toilet and let loose. I wasn’t sure if it was weird to use someone else’s cock for such a tedious task,; regardless, it was hard to urinate as my new cock began to stiffen… I smiled and after I finished I ran my borrowed hands along it; followed by a deep moan, and a spasm along my back… I bit my lip and gave it a few more jerks, still not used to this familiar yet new sensation… Remembering the task at hand I smiled, and walked towards the shower and started it, running my hand under the faucet to test the heat and adjust it to a comfortable level, while still running a hand along my chiseled chest and strong arms… After the water was at that “just right” temperature I finally stepped in, allowing the water to envelope my new body. A familiar sensation from down below popped up once again… I resisted and looked around for some of Will’s body wash and lathered up… “Ah…” This felt amazing… I didn’t even have to touch his cock to get this kind of pleasure… just running his hands along his god-like body gave me quite the rush and I swear I almost blew my load right then and there! I slide open the curtain and did few poses for the mirror… definitely worth it to see this incredible flesh wet, and lathered up, I made a few alluring faces and slowly ran my hand down from my chest to those abs… and finally to his cock and gave it a few slow jerks while watching the mirror, I bit my new lips once again and slowly increased in speed, allowing the other hand to dance wild across my skin, admiring those new muscles in all their glory… My cock began to tense up, and this time I was ready; I fought to keep from cumming and my abs began to tense and I winked at my reflection… Fuck this was hot! I couldn’t contain it anymore and I released the flow of pressure from my cock as shot after shot was released from my dick. I caught every drop of sperm and played with it a bit before eventually swallowing it again. Man, I don’t think I’d ever get tired of that! I sighed a sigh of happiness and watched myself in the mirror, watching that monster slowly soften, examining every little muscle that was involved in the slightest of movements… I finished my shower and toweled off and started to wrap it around my waist when I remembered that I’m home by myself and replaced the towel back up. No use covering this wonderful body… I began walking for the bedroom again and enjoyed the natural saunter I had started to slip in to… With a body like this, it’s no wonder that Will is so confident! I smiled to myself, Will was such a nice guy, and he’s never rude to anyone… I began to remember the reasons that I love him. He’s strong, intelligent, and very warm and welcoming. I lay on his bed, wrapping myself in a strong embrace; allowing my hands to feel those massive biceps; I sighed to myself and began to wonder what I should do tomorrow…
3
“Mm” I mumbled out; I’d forgotten to close the shades and the sun had already come to wake me up from a wonderful dream… I allowed my eyes to remain closed a bit longer; hoping that maybe my beautiful dream would come back but after a couple minutes… No luck and I reached a hand up to my face to rub my eye and sat up in bed. I yawned then ran a hand along my face, trying to fully wake up when I felt something rough brush my skin; I slowly ran a hand a long my cheek again and…. Well, there was facial hair, something I didn’t have! I looked around to see that I was still in Will’s room and I rushed to the bathroom to see my beautiful reflection. “Good mornin’ stud.” I said as I cocked a cheeky smile, winked, then raised my fingers to my lips, kissing them then pressing them to my reflection’s. It was still weird to think of Will’s lips as “mine”, or anything of his for that matter, I ran a hand slowly into my boxers to adjust myself, but mostly just to feel that glorious package again… I still felt a little weird just feeling Will up like this, but I mean… he pretty much gave me permission to do this kind of thing… I felt my little friend getting excited, so I decided to try a few poses in the mirror and smiled as I couldn’t resist playing with that wonderful cock anymore. ------------------------------------------------- After some play with my new toy, I walked towards the kitchen to find something to eat; I allowed a hand to run itself a long my new bulging muscles, enjoying the rush it gave me; how erotic it felt just to touch this demi-god-like body… Even the slightest sensation of touch felt vastly different inside of Will. I allowed a low moan from my new throat as the sensations were still a bit much. I looked around the kitchen and decided on some eggs when I caught sight of a picture of Ryan. Knowing him nearly my entire life, it was strange to know be one of the very beings who helped bring him into existence… I still couldn’t believe that I had a son now. I was snapped back to reality as I could smell my food starting to burn and I returned to the task at hand. After breakfast I looked around the house for something to do, since Will- I, didn’t have to go to work today. I passed by the garage door and I remembered Will kept some work-out equipment there in case he didn’t have time to get to the gym. “Well, good a time as any to try these bad boys out…” I mumbled quietly to myself and I threw on some of Will’s work-out clothes and reached for a set of weights and was surprised, yet very pleased at how much weight I could lift without even breaking a sweat! In my body, it would have taken both of my hands just to lift one of these, and even then, I would not have been able to hold it for long…. I smiled to no one in particular and did a few more reps before getting bored and deciding to do something else, as I could go to the gym later and work this glorious body out. I was more eager to interact with some of Will’s buds he talks about at the gym and see if they noticed any difference. A chiming of the clock interrupted my thoughts and I looked to the clock and realized it was still fairly early, so I decided to shower. I thought that since I had worked out a bit I should wash up so I don’t stink, but I really was just looking for an excuse to see this body in its full-glory again; my pants began to tent again and I smirked and shook my head as I made my way towards Will’s private bathroom again. ------------- I took a deep breath as the steamy water began to run down my body and slowly lathered up while allowing the curtain to remain so I could get a good view of my new (even if temporary) self. Dang, I still couldn’t get over how hot it was to watch Will’s body showering… My lip began to quiver and I bit it; anxious to play with that new tool I gave in and grasped it; letting the other hand explore as I began the fluid motion of slowly jerking back and forth on my new rod. So much pleasure, a low, primal, growl was released from my throat…. “Ah… Will…” I began to imagine how it would feel if I could be doing this from my own body, exploring this sexy body’s pleasure points. I gave his nipple a flick and shuddered as they were a bit sensitive as I was not used to Will’s touch yet… I closed my eyes and thought of that wonderful man, and us spending our lives together… Kissing those beautiful lips, holding those strong hands, laying on that powerful chest… My abs began to tighten as I fought to keep from cumming, wanting to tease this body a pit more I resumed playing with his chest and finally I couldn’t contain it as I allowed load after load to be sprayed across the shower. After some cleaning up I decided to get dressed for the day, and sauntered back into my new room, and went to the closet; I knew there had to be something in there to show off this sexy body… “Nope… no… nope” I said to no one in particular as I searched through his wardrobe. “Ah!” I exclaimed to myself when I saw some of his suits. He always looked very suave in a suit, and couldn’t resist putting it on. First I pulled on the pants, (kind of a struggle with my re-occurring friend popping up again!) then I pulled on the shirt, buttoning it up, it felt as if I were wearing a cloud; now I understand why Will was so particular about the suits he wore… I pulled on the jacket and finally began to work on the tie… something I struggled with but almost as if by magic, I somehow knew how to tie the tie, and I examined my reflection carefully as I finished adjusting it. Man, Will is so handsome in a suit… I lay on the bed and slowly laid back, closing my eyes; I imagined him at the altar, standing there in a tux… Flower petals delicately tossed through the pews, my relatives crying and me nervously making my way towards him… I get there and out hands meet, and I look into those beautiful brown eyes and blush, and look down… I could see him reaching a hand to my chin and gently pulling his gaze to mine, smiling gently… “Woah, someone’s looking spiffy!” a voice interrupted my thoughts; I snapped back to reality and looked over to see me, or rather Will. “Oh uh… yeah, I was just you know… Making sure I knew how to tie this tie and uh… stuff.” I looked down, unable to meet even my own body’s gaze; somehow, Will’s gentle smile continued to shine, even in my awkward self…
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You won’t be the one (2/2)
I love how an excuse to write about a drunken radio call has lead to this weird weaving back and forth that I really did think was mostly going to be silly banter. At least at first?
Pairing: F!Dep x John Seed (the strange pseudo-flirting really can’t be denied here) Rating: T Word Count: 3.2K
Link to AO3!
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A conversation in two parts. (Part 1)
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She was drunk. Not just a little, but heading full on into embracing whatever chaos the night might lead into, dare or no dare provided.
Sharky was her primary instigator, working harder than usual to keep her from thinking back to the mess they’d made of the convoys in the afternoon. It didn’t make sense. They should’ve found a way to make a serious dent by now, but for every one lost, another two took its place, like some sort of strange vehicular hydra.
It was an exhausting dance. One Hana knew was going to be painful from the start, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept, or forget. Especially when John knew which resources to lean on as a counter.
So, with that frustration fresh in her mind, she let one drink turn into two. Then into four. With Sharky by her side, she tacked on one more after that, and he reminded her that breaks like this really did lead to better ass kicking tomorrow.
“Just flush all of that negative shit out, double-down on you being you, and it’ll be smooth sailing. Trust me,” he said. “We’ll be swimming in so much Peggie ass tomorrow.“
She nearly choked on her drink. “Kicking. You mean we’ll be kicking so much ass tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah! What’d you think I said?” he asked, nearly spilling his shot. The fact that it was on fire – courtesy of him, and not Mary May - should’ve been a concern, but she was well within swatting distance if she needed to intervene. He put it out and knocked it back before she could say anything else. “We’ll be kicking it up, and fucking them up. Cause that’s how we do things.”
At least, that’s how they were planning on doing things. Tomorrow.
Within the hour, Hana was dragging him upstairs, barely able to stand on his own two feet. Even after somehow losing a bet and promising to get him his weight in accelerants, she wasn’t about to let him stumble up there alone, and helped deposit him into the room Mary May was letting her crash in.
Sharky faceplanted onto the bed, and after draping the blanket over him, she made him promise he wouldn’t suffocate on his own hoodie – while also making sure he actually wouldn’t. She would’ve felt awful if he did after teasing him about it. Lucky for her he was listening, but the minute said hoodie hit her in the face, she wisely decided it was time to cut out and leave.
With that she was left alone and free to roam. Her head buzzed, the sensation more pleasant than not, but standing there idle with a half-finished beer wasn’t going to help her burn any of that energy off.
So, she wandered outside, taking a moment to stand on the Spread Eagle’s porch.
In moments like this it was easy to see how someone could’ve fallen in love with this place. How she could’ve fallen in love with it before things went straight to hell and back.
The breeze ruffled her hair as Hana followed the road to the outskirts of town before cutting across the grass, looking to head to the hills. Glancing skyward, she took in the stars above, marking old constellations that she used to love as a kid.
Orion. Always Orion, with his belt of stars, one, two, and three. Cassiopeia, with the zig-zag of the W. If she squinted, there was at least one of the dippers to find too.
Out here, the lights above weren’t drowned out by the city below. She pointed up, running her finger from one bright point to another, her head bobbing as she tried to trace out the image. Rough as it was, there was still a picture to be made even if she had to blink fast to keep it in focus.
But her finger came to a stop, resting right on the edge of the horizon. Right where the white, glaring eye sore stood out up in the mountains, drawing her attention completely.
She chucked her empty beer bottle in the general direction of the YES sign, and didn’t care that it wouldn’t come anywhere close to reaching it. It shattered somewhere nearby, her annoyance rising at having fallen short, and she stood there, staring out over the fields as she forced herself to relax. To curl back into the peace out here. To breathe in and out.
In and out.
She took in her fifth breath, hearing it whistle between her teeth, before reaching down for her radio. Silence wasn’t going to cut it any longer, and she’d take anything else at this point.
Not bothering to check to see just which station she’d picked was a mistake. Mostly harmless, but still a sizable one given her current mood. With the Peggie station came a chance of hearing each of the Seed’s songs. She��d heard most off and on, but only for short bursts due to the cultists playing them.
John’s followers, however, seemed to take this a step further. Seemed to play his theme with a frequency that grated on her more and more every time she heard it, and hearing it now out of the blue? Here, well in view of his lasting mark on the valley?
That was the cherry on top of her irritation-flavored sundae.
Oh, John! The words ran right on repeat through her mind, and there it was. A melody that was going to stick around right up until the point that she passed out, mid-curse into her pillow.
“Petty fucking amusement, my ass,” Hana muttered, messing with the radio. “I’ll show you who’s a joke.”
If that was how her night was going to go, fine. Maybe he did have a point, and maybe, just maybe, he could be hers.
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“Brother John?”
He didn’t raise his eyes from the papers set in front of him on the table, but when the Chosen didn’t respond further, he waved his hand for them to continue. At this hour interruptions were few and far between, but not impossible. “Go on, I’m listening.”
“Our channel’s been picking up on a strange message. One that’s been repeating, but doesn’t appear to be an SOS. It hasn’t stopped. Not once.”
John turned towards her, and set his pen aside. “If it’s not an emergency, or a threat, then what is the problem?”
The Chosen’s posture straightened as more of his attention was turned on her, but she held up her radio and stood her ground. “It’s been the same thing over the last five minutes. Cutting in and out, just…noise at first, but it sounds like singing.”
“Singing?” John raised an eyebrow.
She turned it on, and the voice came through in bursts, some of it too difficult to understand at first. Once the words started coming through, however, he listened, taking in the melody as it became quite clear which song it belonged to.
He set his chin in his hand, and let his eyes slip shut. That was his name being said, and this song was one he did admit a degree of, albeit prideful, fondness for. Even with the words slurred and the voice exaggerating each note’s rise and fall.
But this voice, this one, he was used to hearing nothing but provocations from. In a way, this also fit the bill. After the crude defacement of his message, along with the taking back of the Widowmaker, the county’s only free deputy kept on going as if she hadn’t a care in the world.
And while he had seethed over her actions - and her dismissal of him days back – other areas had demanded his attention first.
Her time to atone would come. She would take those steps, willingly, if he had his way, and from there progress could truly be made. If he needed to guide her further he would, but it was so much more satisfying to see what steps she might take unprompted. Especially when those steps lead to instances like this.
This wasn’t an immediate problem. It wasn’t another blow to their resources or a strike to their convoys. It was a distraction at best, which didn’t require his intervention at all, but the temptation remained. Like before, she was reaching out to him. Calling for him, even if only to provoke him.
It was still an effort, and it lingered in the back of his mind when he motioned for them to hand over their radio.
“Allow me. Maybe there’s something to this after all.”
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"My dear Deputy-“
The radio flew out of her hands, sailing through the air towards the ground, as she fumbled it completely. It landed on a patch of grass, the tumble making only static come through for a few seconds. Soon enough, however, John’s voice was back.
“How unexpected. I wasn’t aware that song left such an impression on you. To hear it come straight from your lips, to hear it repeated so fervently. I’m amazed.”
Hana stared at the radio, both hands still clasped over her mouth, and felt the blood rush straight to her face.
“And over such a public medium as well. What would the others say if they heard you?”
If they had the right idea, they would’ve turned off their radios long ago. Hopefully before John actually decided to tune in, but too late now. She’d deal with that in the morning, along with the massive hangover she’d be courting.
She grabbed for the radio, struggling not to trip over her own two feet trying to pick it up fast, and almost forgot to hit the button before replying. “This isn’t about them. It’s about…shit.”
“You? I’d suggest myself, but after hearing what I have for the last few minutes or so, that might be presumptuous of me.”
He was back to using that strange teasing tone of his again, and none of it sat well with her. Not after what he’d shown her a few days back, but if he was willing to do this, she’d gladly dish it back.
“You liked that? Hearing your name over, and over, and over?“
“Very few would object to such a thing. Especially when said so…enthusiastically.”
Her face flushed again – or had it stayed that way? – and she kicked herself for being just that damn petty. The words had been messy from the start, and she’d looped back to that simply because her poor brain had hit a snag and couldn’t get past repeating variations of it.
“Jesus, John. Hearing this shit would grate on a normal person.”
Hearing it from her? Drunk and garbled? It should’ve been irritating. That was exactly what she wanted to begin with. Instead, he was a mix of amused and delighted? Shouldn’t he have already ambushed her and carried her off to God-knows-where days back just for the damn sign?
What the hell did she actually drink? Mary May said it’d been strong before she shot it, but -
“Why are we speaking, Deputy? I have a feeling there’s something on your mind. Intoxicated or not.”
You. She nearly bit her tongue. Bugging the shit out of you. “I thought my intent was pretty damn clear.”
“No, I think there’s more to this. A reason for you to seek me out. Are there regrets? Looking for another chance to consider-“
“No.”
“Deputy.” He almost sounded disappointed. “So quick to say no.”
“After listening to you tell me how, if given the chance, you were going to ‘open me up’ and, or, peel me like a fucking apple, did you really expect anything different?”
He paused. “Ah. That.”
“Yes, that.”
John chuckled, but didn’t offer up an explanation or an excuse. Just his amusement at what she was sure was her expense. That put a shot of anger through her.
“Real cute asshole, but you’re going to have to give me more than that.”
“I was merely suggesting you could share a part of yourself with me.”
Not just one, Hana reminded herself. Multiple parts. Multiple layers.
“Suggesting, huh? Suggestions are made about movies, and songs to listen to. Both usually to share and enjoy with those closest to you. And okay, people do that too. Sharing, and baring just enough of themselves to see if they’ve got a good thing going, but applying that to us, John, just doesn’t work. Because one, we’re just not that cozy, and two, we’re sure as hell not that close.”
“Hence, the suggestion.”
“I might have a few for you, if we’re going to stick to this topic, but none of them are going to be that nice.”
“And I’m sure you would love to go over them in extensive detail with me, my dear. Some of which I might even entertain, given just how you might choose to pitch it to me.”
She wasn’t even sure what topic they were on anymore at this point. “Oh, I think you’d like my delivery. Maybe even my pitch.” Yeah, she’d lost it, and the breathy tone was laying it on way too thick.
“Deputy!” The smile her mental image conjured up for that was a wicked one. “You’re far from shy, aren’t you? Just be sure to remain clear on what exactly you’re hoping to accomplish. Otherwise, I may end up drawing my own conclusions on the matter. But don’t worry,” he said, almost imitating her. “No matter what you decide, you won’t have to be nice with me.”
Jesus. This was getting weird. Way too weird for her to keep on going with it. “Now I know you’re just trying to keep me talking. Dangling shit like that in front of me hoping I’ll just, I don’t know. Ramble on about something interesting, or just make a bigger ass of myself in the process. Either or.”
“We’re simply talking. Trading pleasantries, and possibly even a step beyond that. Surely that can’t be a problem.”
“Nothing is ever simple when it comes to you. At least, that I’m learning.”
“You were the one that called me. Let me remind you of that, yet again,” he replied, an edge creeping into his tone. “But this is the longest we’ve talked so far. I’d like to call that…progress.”
“I don’t think we’re supposed to make progress here.”
“Given my role, I’d have to disagree. Progress is precious. All too delicate and easily lost, much like trust. And I understand yours is not given easily, Deputy.”
She took in a slow breath and let it out through her nose. “What do you want, John?”
“Let me be honest with you. Not that I haven’t been from the start, but if you need to hear it, need me to tell you this directly, then I will.”
“To build trust?”
“To build progress. But that could lead to trust, if given the opportunity.”
This was swinging back in the other direction. Back to a topic that she knew they shouldn’t be heading towards, and the repeated question came out harsh. “What do you want, John?”
“Let me make my offer again. To give you a proper chance to-“
“Confess?” That made her want to pitch her radio right out over the hills. “You never quit with this shit, do you?”
“Have I become that predictable?” he asked drily. “But yes, I doubt I will, because it's not in my right to deny you that. That chance. That opportunity. It still remains, even now.”
“You want to hear a confession? Hmm? You really want to? Like the actual reason why we’re talking right now? Why I made an ass of myself earlier singing at you?”
Hana held the radio right up to her mouth as she hissed out the next few words.
“I hate this song. I hate it every time it comes on, and I hate the fact that this entire county only has two stations to choose from. That if I get into any vehicle, or if I walk to any area within reach, there’s a decent shot it’s playing, and I have to spend the next five minutes listening to it crooning, ‘Oh, John,’ over and over until I can flip the damn switch.”
“It should be a source of inspiration, to bolster, and-”
She pressed the button on the radio to cut him off. “I blame the subject. He’s kind of a self-absorbed prick.”
He grew silent after that, and she knew she was getting close to hitting a nerve.
“John the brave. Building us a family, and working hard to keep us safe. Isn’t that how it goes?”
“I would. All of you, if you’d let me.”
“It’s not that simple of a thing, John. To wave your hand and brush away everything. To wipe the slate clean.”
“It’s not about forgetting or dismissing memories, thoughts, or actions. It’s about accepting them for what they are, and finding a way past that. To wash them away, opening yourself up to the possibility of becoming something greater. We all have things that we regret, don’t we?”
Staring down at the radio, she wet her lips and wished like hell she had another beer nearby. This was not a conversation she wanted to have with him of all people.
“I know you’ve felt that. Not just here, in this place. But before. Long before coming here. The difference is that this time, you wouldn’t have to be alone.”
Coming from the same man that had promised to spill her guts out in front of him earlier, to dig for all that she’d keep from him, stung.
“Stop, John.”
“I would listen. Patiently, until you’ve given me all that you could offer. Every word, every action, as we name these things we bury, these sins, and from there they can be shed. So you can begin anew. Unburdened and unashamed.”
“I don’t want to do this with you,” Hana said, the buzz giving way to a weight in her body. “I don’t.”
“But you could. Just say yes.”
Yes.
A shiver ran through her, sinking deep into her as it spread.
“That night by the lake. The Cleansing, or whatever you called it, you remember that? Holding me down as I kicked and screamed my lungs out?” He went silent, and her head swam as she tried to steady herself. “You were going to drown me that night, weren’t you? Right up until Joseph spoke up. Saving me from you.”
She held the radio in her hand, waiting for a denial, acknowledgment, anything.
She’d suspected it. But this, after hearing him say those things to her, spoken low, intimately, was the icing on the goddamn cake.
“If anyone’s going to save me, it’s not going to be you,” she replied, hating how the words wavered. “Good night, John.”
She hit the switch and the radio slipped out of her hand, landing right on the grass by her feet. She'd know where to grab it come morning, she thought, leaving it behind.
Sure enough, she would.
#far cry 5#deputy hana#john seed#fanfiction#fic series: you'll be okay I promise#*runs off again*#now to try and enjoy the rest of this chaotic Tuesday#and I'll see what I need to fix after posting this at 1 AM over at AO3#FC5 fanfiction
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Mishaps - Chapter 04: Closer
Author's notes: I fought like hell with this chapter. It was supposed to shorten the story, but well, who said I am the writer here? hahaha My stories are temperamental and have their own lives and well... Mishaps decided it will be longer. Period.
Warnings: SMUT. And ANGST.
Words: 3815
The hunting cabin of his family, at first sight, looked like a whole new world brought straight from a zombie apocalypse movie: the place was built in the middle of the woods, hidden from civilization and away from the road. To reach the cabin, you guys had to leave the road down through a dirt road for almost half of an hour until Ubbe had to go out of the car to open a small gate. Then, another half of an hour in a private trail that ended in a medium cottage entirely built of treated trunks - which made the house almost invisible in the middle of the trees where it was located.
However, the rustic impression was nothing but a design: inside, the whole place was lustful and well-furnished with furs and a decoration utterly turned to the hunting and fishing contests they must have done there in between the family members. "Pretty much a place for men to reunite, drink beer, laugh, and dispute whose cock is bigger while too drunken to measure it properly," you thought, and this thought brought a small smile to your face.
Maybe Ragnar wasn't a father like yours, after all...
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hvitserk said, attracted by the smile on your lips. "My father made it for us. A place for us to rest during some holidays or free time. We used to come together in the hunting season and dispute who would bring the bigger hare or deer," he said, nostalgic.
Causing Ubbe to giggle from the door while coming in with the bags he took from the car.
"Yeah. Those contests were incredible, but in the end, Faðir always would bring the bigger one," he commented.
"Or Björn," Hvitserk remembered.
"They were the older ones and more experienced. I wish we could do a contest like that now that the dispute would be fair enough... I would kick Björn's ass with my new shooting skills!" Ubbe affirmed.
Their light conversation making you forget for a moment the situation you were into. They weren't your boyfriend and brother in law chatting about a family event or missing their father...
They were your hijacker and his brother who hours ago had a gun pointed to your head, ready to kill you with a single shot... And you knew that.
But you just wanted to forget. Just as you wanted to forget who you were. Where you came from.
"He's getting old. I doubt he could face a bear as he did that season do you remember, Ubbe??"
You wanted to sit there in that soft couch, your bare feet rubbing the fur of a bear rug - probably the bear they were talking so lightly about how their older brother had killed with nothing but a knife - and listen to that conversation with a smile in your face, getting impressed about your elder brother in law's skills just to get your boyfriend jealous of you...
You wanted to be there just for a moment with Hvitserk and not because the two of you had to hide so no one would discover you were a prisoner and he was a drug dealer trying to flee from the law.
But you couldn't.
Just as you couldn't tell your best friend your true name the true story of your life even knowing she was trusting you with her bigger secrets.
Just as you couldn't really sound nostalgic when telling any stupid story from the past Christmas with your friends.
You couldn't just erase your true life, get rid of your true memories and wake up someday really being Marie Ann Watson, to live without that sensation your whole life was a lie.
"Annie?"
Hvitserk's voice sounded calling your attention and you noticed the room was silent.
You were so absorbed in your own thoughts and doubts that you didn't even notice when Ubbe left the two of you alone in the cabin or when the conversation between the brothers had finished.
"Sorry... I was...”
"Lost," Hvitserk smiled caressing your face softly. "You must be tired, love. It was a long day and it has been being a long time for you, I know this. You should take a bath and then we could sleep a little. Ya know, like my father used to say when we were here: if you want some pizza here, you'll have to hunt the pepperoni. So, a little bit of sleep will be good for me to hunt something for us tomorrow."
You giggled at his little joke and it seemed to make him happy. Hvitserk liked to see your smiles more than anything. He was becoming really good at getting them. His fingers slid through your cheek, softly caressing your chin.
"This way is better," Hvitserk said, smiling softly at you. "I like when I can make you smile."
"I like when you make me smile," you answered, curving your lips a little more at him.
He came closer, nuzzling his nose against yours before softly pecking your lips.
"We'll find a way to solve this shit. And I... I'll find a way out. Ubbe and I want to stop. To live a normal life, away from this shit. We'll find a way out of this and then... Then it will be just you and me."
Promises you really wanted to see happening in your lives. Your arms softly embraced Hvitserk's neck and he covered your mouth with his lips, enjoying a long and loving kiss.
More and more you were fallen for that man and, at the same time, the more you were in love, the more guilty you felt.
The truth in your throat, like a knot...
The fear of losing what you were becoming to each other was eating you inside, not only by the feelings you had for Hvitserk but also by the fear of becoming something disposable to men like him and his brothers...
The problem with the time was also bothering you: there was already more than a month you were with him. The longer you were missing, the harder would be explaining your little disappearance to the police officers and it could really get Hvitserk some troubles.
Or worse...
It could cause them to change you once again. To move your location and change your identity one more time, forcing you to leave everything behind and start from zero once again.
Everything.
Including him.
"What's bothering you, babe?" Hvitserk asked against your lips, feeling something wasn't right with you today.
"How long will we stay like this?" you asked, looking at him "Hidden, I mean..."
He sighed.
"Officer Aethelwulf has been a pain in our asses for a while. He wants desperately to show some service and he has been trying to fuck up with us since my father was alive. For some reason, your missing person report went to his hands and now he's probably trying to make the right connections to relate us to your disappearance so he can bust one of us or the whole family."
You knew why...
Officer Aethelwulf was the one responsible for your file. Of course, your missing person report would end up in his hands.
"He's kinda finding ways to press us for information so we just have to keep you here until he decides to visit my apartment. Then Ubbe will call me and I'll go there to let the jerk come in and see my apartment. Ubbe will come to pick you up while this and I'll bring the officer here, so he can see we have nothing to hide. He won't find the relation and I believe it will be problem solved for now."
Then they just had to find a way to release you, for you wouldn't be locked forever, right?
"You... Don't intend to release me?" you asked, kinda innocently.
But he pulled away from you this time, sighing deeply, frustratedly.
"We gonna think about this later, ok?" he said, trying to look at you but not to be so serious or heavy, "My brothers still don't trust you and the more I like you, Annie, I can't risk my whole family releasing you this way... I will. But not now. Not yet."
Despite you were anguished, you could understand him. There was something in you that could instigate their mistrust. Your stories never sounded real and you were always a terrible liar. It was comprehensible people like his brothers wouldn't trust you at all.
You nodded, starting to walk towards the bathroom when he held you by your wrist, sighing again.
"Look... I'm sorry about this, Annie. I really want to solve these things for you and I'll find a way. I promise you." he said, caressing your hand with his thumb.
You nodded at him, resigned.
"I know. I trust you, Hvitserk," you said, unintentionally hitting his heart with your words and your smile.
You left to the bathroom but Hvitserk sat on the couch, rubbing his face, maybe as anguished as you could be.
He wanted to trust you. He wanted to release you and to let you go back to your life, to live it right the way he was planning before.
But if you were pretending...
If you were lying to him...
His whole family would be lost and he would be the only one to blame.
Hvitserk knew he couldn't risk his whole family that way, even knowing he was really in love with you already.
There was still something about you... Something deep that he knew was hidden. Something that justified that shadow in the bottom of your eyes. Something that was making him afraid of trusting completely on you.
However, it wasn't enough to prevent his heart from falling deeply in love with you and it was also killing him slowly.
Hvitserk got up, hearing the sound of the bathtub coming from the hallway. You were bathing, as he said. He walked at the small bar at the corner of the room and poured some drink to warm himself up.
A cup or two and he sat, trying to clear his mind from the flood of thoughts about that situation, pouring some more of the old mead his father used to like in his cup.
After the fourth or fifth dose, he was feeling lighter and the sound of the bathtub wasn't coming from the hallway anymore.
He walked towards the room and stopped at the door. The sight of your body catching his eyes while you were slowly sliding the soft towel through your skin, taking out the remaining drops of water from your bath. Fresh and clean, and shivered with the cold breeze of the night that was already falling on the woods.
Hvitserk swallowed dry. He knew he shouldn't be watching you in such an intimate moment, but yet, he kept himself silent, observing while you seemed to be caressing your skin with the towel, unaware of his presence at the door.
He could feel the warmth of the drinks spreading all over his body, mixing with the heat your sight was causing in his core, making his throat dry once again, but not for another drink.
While turning yourself to dry your hair, your eyes caught his figure at the door, but somehow you didn't feel scared.
Instead, the way he was looking at you caused shivers to go down your spine.
He wanted you.
You could see it in his eyes, staring you like a wolf would stare a hare.
And god... He was a tease for you since the beginning. It wasn't the first time you would lay down with a man, but there was a long time since your first experience.
And you wanted it...
You wanted it so bad...
You couldn't really explain why you turned yourself to him, looking into his eyes. You couldn't say if it was the heat in your body, the way his eyes were arousing you, or if it was only the immense need you had into you to have him without a single thought in your mind about your past, your present or the future of the two of you.
For some reason you chose to ignore, you opened the towel in your body, slowly letting it fall through your skin, showing your entire nakedness to his hungry eyes almost as an invitation mutely accepted by the glow of desire that filled his blues.
He came forward and you felt his warm hands touching your waist, shivering your skin with the contrast of temperatures in between his fingers and your fresh skin. You softly opened your mouth, sighing, and Hvitserk twitched his lips, clearly aroused by your sound, reflecting it in the way his hands became firmer on your hips, pulling you closer to his body.
You went without resistance, accepting his touches, sliding your hands through his collar, taking out the jacket he was wearing and throwing it to the ground, already searching the edge of his shirt to pull it up, invading his clothes with your fresh hands, retributing the shivers by touching his warm skin with your cold fingers.
He lost control.
Hvitserk's mouth covered yours in a lustful kiss and you felt his body starting to push you back towards the bed, stopping the kiss only to let the shirt pass through his head just to find the same destiny of his jacket and his shoes after it.
His clothes being left like a trail on the ground.
You fell sitting at the bed when your body reached the edge, breaking the kiss, but not the heat in between the two of you. Your hands went straight to his trousers, unbuttoning it and opening the zipper, causing the first moans and sighs of pleasure in his voice to start echoing through the room when your lips reached his lower belly in kisses as your hands were pulling down his pants and underwear.
You weren't really allowing your brain to think about how big he was or how barefaced you should be looking like, touching him shamelessly the way you were doing. All you wanted was exactly the sounds you got from his mouth in a hoarse voice when your fingers wrapped around his hot hardness, stroking his length while feeling his hand softly caressing your head, mutely asking for what was to come.
Hvitserk couldn't hold his moan of satisfaction when you slid your moistened lips around him, sucking his whole length into your mouth, causing him to bend, tamed by the pleasure.
"Shit... Oh, fucking shit! So soft!" he mumbled, barely being able to control his panting breath while you were sucking his cock so lustfully.
You never thought you could be so lascivious, but he was teasing your desire in a way no one has ever done before. You wanted him with all of you and his taste was making you even hotter than this pulsating desire making you wet.
"Fuck!" he cursed again, causing a strange feeling of satisfaction in your core when you felt his hips bucking, thrusting into your mouth erratically as if he was fighting to not to fuck your lips the way his body was begging him to.
You didn't know how to explain, but the taste of his precum and his efforts to hold himself back were making you want even more to feel him exploding and so, you fought alongside his body, causing him to moan louder when you embraced his hips, bouncing your head against his crotch, giving him the exact sensation he was trying to fight against, bringing him too close to the edge.
Hvitserk's fingers gripped your hair and he growled when you felt his shaft twitching against your tongue.
You felt his try to pull his hips away from you, but you just embraced him tighter, causing him to lose completely the control of his body and his pleasure to erupt into your lips, filling your mouth with his seed while his sounds of satisfaction were filling the room.
You were proud. Something in you was proud of the taste you just had. A man like him, a handsome one, would surely have lots of women. But how many of them had ever taken his self-control the way you did?
In his eyes, surprised on yours, you could see the answer was clear: none. No other has ever had Hvitserk so aroused, so ready. He could barely feel his erection retreating. Instead, the sight of your tongue rolling through your lips to take every single drop of his pleasure got him almost completely hard once again.
He couldn't explain what kind of goddess he found on you, but if he was sure he was in love with you before, now, Hvitserk was sure he was completely lost.
You were his damnation. his doom. And he couldn't help himself from wanting more.
Hvitserk towered his body upon yours, and you crawled back in bed, allowing him to come over the mattress, covering your body with his. His hungry mouth caught yours again and you embraced his body, kissing him back, noticing how he completely ignored the taste of his pleasure in your tongue, kissing you hungrily while one of his hands unashamedly landed in the middle of your legs, sinking his fingers into your entrance and starting to tease your clit with his thumb.
You moaned against the kiss and he hissed, aroused, cursing in a low voice against your lips that just caused you to feel even hotter.
"Shit, girl, you're so fucking wet... So damn tight!"
His words making you wetter under his fingers and his caresses causing your moans to substitute his, filling the room with your voice. Hvitserk smiled almost devilishly, increasing the pace of his thumb and curling his fingers to hit your sweet spots into your pussy, clearly playing with your pleasure as you had played with his before.
"You have a soft and silky mouth but I can't wait to taste these sweet juices of yours..." he said, licking his lips and smiling bigger as you turned your eyes darkened over his. "Open these pretty legs of yours, babe. Let me be a good boy and retribute your sweet surprise".
You didn't argue. Instead, Hvitserk felt your legs opening under him, more, like a new invitation that caused him to smile bigger.
"Such a good girl!" he praised, lowering himself in the middle of your legs, never breaking the contact of your eyes until his lips embraced your pulsating core in an intimate kiss that filled the whole room with your voice.
"Shit!" It was your time to curse and he smiled, licking his lips wet from your juices to mumble against your inner labia, causing the vibration to send shivers up your spine while he was speaking.
"So sweet!"
You felt his arms wrapping your hips from under your thighs and he laid his mouth on you, leaving you no choice but enjoy the feeling of his tongue exploring your intimacy entirely. You couldn't flee, for his embrace wasn't allowing you more than moving your hips to slide your clit in his tongue from time to time.
Not that it was really necessary: Hvitserk's skills were really way better than your imagination allowed you to estimate and you couldn't feel a single inch of your pussy he wasn't licking or sucking someway.
It didn't take too long for him to have you arching your body against the bed, gripping his hair strongly, ruining his man bun and making a mess of him when you came into his mouth, felling the pleasure spreading all over your body while he was thirstily licking you clean.
However, instead of calming his desire, your orgasm just set him on fire and, without giving you time to recover, Hvitserk crawled his way upon your body, easing his hardness into your still throbbing walls, moaning with pure bliss by feeling himself involved in your heat.
"Oh, god! Hvitserk!" you moaned, embracing his torso, lost in the pleasure, sinking your nails down his back when he suddenly started thrusting into your oversensitive channel, almost punishing you by the amount of pleasure you put him through. "Hvitserk! Babe!"
You tried to call him, but Hvitserk just kept thrusting, wildly, sliding your body up in the bed and hitting the wooden headboard full strength against the wall. The repetitive sound of his rhythm was mixing with your moans and his gasps of effort.
You could feel how tense his arms were when you relaxed under him, embracing his neck, kissing his skin as if your kisses and soft caresses were a reward for all the pleasure he was making you feel.
Slowly, your caresses reduced his pace. And he started going deeper into your body, getting longer moans and a tighter embrace from your hands around his body. One of them you slid into his hair, loosen it from the bun, watching as it opened like a curtain beside your face. You slid your fingers through the strands, caressing his nape, feeling as he rolled his hips in a different movement just to make you moan a little louder for his pleasure.
Hvitserk was filling you so well! His size seemed to be perfect for yours, your walls tightening embracing his shaft causing his efforts to become harder and harder as the pleasure was mining his strength.
In a few minutes, your skins were glued on sweat. His mouth against yours, panting, mixing your breath with his when you lovingly bit his lower lip before kissing him passionately.
Hvitserk couldn't deny anymore. He couldn't say it wasn't to be. The two of you were perfect together and when he felt your body clenching around him one more time, he wrapped his arms around your torso, embracing you tight into his arms and against his chest, thrusting a little bit faster just to release his seed into your walls, making you feel even warmer than your own juices made you.
With his panting breath, Hvitserk mumbled in your ear something that would be the perfect sentence to be heard after such deep and intimate intercourse.
"I love you," he confessed, nuzzling his face on yours, slowly recovering his breath control, and lightly kissing your skin and the crook of your neck "I love you, Annie. I love you..."
Annie...
You felt your eyes fill with a thin line of tears you didn't let pour. And you embraced Hvitserk tighter, feeling his body nestling into your embrace.
"I love you too..." you mumbled, swallowing dry as he softly rested his head against your chest.
Your heart heavy into your chest.
You loved him.
He loved Annie.
But Marie Ann Watson wasn't who you really were...
And sooner or later it would be the end of you.
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Kevin and Jake bond in the safe house and it's emotional?
“Detective-” “You can just call me Jake you know. You don’t have to keep up the whole ‘detective’ thing.” Kevin stared at Peralta to discourage him from interrupting again. The other man seemed to panic under the silence and began blabbering more, a nervous smile spreading across his face. “I mean!! Detective’s cool yeah yeah yeah worked my whole life to be- well not my WHOLE life because-” “I shall not be calling you Jake. I have only met you once.” “We’ve…you’ve seen me!” “When?” “Uhh, when Holt got stabbed!” “Ah yes. You dragged me around the city and instigated a fight between me and my husband.” “That’s..not how I would describe it.” “Pray tell.” “…What?” “Pray, tell me how you would describe it.” “Who says ‘pray tell?’ and I wasn’t gonna mention it but shall not?” “…..” “I mean are we in a Shakespeare play?” “Goodbye, Detective Peralta.”_______________________
“So….” “………..” “…we gonna sit here in silence or?” “……….” “Kevin buddy? I’m getting a bit worried here.” “……..” “…Keeev? Kevvie? K-” “What.” Kevin’s voice was like choking on ice and Jake’s stomach tied itself in a knot. He hated this, he wished he’d just let them switch who watched Kevin. He obviously didn’t want him here and he honestly didn’t want to be here anymore. “Do you want to talk about it?” “I do not.” “Yeah yeah cool cool cool like I get that buuut.” “…..but what!?” “What?? Why are you yelling?? What’d I do!?” “You left the sentence incomplete. Open-ended like my time spent here in this hell hole of a ‘home’ with you!” Jake grit his teeth, feeling weeks of annoyance and anxiety bubble up to his lips as anger. “Like it’s such a picnic being stuck here with the most humorless robot man on the planet!? Leaving the outside world behind, in this shitty fake house I get dumped here-” “Danging participle.” Kevin murmured. “…What now?” “Your participle’s dangling.” Kevin repeated, now turning around so his back was facing the other man. Jake got the feeling that he’d lost the argument although he wasn’t sure how it turned into an argument or exactly how he’d lost it._______________________________“So how are things going with Kevin?” Amy asked quietly, once the man in question had fallen asleep. He went to bed at eleven o’clock like clockwork it was unbelievable. If Holt was a robot then his husband was an alien whose biology had no room for emotions. Or a heart. But then he remembered Kevin’s hurt. “How could you not know that? Raymond, you are unbelievable.” and he felt bad for thinking it. Jaked cursed himself for being so good morals-wise…and face wise. “He’s great! No, I lied, he’s the most difficult person on earth. All we do is argue and life’s a living hell.” “What!? That’s awful!!” Amy sat up and reached for her phone, eyebrows scrunched up in worry. “I’ll tell Terry that we should go ba-” “No no no no Ames it’s way too late for that! If we have a bunch of random dudes coming in and out now it’ll be hella suspicious! I was exaggerating, it’s not that bad!” Amy looked at him, doubt splattered across her face. He’d always been a horrible liar, again, he’s so damn moralistic he can’t help it, also he has a cute smile. Which wasn’t vain to think, Amy had told him that. It’d made his week. “We just need to..click, you know? Get to know each other better! I’m gonna ask him to watch some movies with me tomorrow.” Amy sighed and laid back down, cuddling into Jake’s side which made his heart feel warm and skip-y. She kissed his chest. “Alright…just, a word of advice?” “Hm~?” “Don’t show him any like, Die-Hardy movies? I don’t think he’d like them.” “Yeah, of course not Babe! What, you think I’m an idiot?” he said, laughing stiltedly and thinking about the pile of exclusively Nick-Cage films he’d bought with him. Maybe having a theme would make it more artsy? In the darkness Kevin kept his eyes closed and his breathing steady as he has at eleven o’clock every day since being locked away in here, if only to get the illusion of a moment alone. He kept his eyes closed and longed for Raymond._____________________________________“I will admit this is…not terrible.” “Saying you’re enjoying yourself isn’t like, against the law you know? I won’t arrest you for having fun.” “…….” “Also, you just tore the movie to shreds for the entire hour. Are you the man behind cinemasins?” “Cinema what? What are you talking about?” “Oh my god you know what?…that’s kinda cute.” Kevin made a gesture that Jake had come to understand meant he was close to getting up (getting down?) and leaving (crawling) so he changed the subject as quickly as he could. “My dad used to like this one Adam Sandler movie- he’d like, watch it al the time and it was basically just about being a shitty dad and not caring.” And he’s stepped right into an emotional landmine, a lot of those popping up lately. “So I guess he found a kindred spirit in him. Only it wasn’t nearly as funny when my dad did it.” And there it was, the explosion. “……..” And his toro was near the door and his arm was on the ceiling fan and his foot was directly in his stupid idiot mouth. “Let’s watch this one next.” They watched four more movies in a quiet that slowly grew more and more noisy as whatever thoughts Jake’s words had pulled around Kevin’s head dissipated. It turned into a sort of a game, Kevin pointing out the smallest inconsistencies or “logical gaps” and Jake vehemently defending them. They fell asleep like that, and for the first time in nearly a month it wasn’t plagued with nightmares.Not the bees!! Not the beeeesssss!!!!_____________________________________
“I believe my father shared some similarities to yours.” Kevin said primly one day. They were sitting in the ‘kitchen’ and Jake was nursing coffee like a dying man nurses water. Kevin was drinking nothing, having finished his morning water. “He also liked Sandler?” “Oh absolutely not. He was a very well respected surgeon and was never there for me or my brother.” “Too busy saving people’s butts?” Jake slurred deliriously. Kevin had woken him up at eight am, which was when he woke up. Every. Day. “Was he a butt surgeon Kevin?” “…….” “No ifsandsor…ohhhh….god it’s so early.” Kevin stared at the nearby wall, sun-dappled and bare. Jake groaned, resting his head against the cool wood of the table. Later Jake would realize, after having injested his coffee and taken a four hour nap, that Kevin had been trying to do something. So he waited for him to try again, swearing he’d be on the lookout for it._____________________________________ One night after they’d both awaken from independent nightmares, Jake had had to wrestle Kevin to the floor to prevent him from crawling out a window. There’d been a lot of screaming and a lot of tears and mournful wailing for escape escapeescapepleaseletmegopleasepleasepleaseimsorryimsosorrypleasebequietpleasepleasepleaseple They were silent now except for heavy breathing, both of their tears drying on their cheeks and pajama shirts. Jake was holding Kevin down like a corpse in a coffin, arms crossed and pressed together so he couldn’t use them to climb out windows or hit him for stopping him from climbing out windows. “Do you think your father ever loved you Jacob?” Kevin said, voice faraway. “Uh…I think so. I think he still loves me, as much as he can love anyone? He just doesn’t…care. About me or anyone.” He responded. He had a headache and he was worried someone had heard their fight. He wasn’t thinking about his words, or Kevin. He was thinking about death. “My father would hate to see me crying. He always hated that.” “…….” “I hate him so much.” “…..yeah, I hate him too. My dad I mean. And…yours too, I kind of hate him too now.” “I hate your father as well.” “Thanks.” “I miss Raymond.” “You saw him like earlier to-” “I miss him.” and Kevin’s voice was so strangled and broken Jake had to take care not to cut himself on it. He felt his throat knot. Kevin began to sob and then cough, wet and awful because he was sobbing on his back, eyes up on the ceiling and it was choking him. Jake let go of his arms and watched as he immediately curled up into a ball like a time lapse of a flower wilting. The safe house was silent and undisturbed but neither of them slept that night, spending their time in the darkness wandering around the house like spirits, wailing and weeping for their lost loves._____________________________________ “In one minute Kevin and I will finally be able to leave this awful place!”“And yet we’ll never be free of the nightmares.”“Nope, those shall haunt us for always.”“Whoa..things got really intense in here, huh?”“Oh yeah, got dark. This place is a Hellmouth.”
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