#I promise I haven’t forgotten these life has just been busy

[climbdraws]

1 or 2

[meow-xine]

Ohhh I am so obsessed with him 😫

Shota Aizawa x Fem reader

Cw: smut, some plot… oral (F! receiving)

Background: Aizawa is your husband but you haven’t seen him in WEEKS due to him being caught up in work.

Shota has just been so busy as of late. Truth be told, with the two of you sharing so many aspectual responsibilities – many stemming from Shota’s job, you had felt a strain on your relationship. Shota rarely had time for you anymore, him spending more time now than ever at work, trying to make sense of villain attacks and dorms. Sometimes he would be gone for weeks, the only interaction being a text or a late night call. Of course you kept yourself busy, going to work during the day then occupying yourself with small things around the house; cleaning, crafts. No matter how much you distracted yourself though, there was no way to stop the yearning for your husband. You knew it was necessary, and you would in no way ever try to stop him from doing what he needed to, but you just wish he could take one day off. Life just hadn’t been the same.

“I just miss you so much.” you sobbed into the phone resting next to you, laying down curled over a pillow. This had become a sort of routine, Shota calling you up later than he should, knowing that you would be awake and expecting to hear from him. “I know, I miss you too. It’s.. it’s just been so complicated trying to balance everything. Know that if I could come home to you I would.” He sighed. It wasn’t much easier on him, and you knew that. You often found yourself getting off the phone feeling more guilty than anything. He had a lot on his plate, and you were sure your complaining wasn’t of much help. There was just something about the late night that seeped into your words, taking control and slurring your speech. You weren’t used to staying up so late.

“I’m sorry baby.. I just don’t feel good without you here. It’s too quiet and dull.” you continued your earlier recurring thought. Silence interrupted by your small hiccups filled the air. It was stagnant and dense, but not uncomfortable. “You know it breaks my heart to hear you like that honey.” He interrupted the silence, followed by a sigh. “I’ll do what I can to see you as soon as possible.” he continued. “You promise?” “I promise. Now get some sleep love, it’s late.” And with that you hung up and fell asleep, remaining in the same curled position. 

That was two weeks ago, and since then you had been carefully watching the news reports and attacks against both Shota and his students. It was scary stuff and you constantly had to remind yourself that he would be okay– that they would all be okay. Even with reminders though, you couldn’t help but feel anxious and out of control, sometimes forgetting to breathe until Shota got a break on TV. You followed up with texts and phone calls afterwards too, needing more than just a digital image showing he was safe. 

Finally, amongst the sea of phone calls you had gotten, it was your husband.

“[Name]? Baby?” it was Shota, he sounded happier than he had in a while and you swore you could feel his smile through the phone. “Hi Sho, I’m here. How are things going?” you smiled too, not being able to contain yourself after hearing him. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Things are going good, especially today. I rarely ever take time off work so it was pointed out that I am long overdue for some PTO.” “Oh yay! Do you know when exactly you might be getting some days?” You stood up from the couch you were sitting on in your shared home. “Well…” He started, but before he could finish his sentence the doorbell rang. “Oh, I’m sorry, give me one moment, someone’s at the door..” He chuckled, “Sure.”

You made your way to the door making sure to hold your phone to your chest before answering. Upon opening the door, the phone in your hand was long forgotten, falling to the floor. It was Shota on the other side, lazily holding his phone to his ear. He hung up and opened his arms, allowing you to run into them.

“You’re here! Oh I’ve missed you so much.. I wish you would have told me you were coming ,I would have worn something nicer.” You rambled feeling embarrassed for just wearing one of his shirts and PJ shorts. Not leaving enough time for you to finish a thought, Shota wrapped his arms around you, one snaking around your waist and the other rubbing your back. “Hi baby..” 

You released yourself from his embrace, taking a moment to look at his face and notice the small differences. He looked tired and weary, no thanks to the battles he had endured. Despite everything, it was still your Shota standing in front of you. Your eyes moved down to his lips and before you could think you were all over them. You pulled back, apologizing, “Oh! Sorry,” you knelt down to pick up some of his bags, “let’s let you get settled in first.” 

The two of you carried his bags to your bedroom, placing them on the floor. Before Shota made an effort to unpack, he walked over to you and brought you in for another hug, this one tighter than the last. One of his hands was wrapped warmly against your head, bringing you closer to his chest. You inhaled, making a mental note to lock his sweet musk scent away for when he inevitably had to leave again. “I missed you so much baby, you have no idea.” he spoke, his voice soft and gravelly. 

You loosely pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, one of your hands holding his cheek and his hands still lingering low around your waist. “I missed you too Sho. It felt impossible without you here. I’m just so happy you’re okay.” He smiled down at you and planted a small kiss on your lips. He deepened the kiss, disentangling your entire being yet somehow making you feel more full than you ever had all at once. His hand was now placed against the nape of your neck, all the while slowly backing you up into the nearest wall. 

Once you felt your back touch the wall you couldn’t help but break free of the kiss and gasp, being too entranced to notice the position you were in until now. Shota wasted no time in returning to the kiss, using the hand on your neck to bring you closer to him. The two of you melted into the kiss, a mix of small groans and whines left Shota’s mouth as he lost himself in you. He broke away from the kiss, taking a moment to look at you beneath his frame before speaking, “Baby I need you right now..” he groaned, searching for approval in your eyes. You displayed agreement through a nod and took a step forward. Shota, before beginning to take off your clothes, gently let his hands run across your body longer than he needed to. It had been so long since he had been able to feel your skin underneath him, he wanted to savor it. 

He took off your shirt, admiring what was underneath as he lifted it above your head. Once he discarded it to the side, he worked on removing your bra. You were now completely bare from the waist up and your dark haired husband couldn’t help but stare. “Oh I’ve missed you so much.” He lowered his earlier kisses down to the side of your neck, bending his knees as he moved down to kiss your exposed breasts, one hand massaging the other as he worked. You let out soft moans, the pleasure slowly surging through you. It was more intense than usual, it had felt like eons since you had been touched by him, yet it seemed he still knew exactly how to please you. 

‘C’mere baby,” he led you to your shared bed, sitting you on the edge. You were almost laying down, your elbows propped up stopping you from doing so. Shota got down to his knees in front of you, sliding his hands on either side of your thighs and he slid your shorts off, your panties being the only remaining article. Upon seeing your wetness seeping through the cloth, Shota chuckled  “Awh baby, you’re soaked.” He looked up at you with lust clouded eyes. “Let me touch you, please love.” It took you a moment to fully process and respond to him, you were far too distracted by the sight of your usually dominant husband kneeling before you, so undone. “Yes-yeah, of course you can.” you responded after far too long of a pause. 

He returned one of his hands to its earlier position, slid against your thigh only now massaging you slowly. His other hand moved up slowly to your clothed pussy and you gasped when you felt him touch you. He used his hands to spread your legs open and teased small traces along your inner thighs, moving his face closer. You shivered as you felt the warmth of his breath close in. He planted a trail of the most gentle kisses up your thighs, pausing once he got just close enough to make you antsy. You whimpered, “please Sho..need you..”

“You know I can’t say no when you ask like that.” he smirked, then slid your panties off, gliding a finger down your slit. He inched his face closer, attaching his mouth to your clit after a few small licks. The wave of pleasure crashed down on you all at once, “Oh Sho…” you moved your hands to grab his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Once his gentle demeanor faded, he was devouring you like a madman, groaning and mumbling into your arousal. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this..” he lazily groused, slipping two fingers into you. He curled them up into you, the sheer amount of unfamiliar pleasure was almost overstimulating.

Your grip on his hair tightened, indicating he must have been doing something right. He paused to look up at you, “Yeah? You like that? ‘Course you do..” he trailed off, his mouth finding you again. Your nerves heated your entire body, that combined with the growing knot in your belly was enough to push you over the edge. You bucked your hips, now riding his fingers more than anything. He pulled his face up to look at you again. “Oh baby you look so pretty coming undone f’me right now.” his fingers sped up reaching places you didn’t know could be reached. “So pretty.”

“I’m- fuck.. M’ so close Sho..” you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Rolling your hips at the same speed his fingers were fucking you, you couldn’t help but toss your head back in satisfaction, your release smashing against you. “That’s it baby.. good girl..” Shota spoke, his fingers never once slowing until you were worn out. You whined due to the absence that filled you as he removed his digits. 

He stood up, looming over your relaxed frame. He knelt down to kiss your forehead, grabbing one of your hands to help you sit upright. “You did so good baby.. So good.” He sat next to you, stroking your hair. “Oh I love you Shota, so much.” you whined into him. ”I love you too [Name].” He smiled, honestly not wanting to get up. “Now let's get you cleaned up, it’s late.”

“What about you though? I feel bad not returning anything..” You said, feeling a mix of pleasure and guilt all in one go. “Don’t worry about me, we have plenty of time.” Shota responded. He walked to the bathroom, starting a hot bath with a mix of calming oils; then returned to you and brought you to the tub.

The two of you were slipped in you got comfortable in the middle of his legs, your back resting against his chest. “I love you Shota.” you closed your eyes, feeling relaxed enough to go to sleep right in the tub.

He wrapped his arms around your torso. “I love you too, [Name].”

[bisexualiteaa]

could you write something where cooper is talking the reader through it, but like, super sweetly and lovesick?

Talk Me Through It, Baby

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!! And some domestic fluff)

CW: NSFW MDNI!! Established relationship, lingerie, flirting, cursing, reader being all enticing, 🤭 p in v, unprotected sex, p0rn w/o plot, domestic Cooper, irradiated cream pie, fingering, oral, (fem receiving) praise, Cooper talking you through sex and making love to you, slight OOC Cooper, slight deviation from TV series

AN: the creative juices are flowing people! I’m loving it, thank you all to have given me asks, it has been so much fun getting to write stuff for you guys! I think i may be done posting for today and have a busy rest of the week ahead of me but keep a look out within the coming weeks for those whose asks I have not done yet! I haven’t forgotten you lovelies, I promise ❤️ hope I did your ask justice, Anon! Enjoy some smut and domestic fluff! 🥰🤠

It’s days like these that made you remember just how nice it was to live a domestic life back in the day. No worries of murderers at your doorstep, no worries about food supply running too low, radiation sickness, it was just perfect. You could bake, you could cook whatever you could get your hands on, but the best part? Was when Cooper walked through that door after a long day to see the beautiful smile that would light up your face when you would greet him. You’d come up to him, greet him with a “welcome home, honey!” Followed by a sweet, soft kiss as his hands would fall to your hips once he’d make it through the door of your home in the settlement. You wished it could be like old times, but this was the closest to that that you’d gotten and you were proud of it. You had a nice home that almost was completely patched of all holes, working appliances thanks to the electricity you got going, clean water, food and some furniture to really spruce things up.

It was the activities that transpired after dinner however that left you both the most excited for when we would be home. You smiled cheekily as you returned from the bathroom, sitting against the doorway clad in a nightgown that you had made for yourself from collected fabrics. It was soft and silky, yet slightly see through, adorned by lace cups and lace around the bottom as it flowed out yet also hugged your frame. One where it left very little to the imagination of what lay underneath. “What do you think?” You asked excitedly yet with a sensual calm tone, making Cooper look up at you with a grin. He whistled as his eyes roamed your figure, loving the way it hugged your curves just right and let your pert nipples poke through the lace. “What do I think?” He asked, standing up and walking towards you, meeting you half way as you sauntered into the room. “I think you look like a dream come true, sweet pea” he said, his hands coming to rest on your hips as yours looped around his neck with a smile. “You like it? I made it myself” You asked, knowing by the tent in his briefs and the smirk on his lips that that answer was obvious. “Oh I love it” he said genuinely, trailing his hands along the smooth, silky fabric as he looked down at you with a soft smile before pulling you in for a kiss. You hummed contentedly into it, removing his hat from his head and placing it on your own with a chuckle into the kiss. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were propositionin’ me, little lady” he said, making you grin up at him with that half lidded look of mischief and love in your eyes that he just couldn’t get enough of. “Maybe I am” you answered as your eyes flitted between his and his lips, your hands coming to rest against his chest softly, just enough touch to tease, yet enough to make him chase after you for more. “Then let’s take it for a spin, hmm?” He asked, making you giggle softly before a light gasp left your lips as he leaned down, planting sweet kisses to your neck, making your eyes flutter shut in bliss. Your arms held him tighter, pressing your chest against his as his teeth found all your weak spots, being sure to exploit them to work you up even further and hear those beautiful sounds he loves so much. “Cooper…” you sighed, your head falling back at the feeling of his rough hands running along your body, grabbing at anything he could get his hands on. Between kneading the pleasantly soft flesh of your ass, to fondling your breasts, he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Always look so pretty for me, sugar” he said, making you smile at his heartfelt compliment as he worked at the straps of your hand-tailored nightgown. “I always do my best for you” you replied, making him chuckle. “Don’t need to, you’re perfect as is” he responded, watching as it fell off of you with ease, the fabric pooling at your feet as he kissed you. He felt your hands smooth over his shirt as his tongue invaded your mouth, tasting the gin and sweet cherries you had with dinner, making him groan. You always tasted so damn sweet, so addictive. Sugar-Bombs be damned, you were 100% of his daily value of sugar and he wouldn’t want it any other way. When he noticed you had nothing on underneath, he couldn’t help but grin. “Look at you, you’re just so damn gorgeous, what’d a bastard like me ever do to get so lucky?” he complimented, making you smile giddily at his continued compliments. “By being you, Mr. Cooper Howard. Wouldn’t want you any other way” you replied, making him give something between a groan and a chuckle as your lips came to his neck. “The bed looks awful empty, what’dya say we change that?” You asked, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bed as he chuckled. “I like the way you think, sugar” he replied, watching as you sat down on the bed before him, looking to him expectantly. “C’mon don’t be shy now, tell me what you want” he said, but rather than speak your mind, your hands spoke for you, finding their way to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up to where he’d take it off. He chuckled. “How ‘bout these? Want these off too, sweet pea?” He asked with a grin, knowing the answer before you even shook your head yes to confirm it. “Go on, take ‘em off for me. I know you like it more when I let you do it” he said softly, bringing your dainty small hands to his belt buckle, watching and helping you undo it and the button to his pants before taking a hold of his zipper with your teeth, and bringing it down. He groaned watching you toy with him, his fingers gliding through your hair, scratching your scalp before moving down to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Eyes up here, darlin’” he teased, a grin on his lips as your pretty little doe eyes squinted with your smile, completely love drunk. He watched as you placed your fingers to his hips, helping pull down his pants and briefs as you looked him in the eyes the entire time. “Good girl, so good at it you ain’t even gotta look” he said, making you bite your lip and giggle as excitement was nearly tearing you apart, but you were being good. Patience was key, he loved drawing things out with you to where you were left absolutely crazy for each other.

“Sit your pretty self back some, let me have my dessert” he said, making a pleasant tingle flow through you straight to your throbbing clit. You did as you were told, scooting back a little and resting back on your hands as you spread your legs for him. “There ya go, nice ‘n wide for me, perfect. Look at you, so pretty for me. ‘f I had film in that old camera I’d snap a picture just to keep around of this sight” he said, making you grin up at him, the look in your eyes full of need as he got down on his knees at the edge of the bed. His lips trailed searing hot kisses up along the insides of your thigh, getting closer and closer to where you needed him most before placing the most feathered light kiss to your clit. Your hips bucked up involuntarily out of need and anticipation, a moan leaving you before you whined as he lavished the other thigh with kisses. He gave an amused chuckle. “Patience sweetheart, you’re doin’ so good for me. I promise it’ll pay off” he said, trailing back up to your soaking cunt where he’d placed soft, searing kisses to your clit, making your eyes flutter shut once more and your head drop back with a moan. He groaned at your taste, at the way one of your hands rested on his bald head to tell him how good he made you feel. He looked up at you as he let his tongue lull out, running it up your slit to your clit, flicking the tip of it against your sensitive nub. You keened at the sensation, your chest rising and falling drastically with the harsh inhales and exhales of your pants and moans, a small smile turned the corners of your lips as your eyes were shut. “Cooper…” you moaned, and it was music to his ruined ears. “Taste so good sugar, I swear it’s like you’re made of it” he said, placing a playful bite to the inside of one of your gummy thighs, earning a louder, surprised yet pleased moan in response. “Fuck…” you panted, making him chuckle as one of his fingers prodded your entrance, sliding in all the way to the knuckle as his tongue flicked against your clit in a rhythm that had you bucking your hips to meet his mouth. “Feels s’ good, please..” you begged, feeling him curl his finger inside of you to rub against that sensitive bundle of nerves. He was going to be the death of you one of these days, you swore it, he was too damn good at this. He watched as you looked down at him, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of him eating you like a man starved. He gave a wink at you as your gazes met, smirking into you as he felt you get closer and closer. “That’s the spot, ain’t it sugar? That’s it, doin’ so good for me, I know you’re close. Let go for me honey, I’ve gotchya” he said, keeping that delicious pace with his tongue and fingers rubbing that spot inside, it didn’t take long for you to do just as he asked. With a moan you came on his fingers and his tongue, a low, feral groan leaving his throat and rumbling his chest as you did. “Good girl” he praised, making you whimper as he withdrew his fingers. his mouth and chin shining with your slick and his spit. He used his fingers to wipe it off, looking you in the eyes as he sucked on his fingers to remove it, groaning at the taste as he licked his lips clean.

He climbed up on the bed over top of you, leaning down to kiss you which you graciously accepted, unbothered by the taste of you on his lips and tongue. “Ready sweetheart?” He asked, making you shake your head yes at him, enjoying how desperate you were for him. He leaned back to rub his tip through your slit, collecting your slick and mingling with the pre-cum that beaded out from it. “Don’t tease, Coop..” you begged, making him chuckle. “I know, I know, just makin’ sure I don’t hurt ya” he said, before easing his way into your tight cunt. Didn’t matter how many times you two had sex, the stretch always burned at first but subsided into nothing but absolute bliss. “Doin’ so good for me, doin’ okay sweetheart?” He asked once he was fully sheathed inside you, waiting for you to tell him when to move and making sure you weren’t in pain. You looked up at him, that smile that he swore was the brightest thing in the universe eased all his worries. “I’m good, Coop. You can move whenever you’re ready” you said, making him chuckle as he leaned down to kiss you again, starting a soft, slower pace. He didn’t want to fuck you tonight, didn’t want to have sex with you, no. He wanted to make love to you, show you how much he loves you, show you how much he worships the ground you walk on. He wanted to give you everything you ever wanted and more just to see that pretty little smile in return, it’s all he ever asked for. You both moaned into your shared kiss, his one hand holding yours by your head, fingers intertwined with each other as the other rested on your hip. Your free hand roamed along his scarred back, your head tipping back as his thrusts were deep and calculated. You shut your eyes as his lips roamed your neck, once again abusing the sensitive skin to hear your voice sing for him. “Feel so good honey, like you were made for me” he said, making you hum at the thought, you certainly liked to think so. “Maybe I- hah~ was” you said between moans, making him chuckle dryly. “Maybe you were” he said, his lips attaching to one of your breasts, his tongue laving over one of your nipples as his other hand toyed with the other between his thumb and finger. You moaned as your head fell back against the pillows, hair fanning around your head like a halo. You were ethereal, he swore it. His perfect little angel to keep him out of too much trouble, but just naughty enough to keep him on his toes.

“I love you so much, darlin’. Love everything you do for me” he said, making you smile warmly. “I love you too Cooper, and everything you do to- I mean *for* me” you said playfully, making him laugh at your witty joke, feeling the way your gummy walls hugged him tight, fluttering around his cock as he kept a good steady pace. “Felt you tighten around me, go ‘head, let go for me baby. I’m here” he said, bringing his thumb down to rub tight circles against your clit, leaving your back arching off the mattress and a wide O shaping your lips. “Fuck…Cooper, cum with me, please…inside” you said, making him groan into your neck as he buried his face there. “Anything for you sweet pea” he replied, moaning into your shoulder as you held onto him for dear life, knowing your orgasm would hit you hard. And that it did. You saw white stars flash in your vision, as your body arched up from the mattress once more, pressing yourself to him as your walls clamped down around him, milking him of everything he had to offer you as he painted your walls white. You panted as you rode out your highs, his lips coming to yours for a sweet, gentle kiss before resting his forehead against yours.

As you both lay there, basking in the after glow, he couldn’t help but get lost in your eyes. “What’s that look for, hmm?” You asked teasingly, making him chuckle. “Just that I found the love of my life” he said, so casually as if it were common knowledge, making you give him that beaming smile he loved so much. Your hand came up to cup his cheek, rubbing the irradiated skin with your thumb as you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his once more. “Good, because I’ve been lookin’ at mine for a few months now, wondering when you’d finally admit it” you said, making him laugh along with you as he pulled out, got you both cleaned up and hooked you up to some RadAway. “Maybe I’ll go down to the market and getchya that ring you were eyein’ last time we went” he said, making you look at him astonished. “Oh Cooper, you ain’t gotta do that! You know how many caps that’ll run you?” You asked, making him laugh. “Does it look like I care? Besides, if it’s that ridiculously expensive, no one ever said anythin’ about spendin’ the caps if the person sellin’ it ended up missin’ somehow” he said with a grin, making you grin as you kissed him, only he could make murder look so good.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Life in the City 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.

Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader

Note: Heloooooo.

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As promised, you’re shown to your new office by the end of the day. You put your meagre box of belongings on the desk and unpack a piece at a time. Isn’t an exhaustive task so you take your time. 

You put your watermelon post-its by the base of the monitor’s pedestal and your cell phone screen lights up. It’s been buried in your bag for much of the day but you took it out to reconnect to your work accounts. Melanie’s name fills the top of the screen. You still haven’t responded to her since the weekend. 

You swipe up your phone and cross the office. You answer as you shut the door, eking out a tiny hello as you turn back and bite your thumb. You pace aimlessly as your stomach knots. You don‘t think you’re mad at her, just embarrassed about how it all turned out. She knows how many times your excitement was burnt to disappointment, you hoped she wouldn’t have added to your pile ashes. 

“Hey, girl, you busy? I’ve been calling you all week.” 

It’s Tuesday, you think to yourself. 

“I’m sorry, I just have a lot going on at work--” 

“That’s great,” she interrupts, “did you see my texts? I really am sorry about the other night. You know, I was stressed. Clark was out of town for his job and I hadn’t seen him all week. Really, I didn’t forget about you, I just thought we were meeting Saturday, not Friday.” 

Your mouth slants as you weigh her excuse. You don’t know if you believe her but it could be true. How long have you been friends? Doesn’t she deserve the benefit of the doubt?

“Everyone gets busy,” you say with a brittle laugh, “I totally get it. Next time I’ll be clearer, that’s all. Make sure there’s no misunderstanding.” 

“Of course,” her voice is trills and is overly affected, “I just wanted to check in since Clark said you were so upset.” 

“He did?” You frown as you stop by the desk and take your stapler out of the box. 

“Uh, yeah, he did. So, in the future, if your upset, you can just let me know, hon,” her tone drips like syrup, “we’re friends, aren’t we? I mean, it’s a big city and we gotta stick together.” 

“Erm, sure, I’m sorry, I didn’t think... I wasn’t upset. I didn’t say anything, you know, I was just tired.” 

“Whatever, hon, it’s behind us now, isn’t it? You forgive me?” She pauses, waiting. 

“Y-yeah?” You answer. 

“Aw, that’s so wonderful,” she chimes, “anyway, you sound busy. You must be working so I’ll let you go. Ciao.” 

She hangs up and you hold the phone to your ear for a moment after the line dies. That was weird. Like she wasn’t really talking to you, but more putting on a show for someone. Strange. 

You drop your arm and a knock comes at the door. You wince and put your phone screen down. You face the door and fold your hands. 

“Uh, who is it?” You call out. 

The door opens and a throat clears, “just me,” Thor says as he enters, “wanted to be sure you got some of the leftovers.” 

He has a container in his hands. You try to blow off the tension and force a smile. You drop your arms straight and drag a finger up and down the seam of your pants. 

“Thanks, that’s too sweet,” you chirp. 

“Ah, I made sure to get you some cinnamon cookies,” he nears and offers the container. 

“Oh, my, I shouldn’t,” you accept the box. 

“You shouldn’t?” He wonders, “you’re not on some diet, are you? You hardly need one.”  

You laugh nervously, “oh, no,” you back up and spin to put the container on the desk. You go back and reach into the box, “I just... I have a rotten sweet tooth, you know? Sugar keeps me up.” 

“Mmm, well, you should indulge. Enjoy. Nothing wrong with allowing yourself the small things,” he goads, “so,” he claps his hands, the sound making you jump, “your office. How do you like it?” 

He looks around theatrically as he pivots. You take out your small blue mug with the teddy bear on it and follow his gaze, “it’s nice. Big.” 

“Yes, I suppose you don’t take up much space,” he remarks, “if you need any supplies, you can just let me know.” 

“Oh, um, I shouldn’t. I... I could just contact finance--” 

“Come to me,” he insists, “accounting takes too long.” 

“Okay,” you agree. 

“Are you excited?” He asks as he turns to you. 

“Sure,” you answer. 

“Mm,” he hums, “you’re sweet, but I don’t want you to stress. If there’s anything overwhelming me, don’t be afraid to let me know.” 

“I know, thank you, Mr. Odinson.” 

“Thor,” he corrects you with a wink, “you don’t know want to know Mr. Odinson.” He grins and you look at him blankly, “my father. He’s an old grump.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you put the cup down and rub your palms together, “it’s been a long day.” 

“It has indeed,” he checks his watch, “you’re almost done... I should let you finish.” He flicks his finger towards your desk, “tomorrow, the heavy lifting begins.” 

“Yeah,” you murmur. 

“Don’t forget your treats,” he points to the container, “you’ve earned it.” 

“Right, thanks again,” your smile trembles as fatigue nips at the corner of your eyes. 

“See you tomorrow morning,” he avows before he spins and goes to the door. 

You return your attention to the box as you sense him hovering at the threshold. You think he’s looking at you but you’re too nervous to check. Finally, the door closes and you exhale and close your eyes. You can’t believe how much today has taken out of you and the days to come promise much of the same. 

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You yawn as you come out of your building, eyelids heavy and itchy as you rub them with your knuckles. You hitch up your bag as you turn down the sidewalk and cross to the stop on the other side of the street. You barely slept through the anxiety and anticipation. The unknown stresses you out more than anything and you really have no idea what you’re walking into. 

You let your head lean back as you give another silent roar of fatigue. You roll your shoulders and urge yourself to wake up. You got to get with it. You can’t show up at the office half-asleep. 

The whir of an engine approaches and you look towards the direction of the bus route. Its too quiet to be a bus. Instead, there’s a vaguely familiar car that slows instead of passing. You squint and cross your arms defensively. You have to keep reminding yourself this is the city. 

The window rolls down as you bounce on your feet awkwardly, “hey,” your name rises in the deep timbre. 

You bend and find Clark smiling at you. Of course! That’s why you recognised his car. 

“Heyyyy,” you say, “what are you doing... here?” 

“Working on a story, actually. Was in the area and... what timing, huh?” He pushes his shoulder up as he keeps one hand on the steering wheel, “you on your way to work?” 

“Yup,” you answer brightly, swallowing another yawn, “bus should be here soon.” 

“The bus? Get in, I’ll give you a ride.” 

“Oh, no, you don’t have to... that’s too far.” 

“Where do you work?” 

“Tempest,” you answer. 

“Tempest? That’s right by the paper. I’ll take you, no problem.” 

“Really?” Your brows arch dramatically, “that’s so nice of you.” 

“Of course,” he pats the passenger seat and the door unlocks with a loud click.

“I owe you one." You open the door and get in, tempted to melt into the seat. It’s so much better than the stiff ones on the bus. Ugh, your head is tenuous at best. It could start pounding at any minute. 

“How are you?” Clark asks as you buckle in. 

“Alright,” you repress yet another yawn, “how are you? How’s Melly?” 

“Melly?” He chuckles, “she’s fine, I think. I'm... fine too.” 

“Oh...” you twiddle your fingers in your lap as he slowly leans on the gas and pulls away from the curb, “just fine?” 

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve just been... talking a lot. You know, relationship stuff,” he drives with one hand, combing his other through his hair. 

“Ah, right,” you nod, “hopefully it’s okay.” 

“Huh,” he scoffs and puts his other hand on the wheel, “you’re a good friend.” 

“I... guess,” you shrug. “I... I just think Melanie really likes you.” 

“Oh, I know she does,” he laughs, “doesn’t keep her from being... how she is. I like her too but we both know she can be very demanding.” 

“She can be,” you agree, “but I think that’s just her personality. Sometimes I wish I could be more like her.” 

“Why would you want that?” he asks. 

“Er...” 

“I just mean, you’re you. Everyone’s different right and you’re just so sweet,” he says, “this world has enough Melanies.” 

“Maybe,” you turn your head and cover your mouth as you yawn at the window. 

“I’m dying for a coffee,” Clark says, his tone shifting smoothly with the topic, “how about you? Green tea?” 

You look at him. He remembers your order? You rub your cheek and drop your hand to your lap. 

“I’m okay, but thank you--” 

“Really, it’s no big deal,” he flips the blinker on, “I need an espresso so, how about it? Iced, hot?” 

You bite the inside of your lip. You really could use a boost. You don’t often get the chance. Your bus ride is too long to factor in a cafe run. 

“Could I get a matcha latte, iced? I have some change,” you open your bag and shove your hand inside. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he waves you off. 

“Really, you’re giving me a ride. The least I can do--” 

“The least you can do is let me buy your drink,” he insists, “because I kinda have a big favour to ask you.” 

“You do?” 

“Yeah, uh, it’s for Melanie. You must know her birthday is coming up.” 

“Yeah, I know--” 

“I really wanna work through things with her and I figured if I threw her a party, maybe it’s better than all this talking,” he joins the queue for the drive thru, “and you’ve known Melanie a lot longer than me so you’re like an expert. Do you think you could help me out?” 

“A birthday party? Well, I... could try. Mel’s always been the one into parties and planning and all that.” 

“I’m not good at it either but you know what she likes. I could use help at least with colours or whatever,” he suggest, “I mean, obviously, you don’t have to. I’m not going to blackmail you with a car ride and a latte.” 

You laugh rockily, “well, I could try. It wouldn’t be so bad and I should do something special. We’re both finally living in the same city. Maybe this would help with us too.” 

“Us? You and... Mel?” 

You give him a look then look through the windshield. You fidget as he rolls up to the speaker and orders. You wait until he’s done. 

“Things were awkward the other day when I crashed your date night,” you say, “I’m sure you caught on.” 

“Yeah, yeah, she wasn’t very gracious,” his tone lowers sharply. 

“It’s okay. She didn’t mean anything. I’m not upset--” 

“Did she apologise?” He asks abruptly. 

“Uh, yeah, of course, but she doesn’t have to--” 

“I think you deserve the apology,” he interrupts again. “You know, you don’t deserve to be walked all over like that. Hell, if I had friend like you, I think I’d treat you a lot better.” 

“I’m not upset,” you assure him, his mood making you uneasy. It’s flattering he would be so upset on your behalf but you’d rather just put it all behind you, “she said sorry, it’s all good.” You wiggle your foot as you think, “alright, I can help with the party.” 

“Ah, yes, you’re a life saver,” he pulls up to the window and pays. He gets the drinks and hands you the matcha before he slips his in the cup holder, “great, I’ll get your number and we can throw around ideas when you have a chance.” 

“Oh, yeah, sure, I could...” the cup soaks your hands in condensation, chilling you, “I’ll do my best. I have a new assignment at work so I’ll be a bit tied up.” 

“No problem, whenever you can. Hope you don’t mind if I send you a couple of pictures I saw,” he says, “tryna come up with a vision, you know?” 

“That’s cool,” you pause to sip the matcha, nearly sighing at the refreshing flow that coats your stomach, “thank you so much for the tea.” 

“Any time,” he says as he pulls out into the street, “anything you need at all.” 

[criminalamnesia]

hello everyone, small life update:

im sorry I haven’t been posting/writing. I know a lot of people are anticipating traitor part 6, and I want to give it to you, but truthfully I have not started working on it yet.

school comes first to me, and I’ve been very busy recently. April is also an extremely busy month with finals coming up, so I fear my inactivity will continue for a bit longer.

I also just haven’t had the motivation to write for fun recently. I feel awful to keep everyone waiting, especially because traitor has grown my account so much and I’m so incredibly grateful for all the love I’ve received.

I promise you that I have not forgotten about it, it just can’t be prioritized at this moment. I do plan on going back to it and finishing it in the kinda-near future.

thank you all so much for your patience :)❤️

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Oxytocin

Pairing: Egon Spengler x F!Reader

Summary: While looking for a new research assistant Egon finds you, a parapsychologist whose always wanted to be a Ghostbuster. Little did you both know that there would be a lot more than research and ghostbusting that would bring the two of you together. 

Warnings: None! Just fluff. 

A/N: Bare with me y’all. I’m really trying to get back into writing so I can answer some requests that I have. Please be patient, I promise I haven’t forgotten. I just need to get back my gumption for creating things. Thank you for understanding and I love you all!

“Venkman. Venkman, you’re getting distracted again. Would you please come into the lab?” Egon calls from the threshold of his workspace. Peter turns, jogging over to the lab and finding a rather uncomfortable bench to take up residence on as the two men talked. The first closed the doors, making his way to the work table. 

“Geez, Spengs. You know, you really oughta get more comfortable furniture in here. No wonder you’re so cranky all the time.” 

“I’m not cranky.” Was all Egon could say in return as he picks up a stack of papers, handing them over to Peter. “Now, I want you to look at this research I’ve been conducting. In the New York area alone paranormal activity has nearly tripled in just the last few weeks. This is getting dangerous, Venkman. I’m not sure how but I know the slime is connected to all this. I just need more time and more hands to be able to finish my research.” Peter tilts his head to the side.

“So what do you need? A bottle of whiskey to keep you up at night?” 

“You know I don’t drink, Venkman.” Egon says, scolding mildly. “No, I need a research assistant to help me conduct my experiments.” 

“Doesn’t Ray help you out?” Peter asks, picking up a tool on the edge of the nearby table and twirling it between his fingers. Almost as soon as he does so Egon reaches out, taking the tool into his hand and setting it back down so that Venkman will actually pay attention.

“Ray is great and he knows his stuff but he’s not always here. I need someone reliable who will be at my beck and call until we can figure out exactly what’s going on with this slime.” He insists. 

“Alright. I get it. You need an assistant. Consider it done buddy.” Peter says, hopping off the bench and strolling towards the door. 

“Now, Peter. I want to hold the interviews myself. I just need the money to pay whoever I find to add on to the team.” 

“The money is yours pal.” He calls back as he finally makes his way out the door. Egon can’t help but roll his eyes at Peter’s seeming lack of caring for his current predicament. However, he pushes past those feelings, knowing that the man meant nothing by his apparent boredom. That’s just how Venkman always was. Nothing that could be done now. With the final approval from Peter, Egon set about writing out an advertisement for the papers to be posted ASAP. 

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Scientist Seeking Research Assistant! Matter Is Urgent, Will Pay For Help. Come To The Ghostbusters Headquarters For More Information. Interviews Being Held During Normal Business Hours. 

The ad was short, sweet, and to the point. Maybe that was what drew you to it. You didn’t need any hassle in your life right now. Just a paying gig that would fit into your schedule. Then again, there was that word. Ghostbusters. You may not have wanted to admit it, but that was really what drew you to this particular ad. That one word. Your entire life you had always loved learning about the paranormal. Of course your family hated your fascinations. They found them to be blasphemous and unholy. That never stopped you though. As soon as you had the opportunity to go to school, you finally found your place among other parapsychologists and you never wanted to go back. 

Just as you were finishing up your last year of school, you started seeing the ads on TV. A group of paranormal experts that called themselves the Ghostbusters became all you thought about. You tracked their every move, studied their work religiously. They were doing exactly what you’d always wanted to do. Catching ghosts. What a thrill that would be. Ever since, you’d made it your life’s mission to become a part of that team. Now, here was your in. You may not be a Ghostbuster but you were good at research and if you could use that knowledge to help then by god, you were going to. 

As you made your way out of your bed, you pulled on the most respectable looking ensemble you could find. Black pants, a nice blouse, and a black blazer. Simple but professional. Just what you were going for. You wanted to show them you were exactly the person they were looking for. Filled to the brim with excitement you left the house without even stopping to eat. That could wait. The Ghostbusters could not. As soon as you were able to hail a cab, you sped off down the busy New York streets for the old Firehouse. When you arrived you were completely starstruck. You’d seen it so many times but you’d never actually set foot inside and now was your chance. You gave the door a good tug, stepping into the building.

Inside the lights were dim, barely lighting your way as you looked for the front desk. It was just ahead of you, more illuminated than the walkway. There didn’t seem to be much natural lighting but frankly, you didn’t mind. Behind the desk sat a woman with a short auburn bob, flipping through a magazine. You stood as tall as you could and gave her a nod when she looked up at you. 

“Hello. My name is Y/N L/N and I’m here about the research assistant position.” Upon hearing your words the woman leans back in her chair and yells out a name towards the back of the Firehouse. 

“Egon will be here to interview you in a moment.” She says with a smile before going back to her magazine. With that you waited, taking in your surroundings. That is until a tall man with fluffy brunette hair stepped out from the back, walking in your direction. His eyes lit up when he saw you, like you were an old friend. 

“Hello, I’m Dr. Egon Spengler. Can I assume you’re here about the research assistant position?” He says with excitement. 

“Yes, I am!” You return his enthusiasm as he reaches out to shake your hand. You take it, feeling his soft palm against your own. 

“Excellent. Just excellent. I’ll be conducting the interview in my lab. Follow me please.” He opens up the small gate for you that leads into the back rooms of the Firehouse. You happily step through, feeling like you were finally a part of their world. He directs you right back to the lab, opening that door for you as well. What a gentleman he was. It made you grin to yourself as you finally stepped into his lab. There were several work tables that were neatly piled with tools and beakers filled with chemicals. Notepads with various notes on them laid strewn about. His handwriting was very neat and you could read each word perfectly. The combination of chaos and order surprised you but this was definitely an environment you could work in.

Dr. Spengler offered you a seat on the couch against the far wall, rolling over a chair for himself. You sat down quickly, eager to begin. 

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to jump right into things. You’re about the tenth person I’ve had in here this week and I’m very eager to move this process along.” You nod in agreement, ready for whatever questions he might have for you. “Good. Why don’t you tell me about your experience in the field? What are your qualifications?” 

“Well, I actually attended Columbia University for a number of years and received my degree in parapsychology. I’ve completed a great number of research assignments in my time there and I went on to conduct some of my own research funded by the University.” 

“Odd. My colleagues and I were actually in a very similar situation a few years back. Small world I suppose. What research were you conducting?” He leaned forward, hanging on your every word. 

“Well, I was performing some studies to determine the spike in paranormal activity in the New York area opposed to other states in the country. There has been almost triple activity in this area even just over the last several weeks and frankly, I’d like to know why.” 

“Another incredible coincidence. That’s exactly what I’m researching. I have some leads but nothing has been determined yet. That’s why I need help. I don’t have the hands or the time to do all this myself.” 

“I understand. I couldn’t determine anything either, especially since I was forcibly removed from the University last week.” 

“The more you speak, the more I feel like this is a perfect arrangement.” He adds with a self satisfied smile. “You’re much like my colleagues and I in many ways. I’m very intrigued to find out what your mind has to offer. How early can you start?”

“I can start right now!” You say, a little too exuberantly. 

“I greatly appreciate your initiative and enthusiasm. Two very underrated qualities in the world of science. You can’t just do it because you must. You have to have a passion for it. It seems like that’s something you possess.” His words have you absolutely beaming. Although you have to admit that he has certainly surprised you. Based on the ads you see on TV you’d think Dr. Spengler would be rigid and cold. However, here he is talking about passion and giving off all the warmth and friendliness you can handle. It’s a very welcome change from what you had thought initially. You can’t wait to see what other surprises are in store for you. “Well, since you’re currently available I’d like to catch you up to speed on my research. I can share notes with you. Do you have a notepad handy?” He asks. 

“Always.” You reply smugly, pulling a pad of paper from inside of your bag. This causes an impressed smile to spread on his face as he starts gathering up his notes to show you. As soon as he’s organized, he is off. His information comes at the speed of light but you wouldn’t dare ask him to slow down. You simply keep up to the best of your ability, writing down everything you can to study at home. 

After about an hour of being inches apart while comparing notes, Egon finally sets aside his last notepad. Taking a step back towards his chair you realize that you’re actually quite sad at the loss of warmth. He reclines back, extending an arm to the couch behind you both. You sit again, now recognizing that you’re quite exhausted from the rapid fire work the two of you had been doing for a while.

“Well, I’m quite happy with how today has gone. Needless to say, the job is yours. If you’ll come in every day of the week during our normal business hours, we can get you set up with the proper equipment to continue our research.” Hearing him call it ‘our’ research made your heart flutter. “You’ll have weekends off. I can pay you minimum wage, I hope that is sufficient for your needs.” 

“That works just fine for me.” You add. 

“Good. I’m sorry it couldn’t be more. Do you have any questions?” 

“Yes. Will I ever get an opportunity to meet your colleagues or will it always be you and I working together?” 

“Oh yes, you’ll certainly meet the others. When Ray isn’t busy on jobs he usually spends time here, working in the lab. You’ll most definitely cross paths with him. As for Venkman and Winston, I’ll introduce you. Since you are a part of the team now.” Hearing him say that nearly knocked you out of your seat. You’re part of the team now. 

“Wonderful. Well, I don’t think I had any other questions.” 

“Excellent. If you do think of something don’t hesitate to give me a call. I’ll give you my number so that you can do so should you feel the need.” He stands and writes down his phone number on a slip of paper, handing it to you as you stand too. “Well, I won’t wear you out on your first day. You’re free to go but I will see you tomorrow.” 

“Yes! Definitely. See you tomorrow.” With that he leads you back to where you entered from, seeing you off as you run outside to hail a cab. On the ride back to your apartment it’s all you can do not to scream out of sheer excitement. You were finally doing it. Making your dreams come true. You were almost sure that’s all it was, a dream. However, you knew that this was your reality now. Working with the Ghostbusters, doing exactly what you’d been training your whole life for. God, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

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You slept poorly, tossing and turning with excitement all night. When your alarm finally went off you jumped out of bed without a moment of hesitation. You had already picked out your outfit the night before, slipping it on as you headed for the door. Once again you did not eat breakfast, too ecstatic to ingest anything. Once you hailed a cab you were off, headed for your new workplace yet again.  

When you headed into the Firehouse you were immediately greeted by Egon, who was standing right inside the door. As soon as he saw you he checked his watch. “You’re early. That’s excellent. With all the work we must get done, it’s important that you’re here as soon as you can be every day.” You nodded as you walked towards the lab.

“You know what they say! Early is on time, on time is late.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He adds, straightening his lab coat. “Now, I do want to prepare you. My colleagues are all waiting for us in the lab. I wanted to introduce you to all of them and catch them up to speed on our current research. They won’t be around long so don’t worry.” 

Little did Egon know you were far from worried. After years of following their work you were on the verge of meeting all of the Ghostbusters. You couldn’t wait. Yet you knew you had to stay calm. 

When you finally stepped into the lab you saw that they were all crowded around a beaker of slime which sat on a workbench, watching it curiously. None of them dared touch it until Egon had arrived. Once you both came into view all three of them perked up, exchanging happy little smiles at the sight of you. You took up residence on the other side of the workbench, trying to contain yourself. Egon stood beside you and you looked at him expectantly. 

“Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to Y/N L/N. My research assistant. I believe she’ll make a strong addition to the team.” You beamed proudly at the introduction. “Y/N, this is Winston Zeddemore, Peter Venkman, and Ray Stantz. My colleagues.” 

You extended your hand to the first one in line, Winston. He took it happily. You went down the line like that as they all shook your hand. 

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Miss L/N.” Ray was first to speak.

“Please, feel free to call me Y/N.” You add. 

“Well, Y/N,” Peter was next. “It is nice to meet you. Although I’m highly doubtful that you’re any kind of scientist.” 

“Peter, I’ve heavily vetted her myself. She is--” Before Egon could finish defending you, the man continued his statement. 

“I only mean that I just don’t think pretty scientists exist. I mean, take a look at this ugly mug.” He says with a laugh, pinching Egon’s cheeks in his hand. “You are far too beautiful to be a scientist.” 

You look up at the man beside you who shares an annoyed glance down at you. You would never admit it but you highly disagreed with Peter. Egon was one of the most handsome men you’d ever laid eyes on. You’d have to be blind not to notice his beautiful features. Of course the thought made you blush so you pushed it away, reengaging with Venkman. “Well, thank you but I can assure you I’m highly qualified for this work. Trust me, I can get the job done.” 

“Well, I’m looking forward to seeing just how efficient you are.” He said, giving you a little grin. You knew that he had meant something naughty by the way he’d said it so you simply chose to ignore him. 

“I for one am glad to have you on the team.” Winston added. “It’ll be nice not to be the new kid around here for once.” 

“Me too!” Ray said. “I’m excited to have you around the lab. We’ll be working together every now and again. Can’t wait to get to know you.” His response was heartfelt and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Now that introductions are out of the way,” Egon began. “We’d like to show you what we’re working on.” He prompted Ray, who had helped to begin this research. The man moved the container of slime into the middle of the nearby work table. Everyone crowded around, including you. You were very intrigued to see what research had been conducted thus far. Egon had told you all about the slime the day before but you hadn’t gotten a chance to see it. Now you were going to get a good look at what it was really capable of. 

“Watch this. Go ahead Ray.” Egon began. 

“You! You worthless piece of slime.” Ray yells. As he does so, the slime begins to bubble. Only slightly but enough for you all to notice. “You ignorant disgusting blob!” He continues. 

“You’re nothing but an unstable short-chain molecule!” Egon adds. 

“You foul obnoxious muck.” 

“You have a weak electrochemical bond.” As the two take turns yelling at the slime it bubbles further, getting closer and closer to the top of the container. 

“I have seen some disgusting crud in my time, but you take the cake! You--” As Ray begins to get out of hand, the other three rein him back in. The sight of the young scientist getting so invested in the bubbling slime makes you giggle a bit, unable to stop yourself. 

“This is what you do with your spare time?” Peter asks. 

“Peter, this is an incredible breakthrough. I mean, what a discovery! A psycho-reactive substance. Whatever this stuff is, it responds to human emotional states.” You eye the slime, utterly fascinated.

“Mood slime.” Peter chimes in, simplifying the whole discovery down to a much more manageable but seemingly accurate term. “Oh baby.” He adds in a seductive tone as he leans down towards the container, backing away quickly when the slime bubbles again. 

“You mean this stuff actually feeds on bad vibes?” Winston asks. 

“Like a cop in a donut factory.” Ray affirms.

“We’ve been running tests to see if we can get an equally strong positive reaction.” Egon says, nodding his head at the group.

“What kind of test?” Peter asks after a brief pause. 

“Well, we sing to it, and we talk to it, and say supportive, nurturing things to it.” Ray adds with a tinge of embarrassment. 

“You’re not sleeping with it, are you, Ray?” Venkman can’t help but joke. However, as soon as he says it there is a palpable tension between Egon and Ray. The two exchange a glance and you can’t help but notice the blush that comes to Egon’s face. Winston and Peter join you in looking at Egon. That’s when you all come to the same realization at the same moment.  “Oh you.” 

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Winston says incredulously. 

“You hound!” Venkman adds, holding in a laugh. Egon quickly clears his throat and begins to get up from his seat. 

“How about the kinetic tests?” Everyone walks across the room behind him but your mind wanders to that little comment. What could that have possibly meant? After only a day of knowing Egon, you found your mind wandering to the thought of what he got up to you in those hours of the day when he was by himself. Ashamed by your dirty mind, you brush the thoughts away and join the others. 

The next set of tests are particularly impressive and give you great insight into the slime. They took a small drizzle of slime and poured it into the open end of a toaster, setting it up on the table for all to see. After blasting some Jackie Wilson the toaster begins to pop and dance, making you all laugh. Once the two are done showing off their experiments the others vacate, leaving you and Egon alone. 

“I’d like to continue my experimentation on the slime. I’d like you to help me take notes and observe for now.” He instructs. 

“Yes, of course.” You pull out your personal notepad, getting your pencil ready. He dives right in, playing other kinds of music to see what might affect the slime and in what ways. You obediently take notes of its behavior, curious to see what will get it going. 

After another hour of work, Egon excuses himself briefly which leaves you in the lab completely by yourself. You cradle the notepad to your chest, watching the slime for a brief moment. Looking around to make sure you are truly alone, you take a step closer. A thought pops into your head. Rather than waiting for Egon, you decide to test your little theory for yourself. Clearing your throat, you start to sing the song that had played over the speaker earlier. “I said your love keeps lifting me higher. Higher and higher, higher.” You croon. As you do so the toaster bubbles and pops twice as much as it did before. 

“Magnificent!” Egon exclaims. You jump back, ending the song once you know he’s there. “I didn’t expect such a reaction but I suppose it makes sense that the slime would react more strongly to a beautiful voice. I’m afraid Ray and I aren’t really singers.” He immediately begins writing things down and you look over his shoulder, seeing if you had taken the same notes. “Sing to it again. I’d love to observe.” 

Now that you have to perform on the spot you’re suddenly quite nervous. You didn’t sing anywhere but the shower so this was very nerve wracking. Especially since you had already taken such a strong liking to the man who was now beside you. You wanted to impress him. Once again you clear your throat and start singing. The reaction is immediate, the toaster jumping to life at the sound of your voice. As you sang you couldn’t help but recall that Egon said you had a beautiful voice. For some reason the compliment made you blush.

After a moment you stopped however Egon kept writing, simply murmuring to himself. “Excellent. Absolutely outstanding.” He says before turning to look at you. “You’re already making terrific contributions to the research. Thank you.” You nod your head shyly. 

“I’m just glad I can help.” You say with an earnest smile. 

“Well, I think we’ve discovered a great deal. I look forward to seeing what tomorrow has in store. You’re free to head home for the day.” He says, turning away from you to continue writing things down. 

“Oh. Okay. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You can’t help how disappointed you feel that the day is over already. You could have stayed there in that lab with Egon for hours. However, you didn’t want to overstay your welcome so you grabbed your things and headed out the door. Once you were on the sidewalk you couldn’t help but let out a little squeal of happiness. This was everything you had hoped it would be. And more. After meeting Egon it was much better than you had even dreamed it. It was all you could do not to jump for joy but you contained yourself, hailing a cab. As great as today was, you couldn’t wait for more of this fascinating experimentation. Of course that’s not all you wanted more of but you’d never say it out loud. Heading home, you decided to get an early jump on sleeping so that the next day would come sooner. That night you dreamt of ghosts and research and science and Egon. 

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[mushroommanstan]

Moreeeeee yandere shiggy pleassee where he has a HUGE crush on the new recruit the moment she walk in.

So when he become very obsessed with you that everyone can obviously tell but you simply ingore him taking your panties or even smell your hair and then shiggy find out why because you're getting off on his behavior.

(Can you make them both being virgins and reader is naive when it's comes to sex like dabi randomly ask her if she has sex and she's give a deadpan face and say no... Also a chubby female reader please :3 ) make it kinda like dub-con maybe but I'll let you get creative with the smut 😏

Love your content btw!!❤💕💖💕

“Shiggyyyyyy!” Toga cheered, bursting through the front doors of the bar and bouncing towards him.

“What?!” He snapped, flinching when she excitedly wandered a little too close for his liking. He was used to Toga’s enthusiastic entrances by now, but that didn’t make them any less annoying.

“Remember that girl I was talking you to about? Y/n? Well she’s here! She wants to join the league so I told her you’d interview her!”

Shigaraki winced. He had completely forgotten about you. Whatever. “Tch. Fine, bring her in. Let’s get this over with.”

Seeing her boss’s sour mood, Toga’s cheerful beam dropped to a much more serious, much more sinister expression.

“Don’t kill her.”

Shigaraki scowled. Who the hell was she to be giving him orders?

“No promises. Just get her already I don’t have all day. I’m busy.” Busy playing LOL.

Toga smiled once more, bounding towards the entrance and slipping outside.

Really, this was just a formality. Shigaraki didn’t need any more members at the moment. Plus, any friend of Toga is bound to be just as problematic and pushy. Ugh, just the thought of another one of her made his neck prickle.

It took an utterly obnoxious amount of time for you to do god knows what before you were ready, finally stepping through, or rather, being shoved through the swinging doors of the bar. You turned around to face him and-

…….

He could swear his heart stopped. His phone clattered carelessly to the floor as his jaw literally dropped. His eyes widened considerably, a pink tint blossoming onto his face as he unknowingly held his breath.

Oh my god.

You were beautiful

Slowly his eyes made their way down your body, scanning you as you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

He had never seen anyone so attractive in his life. No, he had never seen anyone attractive in his life, ever. For a while, he thought the concept of attractiveness was a myth, a superficial lie used for societal dominance or something. But you were proof he had been dead wrong.

You… you looked like something he wanted to touch. But like, in a good way. Like, he didn’t want to hurt you or anything, no, he wanted to touch you just because. Is that even a thing? Can you just touch people?

You looked so soft and warm… inviting in a way that made him feel like he would be safe if he could just be in your arms. Weird.

His mind was racing a mile a minute but unfortunately that did nothing for the tense silence you were met with. From what you could see of him, he was staring at you intensely. Really intensely. It was honestly pretty scary. It had your thighs rubbing together…. In anxiety….

Dear god you haven’t even said anything and he’s already going to kill you isn’t he? This was a mistake. You shouldn’t have come here, shouldn’t have-

“You’re in”

Those two little words felt like a punch to the gut. What?! Just… what?!

You were sure you misheard him. You hadn’t even said who you were! You haven’t said anything! What in the world was he thinking?!

Meanwhile Shigaraki was just as surprised as you were at what he said. He didn’t even think, the words just slipped out. But even so, they felt right. The fact was that you made him feel something he’s never felt before, something he wants to explore. He wanted to find out everything he can about what you were doing to him. He was absolutely sure it would be worth any consequences given from the lack of screening in the future.

For now, he needs you close by, and if that means you joining the league then so be it.

Toga squealed, running up from behind and hugging you in joy of your acceptance. While being dragged off to her room to unpack, you kept your eye contact with Shigaraki, still in shock of what just happened. He hesitated, before he did something even more baffling.

“Wait” Shigaraki ordered, gesturing by raising his hand before sliding off the stool. Toga stopped abruptly, turning around obediently despite her previous free-spirited display.

“She’ll sleep in my room tonight….. safety precaution.”

Toga squinted her eyes at him skeptically. “Never did that with any of us”

“SH-SHUT UP!” Shigaraki yelled, face forming a dangerous snarl as he snapped. You flinched at his sudden outburst, but Toga remained unfazed. She was used to her boss’s bullshit by now.

Still, it was the desperate attempt by Shigaraki to guard his intentions that ironically had Toga’s eyes widening and a cheeky grin forming on her face. She gave him a knowing look, one you missed as you tried to calm yourself down. He sighed, flustered to hell and back behind Father, before muttering “go.” and raising his hand to point in the direction of her room.

She giggled, turning without a word and skipping back to her room without a care in the world, leaving you alone with him. Eventually he took you to his room to unpack, but for a while the both of you just stood in the bar silently, just looking at each other and waiting for them to say something.

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Despite the awkward meeting, things went on in the league as much as you had expected. Sarcasm, booze, occasional fights, assassination missions, that sort of stuff.

To your surprise, even though you were sharing a room with him Shigaraki gave you a lot of space. He even let you sleep in his bed while he took the floor since there wasn’t really any other place for you to sleep. You felt bad about making sleep on the hard floor, but every time you tried to compromise or propose switching places every other day he insisted he liked the floor better, saying it was good for his back or something.

Even so, you felt guilty hearing him toss and turn on the hardwood floor while you were snuggled up under his blankets. But you knew you were in no position to tell him what to do, so you just accepted his generosity as best you could.

After that, things went on about as normally as they could, until one fateful night…

~~~~~~~~~~~~cheap transition~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hahaha, no way you’re a virgin”

Shigaraki choked on his drink. He quickly grabbed a napkin before you could see the mess he made.

He had felt bad about ease dropping at first but he had to admit it was reaping some nice information. He’ll have to further investigate your concessions within the privacy of his quarters. (He’s gonna jack off later)

Dabi leaned back in his chair, watching with amusement as your face flushed while you stumbled over your words. You tired to correct and change your phrasing but no matter what you said it always lead to the same conclusion. You’re a virgin.

Holy shit he’s hard. Shigaraki writhed a little in his seat, trying desperately to quell the ache in his pants even just a little bit without being noticed. He’d been trying to do so for a while now, trying different perverted things in the middle of the night when you’re sure he’s fast asleep. But no matter what he tried nothing seemed to quench his thirst for you. If anything, it magnified it.

And to make matters worse Toga and Dabi had seemed to catch on to his little crush and are now set on torturing him. Toga’s intentions were clear, her little sister-like tendencies just loving to make him groan in annoyance as she teased him. But Dabi, Dabi had some more… personal intentions. While not clear at first, Shigaraki has come to realize his feelings were shared and rivaled. For a while, Dabi had been intentionally flustering him so he’d leave the two of you alone. Even now Dabi is giving him a cocky smirk as you babbled on about your inexperience.

And as much as he hates to admit it, it was working.

He sighed. Whatever, he didn’t have to put up with this. He slid off his barstool quietly, sulking over to the stairs before disappearing from view, letting Dabi once again bask in victory. Unlike Dabi, however, he actually had the luxury of sharing a room with you, and that’s not something that can be so easily taken away. So he can enjoy listening to you babble, Shigarakis all set with your dirty laundry.

The door creaked open, an unsettling sound that matching the unsettling things he was about to do. Sure he was a villain, but he never felt as naughty as he did when he went through your things. His mouth stretched to a sinister grin, drool peaking out from the corners of it as his finger tapped his jaw in contemplation. What to do, what to do.

He felt like a kid in a candy store. So many of your personal belongings that he gets to explore. And the fact you don’t know about the things he does to them is even better. He’ll hump and sniff and lick everything you’ve touched and you’ll never know. You’ll wear the panties he’d almost choked himself with on several occasions without a clue and he’ll be the only one who knows. It’s his dirty little secret. One he can’t wait to expand every night.

He practically tears his pants off in excitement. His earlier statement was a lie, he didn’t have to think about what he was gonna do first. He always started with his favorite. Your pillow.

He loved smelling you on his pillow, both your scents mixing in perfect harmony with each other and filling his senses with false companionship. He loves kissing and spitting on it, knowing you’ll be laying your perfect head on it that night and unknowingly mixing his essence with yours. He loves humping it, further defiling it until he stains his underwear with his cum. God he’d love to let it go onto the pillow itself but he knew if he did that his fun little game would be put to an end.

It wasn’t long before soft cushion was pinned between his legs and rocked against aggressively, used trying to satisfy his demanding libido. His cock chafed against his underwear deliciously making him mewl out in pleasure. Just the thought of you sleeping on his defiled, used pillow was getting him through his perverted actions. Your panties didn’t hurt either, which were currently balled up in his mouth as far in as they could go.

Fuck he…he loves you! He loves you and he wants to fuck your brains out. He wants to shove his cock inside your pussy and fill it with his seed, be a part of you forever. He wants to hear you call out his name

“Oh my god Shigaraki!”

Yeah like that and-

. . .

Oh shit.

Shigaraki jerked in surprise, accidentally decaying his pillow and lodging the panties in his mouth down his throat. He begins to gasp and wheeze, both hands raising to clutch at his throat while you instinctively come over to help him.

He panic, face going red slightly as he tried to dislodge your panties before he suffocated. You didn’t know the hemlich maneuver or anything so you were just pacing, rubbing his back and repreatedly asking if he was alright, even though it was obvious he wasn’t.

Then, involuntarily, all goes still when he swallowed it down with a loud gulp. You were relieved he was ok, still in shock and not yet processing what he was doing. He on the other hand, was the opposite of ok. This may have been the most embarrassing way hes hurt himself.

His mind raced with the consequences of what he’d just done, the dawning realization that he’s going to have to explain to the doctor why his intestines are blocked by your underwear distracting him from the fact that you had just walked in on him. It was only until the shock had faded and the two of you were in a tense silence that the recent events had processed.

Both of your faces flushed with embarrassment in unison. He scratched harshly at his sore neck, quickly rushing over to lock the door as you verbally pieces together what he was doing and with what.

You were the one to speak up first.

“Shigaraki… were you… humping my pillow?” You asked, words shaky as you tried to stay calm.

Yet another silence befell you two, until Shigaraki decided to lay down this little number.

“….it’s my pillow, actually.”

You fumed, rushing over and slapping him across the face without thinking. The snap of skin hitting skin cut through the air and caused you to flinch a little. Anger and disgust taking over as you attacked him without thinking. You tackled him to the ground, laying a few good punches on his face and making blood trickle down from his nose.

Coming back to his senses his hands raised and caught your wrists, causing you to squirm in desperation. He went red in the face once more, the pink tint cascading over his ears and shoulders.

You fought his grasp, his groans not quite making your ears as you stared down at his face in pure rage. Unknown to you, your hips were resting on top of his, and every movement you made to try and get away from him caused you to grind aggressively against his bulge. You bounced and scraped against it, a feeling so intense that Shigaraki found himself paralyzed in pleasure below you. No matter how loud he got it didn’t click for you what was happening to him until you felt your ass hit something wet.

Blood maybe? No, blood was red. And this was… white?

OH GOD!

You cried out in mortification, finally able to rip your hands free from your grasp and falling backwards. Shigaraki panted, a content smile on his face and eyes drooped as he enjoyed the oh so familiar bliss for just a moment.

You did the opposite, so traumatized by the whole ordeal that you found yourself frozen in terror. You can not believe this just happened. Your boss just… oh my god!

But the worst part, the absolute worst part of it all is that you could feel yourself bleed through your pants with slick. This was the absolute worst part. The fact you were actually getting off on his rotten behavior. The fact that this wasn’t the first time he’d made you feel this way and you still let him continue.

You shamefully leaned in whenever he sniffed your hair, and you never complained when your panties came back all crusted and dirty. Hell, you’ve humped his pillow too. Damn it if you didn’t lust for him back. But your pride wouldn’t allow it. You wouldn’t allow it. You can’t have feelings for him.

But you did, and you hated it. You always figure you’d be able to shove these feelings down where they couldn’t hurt anyone but here they are, back again and with interest. Why did seeing him like a pathetic mess get you so damned excited? What was wrong with you? Why won’t you hate him?!

Speak of the devil, his satisfied trance appeared to have been lifted, his eyes once again calculating and cold. He walked over to you, losing his lover-boy charm and returning to the serious dick-hole you called your boss.

He towered over you, scratching his neck furiously causing skin flakes to rain down upon you. He knew what he had to do, but he didn’t want to. God he hopes there was some way to reason with you, for once, he’s gonna try to use his words.

You don’t care how you feel. He violated your stuff, and he just ruined your pants. He’s gonna pay. He’s gonna pay and he’s gonna like it.

….

Fuck it. You’re a villain. You’re all mentally deranged might as well accept it. You don’t care anymore.

“You will not tell anyone about this.” He ordered, trying to look as intimidating as he could with spoiled pants and tomato red cheeks.

You scoffed, rising from the ground slowly and climbing up his legs with your hands. He sneered, ready for whatever you’re about to do. Or atleast he thought.

“Of course not.” You replied, a glint in your eyes never before seen, one that made his guard crumble and letting desperation leak out.

You raised your hand to his already embarrassingly hard cock, stroking over it as he shivered. He was completely taken aback. Where the fuck did this come from? He’s not complaining but… he feels like he missed something huge.

You’re not though. You mouth along his damp sweats, tasting the cum from the other side of the fabric. You let the outline of your tongue dance along the curve of his erection, before looking him in the eye and pulling his pants all the way down.

“How could I with a mouth full of your cock?”

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HAHA!!! I DID IT! IT TOOK TWO WEEKS BUT I DID IT! FINALLY!

Sorry again it took so long I hope it was worth the wait, thank you for being so nice @prettylittlebunnys I really appreciate it

[arealphrooblem]

Kidnapped by the Boss Part 4

Sorry for the wait but surgery went well and I'm back!

Part one here

Synopsis: Civilian is a secretary to the Prime Minster. But when the political summit between the city states goes awry, she finds herself kidnapped by the very boss she tried to protect and nothing is what it seems.

I’ll take it under consideration he said. That was not a guarantee or even a promise. It was nothing. A deep paranoia settled in her bones. It chased her throughout the day and haunted her at night. No matter how still and quiet the room was, she felt watched. It made using the bathroom or taking a shower the most terrifying and nerve wracking experience of her life. She chased shadows in the room like a lunatic before she deemed it safe enough, but even then she never felt entirely alone.

And she was, on the surface. Servants delivered food, books, even a basket of yarn and crochet needles (strange that the Prime Min — the King remembered that silly detail of her life) and then disappeared. Neither the driver or the King made an appearance. It was if she was a toy stowed away in an attic and forgotten all about. It was infuriating, as was her restricted access to news, television, newspapers, anything to do with the world outside this room.  

But the paranoia was worse. She didn’t sleep. She barely ate. She couldn’t read or crochet without having to get up and pace, like a lion in a zoo cage, strategizing for escape plans she didn’t dare enact for fear of her invisible guard.

By the time the driver did show up,  in lieu of the servants who normally served her breakfast, Civilian’s sanity was in tatters. She must have looked insane because he set down the tray immediately and took hurried steps towards her. Panic jerked her backwards, stumbling over the coffee table leg until her back hit the wall. He followed after her, brow furrowed in a mockery of concern.

“Don’t touch me,” she snarled as he lifted his hand up.

He ignored her, pressing the back of his palm to her forehead. She slapped it away, glaring fiercely.

“What has gotten into you?” he demanded.

“As if you don’t know! As if you haven’t been skulking around here just so I can go insane from feeling watched all the time!”

“Skulking?” he barked out a laugh. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Just following you around invisible all day? Like I have nothing better to do?”

Anger ignited, burning up her panic like kerosene. She shoved him with all the force she could muster, sending him stumbling back.

“And how would I know that you’re not? How am I ever supposed to know I’m actually alone when I shower or sleep? You could attack me at any moment and I would never see it! I’ve lived with that fear for days and it's not funny!”

She was yelling by the end of it, her voice ringing in the empty room. The driver looked bewildered in the face of it and she was too angry to be satisfied with it. Her throat tightened with tears of fury and she desperately bit the back. She refused to cry in front of him.

For a long moment the driver studied her, his face carefully neutral and impassive, as she struggled to get her breathing back in check. Then he rose his hands up, palms out, in surrender.

“I have not been here since you last saw me,” he said slowly. “You have been alone this entire time.”

“You expect me to take you at your word that that’s true?” she asked. Even still, the tension in her shoulders relaxed.

“No. It would be stupid to trust me. But my king — for whatever reason — is very fond of you. He entrusts your protection to me and he  didn’t do it so I could psychologically torment you. If you can’t trust my word, then trust his.”

She snorted. “He’s so fond of me that he locks me away in this room like a doll and never speaks to me.”

“We’ve been a little busy,” the driver snapped. “Plans that have been in place for years are finally moving forward. You were not supposed to be here.”

A pit started forming in her stomach. “What plans?”

“An excellent question. One you can ask the king. Today.”

She stared at him. “Today? Today? When?”

“Now. That’s why I’m here — to escort you.” He said this last part with a twist of bitterness, as if such a task lay beneath his skill set. Which it probably did.

“I can’t go now.” New panic flared up. “I’m not ready!”

He laughed again. “Why not — are you busy? Come on.”

She looked down at her rumpled shirt and leggings.  The servants had brought her soft, stretchy clothes that didn’t need exact sizing. “But I look —“

“—Like shit?” he finished. “Yeah. That’s what you get when you don’t sleep or eat. He has breakfast waiting and you can take a nap after.”

“If he’s the king, don’t I need to look presentable?”

“If you were anybody else. With you he doesn’t care. What he does care about is punctuality. So let’s go.”

With a firm hand on the small of her back, the driver guided her out firmly from the bedroom. Civilian smoothed her shirt out as best she could and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. While she had seen the King in robe and pajamas many times, he had never seen her in anything less than perfect professionalism.

The halls of the palace were old and ornate, with lush carpet and intricate crown molding and silk wallpaper. It shared few similarities with the sleek modern buildings of her parliament. Save for her clothes, Civilian felt like she’d stepped inside a fairy tale.

The driver led her through a confusing route of sharp turns and side doors and little staircases, keeping the layout of the castle a complete maze despite her trying desperately to remember her bearings. Finally they passed through a door that led her out into a walled garden.

Flowers in red, gold, and purple bloomed everywhere in immaculately manicured beds. Underneath a huge tree, a table was set up with three chairs and a generous breakfast spread. The King sat, spreading jam on a scone. To her relief he was dressed in soft pants and a sleep shirt. His hair looked slightly rumpled on one side and her heart squeezed at the painful familiarity of it all.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully, as if she had just stepped into his hotel room to badger him into getting dressed. Like she had done so many times.

Her feet dug into the ground, out of instinct, afraid of this mockery of their past relationship. The driver spread his hand over the middle of her back, thumb digging in the muscle as a warning. She walked to an empty chair and sat down, inwardly fuming.

The King’s happy grin faded as he took a closer look at her. Lines furrowed on his forehead and his eyes flickered over to the driver, his gaze suddenly cold and terrifying.

“It’s been handled,” the driver murmured, looking impressively stoic underneath that gaze.

When the King turned back towards her, his expression smoothed out into the warmth she was accustomed to. It hurt to know that it wasn’t real, that he thought he could fool her by wearing the same mask he did as prime minister. She channeled the driver’s apathy in her own gaze.  

“Are you hungry? I have all your favorites,” the King said, gesturing to the table.

Her stomach growled, her hunger suddenly ravenous. But she clenched her fists in her lap and resisted.

“What do you want?” she asked instead.

“For you to eat. There’s peach marmalade, soft boiled eggs, avocado, sourdough. Scones.”

He took a bite out of his rather pointedly. She crossed her arms and glared just as pointedly. Hiding under her panic and fear and exhaustion was the steel backbone that made her hustle the Prime Minister to his meetings and events when he got distracted by every phone and television in his vicinity.

 “I’m not going to be fooled with this fake version of yourself just because it's familiar. I’m not playing games, sir.”

He said nothing, turning his attention to spreading avocado on a slice of sourdough toast. Then he put it on a plate and held it up to her across the table. The gentle kindness from his eyes slid away, replaced with a stubborn, firm gaze.

“I’m not playing games either, Civilian. You’re not well and you’re going to fall ill so you are going to eat this before we discuss your future. Is that clear?”

Never had Civilian seen him so assertive. The Prime Minister phrased commands as requests and backed them up with a smile and doe eyes that few found easy to deny. Now those dark eyes looked at her with the command of a predator.

She dared a glance to the driver, who flickered his eyes to the plate as if to say, I’d eat if I were you.

Civilian snatched the plate from the King and took one muleish bite. It was delicious. Of course it was. As basic as it made her sound, she loved simple salted avocado on toast. She didn’t want to eat because she thought it would be horrible. But the list of things she had control over grew shorter and shorter each day.

Like the clouds breaking on a dark day, the warmth came back to the King’s eyes. “Good girl. You’ll need your strength so keep eating. Meanwhile, I feel like I should start this with an apology.”

Civilian almost choked on her toast.

“I had no intention of leaving you in that room for four days. I can see the toll it has taken on you.” Once again, his gaze flickered to the driver, as if laying the blame at his feet. “You were a  . . .surprise in our plans. And once we had put them into motion we couldn’t stop until certain things were done. I put you someplace safe and out of the way. I should have checked up on you sooner.”

“I’m fine,” she bit out. “I don’t need you to check up on me. I need you to take me home.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “As usual, your definition and my definition of fine vastly differs. But getting you home . . . that can certainly be arranged. However, I need you to make an informed decision and you have missed some crucial developments during your detainment.”

Her heart rose and crashed. Hope hung on a terrifyingly delicate thread. 

"What crucial developments," she asked, a pit forming in her stomach. 

The King leaned back in his chair, his gaze narrowed and business-like. 

"First, we must establish that, due to your stubborn recklessness, your absence is tied to mine. In the eyes of your country, our ambitions, decisions, and loyalties are tied together."

Your country. As if he hadn't helped to run it for the last five years. As if he had no connection or loyalty to a place he had defended and cared for. It chilled her. 

"What does that matter?" she asked. "We were always viewed like that. I worked for you."

Worked. Past tense. She realizes that technically she's out of a job now. Does this situation even qualify for unemployment?

"Yes, that's true. And that relationship will be to your detriment when I invade your country."

The words didn't make sense at first, almost as if her brain refused to process it. And then when the meaning became undeniable, it felt like he had sucked the air from the courtyard. The King continued on, either oblivious to her shock or ignoring it.

"I imagine they will pull you in for questioning when you first return and then arrest you when I invade. You can protest your innocence as much as you like, but I doubt they'd believe you. You ran straight to me during the attack at the summit, after all. They will think you a treasonous spy and they will imprison you indefinitely if you're lucky and execute you if you're not. After all, your absence thus far looks terribly guilty."

The sounds of the garden faded as a dull roar thundered in her ears. All the pieces started convalescing together and it made her feel faint. 

"You did this on purpose," she said, head swimming. "You kept me here long enough to make me look like a traitor so I can't go back."

"Of course you can go back, Civilian. I'm not going to force you to stay here."

"Would you let me leave and tell everyone your plans?"

He smirked. "And what are my plans? What details could you give away? You know nothing and you have no proof."

The truth of that hit her like a kick to the chest. He made sure to imprison her in every way that counts. Suddenly her throat felt tight and breath came in light and restricted. The King cocked his head to the side, brow furrowed. His gaze flickered to the driver. 

"Civilian looks ill. Perhaps you should take her back to her quarters."

He sounded muffled and far away. The driver guided her out of the chair and she let him, feeling dazed and dizzy. The walk back to her quarters passed in a hazy blur. She was grateful for the firm and guiding hand on her back through the maze of corridors. Just as she was grateful for the shut of the door behind her when she finally made it. 

Civilian collapsed to her knees on the lush carpet and sobbed, uncaring of any invisible watchers. 

Part five here

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[silverofthunder]

☆ confessions ☆

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

summary: As soon as you closed your eyes, finally letting sleep take over you, you heard the words that you, deep down, had been dying to hear.

content: 2.6k words, mystery (kind of), drama, fantasy, romance, friendship, mild hurt/comfort, injury mention

♡♡ part 1 ♡♡ part 2 ♡♡ part 3 ♡♡ part 4 ♡♡ part 5 ♡♡ part 6 ♡♡ part 7 ♡♡ part 8 ♡♡ part 9 ♡♡ part 10 ♡♡

Sorry, this is published so late but life got busy. I haven't forgotten this story, I promise! This part has been written about a month ago, this has just been in my fic file and waited for the moment to be published. So, here this is, hope you enjoy (and hope there are still some who even read this story). :)

You were lying against Copia, naked as the day you were born, on the luxurious bed, slowly drawing patterns on his chest. Your skin was still sweaty as you basked in the afterglow, in the silence that had a shadowy edge now. There was so many questions, words to say but now idea how to ask or say them. All you could do now was to try to enjoy this moment – Copia was there, beside you, gaze directed at the ceiling.

He was worried, though he tried to hide it. But you could know it from the way he was holding you tighter, how he hadn’t refused to feed off from you when your bodies had been locked into the throes of passion just some moments ago. He had taken as much as you were able to give – hence you felt now a bit lightheaded but it was nothing a little food and drink couldn’t fix.

Everything had felt different as the upcoming fight was looming upon you. You had taken your time to feel each other’s bodies, wanting to memorize every single little details on your skins. You didn’t want to forget any of this – not that you ever would if something bad were to happen. It had been close, that those certain words had passed from your lips. But you had sealed Copia’s lips just in time, swallowed those words down before they were released into the delicate air.

You both knew how you felt. Those words needed another moment to see the light. You didn’t want it to happen like this, when there was some uncertainty around you. You didn’t want this to be ’let’s say it before it’s too late’ moment because it wasn’t going to be one.

Copia’s lips connected with your forehead and you hummed quietly.

”So sorry you have to go through this,” he mumbled, and you shifted so that you could tilt your head to look at him. He looked sad, the sight making your heart sink in your chest. You moved to place a light kiss right on the corner of his mouth.

”It’s alright,” you whispered against his skin. ”We never know when the past comes to haunt us.”

”Still I should have told you about it more,” Copia said, and you shook your head, this time claiming his lips in a kiss.

”Hush now,” you said, offering a small smile to him and moving your hand to gently tap his lips. The look in Copia’s eyes softened as he cupped your face, sliding his thumb across your cheek. You leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering as you breathed slowly in and out.

”You know that I will be stuck with you forever?” It was meant to lighten the mood a little and by the way Copia’s lips turned into a grin told you it had worked.

”Still forever?” He smirked, obviously teasing you and you smacked his chest with your hand.

”I haven’t changed my mind,” you stated. ”To be honest, I want to turn soon.”

Copia’s face fell serious, the hint of worry reaching his eyes as he studied your face. You poked him in the nose.

”Don’t mope. I know you’re waiting for that moment, too.”

A smile passed Copia’s lips, white fangs flashing as his hand slid to the side of your neck where the bite marks were.

”Then you’ll be all mine,” he spoke, the sound of his voice sweet like a purr, making you shiver.

You smirked. ”I’ve always been yours.”

Copia let out a sound that was a mix of a hum and a growl and then pulled you into a kiss. Then he flipped you around fast, pinning you against the mattress, his lips moving to your neck. He inhaled deep before you felt something wet on your skin – his tongue running over the bite marks and you gasped. You could sense Copia wanted to sink his fangs again into you, drink your blood, but he knew he couldn’t do it, yet.

”I love your scent,” Copia purred close to your ear, pressing a light kiss righ under the earlobe and your hands squeezed his sides hard as you chuckled.

”Seems like it’s like a drug to you.”

”Better than any drug,” Copia said, his voice having now a darker edge. ”I could never get enough of this.” Another swipe of tongue and a gentle nip right after made you groan.

Then a thought came into your head.

”Will it change after I’ve turned? My scent?”

”Sí, a little,” Copia spoke against your sensitive skin. ”But it’s still going to be you.”

”And you still can drink it, then?”

”Yes, as well as you mine.”

That thought was thrilling, the image in your head so vivid. The red liquid on your lips, the imaginary taste hitting your tongue before you would swallow it down.

”But I have to drink it so that I can turn? How will it taste?”

You could feel Copia smiling, hear it in his voice.

”You’ll find it out soon.”

The brothers had gone to deal with Sister Imperator and you and Olivia were left at the mansion to wait. It had been several hours and the longer you had to wait, the harder it got. Olivia wasn’t dealing with the wait any better as she was sitting on the couch, biting her nails while you were pacing back and forth near her. The sound of the clock seemed to ring in your ears and you barely could think anything sensible. A part of you wanted to scream and another part just hoped this all was just a bad dream.

You squeezed your hands into fists, trying to focus on your breathing to calm yourself. It didn’t help much but was better than nothing. Olivia ran her hands through her hair before grabbing the nearest couch pillow and hugging it tight.

”Is this always like this?” she asked, making you jump a bit and stop in your tracks. Your gaze met hers and you shook your head.

”No, this is the first time something like this happens,” you answered and Olivia let out a long sigh.

”This is crazy,” she stated, eyes wide. ”I’m scared and worried and… I don’t even know. This all has been a lot, you know.”

You nodded, understanding how overwhelmed she must have felt. She was dragged into all this so quickly she had had no time to let this all sunk in properly.

”But you’re still here,” you said, offering her a reassuring smile. ”That tells something.”

”Yeah, it tells that I’m crazy,” she said, a hint of a smile rising to her lips. ”But he…” she trailed off, lowering her gaze and you could have sworn that there was pink coloring her cheeks. Your smile widened.

”So, how are things between you and Terzo?” You couldn’t help but tease her a bit. She hadn’t shared much about what was going on but considering the situation, you weren’t surprised why. Olivia looked back at you, the blush now evident on her cheeks.

”I really like him,” she admitted. ”And I think he likes me. As weird as this might sound, I actually feel safe around him.”

Something in your chest moved. Happiness. Joy.

”I know exactly what you mean,” you said, smiling and Olivia’s eyes lit up. She was happy that someone understood how she felt.

”Stupid vampires and their charm,” she huffed good-naturedly and you chuckled.

”They certainly are charming and know how to win people on their side.” You walked to the couch and finally sat down beside Olivia. ”But behind all that vampire glamour there is so much more.”

Olivia’s eyes settled on you again and she gave a small nod, though now her smile faded.

”Has something bad happened to you while you’ve been with Copia?”

You weren’t certain what Olivia thought as a bad thing but you had a few little stories to share that weren’t so nice.

”Yes, a few times. Some months ago when I had finished my evening shift I decided to take a shortcut to home,” you started, the memories of the evening returning to your mind. ”It wasn’t a good idea. Some vampire got to me and if Terzo hadn’t come in time, something bad might have happened.”

”Terzo saved you?”

”Yeah, he probably had been somewhere near and caught my scent. Then he took me to Hunter’s Moon as I was so tired and it was closer than my home.”

Olivia looked impressed and you guessed what you just told raised Terzo’s points in her eyes. For a moment she looked like she wanted to say or ask something more related to that matter but decided then otherwise.

”And what is the other not-so-nice thing?”

You sighed, lowering your gaze and started to pick on the hem of your shirt.

”Copia bit me,” you said quietly. ”He lost control for a moment.”

”He what?!” Olivia’s voice was higher now, the shock evident in it.

”Copia bit me,” you repeated, now moving your gaze back up to Olivia. ”It was bound to happen anyway, and we have settled it out. It’s been months since it happened.”

”And you still trust him?”

”Yes, I do. He regretted it instantly. So much that he didn’t see me for a while and he was starving himself,” you said, pausing for a short moment before you told Olivia the rest. A vast range of emotions went through her eyes as she listened to you.

”Oh fuck,” she commented soon. ”And I thought I was the crazy one.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that and soon Olivia joined in, then – completely out of blue – smacking you with the pillow. It only made you laugh harder and try to grab the pillow to yourself but of course you failed. In the end Olivia threw it to the nearest armchair, grinning at you and you just grabbed her instead, pulling her into a hug.

”Enough about me,” you said. ”Now tell me more about you and Terzo. Have you kissed already or have you – oi!” your question got interrupted as Olivia’s pinched your side.

”Who’s nosy now?” she shot back as she tried to wiggle out of your hold. You loosened your arms around her so that she was able to make eye-contact. The deep red on her cheeks and the grin she had told you enough and you smirked.

”Oh, shut up,” Olivia said, letting her head fall on your shoulder.

You laughed. ”I didn’t say anything.”

”But I know what you were thinking,” she stated, poking your side.

”So, you’re really in it now?” you asked and Olivia mumbled something you couldn’t fully hear. Gently you placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her further.

”I think I am,” she admitted with a small, soft smile. ”Though I’m still scared of so many things.”

”This situation definitely isn’t making things easier,” you said, lightly squeezing Olivia’s shoulder. ”But I’m happy you are having an open mind and willing to give Terzo a chance.”

”Yeah, he really seems to be different than those previous assholes I’ve been with.”

You hummed in agreement. ”So it’s possible that he might be your knight in a shining armor?”

Olivia made a face at that, giving you a light shove. Smiling you just pulled her again into a hug and this time Olivia let out a long, content sigh, resting her head against your chest.

”Possibly,” she spoke quietly. ”But I don’t want to go ahead of things yet. In time we’ll see what happens.”

That was understandable. Not wanting to think too far. Especially now. Relationships weren’t that simple, not even though they might have felt like it.

”I’m rooting for you and Terzo, and I really hope it works out between you.”

You could hear the smile when Olivia replied. ”I know.”

It was nearly a dawn when the brothers finally returned to the mantion. You and Olivia had stirred awake from your slumber on the couch and rushed straight to them. They all looked tired but unharmed, at least mostly. Blood stains marred their clothes and skin and there were some tears on their clothes, as well.

You craddled Copia’s face, releaf washing over you as you leaned in to kiss him, tasting someone elses blood on his lips. They must have gotten a little snack before coming back.

”Is it over now?” you asked after and Copia nodded and then you heard a grunt from behind him. You peeked past Copia to see Secondo trying to shake off his shirt, pain visible on his face. Primo helped to tuck the sleeve off and when the shirt finally fell off from Secondo, your eyes landed on the big wound on his shoulder. It looked nasty, red mixing with something black and you were quick to run to take a closer look at it.

You lifted your hand, reaching towards the wound but there was a hiss and a hand grabbing your wrist. You met Secondo’s hard gaze as he pushed your hand away.

”I’ll live,” he said and you furrowed your brows.

”What happened?” You weren’t sure if asking more questions was now a right thing to do but you wanted to know. With sigh, Secondo let go of your wrist, his gaze softening.

”Got stabbed,” he replied flatly. ”There was some poison on the blade. It will heal but more slower.”

You nodded, eyes flickering to the wound, a small smile passing your lips. ”If you say so, grumpy old man.”

That caused tired chuckles to echo in the room and even Secondo flashed something that resembled a smile to you. With one last glance at him, you returned to Copia who slid his other arm instantly protectively around you, pulling you flush against him.

”He’s going to be fine,” Copia said, placing a kiss on your temple.

Your gaze went to Olivia and Terzo who seemed now to be on their own bubble, faces close to one another. Olivia was clealy crying and Terzo was wiping the tears away while whispering some soft words, presumably in Italian. Then you took a look at Primo who was still standing beside Secondo, eyeing his brother with worry and relief.

”Are you alright?” Copia asked, setting his hand under your chin and making you look at him. You offered him a smile, however a bit tired one.

”Yes, now that you’re all here.”

You were glad that they all had come back, just as they had promised. But you couldn’t push the vast exhaustion aside – it felt like it had settled deep into your bones and you were sure that you could sleep for a week straight. A big yawn stretched your mouth soon, and you tried to hide it with your hand but of course it didn’t go unnoticed by Copia.

”We should get some rest,” he spoke against your temple and you mumbled an agreement. ”Though I need a shower first.”

You wanted to reply to that with something sensible but your eyes were now heavy and you had to fight to keep them open and if Copia wasn’t holding you, you might have fell to the floor and slept right there. However, luxurious bed would be a million times better than the cold hardwood floor. Your mind barely registered the words Copia was speaking and then you were picked up and carried to your and Copia’s room.

By the time your back hit the bed, you were already half-asleep. You felt Copia caressing your face, placing a light kiss on your lips, and your heart fluttered happily as you tried to open your eyes. You succeeded to keep them open long enough to see the loving look in Copia’s eyes. And as soon as you closed your eyes, finally letting sleep take over you, you heard the words that you, deep down, had been dying to hear.

”I love you.”

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[ch1lde-mora]

thoma x stage manager! reader

hi!! i started this last year while i was in the middle of one of my most stressful gigs, and it was because of said job that i didn't finish it but it's out! under the cut - kisses from v

original note from the doc: Stressed stage manager reader (totally not based off personal experience 💪 stage manager solidarity dude this shit is hard) (totally didn’t write this while my cast gc was blowing up)

“...Hello? Yes, that’s me.. I know, we have a rehearsal tomorrow… What do you mean, ‘I can’t make it to this rehearsal’?! It’s almost like you haven’t been to any rehearsals! …… I understand you’re busy, but I’m also busy covering for you. I have more than just you to manage, so either you keep missing rehearsals - which is totally on you, and only reflects on you and your performance, by the way - or you find someone to replace you. My god..” 

Hanging up the phone, you covered your face with your hands and groaned. There was a moment of silence afterwards before you burst out laughing; out of stress and exhaustion more than anything.  

“No fucking way they’re missing another rehearsal… What, did they go and get another hangover like that last time? They’re fucking impossible.” You mumble, feeling absolutely beside yourself. 

Just then, you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N? May I come in? Who were you talking to?” Ah, yes. The love of your life- you had nearly forgotten amidst all the mess. 

Speaking of mess, Thoma opened the door a smidge and slipped inside of your bedroom, taking it all in for a moment. To say it was a disaster would be a drastic understatement. There were scripts and paper scraps from reformatting your scripts all over the floor as well as spare glue sticks, pieces of tape and not two but three pairs of scissors for said paper. Not to mention, you looked absolutely miserable. There were bags under your eyes as you held up the pencil with a bit of an irregular shake to your hands, trying desperately to write more notes down. 

“Hey, Thoma.. Just another actor on the phone. They just can’t show up to rehearsal. Again. Just like the last time, and the time before. I’ll be out with you in a moment, I just have to finish this-” Before you could even finish talking, Thoma was already lifting you out of your chair and carrying you out of that cluttered room.

“You’re not finishing a thing until I see you alive and well. That means you need a nice meal, a bath and some rest. Trust me on this, please.” He spoke to you in a tone comparable to a teacher as he brought you to the dining room, sitting you down at your chair and then heading to the kitchen. 

You sighed, remembering a past experience similar to this. He wouldn’t relent no matter how much you begged him to go back to work, and eventually he laid with you and cuddled on the couch until you fell asleep soundly. Then, he was cleaning your office and making sure you had a comfortable space to work in.

You didn’t feel like you wanted to burden him more than you seemingly ‘already had’, so you gave in and let him cook your favourite food for you.

“Thoma, can I help you? Like, at all? It’s not fair for you to be cleaning and cooking everywhere and me just sitting here eating the food that you so graciously made for me- which, thank you, by the way- but still, it’s not fair!”

Looking over at you with a large smile on his face, he shook his head. “No can do, love. Besides, you know I like cooking especially if it’s for you. So shhh, let me handle this. I got it, I promise.”

And so you sat and you waited for him to make that meal that you didn’t realize you sorely missed; it had been a little while since he made it, but it took a little bit longer than just sticking an instant meal in the microwave and dealing with the shitty taste. Time you still felt like you were running out of.

Before long, a plate was deposited in front of you as well as your beautiful boyfriend. “All ready, just the way you like it!” He grinned from ear to ear and it was hard not to feel your heart jump out of your chest. “Thank you, again.. I do still have lots to do, but I suppose I can take tonight to relax.” 

“Attagirl. I’m going to start running your bath now, and then I can-” You cut him off quickly with a ‘shhh’, shaking your head. “Just the bath is enough, really. I know the office is a mess, but it’s an organized mess that I need to take care of myself. Besides, you’ve done so much for me today already!” He resigns, standing up from his chair and giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek. “If you say so, but once you’re done your bath you and I are going to bed.” You nod, accepting this deal.

After he leaves the room, you finish the meal quickly with a voracity you forgot you had. Really, his cooking is unmatched. Once complete, you made your way to the bathroom and admired his work.

Thoma had gone through the trouble of adding rose petals to the bath, laying out everything you might possibly need. He was just putting the finishing touches on the setup when he noticed you leaning against the doorframe with a smile.

“This is really sweet of you, Thoma. Thank you for taking care of me.” You blushed as he came up to you and kissed you softly before stepping to the side. “No need to thank me, really. I like doing this for you, Y/N.” He slipped past you out of the room and left you to your own privacy.

After taking about an hour to relax in the bath and wash up, you finally decided that the water was too cold and fingers too pruned for your taste. Stepping out and changing into the clean, fuzzy pajamas he laid out for you, you crept into the bedroom to find him at lamplight reading a book.

“Hello, love. How was your bath?” He asked, putting the book to the side and beckoning you into his arms. “It was really nice, thank you for it again. I know I’ve been a lot lately, and really it won’t end until show season is over, but I appreciate your patience.” You replied, settling against his chest with a soft smile.

“Always, honey. Whatever you need. Now, let’s get some rest shall we?” You closed your eyes and found sleep with him rather easily, letting you of your work - even just for one evening.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Your Submissively ~ Adjudication

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Innuendo

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“I’ve noticed.  We’re so comfortable that you forgot to put a condom on, and I had to get plan b.”  Belle stopped and covered her mouth.  

“What did you just say?” Steve looked at her with disbelief.  

“i… I…” Belle didn’t know what to say.  She hadn’t meant to tell Steve like that.  

Steve took her hand and dragged her back to the party.  He found Bucky.  “We need to go.”  

“I was going to head to Lila’s parents for dinner after dropping you off.” Bucky looked for her.  

“It’s fine Buck.  I’ll just take a cab.  Enjoy your time with your girl.” Steve turned and continued to pull Belle.  

“Steve, please.”  

“No.  We are not communicating like we promised so we need to go somewhere and talk.” They made it to the main road and Steve flagged a cab down.  Once they got on the road, Steve and Belle sat quietly.  

“Steve…”  

“No. not right now.  Belle, just, let me process this right now.”  Steve felt horrible.  He thought back to Friday where he remembered to put protection on but he couldn’t remember if he did on Saturday.  He was always responsible.  He always had a plan.  But he fucked up royally with this.  At the same time, he was furious with Belle for keeping this from him.  He would have done everything for her, made sure she wasn’t alone in this.  

They made it to Manhattan in good time.  Steve paid the driver and they went up to his apartment.  When they walked in, Belle gasped.  Steve had forgotten and a small smile graced his face.  

The apartment was decorated with balloons and roses were every on every surface of the living room. A banner of ‘Congratulations’ hung over the fireplace.  “Steve…” 

“I wanted to celebrate you tonight. I’m proud of you. I wanted to make sure you knew how proud I was.”  He shuffled his feet.  “I didn’t see us coming back to argue.”  He looked up.  “Why? Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I don’t know.”  

“That’s not a good enough answer Isabella.”  

“What do you want me to say Steve? I was scared.  You’re the only person I’ve ever been with.” 

“You should have said something.” Steve ran his hands through his hair. “What happens next?” 

“I take a test in four weeks just to be sure.” Belle hugged herself. “Steve, what did you expect?   I never went on birth control.  We weren’t careful.  We haven’t talked.” Belle held in her sob in.  “We never talked about any of this.”  

Steve stopped breathing.  She was right we never talked about it.  In fact, they hadn’t talked about much. “I’m sorry.  You’re right, we haven’t stopped and talked about this.”  

“No, we haven’t.  I haven’t signed yet but we haven’t even discussed anything beyond me not wanting to be marked.”  

“This isn’t about the contract!” 

“This has everything to do with it.”  

“What does that mean?”  

“It means that I’m not sure if I want this life.  To be worried that you won’t be there, that I’ll be alone again. I don’t want to be alone. I want to sleep next to you and we can’t because of some stupid contract.  So no, I don’t think I can do this.”  

“Isabella, you don’t mean that.”  

“I don’t know that I don’t.  everything about this is different.  I want more.  I want to have people who stay in my life.  Can you promise me that?” 

“I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want that.”  Steve was trying not to show his feelings. The very real feelings he had developed for the violet eyed beauty.  She rocked his world off his axis and he didn’t want to go back. But he couldn’t. To place her in the line of fire.  Because of her position.  As his partner, his love, his wife.  

“Well, you don’t act like it.”  Belle wanted to cry.  “I should go.”  She turned to leave.  

“No, don’t.”  Steve pleaded.  He pulled her roughly in and kissed her hard. “Don’t leave me.” He picked her up and took her to his room.  

“Steve,” she whispered.  

“Sweet pea, let me love you.” Steve laid her on his bed.  He kneeled down in front of her and removed her heels gently.  He massaged the insole of her feet and she groaned. He kissed her ankle and moved up.   

Belle watched as he moved upward, kiss her skin.  She ran her hand in his hair, feeling how soft it was.   Steve growled when she pulled slightly.  “What are you doing sweet pea?” 

“I want to kiss you.”  Her eyes darken, turning her violet eyes to an almost black with lust.  She could see only a sliver of ocean blue in his eyes.  

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered.  

“Amore, please.”  

Steve lifted her up to her feet and spun her to pull the zipper down.  He kissed her shoulders as the straps fell, pooling the dress at her feet.  He ran his finger over the edge of her strapless bra before i clipping it and letting it fall.   “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.  

It was slow, sensual. He took his time, kissing her skin, tasting every inch of her.  She in turn touched every piece of skin she reaches, memorizing every ridge, every vein on his body.  He laid her down and tugged her panties off.  He undressed quickly and took her in his arms.  He pulled her on top of him so he can stare.  

He lifted her up and guided her on him. She sank down and the moaned together. He guided her hips to rise up and down until she got used to the feeling. “Steve,” she moaned.  

“God baby, you feel so good.” She rocked her hips and he hissed.  “Belle, please.” She moved faster, moaning louder. Steve placed his thumb on her clit and she started to moan louder.  Steve felt himself getting close.  “Belle, you need to slow down.”  

“No, no, I need this.”  

Steve flipped them and kept going bring her to the brink.  “Steve!” She screamed as she reached her climax.   His thrusts became sloppy and he pulled out.  He cummed on her belly.  He collapsed next to her, both breathing deep.  He got up and grabbed a towel to clean Belle up. He held her until she was asleep.  He looked at Belle, his sweet pea.  He took her to her room so he could clean up.  

After dressing her in a shirt, he went back to his room to change the sheets.  He took a glass of brandy with him.   He sat for a moment.  He decided in that moment that he needed more as well.  He closed his eyes for just a second.  And fell quickly asleep. 

Belle woke up disoriented.  She wasn’t in Steve’s room any longer but in her at the apartment.  It broke her.  When he pleaded with her not to leave, she assumed that things would change.  They wouldn’t.  She got up and took a shower, dressing in her clothes, not the ones Steve gave her.  She packed a few things she would need at home.  Her bunny, her blanket.  She left the perfume, unsure if she could smell it again and not think of the romantic nights with Steve.  She sat at the desk and pulled a sheet of paper.  

Steve,   This is really hard to write.   You were the unexpected.  You changed my world. You are amazing.    First I want to say thank you.  Thank you for taking care of me when I needed it.  Thank you for being there for me.  The last few weeks have been a dream.  I don’t regret anything about our time together.  Except for a few things.   I need more. I know you said that it wouldn’t be more than this.  But I need more.  I need the security of knowing my partner will sleep beside me, will hold my hand, will never be too busy for me.    When I lost my dad, I lost my compass, my direction.  I thought I found it with you.   I’m sorry.  I fell in love with you and I’m sorry.  I know that wasn’t what you wanted but I can’t lie to myself anymore. I don’t know how you feel but I can assume as I sit in my room alone that you don’t.   I’ve left everything you provided in its place. I can’t do this.  I can’t be what you wanted.  I can’t fulfill your needs. I will send you a message when I know the results.  I wouldn’t want to leave you in the dark.    Please be good and well.  It would break me to know that you didn’t.  This is not a reflection of you, just of your needs.  I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.   I love you Steven G Rogers.   I hope you find what you are looking for.   With all of my love, amore.   Belle.  

Belle left the letter on her desk and made it out to the living room.  She took in the decorations once more and noticed a velvet box on the table.  She opened it out of curiosity and saw a diamond tennis bracelet with a single letter in the middle.  S.  It was to be her marker, his show of possession for her.  It was beautiful and simple.  But no longer hers.  She wiped a single team away and walked to the door.  She made it to the elevator and out to the front of the building.  

It was still early, about 5 AM, the city relatively quiet.  She walked to the subway and sat, making her way to Jersey.  She thought about how she still needed to pack.  She hadn’t had the chance to mention to Steve that she had found a place in Manhattan with Lila to be closer to work.  No need now.  As she walked the few blocks to her apartment, she took in the cool and calm morning.  It was May and the flowers were on display.  

She made it to the apartment to find it vacant.  Lila must have stayed at her folks.  That was better.  She needed time.  Time to process, time to mourn.  Time to forget about the loss of the love of her life.  She took out the bunny, clutched it to her chest and cried. 

NEXT

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[marimelwrites]

Update for all:

Sorry I haven’t been on! Life, in its usual form, has turned into a mess of busy at work, stressful, and I’ve been sick and hurt on multiple occasions. Heat exhaustion about 4 times is not great. Work is literally killing me. Then I hurt my back earlier working in a terrible position but doing much better today.

I know I owe starters and replies and I promise I haven’t forgotten and I still plan on doing them. Life just likes to… life.

Anyway! Sister date with @writermuses todayyyy! Which means a 2hr drive (WORTH IT) for me, so no replies today. But depending on how I feel in the morning I may end up taking tomorrow off. If not, I will try my best to get to replies as soon as possible.

As always, thank you for being so patient with me.

[scrumptious-delusion]

If you're still doing fake titles, can you do "in forgotten whispers"?

I love your stuff, it's all so good

IN FORGOTTEN WHISPERS

fake fic title drabbles

summary: you ran, he let you. after being away for nearly two years you’ve decided enough is enough. you’re finally returning home to face the man you left behind and to make do on the promises you made him.

pairing: mechanic!steve rogers x female!reader

warnings: swearing, a little bit of ✨ spice ✨.

a/n: partly inspired by this song.

excerpt:

“He’s been out there for three hours.”

“Is he really waiting for her to come out?”

“How did she even walk away from him in the first place?”

Linda and Marie fall silent as you near, delusional enough to think that you - or anyone else, haven’t heard them.

Something that would be quite impossible considering the volume of their voices.

“Having a good first day, darl?” Linda asks with an exaggerated grin as you pass.

You nod, giving a polite smile.

Beside you, Evie remarks “Don’t you girls have a column to write?”

That gets the two of them hustling back to their desks, Marie declaring “On it boss!”

“You sure you don’t want anything?” You reaffirm as you reach the front door.

Evie nods her head, “I’m sure, enjoy your lunch break.”

“I’m just going to the bakery across the street, I’ll be right back.”

Her gaze flits over your shoulder, to the large windows along the front of the office, before meeting yours again. “Sure you will.”

She turns and walks away before you can respond.

Closing your eyes, you suck in a deep breath.

I can do this.

You push open the heavy front door and instantly get enveloped in the sticky summer heat.

Steve’s light green 1966 chevy pickup is parked along the curb in front of the newspaper’s office and he’s leaning against it with his arms crossed, a picture of patience.

When your eyes meet his, he pushes away from the pickup, arms dropping to his sides as he slowly approaches you.

Here we go.

You step forward, meeting him halfway on the sidewalk.

“Who told you?”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “It’s still a small town babydoll, everyone told me.”

You nod, fidgeting.

Babydoll.

“So, uh, how’s the shop?”

Making a noise in the back of his throat, Steve steps closer, bringing his face inches from yours. “Is that what we’re gonna do honey? Gonna share ‘how are you’s’ on the street and pretend no one’s watching?”

So he’s also noticed how everyone in the office has migrated towards the windows while people in the street around you pretend to look busy.

“What would you prefer?”

You don’t realise how dangerous that question is until it’s left your mouth.

Tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, Steve husks “I’d prefer you got in my truck, so I could take you home and fuck you senseless.”

Suddenly it’s not the beaming sun that has you sweating.

Our sex life was never a problem.

“That wouldn’t fix anything.” You croak in response.

“Oh babydoll, I’m gonna fix us, don’t you worry about that.” Steve vows, his hand moving from your hair to lightly cup the back of your neck. “You won’t want to leave me ever again.”

He’s leaned in closer while talking, and your lips brush his when you state “You seem awfully confident.”

Steve smirks against your mouth. “I just know my wife.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 29

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: I'm sorry this whole week has been Andrew

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"Wish I didn't have to go back to work," Andy tucks his shirt in as he enters the kitchen, "mmm, something smells good."

"Oh, I found the waffle maker," you say proudly. Admittedly, you've made a mess. Your tablet displays the recipe as a bowl sits next to it dripping batter. "I thought it would be a nice start to the day."

"How long have you been awake?" His expression falls, "dove, you've been... very busy lately. I'm worried."

"Why?" You bat your lashes. Yes, you've been a bit all over, always trying to distract yourself. It helps you keep your mind off of the cramped nights and sleepless hours. "Dr. Kemp wants me to set goals."

"Yes, I know. And it's good advice but you can take a day off," he suggests.

"Maybe," you shrug and hide your disappointment. You thought he'd be happy. You're doing what he wants too. He wants you to give back and you're trying to take care of him the best way you know how. You've never tried this hard in your life but he doesn't seem to see that. 

"Here," you turn and take a plate of waffles, "I also cut up some fruit," you put it on the island near him and grab the bowl of strawberries and blueberries, "and syrup."

You bring the bottle of dark maple and a set of cutlery for him. He sits on one of the high chairs and accepts them with a thanks. Despite his admonishment, he looks delights. You step back on your heel and watch him. As he cuts into the fluffy stack, he pauses and looks at you.

"What about you?"

"Oh, I'll eat when you're gone," you assure him, "I'm not hungry yet."

He inhales and takes his first bite. He chews it slowly, his thought tensing in his jaw, "promise you will. Dove... I see you pushing your food around."

"I don't have a problem," you say defensively. He doesn't know how you used to be. How you would binge so much you nearly puked. So you miss a meal or two, it's better than the alternative. 

"I think it's something you should discuss in therapy? Just to be certain," he offers.

"It's not," you insist. "I'm fine--"

"Then sit down and eat with me. That's what couples do. They eat together," he points his fork at you, "and don't forget a kiss before I go."

You watch him for a moment. You don't tell Steve about these arguments, you only tell him what you learn. What you're doing to be better. You'll tell him you know now that you should eat with Andy and give him a kiss goodbye. That's something, you suppose.

"I'm sorry, Andy," you murmur and put a waffle on a plate for yourself.

"Don't be sorry, just do better, honey," he says.

"Alright," you turn back to him as you grab a fork and knife. You go around the island to sit next to him. You poke at the waffle and cut off a small piece.

"And... you can call me honey, too. Would you?"

You nod, "okay..." you hover the fork in front of your mouth as your stomach mulches, "honey."

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You spend much of the day painting. Your attempts at napping were met with tossing and turning as your mind kept wandering to the nights ahead and those behind you. Andy's touches aren't as unusual as before, you can lay still, close your eyes, let him kiss you. But he doesn't like it when you stop him from doing more.

Your back aches as you hunch forward on the stool. You know it's a bad position but you don't care. You lean in, nose almost touching the canvas as you focus on a feather. 

You yawn and swipe the brush against your palette. You sway slightly, eyes nearly rolling back. You should try to nap before–

"How's it going, Dove?" Andy startles you as his shadow fills the door.

You turn, shivering in the airy garage as you lower the brush. You blink at him, for a moment thinking he might be a walking dream. You shake your head, no he's real and times slipped past you again.

You set down your palette and hug yourself. It's as if the day was a fog and it's only just clearing. You give a sheepish smile as Andy stays at the top of the steps.

"Tired?" He says, "oh, wow, you got a lot done."

"Yeah, uh… a lot," you agree hoarsely.

"Come on, you're asleep on your feet, sit down. I was thinking of ordering some pizza. I've been craving it," he beckons to you. You're glad he's in a good mood.

"Alright, I'll just clean up," you turn and rinse off your brush, "see ya inside."

"I can do that–"

"No, no, I'm… a bit particular about my brushes," you mutter, "I'll be in soon…honey."

"Alright, don't make me come find you," he kids as he backs up.

You're thankful he's appeased. You're too exhausted for him to be smothering you again. You just want to zone out.

You clean your brushes and palette off and place them away neatly. You rub your hands together as you climb the two steps inside and close the door behind you. As you pass the kitchen, Andy calls after you.

"Hey," you enter as he twists a knob on the stove.

"Making you some tea," he says, "you look cold. Why didn't you turn on the heater?"

"Didn't think of it," you drag your feet, legs heavy, "tea sounds nice."

"Some of that stuff Steve brought," he sniffs and gives a shrug, "you really seemed to like it."

"Sounds good," you lean on the counter and cup your chin.

"You can have it while we decide on toppings," he smiles, "you like pineapple on your pizza?"

"I'm not picky," you answer.

"I'm asking what you like, sweetie."

"Just cheese," you reply, "sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he comes around the island and cradles your head along the side, bending to kiss your crown, "go, relax, I'll bring the tea out to you."

"Thank you," you sidle away slowly.

You go into the living room and nestle into the corner of the couch, hugging your legs as you try to warm up. You watch the window, the grey sky dimming with the onset of the autumnal evening. You lean your head back and groan.

When Andy comes in, he plunks your cup down and sits heavily next to you. You look at him as he grabs the remote.

"Why don't you put something on?" He holds it out to you.

"Um, is there a game tonight?" You wonder.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, alright," you take the remote and flip on the tv.

"Whatever you want," he leans back, one arm across the couch above you as he keeps his phone in his other.

You browse the television shows, thinking of trying something new. Your eyes drift thoughtlessly as he thumbs at the screen. He hums, "just cheese?"

"Yeah, that's good."

"Alright, I want you to finish two slices at least," he says.

You frown but don't argue. You don't appreciate his concern for your eating habits. Pizza is a lot and greasy. You reach for your tea and continue to search through titles.

You hear a bing and glance over again, certain not to move your head. You see the notification just before Andy swipes it away from the top of the screen. 'Cloud recordings full.'

You don't think anything of it. You don't know what that means. You click on a show you always saw Amber watching.

"Good choice," he says as he puts his phone down, "all ordered. With garlic knots too."

"Mm, sounds good," you blow on the tea, the smell of maple comforting, "thank you… er, honey."

"Of course," he kisses your head again as he drops his arm onto your shoulders, "the tea will help tide you over until it gets here."

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The pizza comes as the drowsiness tugs at your eyes. You feel sluggish as Andy brings you a plate with two slices. You chew as you stare at the bleary television, the audio garbling as you struggle to down each bite.

You finish with a painfully full stomach. Andy clears your plate with his and says something you don't catch. You feel so out of it. You've never felt like this before.

Andy comes back with two bottles of beer uncapped. You squint at him, sure you're seeing double. It must be the lack of sleep.

"Here," he holds one out as he sits next to you.

"Oh, I don't…" you eke out.

"One won't hurt, sweetie," he winks, "it's already open."

You rub your eyes before reaching out to take one. It's cold and the glass condensates beneath your palm. You sniff the open neck and make a face. It smells awful.

"Taste better than it looks," he clinks his bottle against yours.

You open your eyes wide, fighting the weight around them. You lean the bottle against your lips and make yourself take a drink. As much as you want to spit it out, you choke down the wheaty acidic liquid.

"You get used to it," he chuckles and takes a hearty swig.

"Mmm," you grumble, "I am very tired…"

"You go to bed early every night," he rests his hand on your knee, "worked all day just looking forward to being with you, honey."

You frown and nod, taking another repulsive gulp. It's nasty but you don't want to waste it. And you don't want him to be upset. Again.

"Finish your beer and you can go lay down," he says, "okay, sweetie."

"Alright," you look at the bottle, a tall task as each taste is worse than the last. "Thank you."

He keeps his hand on your leg. You notice how it slips higher along your thigh as you sip. You feel your body slackening and the sludgy fatigue turns to a bubbly blare. 

You focus on the bottle, just wanting to go to bed. You empty it down to a small cluster of foam and sit forward to put it on the table. You miss and the bottle clanks on the floor. Andy chuckles and reaches to pick it up, setting it down with his own.

“Oh, honey,” he turns to you, “are you tipsy already?”

“Andy,” you breathe, “I don’t feel good.”

“You drank that too fast,” he laughs again, pushing his arm behind you, “here, I got you, baby.”

You close your eyes as he swoops his other arm under your knees and the whole world shifts as he lifts you. Your head lolls against his shoulder as he holds you against his chest. His scent seeps into your nostrils as the motions of his gait lulls you.

He climbs the stairs carefully as you lean into him. Your head swirls strangely. You’ve never felt like this. Your eyeballs feel funny and your stomach is airy. 

You open your eyes again as he enters the bedroom. He tuts, amused by your state as he lays you on his bed. He hushes you as you babble dumbly.

“I’ll get you some pajamas, just relax,” he coos, dragging his hand down your side and kneading your thigh.

He leaves you as you obey him. Not out of your will, but because you have no choice. You can’t fight this eerie heaviness. The sludge of time and space that smothers you.

He returns, a blurry smear of colours as he moves around the room. He tosses something light beside you and bends over you. He runs his hands from your hips and around your back as he sits you up. You bobble as you struggle to hold your head up.

“Here,” he tugs on your shirt, bringing it up your torso.

Instinctively you catch it and try to keep him from revealing anymore. He clucks and yanks until you nearly fall back. You drop your hands to keep yourself up.

“Honey, I’m helping, don’t be bad,” he warns as he continues to raise the fabric, “arms up. I got you a fresh set of pajamas.”

Your lashes droop down and cling to each other. You shakily raise your arms and he pulls your shirt off. He gulps loudly and his fingers flutter along your shoulders and down to your chest. He cups your tits and purrs.

“Sweetie, I… never got to say before but you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

You shoo his touch away and cross your arms. He sighs heavily and grips your hips. He pulls you down harshly so you land flat on your back. You squeak in surprise as you bounces against the bed.

He pops open the button of your jeans and curls his fingers beneath the denim. He rolls them down roughly, jolting you as he gets them past your feet. You shiver as you lay in only your underwear and bra, hugging yourself.

“Mmmm,” he sits beside you again, leaning over you as he plants his hand by your other side, “honey,” he runs his other hand down your arm and takes yours, moving it into his lap, “do you feel what you do to me?”

He presses your hand to the bulge in his pants. Your head turns side to side as your voice sticks in your throat. The flavour of the beer stains your tongue and chokes you. He bends closer and kisses you on the lips.

“I need you so bad,” he whispers as he pulls away, “but… I want you to feel it.”

He moves your hand off of him and shifts, dragging his other hand away from the bed and down the curves of your side. He trails kisses down your jaw and neck, further and further, lingering around your chest as he guides the straps of your bra down your arms. 

He looses your tits and tends to them one at a time. Nipping, kneading, and suckling until your nipples are sensitive and hard. His lets his hand wander further down as he dotes on your chest, slipping his fingers beneath he elastic of your panties.

He lifts his head and exhales a scalding breath over you, “can I taste you? I need to taste you…”

“What?” You murmur as your head slumps to one side and your eyes shut, fuzzy and itchy.

You feel the bed jostle as his weight lifts and his touch drifts away. He urges your legs apart before he settles between them, the bed moving with him. Your panties roll down your legs and he bends your knees. You whine, confused about what he’s doing.

He growls and you feel his breath along your thigh. You twitch as he spreads his hands across your flesh and holds your legs open. Something cool delves into the warmth between your legs. You yelp as your eyes snap open.

You lift your head as it teeters on your neck and you see the top of Andy’s head by your pelvis. He runs his hands around your thighs, gripping the outside and pushing them flush to his face as he laps at your cunt. You whimper as you fall flat again, hiding behind your eyelids as the vision of him paints the void of your speckly mind.

What is he doing?

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Stained Hearts & Dark Desires

Chapter 6: Shadows and Memories

Summary: A man and woman enjoy a stroll through Knockturn Alley, learning tidbits about each other while having a tail in the shadows. Nothing goes wrong.

Words: 7.3k

Warning: blood, fighting, childhood trauma, mentions of crucio child abuse

Rating: MATURE 18+ (NO MINORS)

Chapter 7 ( coming soon)

It didn’t take long for Ominis and Edith to get to the Leaky Cauldron. Ominis stuck very close to Edith, still needing his wand to navigate around. His wand could only “see” so far, like a light illuminating the area around it. Edith, thankfully didn’t walk very fast either; she kept pace with Ominis but remained quiet.

When they finally arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, it wasn’t much to look at on the outside. It was definitely not the kind of place he imagined his family ever ventured to unless absolutely necessary. Dark wooden doors with windows above that were too high up to look through, not to mention the texture of the windows would have made it difficult to get a clear image.

“I have actually never been to the Leaky Cauldron myself.” Ominis opted to break the uncomfortable pregnant silence they had since leaving. Edith’s silhouette turned towards him, no longer facing forward.

“Really?” She was surprised.

“It’s not exactly the kind of place my family would associate with when I was child, and given how the majority of my time requires me to be traveling around the wizarding world, I haven't had a need to stop by,” Ominis explained as they walked through the wooden doors. 

“What…about Sebastian?”

“I don’t believe he has ever been here as well.” Ominis eyed her carefully. Her curiosity for Sebastian’s life experiences was promising. Perhaps they could eventually get her to lower her walls. She was leading them past the main hall where a few patrons had been residing, enjoying their meals and drinks.

“Their dinner options here are quite good. Perhaps…we can come by again when we aren't as busy.” Edith mumbled under her breath. 

“I believe we’d enjoy that. He does like trying new places. Gives him ideas for meals he can prepare on his own.” Ominis had a soft smile.

“Well, it’ll give Penny a break from preparing meals for you two.”

“Yes, quite the hard-working elf you’ve employed, but don’t you mean to say the three of us.” Ominis nodded, not oblivious to Edith’s excuse behind her suggestion. He could hear how nervous she had become while suggesting that.

“She’s not employed. She chose to be with me. I've tried to pay her before, when I first freed her but she refused, saying all she wanted was to help her friend in any way she could.” Ominis frowned in confusion. Normally free elves sought out other employment, though that was a very difficult task in itself. The fact she declined Edith’s employment was unique. 

“So we agreed I’d take care of her and she takes care of me. I reward her for her efforts, give her breaks, make sure she has a place to call home, and food. In exchange she makes meals for me only when I ask, unless I've forgotten to eat the day before, then she prepares something light for me. As well as remind me when I haven’t slept in a few days.” Edith explained as if having heard Ominis' questions. Ominis stood in place letting her words sink in. He felt the need to take in a deep breath, as he placed his hand on the bridge of his nose. She hadn’t changed at all from when they were younger; she had gotten significantly worse. It seemed her habits of never sleeping and hardly eating were not a thing of the past just yet. 

 “What?”

“I’m completely confounded by your lack of an ability to take care of yourself.” Ominis exasperatedly responded, fighting the urge to march back into the Leaky Cauldron and force her to eat a real meal.

“What?” Edith chuckled. How was that something she laughed at?

“How you’re able to stand here today is truly a miracle.”

“Hey, I can take care of myself.”

“Evidently not.”

“I just forget sometimes, ok? Penny helps me with that.”

“Forgetting meals constantly is not taking care of yourself. You truly are fortunate to have met such a caring elf willing to do all that.” Ominis shook his head in disbelief. He and Sebastian were going to have to correct this matter immediately. He knew once Seb knew he would pull out all the stops to make the best meals ever, enticing her to want to eat. 

“I know.” Her response was so quiet, that he had almost missed it. It sounded almost sad. But before he could think harder on it, Edith had led them to a bricked wall behind the Leaky Caldron. She poked the wall with her wand and then suddenly the wall began to shift into an archway.

Ominis suddenly could hear the populated area in front of him; there was a small crowd going about their day. It reminded him of Hogsmeade but a tad busier. He had been to Diagon Alley before when he was younger and was in need of school supplies. He hadn’t been to the famous alley in a while since Hogwarts. It appeared to be the same as it was then. Shops lining the path of the alley, leading all the way to Gringotts. It wasn’t nearly as busy as when he had gone before the school year, but it was still well populated.

Ominis noticed how tense in the crowd Edith had become, even going so far as adjusting her hat to cover more of her features. He remembered how she never really enjoyed crowds but was never this bothered by them. He was willing to bet it had everything to do with becoming a wanted criminal by the Ministry. Something he was baffled by. How did someone go from helping every single person she came by in all the hamlets surrounding Hogwarts to a wanted criminal for crimes against wizardkind? She was always helping someone, to the point she began to be called everyone’s errand girl. She never took offense, considering she started to call herself that as well.

Ominis’s train of thought stopped as the atmosphere around him changed. No longer was it the upbeat, bustling magical place that was Diagon Alley. It was now cold, desolate and dreary. He began to take in his surroundings from his wand. They were entering Knockturn Alley.

“Remember, stay close to me and don’t say anything unless absolutely necessary.” Edith whispered as she straightened her posture while placing her hand on his arm. Upon her touch he felt electricity shoot up his arm. Clothing be damned, it did nothing to stop the warmth spread from her fingertips. Her small delicate hands wrapped around his arm, clinging to him with familiarity to pass off they were together made his face warm. He couldn’t help but imagine her delicate hands elsewhere on his body. He felt the need to cough softly trying to regain composure.

“Are you alright?” Edith questioned. 

“Fine.” He felt her eyeing him but immediately seemed to brush it off. Her slightly uncomfortable demeanor changed to one of confidence. She held her head high, and walked forward, towards the darken alley paying no attention to anyone around her. She gave off an aura of someone prideful and haughty. An attitude he expected of someone much like his family. Ominis was a little unnerved how well she could easily fall into that kind of attitude. He ended up following her example, paying no mind to anyone around, making sure to hold himself high.

He had never been to Knockturn Alley, for good reason. The Ministry's hold on this place was minimal at best. Everyone knew here some sort of workings with the dark arts was going on yet could never be proven. Auroras like himself only came to this place if needed; they weren’t exactly welcomed otherwise. Not to say he knew of an aurora being out right attacked here, but he didn’t hear anything pleasant either. Bringing unwanted attention like that to yourself was never a good idea. Ominis hoped Edith’s polyjuice potion would last long enough for them to get in and get out.

“Do you frequent Knockturn alley?” Ominis quietly asked, attempting to distract himself.

“It has its uses. Great for fleshing eating slug repellent. Little bastards are ruining my garden.” Edith cursed lightly.

“I didn’t see any garden on your tour this morning.” Ominis pointed out. She remained silent for a moment then decided to finally grace him with a response.

“I also have my own personal vivarium of sorts.” 

“Where in Merlin's name are you keeping it? Your residence is far too small for anything like that!” Ominis questioned. 

“A woman is entitled to her secrets Ominis.” Edith jested, her cold voice ever so slightly a little warmer.

“You, my dear, have too many secrets. I do believe we are long over due some answers.” Ominis half joked, half meant seriously.

“Perhaps, but what difference would it really make? What’s done is done. All we can do is move forward.” Edith was so soft spoken, a gentle breeze brushing by ever so gently. Her tone was light, yet her words were heavy. Move forward? Did she really expect them to just move on, like the last seven years didn’t happen? Like she hadn’t been a huge part of their lives at some point?!

“He can’t. I..can’t, Edith.” Ominis emphasized his tone growing bitter. He could hardly believe that was her solution to their inquiries about the last five years.

 Ominis had to take a moment to collect himself, otherwise he’d become no better than Sebastian, letting his anger get the best of him. They were currently in public, and now was not the best time for this conversation. But oh how his self control was being tested at this very moment. They deserved answers for everything, and Sebastian’s approach hadn’t exactly been the best but he didn’t blame him. He, himself, was unbelievably furious with her. He’d love nothing more than to sit her down and let her have it all, but his self control was much better than Sebastian’s.

“This topic is not something we should discuss here, but mark my words, Edith. This will come up again, and you can only avoid it for so long.” Ominis warned her, holding her hand firmly. Her heart had started to run rampant, giving her true emotions of nervousness away ever so slightly.

“I implore you and Sebastian to drop it.” Edith hissed in response, “It’ll do none of us any good to dig up the past.”

“Come now, Edith. You alone are fully aware of how stubborn Sebastian truly is.” Ominis reminded her.

“And what of you? You weren’t nearly as stubborn, and it seems to me you might have some control over him.” Edith spoked in such a hussed manner, with a tone almost sounding similar to begging. He was sure that wasn’t the case, much to the disappointment of a small buried part of him.

“Even if I did, which I most certainly do not, I wouldn’t deny him the very answers I am seeking as well. Why are you trying so hard to avoid this?” Ominis frowned, turning in her direction. She tightened her grip meaning to be threatening, but he felt no fear with her. In fact he was sure the only one afraid was her.

“Sometimes ignorance is bliss, Ominis.”

“Indeed, but you don’t get to decide that for others.” She just remained silent as they made it to a small hole in the wall book shop. It was an average small shop, nothing really of note on the outside. The inside was a dimly lit small two level shop filled with books, quills, and other items. There were shelves along the slightly curving wall to his right, a large bookcase centering the room, and a wooden staircase on the left wall. Most of the shelves bore normal books while having too many unnamed books as well. 

Ominis could hear the sounds of owls far above their heads. His wand wasn’t really able to pick up the owls movement but did see blurred diluted colors moving about like many owls would. 

Ominis felt Edith give him a little squeeze before removing her hand and began to walk forward to the desk at the end. He followed her, taking in everything around. Aside from the old and dreary appearance, it seemed just like an average book story with a few oddities, but that was the case for most stores in Knockturn Alley. A semi mundane front, nothing too eye-catching or illegal.

“My my, if it isn’t Penelope. Come back again to my little shop.” The elder woman cackled as Edith drew closer. Ominis didn’t question the fact that the woman called her by a different name. Edith was clearly a secretive person to unbearable fault; it was no wonder she gave a fake name. What puzzled him was that she didn’t change her appearance, though, from what he could tell.

“Hello, Hilda. How’ve you been keeping?” Edith greet with a gentle yet chilly tone. So she was on a first name basis with the shopkeeper. Good to know she frequented a place such as this quite often. Ominis just stood off to the side looking at the bookshelf in front of him with his wand.

“As if ya truly cared.” The woman scoffed, crossing her arms. Her manner of speaking was border line joking as well as not. Ominis couldn’t tell what their relationship truly was.

“You wound me, Hilda. I do care. Where would I be without your services, after all?” Ominis could hear the obvious fake sweetness Edith was offering the woman. Anyone could tell her words were lies, yet the woman took no offense.

“Who’s the cutie?” Hilda nudged her head towards Ominis. He could feel her leery eyes racking over his body. He was more grateful than he had been earlier to be under the influence of the polyjuice potion.

“Ernest, my plaything today. He's nobody.” Edith brushed him off nonchalantly. It stung a bit inside, but he understood her reasoning for it. Still hurt to hear from her directly, whether it was the truth or not. He sincerely hoped for it to be the latter.

“Well if ya ever tire of him, I'd be more than happy to ‘ave the help around ‘ere.” Hilda gestured to the store with a disgustingly unnerving tone. It was clear helping the store wouldn’t be the thing she really wanted from him. 

“Doubt I will, but I’ll keep you in mind. Now to business, if you would be a dear?” Edith clicked her tongue with a tone of disgust, before placing a piece of parchment on the counter with some coins.

“Right. What can I do fer ya today then?” Hilda took the note and pocketed the coin. Her tone had flipped a switch from creepy elder cougar to cool, serious business woman. Ominis felt he might have gotten whiplash from how vastly different she was acting now.

“I need to order a book, please.” Edith requested. Ominis fought his ever growing frown. A book? He was sure she had to send a letter.

“The Many uses of Knotgrass, if you’d be so kind.” Edith chimed. Ominis thought of knotgrass, a familiar plant used for potions. He was rubbish with potions, so he couldn’t recall all the uses of knotgrass. He pondered why Edith would be purchasing such a book.

“Delivery?”

“Yes please. If you could send Alphie, I’d greatly appreciate it. I do enjoy seeing the little guy.” Edith requested. Hilda barely made any noise of recognition as she wrote all the details down. She then began to move about behind the desk, looking for something on the many shelves behind her.

“Ever hear of Demiguises?” Hilda randomly mentioned as she checked her books. Edith shrugged, not at all alarmed by the random change in subject.

“I do find them to be quite charming creatures. I've never encountered one yet, perhaps one day. Why?”

“Got a new book all bout t’em. Did ya know they can see a glimpse of the future?” The woman rambled. She moved out from behind the desk, having given up her search back there, and attempted to search the shelves behind them. Edith kept her in her line of sight but remained in her place. The elder woman came to stand next to Ominis, a little too close for comfort. With her being this close, Ominis could make out her unruly wild haid kept in place by a cloth covering the top of her head and a dark dress. She was much shorter than him and Edith, and much older from how her skin hung from her features.

She never brushed against him thankfully, but his personal space was being slightly invaded. She waved her wand towards a higher shelf, not once taking her dark eyes off him. She didn’t even look away once the book began to hover down from the shelf above.

“Interesting. I have heard they were capable of such things. Makes them all the more fascinating, does it?” Edith’s voice was growing more cold, losing her mock warmth she had originally offered Hilda when they first entered.

“Could ya imagine ‘aving that talent? Always knowing what was lurkin ‘round the corner fer ya?” Hilda spoke ominously, slowly moving past Ominis back towards the desk.

“Could make one grow paranoid.” Edith warned. Ominis was certain they were communicating in a way he couldn’t understand. It was setting his nerves on fire. Talking in code that he couldn’t quite figure out just yet. Just as he started to rack his brain for what she could be talking about, he felt a chill run down his spine. Spiders tickled his skin with their feather light steps all over his skin; he was being watched. 

It wasn’t from Hilda. Otherwise, he would have felt it much sooner. It was a feeling he was familiar with. He quickly learned what it felt like to be watched by someone who didn't want him to notice. He was always acutely aware of the eyes on him. What his wand could pick up only showed the shop itself. He didn’t see any blurred figures that were his wand’s depictions of people in the room either. The second level didn’t have much either; more shelves filled with books, owls perched up above at the top of those shelves, and hanging on perches from the ceiling. But no other human-like figure was present in the shop. He wasn't certain whether it was him alone being watched or the both of them.

“That’s one way of lookin' at it. Anyways, I thought ya’d be interested, given how ya enjoy magical beasts.” Hilda concluded.

“Much appreciated, Hilda. Now when can I expect my book to be delivered?” 

“A couple days.”

“Any chance I can get it delivered sooner?”

“Alphie’s old. He��ll get there when he can.” Hilda concluded leaving no room for debate. Ominis could only assume Alphie was the owl Edith had made mention earlier. Edith was silent for a moment, tension building but relented.

“Thank you, Hilda. A pleasure as always.” Edith begrudgingly bid the woman farewell as she turned on her heels. She quickly reached for Ominis’s arm once more, and they made their way towards the door.

“Come again!” the woman called out out behind them before the door closed.

Edith’s grip on his arm was significantly tighter than she had before entering the book shop.

“She gave me a warning.” Edith whispered ever so softly, knowing only Ominis would be able to hear  considering how close they were. Ominis felt panic rise from the deepest pit inside but he cooled his emotions, placing his hand over Edith’s. He didn’t say anything, fearing the unwanted company still watching them would hear anything. He just continued to play the part of her current escort. 

“I’m sure you could feel it, but someone is following us.” Edith continued to guide him further down Knockturn.

“Where are we going?” Ominis questioned casually.

“Didn’t I say Knockturn is great for flesh eating slug repellent?” Edith answered at a normal volume. Ominis nodded recalling their earlier conversation. So she was going to continue to run her errands. Perhaps the perpetrator will expose themselves by following them into a closed space.

“There is an off chance. It may involve Anne.” Edith mumbled, “But I promise...”

“I can take care of myself, Edith. If it gives us a clue to Anne, do what you need.” Ominis whispered into her ear. He didn’t have to lean far thanks to the polyjuice, but he heard her heart suddenly pound in her chest, and her grip tightened just a tad more.

“Just…leave it to me then.” She led him down the street on Knockturn Alley. The next place they came across was like an apothecary mixed with a herbology nursery. The windows filled with plants and jars of all sorts of peculiar things, ranging from roots to strange liquids with floating plants. If any store was going to have flesh eating slug repellent, this place surely would. Ominis stepped forward to open the door for Edith.

“...Thank you.” She muttered quietly as she passed into the store. Ominis followed shortly after being sure to close the door behind him. Their presence was announced thanks to the bell above the door. Perfect for alerting them of anyone coming in after them. 

This shop was about the same size as the book store, but far more crowded by plants, and shelves filled with jars, and such. There were a few books here and there mostly on anything protraining to herbology. If Edith truly needed to know the uses of Knotgrass, this would’ve been the best place for it, though he was pretty sure she didn’t actually purchase the book.

“What do you grow in this garden of yours?” Ominis asked as they looked around the store. Edith didn’t stray far from his side but always positioned herself where she could see who was entering.

“Lots of things. Madrakes, chomping cabbages, plants for potions.” Edith listed off.

“All very useful for combat I see.”

“Best to always be prepared, but I do enjoy growing more simple things as well.”

“Such as?” Ominis could feel growing more relaxed as they distracted themselves with conversation until the ones in the shadows decided if they would come in.

“Food for myself and food for my beasts. Fresh produce is much better than any grocery could charge me for.” Edith concluded, sounding normal. She sounded so normal it was almost comforting. She could be an average witch talking about her own garden she enjoyed growing. There was no pretense or double faced meaning.

“I’d be delighted to see what you’ve accomplished so far. I am sure Sebastian could easily prepare a delicious meal from your grown produce.” Ominis suggested, offering her a chance to let him in perhaps. She didn’t say something immediately, quiet as ever. Ominis began to question if he had overstepped and she had retreated back into her defenses again.

“Well I guess I should really find that repellent then. Can’t show off my accomplishments, as you say, when those damned slugs are ruining it.” Edith finally answered. The tidewave that was relief crashed down on him; his shoulders even felt just a bit more relaxed. She was willing to show him and Sebastian her private garden. She was willing to open up that part of herself. Ominis could feel his inner self ecstatic with this baby step of a victory.  

“I don’t think they are coming in.” Edith grumbled as they stood in front of the same shelf they had been staring at for the past 5 minutes. They were just stalling for time to see if their shadows would come in, but it seemed that was not the case.

“Fine. Let’s move on. I’d say you’ve got about another 30 minutes before the polyjuice potion wears off.” Edith quickly grabbed a canister of fleshing eating slug repellent and marched up to the checkout counter. Linking arms once more, they exited the shop and continued on their way. The feeling of being watched had significantly lessened, still prickling the back of his neck, though.

“Someone is still watching us.” Edith pointed out, having noticed how the intensity had lessened.

“It would appear so.”

“I have one more stop, and then we can leave.” Edith mentioned. 

“What’s our next stop then?”

“Borgin and Burkes. I just need to peep in.”

“Anything in particular you’re looking for?” Ominis raised an eyebrow in question. Borgin and Burkes is iconically known for its selling of dark magical items. It was a place under the Ministry’s watch, but they couldn’t prove they had been breaking the law, so let them go about their business.

“I usually know when I see it.” Edith’s answer was cryptic, unfortunately. Borgin and Burkes dealt in all sorts of strange items, mostly ancient relics that were often filled with dangerous dark magic. It was basically the beacon of Knockturn Alley. Well known and rightfully located.

“Please do be careful, Edith.” Ominis sighed as a slight headache formed. With constant itching on his back from the cowards hiding and Edith’s disregard for her own wellbeing, he was sure his nerves would not be taking a break any time soon.

“Worried, dear?” Edith teased, suddenly choosing to play the part in this act they had taken on while in Knockturn. Feeling a tad mischievous, Ominis smirked as he pulled her close to really whisper in her ear. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “Always, dear.” 

He heard her quiet gulp while her heart pounded a little more admimently. She quickly put some distance between them.

“How bold. We are in public afterall.” There was a bite to her response, almost embarrassed. He wished he had the ability to see what expression she wore right now.

Finally having arrived at Borgin and Burkes, Edith immediately straightened and released her hold on him. Unlike the other shop, Borgin and Burkes had much more space, filled with cases and shelves full of objects, reminding him of a collector's shop. The glass cases had old disturbing items in it, while open shelves had books and trinkets. Ominis knew better, hell he could feel the dark magic radiating from every corner of this place. Everything appeared as junk but he could feel the suffocating tendrils of dark magic flooding his senses. The entire shop gave him this eerie feeling. It was cold, and terrifying; a feeling of old magic caressing his skin, trying to coerce him into something. It compassed his entire being the second he walked into the door. All of it reminded him of the one place he dreaded and feared, the Gaunt estate. 

This place had the same isolating feel as his family residence did. The dark magic at play here matched that of the manor as well. All of it calling to a part of himself he fought back often. He was always sensitive to dark magic, knowing its feel and presence; it was something he had to practice gaining control over, lest it consume him, bringing forth a side he despised. He was very good about maintaining control, but even he had rough days. 

Edith continued her search for whatever it was she was looking for. She entered the shop, seeming to stop by every shelf and case to stare for a long moment before moving on. She was so focused on what she was looking for, Ominis started to look at each item as well.

“What are you looking for exactly?” He questioned as he held his wand to a glass case filled with ropes and dead things locked inside. Maybe if he helped her find what she was looking for, they could leave this dreary place at once.

“Something you won’t be able to see.”

“Given how I've never seen anything in my life, that doesn’t really narrow it down.” Ominis retorted, rolling his eyes.

“I..I just meant something normal people can’t see.” Edith stuttered in embarrassment. She quickly moved onto the next case of items. He couldn’t help the small smirk from forming on his face. It was amusing to him how she reacted when she was embarrassed. 

It was another long moment of just searching before Edith let out a small noise of surprise. He walked over to find what she had been looking at. His wand only picked up a small dagger in a glass case with strange designs on it. It had an incredibly thick handle, far too wide for any normal human’s hand.

“That one.” Edith pointed to it before turning to hail the shop clerk over.

“How can I help?” The male clerk questioned as he approached.

“Can you please remove that dagger there?” Edith requested kindly.

“Ah, the goblin silver dagger. Got this one myself.” He bragged as he unlocked the container and collected the dagger. A goblin dagger?! What could she possibly want with that? Why would that even be at a place such as this?

“I do find myself collecting many things created by those goblins recently.” Edith blissfully sighed, as if collecting was a pleasant hobby of hers. Ominis thought back to her younger years and realized that wasn’t too far fetched. She had quite the hoarding problem with all the random clothing she’d find, and sell. Then there were the potion ingredients she gathered every time they were out.

“This dagger was property to one of those magic crazed goblins that attacked Hogwarts.” The clerk bragged, as if trying to up-sell the item even more.

“Really?! I thought I could feel its magic.” Edith gasped in shock. That dagger belonged to one of those goblins? Did it really? He was positive the store clerk was just trying to rip money from Edith. There was no way it could possibly be; the ministry had gathered most of the weapons imbued with magic from the goblins the years following. They moved at a snail’s pace when it came to the issue with the magic crazed goblins led by Ranrok, but eventually they confiscated all the goblin silver directly involved with those goblins, stating it was too dangerous to leave them be. Having even a dagger from those goblins was incredibly unlikely.

“A keen eye you have there, young lady. Shall I wrap it for you?” The clerk offered.

“Oh please do.” Edith nodded as she retrieved the coins from her purse. As she began to discuss price with the clerk, Ominis felt his body start to ache uncomfortably, as if he needed a good stretch to release some cramps. Immediately Ominis realized the polyjuice was slowly starting to wear off. He cursed internally. Edith must have overcalculated how much time was left.

“Ah, Darling. We need to leave now.” Ominis suggested kindly, stepping closer to her. He noticed how Edith, immedately frozen in place, while her heart skipped momentarily, at the word Darling. She made a slight motion of turning towards him. He heard her small gasp before she turned back to the clerk.

“Right. Right Of course! Here you go sir.” Edith quickly handed the clerk coins and grabbed the dagger. 

“Have a lovely one!” She beamed the quickly pulled Ominis by the wrist towards the door. For one so small, she was able to hurriedly pull him along. She wasn’t full running, that’d draw too much attention, but she was walking at a brisk pace. She made quick work to get them out of Knockturn Alley, though she did not apparate out. He could feel the goosebumps of unwanted eyes return in full force. He tried to focus on any hurried steps following behind, only to find he heard a couple.

She didn’t slow her pace until they were well outside the Leaky Cauldron. By then, Ominis could feel how tight his clothes had become. His movements were very restricted, and his shoes were slightly crushing his toes.

“Sorry. I thought you had more time.” Edith apologized as they walked, turning around every so often. Ominis could hear the footsteps following behind quietly but were still a distance away.

“Perhaps we can lure them out somewhere more secluded.” Ominis thought aloud. If they could give them a clue to Anne, perhaps it was time they confronted them away from muggle eyes.

“There are a few secluded alleys around here.” Edith was unsure if that would work. The alleys here could be very tight spaces.

“It’s worth a shot.” Ominis frowned; this wasn’t a very well thought out plan, but they needed to confront these stalkers. Ominis mentally prepared himself for what would most likely be a confrontation against whoever was following.

“Follow me.” Edith whispered as she pulled him into a large alley. It was barely enough room for a fight, but not enough for too much movement. She continued to pull him down the alley when footsteps could be heard in front of them. They both came to halt as the sounds of shoes hitting wet pavement echoed throughout.

“Shit.” Edith cursed, starting to step back, but more footsteps could be heard from behind. Ominis wasn’t sure how the two before them were able to cut them off, but it appeared they had them right where they wanted.

Ominis’s wand wasn’t able to pull much details from the figures, but the two infront were clearly the ones in charge with the way they carried themselves. The much large one stood at full height looking down on Edith a few meters away.

“Can I help you?” She questioned with a tone so cold and irritated he almost feared for the one speaking to them. It slightly reminded him of all the times she spoke to him and Sebastian as the masked wizard. Her tone was always bitter and threatening, but never like this. When she had encountered them, she had this taunting air about her, like the Masked Wizard never took the both of them seriously. Here, that taunting aura was nowhere to be felt, and all that was there was a dangerously calm wizard. It was absolutely terrifying.

“Easy, little lady. We mean you no harm.” The larger man stepped forth with a condescending tone. With one step forward, Edith stepped back, putting herself between Ominis and the man. Ominis turned to point his wand back to the entrance of the alley. Two smaller silhouettes blocking the path.

"I dread the thought of how you treat those you do mean to harm."

“All we need is for you to come along with us, Ms. Winterald.” The man chuckled, causing Edith to go deathly still. He knew her real name, which Ominis could only assume was something she didn’t give out regularly. As far as most of the wizardly world was aware, Edith Winterald, child hero of Hogwarts was murdered by the Masked Wizard. Only a few were aware of the truth of that matter.

“Why would I ever follow someone like you?” Edith sneered, causing the two behind to step closer towards them. So it seemed a fight was on their hands.

“A friend of yours is dying to meet you.” He chuckled sinisterly. 

Anne.

“Right. Guess I’ll be paying them a visit then won’t I?” Edith laughed. The way she spoke didn’t sound right. She sounded as if she had gone mad for a moment.

Before Ominis could say anything, Edith casted dipulso on the two in front, blasting them backwards. The two infront, immediately went on the attack throwing a few basic casts towards him. He was easily able to block the on coming attacks. Edith focused her own attacks mostly on the two in front of her.

Ominis heard the telltale signs someone in front of him was casting the blasting curse. He quickly ready himself to move out of the way, when he realized it would hit Edith.

“Edith move!” Ominis warned as he lunged out of the way. As he moved, he quickly casted expelliarmus to one who had just hurled the fire bolt towards them. While his opponent's wand was knocked out of his hands, Ominis felt Edith get knocked back past him.

“Edith!’

“I’m fine!” She called out immediately, rolling out of the way of the oncoming attack from behind. Ominis turned to face the direction of the one in charge, having switched position with Edith. She now faced the two behind, while he was challenging the two in charge. The man wasn’t standing nearly as tall as he was before, a little more tired out now. Seemed Edith really knew how to wear out her opponent in a short amount of time.

Ominis quickly interrupted the large man’s charging lightning spell, forcing the spell to rebound on the two of them. He could feel Edith against his back, attacking the two behind. From the sounds of it, they weren’t fairing well.

He heard one of the men from behind cast Petrificus totalus, while one of the men in front of him casted confringo. As if reading each other’s mind, Edith quickly rolled out of the way, the same time Ominis had as well. The paralyzing spell ended up hitting the smaller of the two men in charge, while the blasting curse landed on the caster, knocking the two at the enterance, down from the explosion.

Edith quickly turned to the last one remaining, the one responsible.

“Should have just compiled, little girl.” The man spat towards them. He began to prepare his next attack when Edith quickly interrupted it.

“And you should’ve stayed down! Curcio!” She called out the unforgivable name. Even Ominis could see the bright neon green spell zip past towards the man before him. The dark magic immediately flooded his senses, catching him off guard. He felt his body grow cold at the sounds of the man screaming out in pain from the curse. She still used the unforgivables. He was aware of this, and yet he felt something inside him twist as the agonizing screams rang in his ears. He could barely focus on the world around, hardly hearing anything aside from the man’s pain.

Memories from a time long since passed came flooding to the surface. A pain of his own, much more muted but still ever present, came forth, shooting throughout his entire body. He could feel the sweat form on his forehead and neck. The man’s screams were no longer the screams of a grown man but a small boy. A small boy letting out a blood curdling cry from the punishment inflicted on him for not performing that very same spell. He truly thought he had overcome this; he had worked hard to make sure he was past his trauma, but every so often, the memories came flooding forward, distracting him when he needed to be focused.

“Ominis!” Edith screamed, sounding so far away. Her voice was riddled with terror; Her scared voice slowly brought him back to the current situation at hand. But it wasn’t fast enough.

“Ominis look out!” Edith’s hysterical voice broke through the haze he was currently trapped in. He abruptly felt her elbow shove him to the ground, her back brushing against his briefly before he heard it. The sound of magic slashing through flesh along with her cry out in agony.

The alley sound filled with the bitter iron smell of blood instantly, Edith’s blood. Ominis could make out, much to his horror, Edith’s figure slump to her knees clutching her right shoulder with her left hand.

It seemed one of the men at the entrance had recovered enough to continue their futile fight. Having cast the Diffindo spell while their backs were turned.

“Edith!” Ominis cried out, reaching for her. He felt warm wet blood instantly coat the palm of his hands. She was bleeding a lot, too much.

“Snap out of it Ominis! I need you!” Edith growled as she immediately stood, not steady on her feet in the slightest, and threw the blasting curse at the enemy who just threw the slicing spell. He could feel the heat from the intensity she threw that spell. Suffice to say the man was not getting back up anytime soon after. He quickly rose, turning his focus to the man in charge, the other finally freed from the paralzying curse. Ominis desperately tried to ignore Edith’s winces after every spell she threw. The smell of blood was growing more intense as the battle continued; the sounds of liquid dropping everywhere rang in his ears. They needed to finish this quickly.

Ominis quickly casted leviosa on the smaller of the two only to immediately slam him to the ground after, knocking the man out from the force of the impact. Just as Ominis did that, an energy crackled from Edith. It was powerful, and unnerving. It sent chills down his spine as it radiated from her. It wasn’t like dark magic, but it wasn’t any normal magic either. She raised her good arm high up, lifting the man’s silhouette into the air before slamming him down, and then back up only to forcibly bring him down once more. She repeated this multiple times. The magic around her pulsed with a violent energy unlike any other; he was defeated before she had even finished the attack. It was unbelievably brutal. Ominis wondered if the man was even breathing after that.

As the silence of the aftermath filtered through the alley, Ominis watched as Edith stumbled forward, losing her footing immediately.

“Edith!” he ran over, immediately catching her before she could faceplant on the hard ground. He could feel the wet touch of her blood begin to soak through his clothes on his chest. If anyone spotted them right now, it would definitely be bad. There would be no way to explain the situation.

“We need to get out of here!” Ominis moved his wand to apparate, but Edith quickly stopped him. She reached for his wand with  gestures. Barely conscious she mumbled out something sounding out of breath.

“What?” She kept trying to shove him off of her but barely had any strength to her. He barely felt anything from her push.

“Edith, please.”

“We...need...information...” She whispered, her brows furrowed. Ominis quickly turned with her in his arms to try and find something they could take. All he was able to find was an envelope with some papers inside. He hurriedly opened the letters, hoping it would give him something. He barely read the letter but did find some instructions on where they were to take Edith when she was captured. He quickly stuffed the papers in his pocket, knowing this was enough for now.

“Got something. Let's go.” Ominis alerted as he quickly scooped up her legs so Edith was secured against his chest. With a wave his wand, he focused in on Edith’s home and quickly apperated there.

The sight of her house was a blessed thing, but he feared teleportation might have been too much for her given her current state. Ominis could barely hear her breath. Her heart was even beginning to slow.

“Edith, I need you to say something.” Ominis rushed to the door, keeping her secured. The less her neighbors saw the better. The sun was beginning to set so Ominis hoped they were busy with whatever it was they did at this time inside.

“I….’m…sorry…Omi,” She breathed out softly. He couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped as he opened the door forcibly. It had been years since he heard his nickname come from her lips. It still sounded as delightful as it did back then, though the near death breathlessness was not a pleasant addition.

Making sure to close the door behind him with his foot, he moved with haste towards the stairs. Thankfully, he heard Sebastian’s footsteps fast approaching from upstairs.

“Whatever for?” he answered, attempting to keep her talking. He lowered himself to the ground, to free his hand from under her legs to check her pulse. It wasn’t steady nor beating at a normal pace. It was much slower than it should have been.

“I…shou…ldn’t have…used..” Edith's voice started to fall off, which was way more worrisome.

“Edith, stay with me!” He begged, attempting to shake her back into consciousness. His cries were only met with silence.

“Edith!”

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MY LONGEST CHAPTER YET! WOOOO!! I had fun with this one but also felt ilthere wasn't enough, so i increased the battle and stuff they did, with good reason. I hope you guys enjoyed this. Im tryna give it that dark academia/(sherlock esc) mystery feel, but i think i still need practice! Oh well!!

Have a wonderful day, and thank you for reading. Loves ya!!! ♡♡♡

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Hi!

First off I’m super sorry if this is weird or seems pressuring, 100% not the intent - I just wanted to check you were ok? Since you mentioned having thesis work to do and I know firsthand that shit’s tough, and you haven’t posted in a while. Again, sorry if it’s weird, and no need to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable, obviously. Hope all is well!

-Vex

Hi!! I can't overstate enough how touched I am; my apologies for worrying you, but I promise I'm alright, and that you're not bothering me in the slightest!

The good news: my thesis work is done! And with that has come... a whole host of life changes 😂 in the last five months I've graduated, moved ~600 miles, and gotten a new job (...and some new brainrot; I've entered my first ever Big Bang, and have a second slated!) so suffice to say, things have been busy!

I've not forgotten you lovely folk, it's simply been a positively wild ride! But I do have.... things cooking for this block, between the Phasmo fic, a Witcher fic, a (gods help me) omegaverse fic and a handful of other things, it just may take some time!

That being said, I always welcome idle conversation, asks, or drabbles; some may simply take me longer to get to than others!

(And I hope you're doing well too, Vex! I remember us both suffering through the same graduate work so here's to hoping you've had it alright too!)