#I wouldn't mind if they move it elsewhere and keep everything the same but I doubt they'll do that

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finding out they're closing muppet vision

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Our secret

Dilf! Eddie x daughters friend reader!

⚠️smut, age difference, college age reader

Y/N knew the difference between right and wrong, and she knew sneaking around with her friend's dad was majorly wrong. But how could anyone blame her? He was smoking hot, the kind of guy that ages better with time.

The day she met him she was gone for him. The way his dark eyes landed on her, and the way his lips moved up into a smile as she walked in. Lucy introduced them, and he repeated her name. She shivered when she first heard her name roll off his tongue.

She and Eddie had been sneaking around for weeks. They were very cautious at first, trying their best to make it seem like nothing was happening between them. She tried to avoid his eyes and stay collected when she talked to him with Lucy around. Lucy's mom lived in a town over, apparently a messy divorce drove Eddie as far away as he could but still in the same state to see his daughter.

Y/N met Lucy in college, and they got paired for a project. She wouldn't say she and Lucy are best friends by any means, just college friends. At least that's what Y/N told herself so she felt less guilty crawling into Eddie's bed during sleepovers.

She wasn't sure exactly how old Eddie was, and she didn't care. If he wanted a pretty young thing on his arm she'd be glad to be her.

He was attractive and everyone around him knew that. Y/N couldn't count on her fingers the number of times she got jealous over a girl's number crinkled up in the trash in his bedroom. But then she enjoyed the way his used condom landed right on it.

They never spoke about what they were, and she wanted more than anything for it to be more than sex. She wanted all the parts of him. She wanted to know his childhood, his dreams, and everything that led him to where he was now. After sex, they lay together naked and tangled up, and he tells her all about those things. Then she'd kiss him goodnight and sneak into Lucy's room before she noticed.

~~~

"Hello, Mr. Munson," Y/N greeted as she walked in. A knowing smile on her face as Eddie looked up from the kitchen counter. He was working on bills, but now his attention was elsewhere.

"Hi, Y/N," he said, when Lucy turned to close the door he sent Y/N a sly wink. She tried not to blush as she took him in. He was wearing black sweatpants and a loose muscle tank. It was very loose and she could see the tattoos and scratches she left on his chest through the sides. She absentmindedly clenched her thighs when his eyes skimmed over her.

"Alright, let's go study," Lucy said, Y/N followed behind her, looking back to send Eddie a flirty look as she disappeared down the hallway.

Eddie caught himself leaning sideways to watch her, not moving his eyes until she was gone. He smiled to himself as he looked back down to his bills.

He tried to keep his mind busy from thinking about her. It was hard having her that close and not being able to grab her and feel her sweaty body against his. He shook his head to throw out the ideas, trying to focus on the numbers in front of him.

~

"Since it's Friday, do you want to stay the night?" Lucy asked, closing the book.

Y/N got excited at the thought, knowing it would be another night of sneaking into Lucy's dad's bed.

"Definitely! I'll run home quickly to get some clothes." Y/N said, "I'll be back in like thirty minutes?"

"Sweet, I'm going to shower."

Y/N waited until she went into the bathroom before she quickly walked down the stairs. She heard the water start running and knew she was in the clear. She crept into the kitchen, a pout on her face when she found it empty.

She gasped when she felt hands on her hips and her body being spun around. She caught her breath as Eddie stood there with a smirk.

"Looking for something?" he teased, his large hands warm on her waist. She smiled and placed her hands flat on his stomach, slowly moving up as she felt his hard chest.

"Lucy is in the shower, thought I'd ask if I could sleep over, Mr. Munson?" her voice was flirty and suggestive, already making Eddie's stomach clench with excitement. This girl had no idea the power she had over him.

"I don't know. Seems that when you stay over, you girls get a little drunk and get loud. An older guy like me needs some rest." He teased, moving his hand slowly down to grip her ass. She moaned as he massaged the skin. His voice was low as he whispered into her ear, "And I know you can get loud." She bit her lip as his hand came down and cracked against her ass, then he went back to massaging the skin.

She hated how fast she was already getting wet, and she knew he knew it. He had that knowing look in his dark eyes and a smirk on his face.

"I try my best not to be!" Y/N tried to defend herself, "Your cock is just too good," she soaked in the way he groaned and reached down to adjust himself through his sweatpants.

"Such a tease," he said as he clicked his tongue. She got too impatient, reaching up as she placed her lips on his. Her hands moved up his chest and held on to the back of his neck as he kissed her back.

He moaned as her tongue slipped inside his mouth, swirling around with his as he walked forward until she was pushed against the counter. She was quick to jump and Eddie wrapped her legs around his hips. Her fingers played with the hair near his neck, gasping for air as he pulled away to kiss down her neck.

"Fuck, Eddie, that feels so good," she moaned, his lips making their way down to her chest but she cupped his face. She pulled his head back up with a smirk.

"I do need to run home before she gets out of the shower."

"Are clothes that important?" He asked, wanting to kiss her again but she held his head still.

"It is," she giggled, she gave him a soft peck and then shoved him off. He watched as she jumped down and landed on her feet. "I'll be right back."

~

Y/N looked over her shoulder, Lucy was sound asleep as she began to snore gently in her ear. Y/N quietly snuck out of bed, grabbed her bag, and slipped out of the room. She tip-toed into the bathroom, shutting the door as silently as she could.

Eddie was lying in his bed, doing nothing but waiting for her to walk in. He kept eyeing the alarm clock, Lucy fell asleep at all different times so he was stuck not knowing when Y/N would come sneaking in.

He tried his best to keep his hands away from his growing cock, his mind already reeling with ideas. He heard a soft knock on his door and his body filled with excitement. He flicked on his lamp, and his door opened.

"Oh, fuck.." he whispered to himself, his eyes scanning her body head to toe. She wore a red lingerie set. The bra pushed her breasts up in a delicious way. He wanted to sink his teeth right into the perfect skin, mark her up, and prove she was all his. Then he took in her stomach, down to her thighs and legs. The tiny pair of panties covered barely anything, and he was memorized.

"You like?" she asked, closing the door behind her as she walked towards his bed.

If his cock wasn't hard enough, it definitely was now as he watched her climb on the bed and crawled towards him.

"Oh I fucking love," he growled, quick to push her body against his mattress, easily slipping on top of her. He leaned down and pressed his lips on hers, urgently. She moaned from how desperate his kiss was like he'd been waiting all night for this. She reached up to play with his hair, loving that some pieces framed around her head as he leaned further down.

His mouth was hot against hers as his hands went wandering. She felt them on her chest, stomach, thighs, and legs. She shuttered underneath his hard and strong body as his tongue explored her mouth. She gripped his hair as she grew more desperate and horny. She whined into his mouth once she felt his hard cock, which was covered by thin tight boxers, against the insides of her thighs.

She kept one hand in his hair, tugging on it the way he loved, and the other trailed down to where he needed her touch the most. She battled his tongue as she moved her hand teasingly down his chest, her nails softly working through his chest hair. Then down to his soft stomach, she could feel her fingers smoothing over his happy trail, inches away from his hard cock that was practically leaking.

She kept teasing, her nails scraping underneath his underwear band. He growled into her mouth, biting down on her tongue as a warning. She hissed as his teeth bit down, the pain easily turning into pleasure as he sucked on her tongue. He pulled away, breathing heavily, a string of spit connected their lips together. His eyes were dark with lust and she loved that it was all for her.

It was silent as he grabbed her hand which continued to tease his boxers. He stared deep into her eyes as he moved her hand down to his throbbing and aching cock. She looked down to watch as he used her hand to palm himself, loving the way his hips bucked forward.

"Be daddy's good girl and touch him, got that?" He demanded, his voice low and stern. She moaned at his words, happily obeying as she took mercy on him and took his cock out of his boxers. Eddie sighed in relief as his cock met the air, and her warm hand wrapped around him.

"Like that, Daddy?" she purred, lifting her head up as she gazed into his eyes. She batted her eyelashes at him and pouted out her lips.

"Just like that," he moaned, leaning down to kiss her. She kept her hand moving around his cock and kissed him back. Eddie melted into her touch and kiss. Her hand worked so well on his cock, making him bite down on her lip. She knew how to touch him in ways he swore he never felt before. Not even his ex-wife whom he was with for years ever made him feel like this.

Eddie pulled away from the kiss, moaning as her hands sped up.

"Buy this for me?" Eddie asked, his hands tracing the bra strap slowly. He felt special that she wanted to look pretty for him, and he hoped he was the first and only one to see her in it.

"I went to the mall yesterday," Y/N smiled, feeling beautiful by the way his eyes soaked her in. "Saw it and knew I had to wear it for you."

"I'm glad you did. I love it so much" Eddie said through heavy breaths, her hands around his cock making his brain melt.

"Then why am I still wearing it?"

The words snapped something inside of him. She moaned when he tore the underwear off of her, her bare cunt hitting the cold air. He stood up, her touch leaving his skin. He kicked off his boxers and grabbed a condom, her eyes watched his every move. She reached forward and ripped the condo wrapper with her teeth, Eddie stared as she slipped the condom on his red and hard cock. She leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his tip, making Eddie smile at her lovingly and a light-hearted laugh.

"You drive me crazy," he whispered as he leaned down. He gave her a slow kiss as his hands reached behind her to unclip her bra. He tossed it to the floor, his lips still attached to hers.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Then she felt him slip inside of her. She gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss, his thickness stretching her open. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt like the first time. He moaned as he thrusts inside of her, the feeling of her wet walls clenching around him made him shudder.

"Fuck I love fucking this pussy. You always feel so damn good," he moaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as he pushed himself as far as he could inside of her.

She clawed at his back as he sped up, his words making her clench tighter around him.

"You always fuck me so good," she cooed in his ear, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

Eddie groaned in her ear as he sped up, his left hand moved up to grip the headboard. Y/N loved the way his balls smacked against her skin and the echos of their moans filled the space. They knew to be quiet, both trying their best to silence the screams they desperately wanted to let out.

"Fuck, babe. Already getting me close," the handjob from before and the way she was milking him.

"Yeah? Am I going to make you cum?" she asked, she moved her hand to grip his chin. She forced him to look right at her, he used his left hand to hold her hip as he drilled into her. Then used his right to rub circles on her clit.

"Oh god," she whined, keeping her grip on his chin so she could watch him fall apart as he emptied himself inside of her.

"Cum for me, Eddie," she instructed

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut as he chased his orgasm, keeping his fingers focused on her clit. He was a skilled man with years of practice, he knew how to work them both through it.

He was fast to bite down on her shoulder as he came inside the condom. He gave a few shuddered and sloppy thrusts as he worked through his orgasm.

He pressed kisses to the mark his teeth left behind. He slowly slipped himself out of her, keeping his eyes on her.

He took off his condom and tossed it in the trash

"I didn't forget about you, gorgeous." He smirked as he grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders. She covered her mouth with her hand as his tongue swirled her clit and he shoved three fingers inside of her.

She used her other hand to grip his curls as he sucked on her clit. She could feel her stomach tightening as his fingers slipped in and out of her.

"Eddie," she moaned, her stomach feeling tight. His mouth worked perfectly on her clit as she yanked his hair.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me." He said as he pulled his mouth away for a moment. Then he went back to sucking her clit as hard as he could.

She accidentally let out a loud moan, Eddie was quick to cover her mouth as she continued to moan into his palm. Her thighs shook as she felt herself cumming, Eddie kept his lips and fingers in place as he looked up to watch her. Her back arched and he fought to keep his hand on her mouth to silence her sounds.

He worked her through her orgasm, pulling away slowly as her body came down from its high.

Eddie sucked his fingers clean and moved up her body. A pleased smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

~~~

Eddie pulled up to the campus, putting his car in park as he waited for his daughter and Y/N to walk out.

He looked when his passenger door opened, and Lucy jumped in the seat. But Y/N wasn't behind her.

"Y/N coming? Or does she have another ride?" Eddie asked, hoping his question sounded like a dad question.

"She's coming, just talking to Jake." Lucy said as she buckled her seat belt

Eddie gripped the steering wheel as he felt jealousy run through him. "Who's that?"

Then he saw her and he guessed Jake walking towards the car.

"Some guy that has been after her for weeks." Lucy shrugged. "He's pretty cute."

"He's alright," Eddie said as he rolled his eyes. He tried to hold back his growl as Jake placed his hand on her back.

The back door opened and Eddie could hear the ending of the conversation.

"Don't be afraid to reach out and call me. And I'll see you Friday at the party." Jake said as Y/N slid into the car.

"Alrighty. Bye Jake," Y/N said, trying her best to sound polite as she closed the door.

"Hi, Mr. Munson," Y/N said, a smirk playing on her glossy lips. But he didn't say anything, he just started to pull away. Y/N tried to ignore the pain she felt as he ignored her but moved past it.

The car was pretty quiet, it was clear Eddie was annoyed with something but Y/N didn't know what. She said goodbye as she got out of the car as he pulled into her driveway.

~

She waited until it was later in the evening to call him, but he didn't answer. She tried a few times, but he never picked up.

She shrugged it off and moved on for the night. Trying to catch some sleep.

~~~

She hadn't gotten to talk to Eddie in two days. He never picked up when she called and the few times she was over at his house, he was gone.

She felt like he was avoiding her and it pained her.

It was Friday night and she knew she wasn't going to the party. She already planned to bail out, knowing Lucy had other friends at the party to look out for her. She planned to sneak over to see Eddie since Lucy would be gone for hours, but she wasn't sure if she would be welcomed.

But she also wanted to see him, so she showed up anyway.

She knocked on the door, knowing he was home as his car was parked in the driveway. She smiled as he opened the door, a beer in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his eyes slightly heavy, telling her he had been drinking for a while.

"I wanted to see you. What's wrong?" She asked as she walked through the door.

"Thought you wanted to see Jake," Eddie said, slightly slurring his words as he closed the door. He turned around to face her, watching as she stepped forward and held his face in her hands.

"Are you drunk?" She asked, her eyes examining his face.

"Why aren't you with Jake?" He asked, his voice starting to sound angry as he pushed her hands off of him.

"Because I don't want to be! I'm here with you. You wouldn't answer my calls and you were gone the times I came over. I'm worried about you." She explained, her eyes soft.

"I'm a grown man, you don't need to be worried about me." He scoffed, walked past her, and walked into the kitchen. She was close behind, watching as he grabbed another beer.

"Eddie, talk to me. Why have you been avoiding me?" She asked. He cracked open the beer and took a long sip.

"I've just been busy," he shrugged. But they both knew it was a lie. He felt pathetic, to be honest. Here he was drinking his sorrows away all because he was jealous. Jealous over some guy, some stupid college boy. A boy that was years younger than him made him that insecure. But also made him angry. He didn't have a right to be jealous because Y/N was never labeled as his.

"If you don't talk to me, I'm going to leave." She threatened. "Tell me what's wrong, what's wrong with us?" She asked, softly removing the beer from his hands and setting it on the table.

"Doors right behind ya," he said, grabbing the beer from the table and taking another sip.

"Eddie, stop," she pleaded, she tried not to let her emotions show but she was getting nervous. She didn't want to leave and she didn't want him to want her to leave.

"Jake's probably waiting for you," he spat, roughly hitting her shoulder as he walked past her. He was heading for his bedroom and she was quick to follow.

"Can you act like a fucking adult? Are you jealous of Jake or something?" She asked

He stopped in his tracks, his body slightly hitting hers as she didn't expect to stop.

"Jealous of what? As far as I'm concerned we fuck and that's it. So if you want to screw college boys, I could care less."

"It seems like you do care. That's why you are acting like a damn teenager!" She fought back.

"Trust me, I don't care enough about you to care." He growled, but as the words left his lips he felt the immediate regret. "I didn't mean that"

Y/N scoffed and turned around. Heading for the front door but now Eddie was quick to follow her, grabbing her arm and pressing her against the wall. His beer was forgotten and shattered on the floor.

"Baby, you know I didn't mean that. I'm sorry." He pleaded, his breath strong of liquor.

She pushed him off, a ball of anger in her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm here with you" a finger stabbed into his chest, "I don't like Jake nor would I ever like anyone else. I've committed myself to you for months. Yeah, he asked me out, did I go? Hell no because I wanted to be with you. But maybe I should have gone with him, at least then I'd be with someone who cared more about what's between my legs." She spat as she shoved his chest and opened up the door.

"Y/N, wait just stop." He said as he chased after her. But she slipped into her car. He begged her through the window as she started her car.

"You're right. I'm acting like a child and I'm so fucking sorry. Can you please come inside so we can talk?" He begged

"You had your chance to talk," she said, then she reversed out of his driveway.

~~~

It was as if the script flipped. Eddie spent hours trying to call her, but none were answered. He didn't blame her, he was an idiot and said shit he didn't mean.

He hadn't heard from her all weekend. Now it was Monday and he just wanted to see her.

He sat up as the front door opened. He smiled as Lucy walked in, and his heart sped up when Y/N walked in behind her.

"Hi Dad," Lucy greeted as she took off her shoes.

"Hi, and um hi Y/N," Eddie said, his voice a little nervous.

She didn't say anything, just smiled. Eddie watched as they made their way up to Lucy's room. He desperately wanted Y/N to look over her shoulder but she never did.

~

Hours passed and Y/N was packing up to go home. She didn't plan to sleep over for a while, the sting was too fresh.

She was glad she drove to school today so she didn't have to ask Eddie to drive her home. She said goodbye to Lucy and walked downstairs. Eddie didn't seem to be around, which she was thankful for.

She made it out the front door and felt relieved. But then she looked up and saw Eddie leaning against her car.

"Not letting you leave until we talk," he said, his arms crossed. She rolled her eyes and hated the way his arms were distracting.

"We can't talk right here, Lucy could easily see us," Y/N said, hoping her argument would get him to leave.

"Fine, let's go for a drive," he said, walking over to the passenger side.

She mumbled some words and unlocked the car. She was silent as they got in, starting the car and reversing out. She drove a little bit down the street and then pulled off to the side.

"I don't understand what you want from me," she said honestly. "The sex is good, our conversations are good. And this whole time I believed it was going to lead to something real, something more than sex. And then you get jealous and tell me you don't care about me."

Eddie nodded as she repeated his words back to him. And now that he was sober, he realized just how stupid he truly sounded.

"Look, I was talking stupid and acting immature. I was jealous and I got drunk. Then I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

"You aren't supposed to be stupid and immature! You're older, Eddie. You're a fucking man and you treated me just like every boy I've ever met. You're supposed to know better and you're supposed to know how to treat me and not..." She sniffled as she felt herself tearing up. "Not break my heart."

She felt his warm hand land on her thigh and he squeezed it gently. She turned to look at him, a tear rolling down her face. He gently wiped it away.

"You're right, and you've always been right. And I hope you can believe me when I say that I want more than sex. I want to be together and go on dates. I want to take you out and have a relationship that exists outside of my house. I have strong feelings for you and I'd like to make this up to you." He spoke with such care and regret. She would have believed him if he lied, but she felt like he really meant it. His eyes held so much emotion and his hand shook her thigh.

"You sure you want this? I want a real relationship, with trust, loyalty, and commitment."

"I want everything with you," he said without missing a beat. "I want you." He said softly as he leaned in.

"You have me," she said, pressing her lips against his.

~~~

After that night things were moving forward. In no way were they going to tell Lucy yet, but they began to go on dates. Do things that normal couples do. Since they admitted their feelings for each other the sex got better, making it harder to keep quiet and make it fast. They started checking into hotel rooms, allowing themselves to spend the night together wrapped in each other's arms.

~

"You ever been here before?" Eddie asked as he pulled out her chair.

Y/N looked around the small bar, a live band playing on stage.

"Never!" Y/N said, watching as he stood at the table.

"I'll tell you a secret," he said, leaning down, his face inches from hers. "I used to play here in high school with my band." He smiled as her eyes lit up.

"You were in a band?" she asked in awe

"I was. Let me grab you a drink and I'll tell you all about it," Eddie said, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She felt like she wanted to kick her feet as he walked up to the bar. The feeling of being out in public together still made her heart race. She loved being his girlfriend and being where people could see it.

The band ended and a group of applause bounced off the walls, catching her attention slightly.

By the time she looked back at Eddie, a girl was softly touching his hand that rested on the bar.

Y/N squeezed her eyebrows together as she stared at them, the girl seemed to be older maybe around his age. Eddie moved his hand, putting it in his pocket.

But it seemed like the girl didn't want to give up there. She was moving in, her body pressed against his.

Y/N slid out of her chair, walking confidently towards her boyfriend.

"I'd advise you to back up," Y/N sneered as she crossed her arms. Eddie looked relieved and the girl glared at her.

"Who are you? An overprotective daughter?" The girl scoffed. Y/N rolled her eyes, she couldn't believe how much these older people still acted like immature teenagers.

"Girlfriend, so back the fuck off," Y/N said, pushing the girl's shoulder lightly. The girl stepped back and smiled.

"Understood," she said as she walked away.

"Daughter? Do I look that old?" Eddie joked, throwing his arm around Y/N's shoulders.

"I think I just look that young," Y/N teased back

"Let's go drink and have fun," Eddie said, "Enjoy our date."

Y/N smiled and they went back to their table. They don't have all the future details figured out, but they have each other right now and that's all that matters.

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.·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙ Roommate!Mikey Headcanons ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ .

- michael, being older, didn't necessarily need a roommate

- but he felt like it might be a bit more enjoyable to live with someone else, especially in a foreign city like london, where he was relocated for the label

- but everyone in the band already had someone staying with them and he wasn't famous enough yet to the point where living with a stranger was off-limits

- so he started hunting for one

- it took about a week of searching until he stumbled across someone on tumblr who'd been talking about needing a roommate in the area of london he needed

- that person was you

- at that point, he felt like he had no luck elsewhere, so he immediately messaged the blog and when he got an answer, he was relieved to find the spot hadn't been filled.

- but he didn't know who he was rooming with, and knowing this wouldn't be smart, he scrolled through your tumblr

- "shit, she's hot.." he muttered to himself as he clicked on some of the photos to enlarge them.

- he had not a doubt in his mind he was making the right decision in moving in.

- you, of course, didn't exactly put all your faith into a random tumblr user called "cliffoconda"

- so you set up a meeting at a shopping center

- he suggested you meet outside the CEX, a game store on the second floor

- "how will i know who you are?" "look for the highlighter hair." "...huh?" - when you arrived at the store, awkwardly staring down at your phone as you tried to act busy, you immediately spotted the red hair.

- so that's what he meant. - fighting embarrassment in front of so many people, who had much better things to do than watch you, you stepped in front of the boy and introduced yourself.

- "hi, are you michael?... i'm y/n!" "yeah, it's nice to meet you!..."

- he had a cheeky smile and a playful air to him which you didn't anticipate based on his appearance, and after a bit of perusing around the shop and listening to him talk about his hobbies and himself and why he was searching for an apartment, you were settled on the idea that Michael would be your new roommate.

.·:·.✧ Living with him! ✧.·:·.

- he's not the cleanest guy

- he tries for sure, but it bugs you a great deal

- you were kinda introverted to begin with, so when it turned out that he didn't like going outside and didn't enjoy too much socializing either, it was a sweet relief

- your electricity bill is through the roof, though

- he teaches you how to play all of his favorite games and expects you to do the same— it's how he bonds

- he's an extroverted introvert, though!

- he screams. he shouts. he yells.

- everything is dramatic, but hey, that makes for a pretty good gossip partner.

- "so my friend broke up with her boyfriend today and not even two hours after— she posted THIS with his BROTHER." "oh my fucking god, wait lemme see..."

- and he's got a surprisingly great memory, so he'll bring up the past drama you told him about when that same person is mentioned again

- he's guilty of bringing people home— especially fans, i fear

- but you and him have this deal between each other that if the other person is being obnoxiously loud or disrupting something important, you can humiliate them

- you were being kept up with the sound of his headboard banging against the wall and the obnoxious noises of some girl he took home only to relieve stress when you finally broke. "michael, how's the wart on your ass doing?! has the doctor fixed it yet?!" the sound of silence fell immediately over the apartment until you heard him chuckling as he shouted back, "it's doin' better! doc says it should be gone by february!" and you know for a fact that girl is completely uninterested now.

- that's not to say that he doesn't do the same for you.

- in the middle of your alone time with your partner, you both were interrupted by the sound of very loud— very fake moans from his room. "y/n! Y/N! Oh my god!—" "We get it!!"

- he's suggested getting a pet but you both can't keep an animal alive

- so he gets a furby named Blue

- he's very serious about it.

- "y/n, did you feed him today?" "uhm.. i think so!" "you think— what do you mean, 'you think?' are you trying to starve our son?!"

- he brings the boys over all the time but is super respectful about when you need alone time to study or work

- he also makes sure to buy you snacks and drinks as a way to repay you for all the inappropriate jokes you'll overhear

- "sorry you had to see calum dry-humping me, that wasn't very cool." "i don't even like this flavor." "i don't like calum pretending to fuck me, but he did. take the candy." "ooookay." (inspired by calum being a freak on the twitcams)

- he's very sweet though

- he's very lazy too

- he hates the idea of chores, but bribing him with a new game, stealing his guitar, or even holding Blue hostage will give him motivation.

- "woah, woah, woah, put the furby down and no one gets hurt!" "do the dishes." "but—" "do... the dishes." "you monster..." "you think i wanna hurt my son? you made me do this."

- the neighbors think you guys are married with kids.

- he's got a touchy habit.

- if you're on the couch, so is he and he's laying on you.

- you're bending over to grab something off the floor? he's smacked your ass.

- he's not safe either, though. you cuddle him while he plays video games or when he's playing guitar

- it isn't until one day when you're comforting him after he's having a low day, rubbing his back on the bathroom floor as he just cries, his depression affecting him more than normal, when he makes the call to ash saying that he can't imagine spending his life with anyone else but you.

[captjprice]

John Price x Medic!Reader

a/n: this fic sucks honestly. i had to rewrite it THREE times. its so rushed im sorry. next smut WILL be better.

warnings: smut, p in v sex, fingering, quickie, on the desk, poor desk, exhibitionism??, light dom/sub, Price is so sweet,

When Price saw you for the first time, he could barely get the words out of his mouth to greet you. He was in total awe of you, your pretty face and your cute figure. How had such a sweetheart been assigned to treat him? He couldn't help but smile as you spoke sweetly to him. "Please, sit down, Captain."

Price knew the way you acted and spoke wasn't meant to elicit such a reaction from him— You were simply a bubbly personality. Yet, something nagged him with the thought that you knew exactly what you were doing. He tried to push those thoughts, (and many others), aside. Especially in moments like when you tended to the wound on his bare chest, and he could see your cheeks flushing from the close proximity. It made him grin, and shift his position to hide the hard-on growing in his pants.

He knew he had to do something about it, because the mutual attraction between the both of you made every room hot and humid. And he couldn't just keep satisfying himself with a quick palming under the desk.

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You sat in the treatment facility, chatting around with Tara, one of the other medics on base. It wasn't often you had time to chat, but the business had died down. Just when the topic of the Captain came up, he walked through the door. He usually did so daily around the same time, claiming he had 'orders' to check up on you, but you knew better.

You also knew that the way he looked at you wasn't just friendly. Couldn't have been. Tara watched with a sneaky smile, then headed off to treat one of the soldiers, Antonio, in the next room. Tara obviously knew about the two of you, you could cut the tension with a knife.

Price walks in, obviously trying to look casual as he stepped closer to you. You bat your lashes at him, and he quirks up a brow in amusement. "What's with you, love? Lookin' at me like that?" He muses, brushing a piece of stray hair behind you ear. "What? Like what?" You tease, tilting your head. "Little devil," He mutters under his breath before clearing his throat. "Listen, sweetheart. Gotta talk to you. In my office, it's important."

The way he says it makes you worry, like you've done something wrong. "Oh, everything okay?" You ask, furrowing your brows together. He nods, just making a motion for you to follow him, and you do just that. "Everything's alright, just wanted to have a talk, yeah?" He says, and you answer with a hum. He lets you into his office with a mutter of 'lady's first,' then sits down at his desk with a groan.

"Alright, love. I know there's no beating around the bush about it, so i'll say it. You're.. distracting." His words cause your eyes to widen, and you clear your throat. "What?" You blurt. "I don't know if you even realize it, but you drive me up the wall sometimes, touching me and talking all sweet." He mutters, light frustration lacing his tone. Your cheeks turn red, and you just stare at him. You were flirting with him, obviously. But you didn't think he'd get so.. bothered by it.

"I mean it. And i'd like to take you out sometime, if you'll have me." He finished, standing up and walking over to you. "Hm?" He hummed. You snapped out of your daze, nodding along. "Oh, yeah. Yes. I'd love that." You mumbled, mind totally elsewhere as his hand cupped your chin. "You're such a pretty lass," He mused, leaning closer. His gaze flickered to the door, making sure it was fully closed. You practically melted into his grip, whispering a shy "Thank you," back to him.

He finally decided to make a move if you wouldn't, leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was sloppy and needy, like he didn't care about taking his time. He pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, staring at you lovingly. "You do want this? Right?" He whispered, making sure he wasn't acting out on a whim here. You nod, cheeks flush. He also nods, his lips pecking yours chastely before moving down your jaw, all the way to your collarbone.

His hands fiddled with the top of the nurse uniform, unbuttoning it and sliding it off as quickly as he could. He needed you, and he was making it real obvious. You whine as he kisses down your cleavage, sucking a dark mark right between your breasts. The noise makes him grin, and he pulls back to hoist you up, placing you on the desk. His lips are back on your skin, his hands absently fiddling to unclip your bra. When he's finally able to toss it to the side, he groans. You were so beautiful, and he was going to absolutely ruin you. "You're perfect, love. Absolutely perfect, and all for me." He says quietly, his mouth running over your breast and toying with your nipple.

A whimper leaves your mouth, and your thighs press together as a shameful reminder of your arousal. "Someone will hear," You manage to say as John continues to grope you. "So?" He says lowly, pushing you further back on the desk, not even turning his gaze when one of the photographs fall to the floor. His hands pull down your skirt and panties at the same time, leaving them hanging at your ankles. His hands trail over your bare thighs, making it's way to your dripping cunt. "Mmh," You whimper as he pushes your legs open, letting his fingers tease across your inner thighs. 'You're sure, right?" He asks again, and you nod. "Please," You mumble, and he obliges, letting his fingers slide across your folds. He whispers out a curse as he feels just how wet you are, and his thumb flicks across your clit. You squirm, your legs jolting a little from the sudden touch. Without warning, he pushes two fingers inside of you.

You let out a shameful moan, and you hope to god nobody is outside of his office right now. "John," You whisper absentmindedly, squirming as he begins to pump his fingers into you. "Fuuuck, you're tight. Can't wait to have you clench around me like that." He whispers, his free hand squeezing your breast. You don't reply— You're too lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you, holding onto the desk like your life depends on it. The pressure and arousal builds, and you throw your head back, trying to grab onto Price's wrist so maybe he'll slow down, but he just slaps your hand away.

"Mmh, close, I.." You whine, and he just shushes you. "I know, love. You're doing so well, aren't you?" He whispers, only speeding up. The pitch of your moans get higher, and his hand comes up to caress your cheek. He can tell you're about to come undone— His hand places itself over your mouth to muffle the loud noise when you do. Your legs tremble, and he continues to pump his fingers through your orgasm. He removes his hand when you've quieted down, placing a little kiss to your forehead. "You did so good, sweetheart. That was only to get you ready." He mumbles, unbuckling his belt.

Despite how quick it all was, he was so caring. "You okay, love? Think we can continue?" He asked sweetly, caressing your knee. After a moment of heavy panting, you nod. He unzips his pants, stepping closer and pulling himself out of his pants. Fuck, he was huge. He took his cock in his hand, pumping himself a few times. "Oh, am I gonna enjoy this.." He mused, letting his tip slide along your folds. You whimpered, sick of the teasing. "John, please.." You whispers. He grins lazily, placing his tip at your entrance. Slowly, Price pushes himself inside of you, careful to not hurt you. "You're doing so good, lovely." He cooed, his thumb rubbing circles onto your hips.

He stopped when almost fully in, giving you a moment to adjust. "You just let me know when you're alright, hm?" He hums, staring down at you. You nod after a minute, and he slowly starts moving. You've never felt so full, you're sure of it. Your eyes flutter closed as you take in the sensation, and his thumb continues to rub circles onto your hips. "You feel even better than I expected, love." He groans, speeding up a little. You know you should be quiet— It's his office and if you get caught you'll both have a big problem. But he's so big, and you can't help but let a few moans spill from your mouth. "F-.. Oh, fuck, John, faster..-" You whine out, your hand finding his shirt and trying to pull him closer.

"Mmh, you'll have to be quiet." He grunts, speeding up to a pace that's almost animalistic— The hand that was rubbing your hips are gripping now, his fingers digging into your plush skin as he thrusts into you. Your noises only get louder along with the sound of skin slapping on skin. "Fuck," He moans, reaching forward to place his hand over your mouth again when you get too loud for his liking. You're close, you can feel that same pleasure building in your lower abdomen. When Price leans forward to bite into your shoulder to stifle his own sounds, you come undone, your legs wrapping around his waist as you practically see stars.

It doesn't take him long to come after that, lazily thrusting into you a few more times before he bottoms out in you, coming inside. Your legs twitch, and you let out a soft whine. "John.." He pulls out, panting heavily. "Fuck, you're amazing. Heavensent, love." He whispers to you, leaning forward to give you a chaste kiss. "You alright?" Price asks, noticing you just hazily looking at him. You nod, and he grins. "Mmh, how about you head to my quarters and step into the shower, yeah? I'll join you in a moment." He says sweetly, and you nod again, pulling up your panties and skirt on wobbly knees.

[metorea]

HP boys as Hozier Songs

All characters aged up + smut & fluff separated

Harry: Like Real People Do

♡ Harry has always felt alienated from others. That is, until he met you.

♡ You have always made him feel like a real person. Like he existed beyond his reputation as the boy who lived. To you, he was no one but Harry.

♡ “We should just kiss like real people do” Harry finds a home in you that he's never had anywhere else. When things seem impossible you are a light at the end of the tunnel, a persistent reminder that sooner or later, it will all be okay.

♡ You were so beautiful that it made him want to cry. Sometimes he'd catch himself gazing at you and forgetting to breathe, entirely enraptured.

♡ This morning was one of those mornings. He'd seen horrible things the night before, being an auror and all- but you, at the counter, fumbling with eggs he assumed you'd intended to cook for breakfast… the cruelty of some wizards was lost to him in the flow of your movements.

♡ Gentle, gentle touches.

♡ He worships you and he wants you to feel it in every brush of his fingers. The bend of your elbow, the back of your knee, it was all so perfect. So magical.

♡ His hands on your hips from behind felt like worship, your gentle moans a prayer.

♡ “So good, so perfect”, He'd murmur, nose buried in the crook of your neck while other parts of him were buried elsewhere- eggs long forgotten.

Ron: Movement

♡ “When you move I'm moved” Ron watches you and is inspired by your every move. For you, he wants to be so much more than he is. You make him want to be better, smarter, stronger- all while making him feel loved just as he is.

♡ He admires you. He always has. You look to him with these big, gentle eyes and he knows at once that nothing could ever make him happier than a home with you.

♡ He dreams of a quiet life but he gets lost in your motion as well. In your excitement, your passions- it's infectious. He builds his life around you and he doesn't mind one bit; he never could.

♡ He shows everything he feels for you that he can't articulate in every move he makes inside you.

♡ Your hands pinned above your head and his face flushed, he's determined to be the best he can be for you.

♡ It's wild, it's passionate, just like the two of you. The fire of his hair matches the fire of his heart as he trails bite marks and kisses down every bit of you that he can reach.

♡ The room grows warm with the fervent way he moves, not that you'd ever dream of complaining. You love it, every bit of it- your legs wrapping around his hips to drive him impossibly further

Cedric: Would that I

♡ Cedric loves every bit of you, in all your duality and ever shifting parts. If anything, it makes him love you more. And you do the same.

♡ He's a consistent man. He likes things to stay the same. His schedule, his plans- but you wreck them every time. You blow in like a breeze from the sea and he watches as you tear up all he thought he knew, smiling all the while.

♡ And God, he loves it.

♡ He would never dream of taming you, of trying to control you. The wildness is what he yearns for, it keeps him alive.

♡ He'd never try to tame you. Except when you're beneath him. That, is a different story entirely.

♡ He knows how powerful you are. How smart, how driven, how dedicated- he tells you every day. This only makes it that much more enjoyable to see you fall apart the way you do for him.

♡ “Go ahead honey, let go for me.” He'd whisper, moving you up and down against his hips with strong hands.

♡ He loves relieving you. He sees you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders every day, nothing brings him more pride than affording you this release.

♡ Getting his dick wet is just a happy bonus.

Fred: Nobody

♡ “I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave”

♡Fred is mischievous, reckless, impulsive. He's a hazard, a concern, a risk. And he's content being all these things. Hell, he takes pride in the labels stuck to him by his parents, professors, and other authorities.

♡ He is certain that he will never meet anyone who can match his energy the way George does, until he meets you.

♡ You, a firecracker. You, who speaks without thinking. You, who casts jinxes like you were born to do it, faster than even he can.

♡ The first time he sees you inflate someone's ears he is in love. Absolutely head over heels heart eyes.

♡ He knew he had to have you right then. And have you he did.

♡ As recklessly as the two of you did everything else, you did this. But this was not haphazard, like the assignments you both so often failed to turn in. This was precise and messy, gentle and harsh, satisfying and yet always leaving a need for more.

♡ His lips crashed into yours and fireworks erupted in your belly. He shoved you against the wall and you hooked your fingers through his belt loops, grinning wide into the kiss.

♡ “You're gonna be the end of me, baby” He'd whisper against your lips. “Not today,” You'd reply, leaning in to kiss him again. He is more than happy to oblige you.

George: Damage gets Done

♡ Life is full of surprises, and George has always preferred to go with the flow. You have been his favorite surprise by far.

♡ He fell in love with you slowly. He fell in love with your smile first, and from the first time he saw it, it has been his personal mission to see it as many times as he possibly could.

♡ You fell into his life all at once, without any sort of warning. And as shocked as he was that he was so taken with someone, he knew at once that this was not something to be wasted. No, with you, he could not go with the flow. He could not just let things happen. By some stroke of luck you came into his life, he could not let you go.

♡ You fell into his life,

♡ And now you fall into his lap.

♡ He buries his head in your chest while you move up and down atop him, nails digging into his freckled shoulders as your head falls back.

♡ He looks away from his ceaseless kissing and sucking to look at you, taking in the art that was you falling apart for him. He'd grin at you, wrapping his arm around your waist to lean you back so he was on top once more.

♡ He'd bury himself inside of you with each thrust, nipping at all the skin he could reach before tracing a gentle hand over it, completely lost in you.

♡ Your hands tangle in his ever messy hair and he feels more purpose than he ever has before, right here, with you pressed against him.

Tom: NFWMB

♡ “Give your heart and soul to charity, because the rest of you, the best of you, honey- belongs to me.”

♡ It shouldn't come as a shock that Tom is a possessive man. You aren't just his partner, you are his. Period.

♡ “Nothing fucks with my baby” As cruel as he can be to you, he would never tolerate such behavior from anyone else.

♡ Someone glares at you, and they have been cursed. Someone dares to insult you, and it's the last words they ever say. And God help anyone who ever hurts you, really hurts you. For them, death would be merciful. You are his, and nothing hurts what belongs to him except for him.

♡ He fucks you with that same spirit of ownership. This is not necessarily a good thing- unless you're into that.

♡ He cares little for your pleasure. It doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things- you're his. You couldn't leave if you wanted to, not that you'd ever want to. Right?

♡ He fucks you to clear his head, to clear his body. You're a dumping ground, but you're his dumping ground. You're pathetic, but you're his. Perhaps that's enough. For him, that is enough. For you, it has to be.

Blaise: It Will Come Back

♡ From the first shred of kindness you showed Blaise he was weak for you. Rarely were people sweet to him the way you were without an ulterior motive. A taste of love was all he needed, and he was hooked.

♡ From then on, to pry him away from you was difficult. Though he kept his physical distance the majority of the time, his thoughts never left you.

♡ He had a reputation to keep up, but you knew what it all meant. The gifts, the letters, the looks- he was all yours. Once or twice you forgot to reply to him, and there he was the next day, outside your dormitory. Like a moth to a flame, he was, and is, drawn to you.

♡ He makes love to you like a ritual. You are a God and he is your humble servant, this is the only place in his life where he is anything but in charge. For you he is weak, he is malleable.

♡ His eyes hold a depth you drown in as he stares at you from just above, forehead pressed to yours.

♡ His thrusts are slow and steady, always sure and confident in what he's doing.

♡ His hands make quick work of you, again and again and again. He's amazingly controlled as he moves. He is locked in on you and every reaction you're giving him, completely unbothered by his own growing arousal.

♡ “It can't be unlearned, I've known the warmth of your doorway. Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you.”

Draco: To Be Alone

♡ “When you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, I feel like a person for a moment of my life.”

♡ Draco is a bad man. He knows this, his friends know this, everyone knows this.

♡ Except you. You don't seem to understand that the arms that hold you are soaked in unfathomable amounts of blood, that the eyes that stare into yours have seen unimaginable things.

♡ For this, among other things, Draco loves you.

♡ With you and you alone, he feels innocent. He feels pure for the first time since he was a child, bathed in your light and temporarily absolved of the guilt he carries.

♡ The voice that reminds him what he's done will always be there, but so will yours, always there to quiet it. He has found a sanctuary between your lips, a gift he never could have dreamt of, but something he no longer knows how to live without.

♡ Your bedroom is a sanctuary of sorts, for the same above reasons

♡ You put your mouth on him and the tension leaves him all at once. His knees nearly buckle, he has to seek support from the desk you have him backed up against.

♡ He has to stop his hips from bucking forward of their own accord, not wanting to startle you

♡ His hand moves down, stroking your cheek and tangling in your hair while you move up and down his length, staring up at him

♡ How could you ever expect him to last when you look at him like that?

[shiawasekai]

Which canon character respects your OC most? What gained that respect?

What is your OC’s ‘‘darkness moment’’ in the plot?

Is there anyone who your OC would die for?

for Nela?

You picked some tricky ones there! Thanks, now let me see...

Which Canon Character respects your OC the most? What gained that respect?

Uhmmm, if we are talking about respect, I would say Anevia. She's incredibly well-put together, cool-headed and reliable. The fact she comes from a very troubled background but has made a good life for herself too endears her to Nela. She's absolutely someone Nela relies a lot on, especially so at first when she's still getting her bearings and her opinion is one she trusts immensely.

The entire Act 1, where Nela is in a haze of fear and confusion (her memories still a muddled mess) but already putting on a strong front because they're in an obvious crisis, are definitely the starting point. Her presence is part of what allows her to stay grounded.

It's on similar grounds that she's so attached to Seelah.

What's your OC's "darkness moment" in the plot?

I guess it depends on what you consider a darkness moment... If we go from a moral standpoint, her worst is definitely pre-plot.

But you know what? There's actually a fairly hypocritical choice I consider canon for her and I think it's a good suit for this question from that perspective: she chooses to return the memories of what actually happened to the residents of Wintersun, on the logic they should hold themselves accountable and make choices based on the truth instead of relying on a mirage. No matter how hard it is emotionally.

Which superficially may seem a perfectly nice choice, but this is the woman who is absolutely in denial about her own situation. A bubble she stubbornly keeps going despite proof of the opposite being everywhere until Areelu bursts it during Act 4 when she tells the party what she did to the KC.

She's allowed to be in denial, living in a mirage to keep herself going, but the people of Wintersun? Nope, that's not allowed. Whether she realizes how much of an asshole move that was over time or not is an excellent question I haven't really considered.

If we talk about darkness from a "low emotional point" standpoint is either that same Act 4 scene or the aftermath of Mythic Rank 9.

Is there anyone who your OC would die for?

I wouldn't say exactly that Nela would ever die for someone, at least not someone who isn't herself.

Let me explain: she would choose to willingly die for someone's sake, yes, but on the grounds Nela couldn't stand to be the person that would do otherwise.

This ties back to the Incident: when (simplifying the events a lot, I've talked about it more elsewhere) as a young teenager with barely any training, she found himself with the choice to let a bunch of slaves suffer some horrible fate and actually take part on it or risk her life (and almost certainly die if caught, as everyone around her was more than powerful enough to just kill her on the spot) to meddle with the ritual and buy enough time to get help.

I always say that one choice is foundational to who she became afterwards (and why she settles for the angel mythic path): it's the moment she defeats the metaphorical demon in her shoulder that had been taking over until then.

Essentially, what I mean is that's a choice she would make again. She won't let herself be participant of horrors such as those, even if it means dying in the process. Who is the person suffering doesn't matter at the end of the day, it's about staying true to who she wants to be.

This doesn't mean she's a saint who will go and just everything for any little injustice, mind you, she's still a pragmatic woman who picks her battles. We are talking about extreme situations here, but then dying for someone is quite the extreme premise.

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Police Officer

Part:I|II|III

Characters: Johnny, Sissy

Warning: cannon typical violence, stalking, blood mention, gun shot mention, slight NSFW, I am not responsible for what you read

Gender: gender neutral, m4f, m4m, m4n

A/N: Part two lol. Hope you enjoy

Masterlist

Johnny Sawyer:

•You said your a what? A cop? Cool..

•Pretends he didn't stalk you, and that he didn't already know

•Brings you flowers/chocolates into the police office everyday, mostly just to see your angry face when the receptionist not so secretly hits on him

•He doesn't exactly want you working there in fear of you speaking about what happens, however Nancy convinces him that its best to have someone on the inside just incase someone escapes and a case begins being built upon them

•Will sit next to you for hours taking care of you if you got hurt

•It doesn't matter if its just a bruise, if anyone gives you shit about your chores, he is not afraid to start throwing hands

•Will brag about you to anyone and anything that will listen, and if its a victim, he will make sure to spice up everything you've ever done to other victims to scare them into staying downstairs

•If you get shot, you can forget about moving for the next 3 or so weeks

•I'm not kidding, if this man could breathe for you, he would

•Wouldn't mind you not eating the human meat, however he will relentlessly tease you.

•"Aww, tha' big bad cop can't stomach human meat?"

•This is just a single rendition of what he says

•Also very into bondage, so expect to have your own cuffs used on you

•It will take a lot of convincing for him to allow you to take control in general, however its even harder to get him to allow you to cuff him

•His ego is too big, just convince him that you will never hold it against him, and that he is no less of a man and you're good to go

Sissy Sawyer:

•Least accepting of your job

•At least for the first few months of knowing her anyways, after she trusts you, she will trust you to keep at least just her safe

•Loves doing your makeup for work, if you'll let her

•If you get shot, you are never leaving again

•I am so fucking serious, she is never leaving your side again, and if that means you can't go to work, then so be it

•When her and the family are killing, she try's to keep you away from it, but at the same time she wants to see you sprayed with blood

•Won't force feed you the meat, but she will put it near your mouth until you open it,then shove it in and hold your mouth shut for a few seconds

•Just don't swallow if you don't want to, she'll let go eventually and you can spit it out

•Is a firm believer of, "You'd like it if you didn't know what it was."

•Loves watching you undress, and has even asked to try your uniform on

All rights reserved, I do not allow for my work to be posted elsewhere unless given permission by me. If you want to write this idea in your own image, go ahead, but if you want to you can credit me, I would like to see your ideas. You can reblog if you would like as well, just do not copy and paste my work and call it your own.

[guy-with-the-sleeping-princess]

Hero of the Historia *:･ﾟ✧

I may have been crafting my own Link build behind the scenes with the help of @r4vioandrupees, @serysem, and others within discord so hopefully you enjoy him! I'll place him under a cut so everything doesn't make your dash too overcrowded

(Original build/concept art)

He also has glasses he is supposed to wear which i wouldn't have thought to add till later thanks to @hyruledwarriorr

(Glasses art + doodle of him in them)

The hero of the Historia takes place as the Link, known here as Link Dotour, after the Hero of Twilight and thus firmly places him on the child timeline. Despite being needed in Hyrule he originated from Termina as a relative, or descendant, of both Kafei and Anju thanks to "The Grasshopper" as our Link knows him. Seeing as he grew up in Termina and not Hyrule (until the age of 7 or so for reasons) he moreso heard of The Hero of Time by the nickname his great aunt Romani called him by.

Despite the triforce of courage being drop shipped to Termina he eventually moved to Hyrule along with his godmother,she spoke of the Hero of Twilight as the Rancher she once knew. With that he was gifted a cat, Seraphina, to keep him company despite moving farther away from any family he knew besides her.

But in doing so he was gifted with the catalyst to his first quest at 7 years old as she would eventually run and get lost within the same woods the rancher once explored and find a mansion built over the temple of time. Within it he would find a decayed form of the Master sword he kept calling "Miss Fi" as she could talk to him in glitchy spurts, a key instrument, the Temporal Trumpet, and the corrupted forms of Twinrova. (this adventure's style is supposed to be JRPGMaker horror a-la Mad Father or The Witch's House) The Master Sword would end up decayed thanks to time. Keep this in mind as this will be a running theme.

(The Temporal Trumpet + A list of features and notes, the rifts only happen in his 3rd adventure)

His second adventure did not happen till he was 14, giving him time to rest and hope he was done with all the revivals and visions, as you would have seen on the last adventure, every continue was canon as he died but never stayed dead as to make sure he would not fail. As for the visions, Hylia sent him clips of the past, and future, heroes of every branch to catalog and let him learn from their mistakes.

(The Swords of his adventures + misc daggers he keeps hidden on him)

The Second adventure would catch him off guard at a carnival when Vaati decided to come back to play around, letting him fall into were the Magic Sword of the Hero of Hyrule was kept. In doing so it led him to a maze of underground caverns controlled by the wind and hidden safes of the last two pieces of the triforce. With them down there it led the two on a mad chase to get to get to each piece first which resulted in Link eating the pieces right in front of Vaati so he could not swipe them. Alongside his escapades this is also where his Zelda comes in (as designed by @individualperson8756), searching for him as to make sure the king couldn't due to a useless war with a nation not even on any heroes radar. The King wanted him as a trophy piece, to bolster their bark in a way, but Zelda knew the kind was out of his mind and Link was needed elsewhere, albeit not eating ancient relics, Despite that she was an enemy at the start until she could get it through his head that she was trying to save him from a common one. He also acquired two key items, the Loft Wing to glide with the cavern's winds and the Breeze Baton, which should look familiar, to control them for himself (This adventure's style is supposed to be a more classical LoZ game in the vein of Minish Cap)

(Loft Wings + Breeze Baton concepts and notes)

His Third adventure happens a close while after at 15, but he turns 16 during it, seeing as it is his latest it is still a work in progress with the item still being unnamed but i do still have some information laid out. It would be more of a D&D inspired party system adventure including a friend he picked up in his second adventure and his Zelda. They would also be going up against a broken down Ghirahim alongside him switching out the sword + Shield style for a dual-wielding sped up style of combat, that would remain his style for the rest of his time as an adventurer. Seeing as it is more of a party game he would be bringing many of his past items with the Temporal Trumpet causing them to chase Ghirahim throughout the timeline and through the battles Demise's curse brought onto the Hero's Spirit until finally getting to end him with Miss Fi.

I also do have an idea for a section where Chronicle, his Zelda, gets the party thrown in jail for starting a fight but of course it is still in the starting idea/concepts phase.

Seeing as there are Party Mechanics and Link doesn't use as many magic items as he does melee, he would instead use an item that boosts others' magic and their abilities as seen here for the 3rd adventure's new Key Item.

(Unnamed item concept + notes, the other eye color in the lower gem belongs to @r4vioandrupees' Link Legacy)

That is all the Information/concepts i have on him for now! if you need any more or would like to ask anything please let me know! He is still very much a work in progress as you can see so please excuse any of the gaps in the stories or data ^^' and thank you for reading to the end!

[werezmastarbucks]

6. You fucked up

part 6 out of 8

word count: 1077

"You fucked up", you concluded. You watched Barry carefully take the bottle away and move it further on the table. Then he smiled sweetly.

"I did, big time", he made a circle movement with his finger, "wasn't supposed to be like that. I thought I'd go one day earlier just to think about it better, to come up with a plan. And probably yeeted myself into a different world altogether. Do you even have a Superman here?"

You giggled.

"Yeah. And the Justice League. And Batman. And the Flash".

"You're not mad at me?" he asked.

You checked yourself and couldn't find any madness.

"I should've understood it was... a different you", you said. Barry put his head on his hands and almost fell on the table, looking at you like a puppy.

"How?"

"I mean, smiling at me when coming home? Wild".

He rose again.

"What? You're the best person in the world. Why wouldn't I smile at you?"

You sighed. This Barry seemed... more innocent?

"Why did you flinch when he took your arm?" he asked slowly.

You shrugged.

"It's been strange lately, we've been fighting about everything for months now".

Suddenly you felt ashamed, like you both used each other. Truth was, you were just so happy that he came home for once, without a complaint to mount on you, that you forgot caution.

"Why? I mean, how?" he opened and closed his mouth several times.

"Don't you know? Kara, and the journalists, and my work, and just... life..."

"Who's Kara?"

"You don't have Supergirl?"

Barry made a face.

"Supergirl?"

"Yeah. Don't we have the same problems in the other universe?" you felt stupid even asking. This morning, your mind was elsewhere completely. You wouldn't even consider a fucking multiverse. Now you were wondering if somewhere out there, there were happier Y/N and Barry.

Barry said,

"Uuuuhhhhh..."

The light was slowly turning to evening. You thought of tea.

"Well. You see. At home, at my universe, we, uh, are not dating yet".

You felt words snaking on your tongue. You didn't know the other you. But the resources this Barry had for you were almost eternal, it seemed. No wonder he was so hungry.

"You're not... we're not... and you came here to fuck me anyway?"

"Uhm... if you put it like this, it does sound manically, I admit, but the...." he was choosing his words very carefully, "the purpose of my visit was not that. I didn't expect you to... ugh... love me back, you know". And he nodded, as if patting himself on the back for the good response.

You reached for the bottle again, not breaking the vindictive eye contact with him. He looked back at you loyally, the way he hadn't looked at you for ages now. It hurt that today, Barry was already so jaded by this relationship that he usually gave you the tired look, the look of Barry who has had a fight with a stranger, at ten pm, while walking alone in the city.

"How did we get together by the way?"

"I'd rather not say", you mused. "Maybe we shouldn't".

He was struck by that.

"Why not? Whatever the circumstances, we can work it out. I love you. It's so easy to look for compromise when you love each other".

You hummed, suddenly almost brough to tears.

"Ever since the kidnapping you've been angrier than usual. You're angry with Bruce, for not providing enough security, with the people, with Kara, with Clark, with everyone. With me. With random people who get noisy at the bar. It's like it's too tiring for you to care for me".

"Wait, what kidnapping?"

"Bruce had warned you", you shrugged, "and me. That it's a, you know, high-profile secret".

The ghosts of words dropped by Wayne some months ago echoed in Barry's mind.

"Justice League has a lot of enemies".

He watched you for some time.

"And so what, he decided that it takes too much to keep his girl safe?" he said, with indignation.

You looked him in the eye.

"You did".

"No", he shook his head, "no, no. This Barry - this me, something fucked him up. Does he hurt you?"

"Leave it alone, Barry".

He took your hands.

"If it's really me, I will find it in myself to fix it. Just so you know, I loved you from the moment you let me sit with you in the cafeteria for the first time. When you said you're about to vomit, and we switched trays. That was when it struck me that I need to spend my life with you".

"Now I'm crying", you grumbled, crossly. His hand caressed your face.

"It's going to be okay. I'll show him where the sun don't shine. He has no right to treat my girl like that".

The door slammed again, and Barry stood from the table, chest forward, jaws clenched, his dark hair on his eyes, making him look like a literary character that you could dream up, but never have in reality.

But your Barry ran swiftly into the kitchen, ruffled up, eyes on his forehead, breathing through his mouth. He was in his costume.

"They're already coming. You have a costume?"

Barry was taken aback.

"Uh, no, when I came here it just diss-".

"Boring. You can take my old one, it's at the base. Let's go".

He looked at you, at your face, pale with the confusion, and the bottle. He gave you a little kiss on the cheek.

"Don't leave the house, neither tonight, nor tomorrow. I'll text you".

He grabbed the other Barry's hand, and then you finally saw the difference between them: the old one, he was decisive, dark-faced, hurrying. The Barry from the future looked lost.

"Let's go!"

And they were gone.

You understood utterly nothing. You went to bed that night, confused, aching for answers, feeling a bit guilty, a bit lost, heartbroken, terrified. No news of the aliens, of course, just radio silence. In this tense quiet it was increbidly difficult to fall asleep. You listened to the street through the open window, ready to jump up and, what?

You didn't get the chance to even run, though. The moments after the two Flashes, and the Justice League complete with Supergirl, helped Superman evade one deadly blow from a green-tipped spear, another ship landed on the roof of your building. Crashing through the seventh, sixth floors, and killing you instantly.

[nvrcmplt]

For while their morning routines differed, Krasimir knew when to make his move on the witch, taller frame sliding up behind him as hands reached around Tyler's waist. Firm fingers grabbed onto the witch's hand, another hand bringing over a golden ring. It held a symbol, an ancient one, as its frame was slid onto Tyler's little finger.

On Krasimir's own finger, there seems to be a dent in the skin, as of something is missing. The ring. Not originally his to begin with, one that may or may not belong to someone whose features are far too familiar to the witch he has allowed into his den, to become comfortable in the space belonging to Krasimir.

It's been a long time since last time.

"Don't flirt with others again." Stern, words that are followed with warm lips resting by his ear, the hand which placed the ring soon tracing the front of Tyler's stomach. It does not undo any clothing, it simply traced its way to his waist, Krasmir guiding their bodies firmly together in the early morning hours. Another hushed whisper, one followed by a firm kiss against his neck; "You don't belong to anyone else."

“ - you are mine, Tyler. ”

It was a momentary sensation of everything that Tyler didn't know how to label, the night before was heavy - no sex, no holding but just staring at each other. Krasimir spoke and filled the room - consumed all thoughts and emotions that could have bubbled over the bucket of being contained, but Tyler couldn't muster a word up. Only stared with wide eyes, red ears, his heart throbbing making his pulse dance on that finger that traced his throat a few hours ago. He dealt exhausted but energized in the same breath, as if he was ignited to do something but the confusion and disbelief in his mind held him hostage.

Waking up this morning was hard in terms of not wanting to face the day - but he did, he rose with Krasimir, though took time slower to wake himself up. Borrowing clothes for the next day, a habit he refuses to stop himself from doing, brewing the man his coffee that morning, even a light toast with butter and jam. Something to keep himself busy as his mind was elsewhere but also to keep a distance for a moment. To think, to see what the world was ready for and not.

Tyler felt floaty and stuck, - it was too damn odd for him to feel anything else. Two minds… two hearts, two thoughts, two heavy and large confirmations from a Judge that barely spoke of it. Tyler didn't know what to do or say, he could only remember that look, the devouring, the dominating, the disappointed, the claiming, the truth.

He sat at the stool, stood again, moved to the bedroom to fetch some socks, stalled at the drawer and just blinked through his mind over and over and over. No, this wouldn't do - he needed to go for a run. Energy and thoughts were a plague for when he didn't know how to handle them, so he was quick in tossing everything off. Redressing in his running gear, simple shorts and tank, something to keep himself light and aired out. Another fit he left here due to the gym downstairs for those that lived here.

It was just when he was ready to head out the room that Krasimir was back - he was dressed to the nines as always, though he looked… tired. Even with that stoic face of his. "Hey." A soft greeting, especially when the brain fog passed over at the closeness given. It was why Tyler didn't run out after last night, why he didn't kick and scream, shout his confusion and why - why Krasimir looked so darn sad within that rage of his that night. Instead, he inhaled deep, leaning back into the sturdiness of the Judge with a soft noise of wonder at his hand being guided up.

A ring.

Shimmered before him when it was passed over and when it was fitted onto his little finger, Tyler's brows rose. Several meanings, if he remembered them correctly. "Oh?" He rose his hand to look upon it, a glance as he let his lashes shut at the firm kiss in place on his skin. "I promise." Easy it was to let it out, it wasn't like he was actively looking for anyone in the first place any more. It was what started this whole reveal, wasn't it? Real feelings in poorly communicated ways. "You know, in this day and age, it's just a simple - We're offi--ow." Tyler was about to crack a smile and turn into Krasimir's fame to be annoyingly needy for a firmer hug, but his hand burned with his words cutting into a pained noise.

A hiss left him instead, as he felt a bite, something sharp - then a cold pull under the ring. A blink - then suddenly he felt choked. His arm swung back to elbow Krasmir in the chest but from the lack of falling down but the explosion of pain in his arm instead, Krasimir was a toughnut. Well, that wasn't the problem right now, it was the fact that Tyler couldn't fucking breath all of a sudden. Lurching over Krasimir's hand on his stomach and reaching for his own throat that suddenly began to tighten as if ringed in rough material. "G'ahk!?" Red, lots of red - the scent of ash, brimstone and human flesh churned his guts. The toast felt like it was coming out, but his hand was in front of his mouth stopping anything.

Instead, his knees folded - and his ring tightened, discolouring the digit - igniting veins in his limb in a twist of green, gold and vibrant red before staining black. Corroding, deep into his skin, into his organs and most of all - Tyler's mind. Lacking in oxygen, delirious in visions of faces that were not people he knew. Tyler slipped into the unconscious with a wheezed exhale. "My Grace… " Tears would form, black and grainy to the touch, staining the skin like charcoal on paper but when touched by another it'd smear clear. As if nothing was there in the first place…

Tyler didn't need to know he was astral projecting for him to stare down upon this scene… but it mattered not, not when he felt a hand on his wrist and a word in his ear that didn't make sense before he was pulled away. Lights and sounds began to run through him, through his mind, bones and veins - every part of him, and he knew, just then - as he came to a stop. Stood upon a platform - witnessing the mass crowding of a hanging stage, that his eyes were to never leave. Never to ignore - to watch - as a man, with his own face, longer hair, darker eyes and brutally disrespected - was hung in the fall of a night.

Tyler didn't know when he rose his hands to his ears, but it wasn't like it'll block the sound of that floor giving out and the sharp snap of the rope in place dulling the sight of that body limb and blue. As their red hair danced and scattered in the wind - their eyes met.

And a story was to be told.

[alilmusebundle]

Moving was something he'd always done. It was the only way- just keep moving, and you'll survive. Forward, faster, faster still. Onward, out of reach, out of sight, out of mind.

Even with Priya here, static and silent but alive, he wanted to run. The sight of her was- so much. Too much. Everything and nothing all at once.

He couldn't leave to- try and handle this elsewhere, where no one could see him break down and rebuild all over again- if being around her somehow helped.

Brief, frequent visits would work, surely. The space of this room wouldn't close in around him that way. Unseen eyes- surveillance- wouldn't register his presence either. Surely.

Pacing is a compromise. He's moving, but he isn't running away. It was fine.

"I'd be driving you crazy if you were awake." He mutters, gaze darting to the medical pod and quickly away. "It'd be great if you could wake up and tell me to knock my shit off." He adds. Turns around to pace the wall back the way he'd came again, like some kind of wild animal.

"But maybe you wouldn't. Maybe this place would freak you out, too." He snorts bitterly. "Or not. Everyone else seems fine with it."

All of them he owed apologies, some to higher degrees than others. If only the words didn't die on the way out.

And, of course, there was one that he owed both everything and nothing at all. Orion.

The bastard could claim that last letter was an accidental send. Fine, whatever. Just thinking about Vesper being written off as uninterested in continuing their friendship after a few missed letters pissed him the hell off. Clearly Oreo didn't care about his brother the same way Vesper did. Does.

A headache was beginning to form along the top of his skull. He reaches up and digs his fingers against the base of a horn to try and stave off the pain. Naturally, he ends up turning to stare at the pod with the motion.

Slowly, he lets go of his horn and walks quietly to her side.

Looking at her is like living in one of his nightmares. Every blink could be the one that shifts the scene to one of grisly gore- or a bed full of stardust. He'd had enough peaceful dreams turn out that way.

( He remembers the astral deity standing just outside the wreckage, an ethereal mirage seen through the flames and smoke. He remembers screaming at it for help, and the way it's head had bowed before it backed away, vanishing in the haze.

To think that beast had her this entire time. Why it hadn't just given her back, or given him some kind of sign-

(just like his mother; a broken thing, lashing out with shards of glass until it was nothing but bloody sand. and always, the temptation to find someone responsible [please], to find someone guilty [just], to make things right [reset]- ))

He breaths through the pain in his head, and reaches through the pods sanitary field to grab her hand. The pads were as rough as they always were before. It... helps.

"...you're gonna be so angry. Racing of all types banned and I didn't even try to argue... quit my job, let the houseplants die..." He swallows past the lump in his throat. "Just... wake up and be disappointed in me already. I can take it."

When the silence stretched, and the walls pushed in again, he'd leave. Go for a fly. For the moment, he would make himself stand still. Waiting.

[r00b1c0n]

i don't know what the hell i'm supposed to do man. i feel like this whole thing, us moving in together was just a massive mistake, everything was so much easier when we were long distance. i feel like i'm just doing everything and getting nothing in return. i found the house, dealt with the lettings agent, did all the paperwork, paid all the money, sorted everything for the move itself. all i asked him to do was sort out edf and he's been putting it off so long we're getting letters reminding us of payment. at this point i'd log in and sort it myself even if it meant me paying (even though that's absolutely not how we agreed we'd split the bills) but i don't know any of the account details because he set it up but then took it no further.

i feel like he feels he's making the big sacrifice because of the issue with the shower (as if i'm not also having to deal with that) but like we needed a place. he kept saying stuff about waiting for a more perfect place but i was getting evicted on the 22nd of june and i wasn't going to have anywhere to live. i would have lost my job. he was always saying "oh you could just move in here". why. why would i do that. why would i choose to stay in that shitty, grimy flat in a rough as fuck area in the middle of nowhere miles from my family. what would i do for work? at least if i were to go back to essex for the summer i'd have had my old job to walk back into. it wouldn't have been as good as having a job i can keep once uni starts up again, but it would have been something.

i work such longer hours. i get that my job isn't that important - i'm just a fucking waitress making minimum wage but i spent my whole uni time looking for a job and couldn't get hired anywhere. it's not like i can just step out of this job and into another one. it's important to me. but it's hard work. i'm on my feet the whole time, i rack up tens of thousands of steps on every shift. and i do it all with a fucking smile because that's part of it too. and i don't stop the entire time. there's always another job to be doing. sometimes it keeps me there until 2:30am. i have no say over this, i can't control my own shift pattern.

but i don't mind that, i can deal with working unsocial hours. what i really don't want to be dealing with though, what actually irks me, is the way things are when i come home from those shifts. even if i'm not getting home at gone 3 in the morning, if i've been at work for 9 hours (plus 45 mins there and back of travel time) what i really don't want to be coming home to is the man in my house begging me to have sex with him, begrudgingly accepting my very meek "please no, i'm exhausted" only to have the next day (or it might have even just been later the same day, i can't remember, all my days are blending together) getting dragged into a conversation where i'm essentially talked down to like a child and told about how men having needs and how it's not healthy for a couple for one of them to have to look online to satisfy those urges, and how he doesn't want us to end up like [redacted] with a dead bedroom. i feel like he was at best guilt tripping me into having sex with him, using my naivety on the subject as a weapon against me, and at worst making a threat to essentially leave me and look for sexual satisfaction elsewhere.

i don't know what the hell i'm supposed to do. i try and initiate to get it over with, it does not work. when he wears me down and i agree to it, he complains that he can't get the most out of it unless he feels like i'm into it as well. i have tried to tell him so many times in so many ways that i get nothing out of it. he gets annoyed at me if i'm not convincingly enough into it. he does not know it is taking every bit of my willpower to not scream at him to get away from me. i don't want him to touch me. it makes me feel dirty, i hate it. i am trying so hard the entire time not to cry and not to show the grimace and pain on my face. i don't get anything out of it. i've told him as such. repeatedly. he keeps saying things about "oh i'm sure we'll find something that pleases you". NO. I DON'T WANT THIS. I DON'T WANT ANY OF THIS. i just want it to stop. i run away as soon as it's over and shower. i feel like i'm cleaning more than dirt and sweat off of my body when i do that. also lets me cry in peace. sometimes he tries to be intimate with me again after the act when i'm clean and he hasn't even changed his clothes. i feel like screaming "I GAVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE" but of course i never do. i just say something about not wanting his sweat on me, and that's usually enough to get him to leave me alone for a while. he probably thinks i have some kind of hypochondria. i probably actually do have some kind of ocd when it comes to this kind of thing.

maybe i'm being crazy. i legitimately don't know. when i'm reading over that last paragraph it just all comes across so terribly. i do love him. i don't think any of this is really his fault. at least i don't think i do? it's all so terribly confusing. i think i might just be fundamentally incapable of living with other people. which is a horrible thought, because my mental image of myself in 10 years is haunted by empty egg cartons. i don't want to be one of those millenial cat women, but i don't know what the fuck i'm supposed to do if i can't enjoy a shared life.

and that's not even touching on the side issue of how much of my life is just permanently intertwined with his. i know damn well that if i did escape i'd be losing basically every friend i have in the world too. it wasn't even my intention to make it public that we were together. that decision was made for me by someone else he told. she told everyone in a vc and once it was out it was out.

i feel like i'm in a horrible repeat of last year. at least then the sadness waited until august to rear it's head and i had the summer. i was having trouble with my boyfriend, i confide in my best friend (who it turns out has/had feelings for me). last time i attempted to leave but he basically wouldn't let me. that feels like a terrible way of phrasing that. bad vibes. is it better to say he fought for me? i don't know, it's expressing the same idea at any rate. last time trying to leave led me into the arms of someone arguably worse and sent me into a depression spiral for the best part of a month. at least then i was back home. essex still feels like home to me.

maybe this is all just karma. god or the universe or fucking whatever punishing me. i was being an absolute attention whore having two men interested in me all of summer '23 and my pathetic attempts at letting one of them know i wasn't interested like that all failed miserably because i still wanted the attention that came with being his friend, when it was obvious to anyone else looking at the situation that we could not be friends. and so i lost my best friend.

and again. what have i done to [redacted]? i essentially swooped in and stole her best friend from her. now i know i never did this intentionally, he flirted with me first before i had any idea of his intentions. but i still feel like shit over it. i had that happen to me so often growing up, to have gone and done it to someone else rips out my heart. i don't care what they both say about having each other 5 miles deep into the friendzone - she loves him. and i realised that only when it was far too late to do anything about it.

well now i get my karma. my best friend (in fact one of the literally just 2 friends i have that are not directly tied to him) can barely be around me anymore because apparently he had feelings for me prior to meeting his own girlfriend, she found out about this and now is (understandably) very against the idea of us hanging out. sometimes i do really feel like god's punching bag.

and of course, i can't talk about any of this. who tf would i talk about it to? i live in constant fear that if i were to complain about any of this outloud then he'd hear me and it'd be a very difficult conversation. i'm terrified of that confrontation and what the outcome would be. so i can't even speak about it out loud in my own home. and i can't talk to anyone from the server about it, because i also have the deepheld fear that none of them actually like me and just put up with me because i'm dating the bossman. i know that may be a little veering into the "oh poor me everyone hates me" side of self-pity but i don't think it's that much of a stretch to assume that a lot of the people i call friends now probably wouldn't talk to me anymore if i wasn't with him.

i don't fucking know. i felt so much more angry when i started writing this, but now i've mellowed. idk if i should even post it. i don't know what i'm doing.

[twistedthings]

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Her mind was on the edge of losing itself to the dissociative coping mechanisms she'd used for years to deal with every bad thing that had ever happened to her. She didn't know why such things always happened to her. Why that man had kidnapped her so many years ago, why her mother had fallen into an unstirring coma, or why Marty had struck her. But what perplexed the pretty blonde the most were the words that were coming out of Cade's mouth. She stood still, afraid that if she moved even an inch he would take his hand from her neck and she'd be without his touch. Her eyes blinked, his thumb swiping at the fresh tears that fell and Jessia couldn't help how she trembled slightly, watery blue eyes watching his features and seeing him express such protectiveness, such comfort in the same vein, it was fascinating and no one had ever done anything similar for Jessia.

She wondered when the last time was when she had shown her anger. Let out all her emotions in one moment of trust with another person knowing they'd be there for her no matter how ugly her crying got, no matter what she did, they'd be there for her and with the more he spoke, the more his eyes moved over her to inspect for more damage, something in Jessia told her that Cade was safe. Not just because of his job or for the fact he was helping her now. But because she so easily relaxed, leaned into his touch even, she was shaking some and she couldn't figure out why but she shifted on her feet, drawing just a few inches closer to Cade. Suddenly wanting more of his touch, his comfort and to be encompassed in his arms.

"I don't want to be angry…" she said finally, surprised that was the first thing that passed partially parted lips and she blinked again, that surprise obvious there as she looked up at Cade thoughtfully, perhaps almost stunned simply because she was expressing what she never. "But I am… I'm… I'm furious, I want him to hurt, I want him to know what I felt like when he…" more tears, hot and pouring from crystalline blue eyes that showed her deep seeded rage, a rage caused years prior to this moment but rearing its head at the first given chance because she locked it away. The anger she never got to express from being fucking kidnapped and putting her own mother in the hospital, the anger at her father for abandoning her, it was all there and suddenly it was at the surface burning right in the center of her chest and if Jessia wasn't careful it would put h forward in a display of unnatural powers no one needed to know about.

Her blonde head shook just slightly to answer his inquiry on whether she'd been hurt elsewhere, eyes falling shut to keep from shedding more tears, more angry, furious tears and she brought her other hand up to brace against Cade's arm, the one he had against her neck, and she took a few deep breaths to steady herself before she spoke again. "I don't wanna be here anymore… Please, take me somewhere else," she said, her voice betraying all the emotions and anger she truly felt as it cracked and she almost sobbed again, holding onto Cade's arm for support and confirmation she wouldn't just float away. "-- I can't… I can't be here anymore."

Panic was setting in because as hard as she tried to lock them away, bolt them behind a door in her mind, once those angry feelings surfaced it let through everything else. All the fear, panic, and helplessness settled into her bones and she swayed a step, catching herself but shocked she'd even faltered. She hadn't been hit that hard to where she couldn't walk but there she was about to have a fucking panic attack. Her eyes snapped open and she met Cade's gaze and she shook her head again trying to convey that she couldn't get herself to move, limbs locked in a state of distress and panic. She didn't have much control over how her body was reacting now. "I think I'm having a panic attack." Jessia gasped softly, squeezing his arm where she held onto it and she swallowed slowly.

She wished she believed him. Deep down Jessi knew that she didn't deserve any of this, any of what had happened to her. Cade was right. It was no excuse. The thought of Marty hurting because of what he'd done, of that man hurting for what he'd done, of her father finally realizing how much he'd hurt her by abandoning a child when she needed him the most. It was enough to break her hold on whatever fraction of control Jessia had and a cracked sob emitted her lungs with her next exhale through her mouth and she shut her eyes again. Trying to reign her emotions in, knowing how dangerous it could be if she let them go without restraint. "I don't care where you take me just get me the fuck out of here." She said again in a tone so riddled with emotions and fractured control the blonde almost whined, she hated being seen like this, so broken and fragmented. A broken shell of who she really was. Who she wanted to be.

"You're allowed to be angry, Jessia, you're allowed to be furious and however you need to get that our, let it out, whether it is to shout about it, cry, or hit something, so be it." better than anything he understood that, that in this situation you needed to process the rage however it presented. He was always a fighter, answered his rage with more fights than he should've in his life but that is what led him to where he was now, the security company he owned.. it was because he'd earned respect from people, from tough people that fucking underestimated him. He'd fight black and blue before he let someone talk down to him or walk all over him. He'd not see anyone make her feel small either because he'd been there, feeling small. It wasn't a good place.

"Marty." he repeated and already his voice held more gravel in it than it had previously. Marty was going to pay for hitting a woman, more importantly for hitting such a pretty face, for making her fucking cry. Absolutely, not. He'd stayed there, his hand cupping her neck, his large hands splaying so that his thumbs could wipe some of those fresh tears as they fell. "Did he hurt you anywhere else? When he pushed you way?" he asked, his eyes carefully examining that redness on her cheek, the blood staining the tissue. He knew an accidental hit and this was not it.

"It's alright sweetheart, I've got you now, s'all gonna be okay with me hm?" his rougher voice promised. He was gravel and grit, he was a few toughly learned life lessons but got his touch was gentle for her. As gentle as his calloused hands knew how to be. "Now you listen to me and listen to me well, there isn't any world in which that was an accident, not in public, not other trying to stop someone walking away, not voer petty arguments that mean fuck all. You are not to blame for somebody elses uncontrolled anger, you are not to blame for someone elses poor judgement and you are not to blame for someone elses choices whether good or bad, okay? This isn't your fault, no matter what that damn argument was about, whether it was you or him, or whether it was mother fucking nature, it is no excuse."

"Do you want to come with me? We can go get you some water, sit down in the back, just me and you, nobody else has to see you upset if you don't want them to." he tried to give a reassuring smile but he knew.. he minute he got the chance? Marty was going to be wheezing breathlessly for weeks, he'd wear more than his share of deserved bruises and he'd be out of a job. Cade didn't want any man like that, working for him. "And listen if you don't feel very safe? I can get you a hotel room if you live with that jackass, I can walk you wherever you need to go n' I won't go anywhere, until you feel safe, okay? I'm telling you that I've got you and I mean it, I've got you."

[rouecentric]

INAZUMAAAA hopefully these aren't annoying by this point, if they are I'm so sorry, but onto Inazuma while I hope this is still interesting! Inazuma is already oppressive when the traveler first arrives there, and this is no different with you present. Beidou doesn't need much persuading to take you there, luckily, since she's seen you to and from a lot of places (that isn't to say she wouldn't mind if you stayed as a permanent member of the Crux, though. She might not let you share drinks with her and the others but she already has a juice supply for when you're aboard so why not make yourself at home?).

That being said, Kazuha is less excited at the prospect of you going to the very same place he lost his friend. Though his interest in the traveler possibly reigniting the vision prevents him from objecting completely, so he'll settle for just keeping an eye on you as long as he can before you reach Inazuma, since he won't easily be able to follow you there with his criminal status.

Oh but just wait until you meet Thoma and the Kamisatos, they'll adore you whether you've met them previously or not, they're ready to welcome you with open arms. Thoma might ask you how Mondstadt is faring, Ayaka wants to go around town with you now that she has someone to spend time with and Ayato is probably looking into any potential ways you could be politically talked into staying even just a little longer. Your stay with them is like being pampered to death, Thoma is at your beck and call, always getting you what you want, even if you didn't ask for it.

Yoimiya would have a field day with you! Entertaining kids is her specialty, she loves them, and she certainly loves you! Come look at her new fireworks, every time you use one you'll remember her, isn't that sweet? I doubt anyone other than her thinks so. Kujou Sara might catch sight of those lights in the distance and find them to be an annoying distraction, Yae Miko might spy them from miles up at the shrine and find such childish things amusing - but if they knew they were a personalised gift to keep your attention on Yoimiya? I guess depending on how petty they are, how selfish they are to want you only at their side or confined in the nation, they might try to interfere with Yoimiya's gesture of friendship.

When the traveler joins the resistance, it's likely nobody wants you involved, you're only a child you shouldn't have to see this. You should be able to enjoy the beautiful sights at Watatsumi Island while Kokomi and Gorou focus on organising and carrying out battles, even Sara would probably prefer if Itto and Kuki came along to keep you busy elsewhere with beetle fighting or whatever it is they get up to. Everyone just wants you out of harm's way, they'll deal with you later.

Obviously, there's still a pretty significant person in Inazuma who still hasn't been mentioned: Ei. And with good reason, because out of everyone in Inazuma she's undeniably the biggest threat. Not only is she unstable on her own when it comes to attachments, but when she pulls the traveler into Euthymia and you and Paimom are left alone in front of a crowd of soldiers, it becomes clear to everyone that you can't be left to travel the world like this, the traveler can't even take care of you!

And Ei's return does nothing but solidify this. She's been alone for so long that having a new face, a new friend who can experience eternity with her due to your shared immortality, she doesn't want to lose that. Up until you hint towards leaving, everything will be fine. Ei likely tries to get you to try out all kinds of sweets with her to fulfill her sweet tooth, the lifting of the sakoku decree lessens the tension throughout the nation, life is good until you and the traveler agree its time to move on. While they won't reinstate the sakoku decree just to get you to stay, you'll basically be in a race against everyone to get to Beidou's ship before someone catches you and drags you to an estate!

(in all honesty I haven't caught up with Sumeru enough to write one about that so I think this is where my ranting ends, I thank you for listening I hope it wasn't too boring)

DW ANON I RLLY LOVE YOUR THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS ON THE CHARACTERS!!

imo yae would be interested in the reader after they and the traveler survived ei + the warriors that reinforce the vision hunt decree, as the reader is definitely experienced enough in fighting, yae is the type to attempt to manipulate and gaslight the reader into staying with her and ei.

speaking of ei, she's a desperate woman, so she's not above breaking any of the reader's bones if it means you'll stay with her.

so in general, there's pretty much a small chance of the reader even being able to leave, unless beidou and kazuha are involved in getting them away from the others.

[melissa-kenobi]

Secrets [Wrecker x Reader]

A/N: yooo, felt like writing some Wrecker fluff because I miss him. It hasn't even been a week but he's a big softy and I love him. Also I have no idea if this makes any sense sozzy x

Summary: Wrecker has to use his contact to help him and his brothers hide.

Word Count:

"Comm me when you touch down yeah? I've missed you..." You mumbled those last three words very quietly as you listened to a bunch of shuffling around and Wreckers heavy breathing on the other side.

After a few moments of silence he replied, his voice quiet "I've missed you too pretty girl."

You assumed he had moved places so his brothers didn't hear him. They weren't aware of your relationship with each other, actually you don't think they even knew you existed. Every time Wrecker came to visit you, you took care of him before sending him off with a bunch of Mantell Mix, so it looked like he had gone out shopping for sweets. They were mainly for the little girl he had told you about, Omega.

He had told you he treated her like a little sister, the little sister he never had. Wrecker was oddly protective over her when you started asking questions but he realised you were only curious about her. So he told you everything. From how they had met her on Kamino to Wreckers chip being actived and almost killing her, to Hunter losing the young girl before they had rescued her.

So when Wrecker asked you if you would like to meet them - meaning the boys plus Omega, you hadn't expected it to be like this.

"Pretty girl?" Wrecker hesitated. The boys were on the run and they needed somewhere to hide. He wouldn't have arsed if it wasn't serious, now that there was a large bounty on Omega's head they needed to be careful with who they could trust. Wrecker had his doubts about Cid and wasn't sure if they should even go back there, he knew Hunter shared the same thoughts too.

"Hmm.. yes Wreck?"

"Do you mind if we lay low round yours? It's just-

Smiling over the comm "Wrecker, you know you're welcome here anytime. I don't mind, really. It's been a few rotations since I've last seen you."

Letting out a small sigh of relief, Wrecker nodded, despite you not being able to see him. "Okay. See you in a bit Princess."

"See you in a bit big guy."

***

"What do you mean land here? This is not safe, we are directl-

"Just do it Tech!" Wrecker growled. "It's safe."

Raising an eyebrow in confusion Tech asked "How do I know its safe? There could be Imperials and Clones wal-

"Because I have a contact who agreed to keep us safe."

That shut Tech right up well for at least a short period of time. More like seconds. However Wrecker recoved a curious look from both Hunter and Echo who watched the large clone with an amused look on their faces. Tech couldn't help himself as he blurted out the questions that had been on all their minds.

"Who's your contact? How did you get a contact? Can they be trusted?" Tech question kept coming, one after another.

"It's none of your business!" Wrecker yelled, storming off to his bunk. "And yes, she can be trusted!"

Blinking rapidly in confusion Tech asked "She?"

Hunter and Echo gave each other a look as Tech repeated Wrecker's words, while Omega stood by the entrance to the bunks. Watching, but not close enough to listen to Wreckers conversation with whoever this mysterious woman was. She noticed the way his face lit up when they spoke before he turned and saw Omega watching. Wrecker quickly shuffed elsewhere on the ship, away form prying ears and eyes.

***

Landing just outside your home, Wrecker quickly slipped off the ship, letting the boys know that he would speak to his contact first before they could come in.

"Wrecker..." Hunter spoke slowly. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Positive. She can be trusted." Wrecker grinned before taking a glance at your window, seeing your head pop out before quickly moving in. "Just wait here, I have to-

Wrecker trailed off as he saw the entrance to your home open, you stood in the archway. Hands on your hips as you smiled giddly at Wrecker, but not before you noticed the large ship parked in your garage.

"Wrecker..."

"Hey pretty girl..." Wrecker quickly swept you up in his arms, spinning you around as you giggled.

"Wrecker!" You squealed. "Put me down big guy! You didn't tell me you were bringing the rest of them?!"

Scratching his head sheepishly, he turned to face you "I did mention it...... I think...?"

"Wrecker! I haven't even prepared myself! If I'd have known, I would cleared my home up, I still have the twins round, I'm still in my p-

"The twins are here?!" Wrecker asked, his voice filled with glee and excitement as he rushed into your home. You could hear the calls of your niece and nephews as they yelled out Uncle Wrecker. Before you could follow him in, a hand had grabbed your wrist causing you to suddenly turn, ready to punch the lights out of whoever they were.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" The man with goggles spoke, pulling his hand back before you could punch him the face.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Natual reflex." You smiled, as the clone, whom you guessed was Tech by Wreckers description of him. "I'm Y/N, lovely to meet you Tech."

Tech's eyes widen in response as he lowered his hands. "A natural reflex like that would suggest you have some history of combat, or possibly a traumatic event that resulted in you learning some form of defence tactics."

Letting out a small laugh you replied "Not quite. I used to be a bounty hunter."

If possible, Tech's eyes widened even further beneath his goggles as you mentioned part of your history. "How can you be trusted? Bounty Hunters are proven to b-

"What did I tell you?" Wrecker growled as he stormed his way towards Tech, who was rapidly backing his way to the ship. "I told you to stay on the ship!"

"You didn't tell us she was a bounty hunter!? And how does she know our names? Have you told her everything about us?" Tech questioned, as he walked backwards, slightly afraid of Wrecker.

"Wrecker!" You yelled, catching his attention as you stood between the two men, on hand placed on Wreckers chest as the other hovered close enough to Tech's chest. "It's fine. They have every right to be cautious."

"NO! I told them that you could be trusted because I trust you!" Wrecker responded. "I guess that just shows how much they don't trust me."

"Wrecker..." Hunters' voice broke the silence. "It's not that we don't trust you it's j-

"Save it. I don't want to hear your excuses." Wrecker growled as he softly reached out for you to take his hand. "Let's go cyare."

Looking back at Hunter, Tech, another man who you assumed was Echo and the young girl Omega you gave them a small smile. "You guys are still welcome to stay at mine. Just- no arguments please."

Hunter nodded in thanks before Wrecker practically scooped you up and walked into your home. "You shouldn't have done that. They don't deser-

"They're your brothers Wreck. They're just looking out for you." You patted his cheek, holding it softly. "They only want what's best for you. For you all know, I easily could have handed you guys in and collected the shit load of money they have on you."

"You would never. I know you wouldn't." Wrecker smiled as he deposited you on your bed, crawling up to you and attacking you in cuddles and kisses.

"Oh yeah? And why's that big guy? I sure could do with the cred-

"Cause you love me too much."

Pulling your man into a deep kiss, causing him to focus on you, that gave you the advantage of flipping him on his back before replying "That I do, Wrecker. That I do."

***

"Why does your home smell of Mantell Mix?" Omega asked the minute she sat down on your couch. The rest of the boys had made their way to your home, Omega had eagerly dragged Hunter and Tech over - ready to make them aplogise to Wrecker for not trusting him.

"Hold on." Echo spoke. "You mean to tell me, that Wrecker's been coming here the entire time?"

You smiled sheepishly, giving them a little shrug as you placed a few drinks and some snacks on the table for them, including Mantell Mix which made Omega's eyes go wide as she looked up at you for permission. "What can I say? We both love the snack."

"Hmm...it does have a nice smell..." Hunter responded before Tech could open his mouth and reply with something that could cause them to outstay their welcome.

"Go ahead sweetie, they're for you." You smiled at Omega who quickly picked some up and started munching. You took a seat besides her, giving a small smile to Wrecker's brothers. "Go on. Ask me the question."

"What question?" Omega asked, mouth full of the mix. The little girl tried her best to act innocent but you knew her mind was full of questions about you and Wrecker.

"Are you and Wrecker a couple?" Echo asked first, eyes wide at how fast he had spoken.

"How did you meet? Does he love you? What did he tell you about us?" Omega gasped as she grinned up at you in joy.

"What was your history as a bounty hunter? There is no trace of you on the holonet or in Republic records." Tech asked, as he looked up from his datapad.

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you responded "I see why you're called Tech now." Your comment made Omega laugh.

"To answer Echo's question. Me and Wrecker have been together a while, probably a year or so now." You smiled at the memory of you and Wrecker arguing over Mantell Mix.

You nodded in response to Omega's question "We met at a store just south of here, I was buying some Mantell Mix and Wrecker practically begged me to let him buy it because it was the last batch."

"Did you?" Omega asked, entranced in your story.

Letting out a huff "Of course not. I got there first and i was starving. Wrecker was starting to get on the nerves and I threatened him before we got into a fight."

"Who won?"

"Obviously I did. Tricked him by grabbing Lula and holding her hostage before he finally let me go." You laughed. "I do love Wrecker, more then he knows. And he's told me everything about you guys, loves you guys to bits and would do just about anything too keep you all safe."

Hunters eyes shot up to your face guilty as Tech lowered his head, your words echoing through their mind as their precious interactions with Wrecker came to mind. How they didn't trust him.

"What about your history as a bounty hunter?" Echo asked, looking more comfortable as he snuggled into your couch.

"Well, I was a bounty hunter. I used to work under the Republic in the background, doing Palpatines dirty work, until I realised I wanted out. What I was doing was wrong, I didn't realise until too late what Palpatine was doing. Playing both side."

"He played all of us." Echo responded. "How are you not in any records then?"

"I er- had one last deed to do. That's where Wrecker came in. We met once more on one of your supply runs and he offered to help me in return for some Mantell Mix." You laughed. "I thought it was a weird offer but then I realised he ju-

"He wanted to spend some time with you." Hunter finished, now understanding yours and his vods relationship.

"Yup. And here we are, still g-

"Honey, I'm home! Dropped the little buggers off to Lyu's. Said she'll be happy for us to have the- oh." Wrecker's jolly boisterous tone dropped the minute he saw his brothers and Omega sat in your living room. The large grin that was plastered on his face dropped into a sullen look.

"Wrecker.. darling. I invited them in." You spoke, giving him a stern look, that said 'they're your family'. "Plus, Omega seems to enjoy the Mantell Mix!"

That made Wrecker smile a little as he looked at the girl who he saw as a little sister.

"Wrecker..." Echo began as he saw Wrecker about to leave the room before Omega cut him off quickly.

"Wrecker! Wait- Hunter and Tech have something they want to say don't you?" Omega forcefully spoke, her voice strong depsite being such a small girl.

"I- er-" Tech stuttered over his words before Hunter stepped in.

"We're sorry Wrecker."

"Yes. We're sorry we didn't trust you." Tech finally figured out his words and aplogised. "I aplogise to you too Y/N, I'm sorry we doubted your identity."

Sending Tech and Hunter a small smile you nodded in confirmation. Before signalling to Echo and Omega to come along, "I've got some food that needs to be set up, c'mon, let them talk."

You let the two of them walk ahead, slipping past Wrecker as he quickly grabbed your hand and gave it a small squeeze, silently thanking you. You mouthed to him "They're family."

"I love you pretty girl." Wrecked smiled softly at you, not caring if he was in the middle of a convo with his brothers as he pulled you into his arms.

Giggling loudly you placed a kiss on his cheek "Love you too big guy."

***

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[rowanaelinn]

Fire on Fire - Chapter Seven

chapter six / chapter eight

no one kills me after that, thank you very much <3

btw it’s midnight, i wrote that in two hours and it’s not edited so sorry in advance for that too

Rowan gently knelt down to put Aelin in the shower, her small arms let go of his neck to fall back by his side.

"I'm going to take your shirt off, is that okay?" Rowan asked gently, his voice barely louder than a whisper. She ignored him, her eyes fixed straight ahead with tears still streaming down her cheeks. "Aelin?"

Almost imperceptibly, she nodded. Rowan took the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, she raised her arms to help him but it seemed to take all her strength. She was only in her panties, sitting on the floor with her legs bent in front of her. She put her head on her knees, her arms around her legs as if it was going to protect her, as if she wanted to make herself as small as possible so that she could disappear.

"I'll be back in a second." He told her and went to his room to grab a shirt and a pair of boxers. He didn't know where she kept her clothes and he didn't want to invade her privacy any more than he already was. She hated him so the fact that he was going to see her naked was enough, she didn't need to know that he had gone through her underwear. He also took some water and towels to rapidly clean up the mess in her room.

The two minutes alone she had while Rowan was in his room and hers did nothing to calm her tremors. He took the shower palm and knelt down in front of her, she looked at him and for the first time, Rowan smiled at her. It wasn't a big smile or a pity smile, it was small and full of understanding. I know how that feels.

She didn't say anything but he could have sworn her body relaxed slightly. He turned on the water and adjusted the heat, not too hot but still (too) warm. He had noticed that she liked her shower hot because of the steam that came out of the bathroom every time she came out of the room.

The water splashed on his pants but he didn't care as he began to run the water over her arms and shoulders. She stayed still as she let Rowan take care of her, as she let the man who had been an absolute dick to her see her in her most vulnerable state.

He turned to access her back but what he saw made his heart stop for a second. Her back. That was the moment he realized he had never seen her back, no matter what he wore, it had always been covered and now he understood why.

There were two scars on the length of her spine, one at the top and one at the bottom, the same spine that wasn’t totally straight. Softly, he traced the shape of the first one and her entire body stiffened. “Please, don’t ask. Please,” Her voice was shaking and weak. Her back had been broken, he was sure of that. The scars could only have been caused by surgery. What the hell happened to her?

“I’m going to wash your hair now,” he only said and took all her hair in hand to wet them. They were soft, so soft that he may have spent more time than necessary to get them wet. He took his shampoo, not wanting to waste time looking at which of her bottles was shampoo. Gods, she brought so much product. Rowan only had shower gel and shampoo, thinking that's what everyone else had. Then Aelin Galathynius arrived, bringing shampoos, conditioners, hair care products, castor oil, and a bunch of other stuff he didn't even know the name of.

He ran some lotion through his hands and as gently as possible, he began to massage her head. She leaned her head to his touch and her breathing calmed down. Good.

He frowned as his fingers brushed against a piece of skin that did not feel the same as the others when touched. So that she wouldn't recognize his digging, Rowan looked at her scalp. A large scar was present on the right side of her head, hidden by her hair.

His breath caught, imagining all that could have happened to this woman. Quickly, his eyes searched for scars elsewhere on her body and he found a few on her arms, he couldn't see her legs from her position. The marks were not as large as those on her scalp or back but they were still there.

What the hell.

But she had asked him, begged him, not to say anything about her back so he would apply the same principle to the other scars.

He continued to massage her scalp, longer than necessary but she looked so rested that he didn't care. If it made her feel better, he would wash her hair all night.

After a few minutes, he pulled her hair back a little and gently rinsed her hair full of product. From this angle, he could see her cheeks and he noticed that there were no more tears on them, which was a good sign.

Quickly but still gently, he applied soap to her back and arms, not wanting to touch her where he would have to move her position. She had found a position where she felt safe and he would not take that away from her.

He turned off the water, rising above her and when he looked down, her eyes were already open. He'd looked at them too many times, blamed himself many times for that, but they fascinated him. Today, Rowan noticed that the blue of her eyes looked deeper and seemed to take up more space than usual. The gold was almost impossible to see. He was used to seeing the opposite, the gold grew whenever she was upset, making her eyes look like they were on fire.

He didn't smile, and neither did she. He knew that at the slightest sign of pity he would show, she would break again.

This type of breakdown she had today was not casual and he knew it, she didn't panic about her condition once and that proved Rowan right. She was used to it.

He wondered what her dreams had shown her tonight, what her mind had chosen to torture her with. It was at that moment that he regretted everything, regretted being the worst possible person around her. Not because he thought he had something to do with her condition, that kind of pain was deeper than mean words, but because maybe, if he had been a better person, she would have confided in him.

He had been so focused on pushing her away from his life that he had been blind to the possibility that he could just let her in. He shook his head, he was pushing people away for a reason. If he had any lesser friends, he would be alone now. Fenrys, Lorcan, Vaughan, Connall and now Aedion would never let him leave them, no matter how many times he had tried.

Rowan wondered if Aelin ever had anyone who fought for her the way his friends did. Sure, Dorian, Aedion, and Lysandra were here but did they notice every single thing Rowan noticed about her? Or were they wronged by her smile and the arrogance she used to hide her pain?

“Let’s get up, okay?” He said as he held his hands toward her. She looked at them and seemed to wonder what to do, he let her think, keeping the neutral expression on his face. After a few seconds of thinking, she let go of her legs and put both hands in his.

A surge of electricity passed through his body at that moment and Rowan was sure she felt it too. He used a little strength to make her stand up, her legs still a little weak. He took one of the towels and automatically Aelin raised her arms slightly, letting Rowan wrap it around her. He took another towel and had Aelin turn on herself, slowly, he began to rub her hair to dry it.

He took the opportunity to rub the towel lightly on the back of her neck and shoulders, helping her dry herself. She did nothing, just waited for time to pass, but Rowan saw that her gaze was no longer fixed on the horizon, lost in thought.

No, she was aware of what was going on around her, aware that he was there, and it didn't seem to make her uncomfortable. He left her the time, taking his hairbrush and start to untangle the small nodes that formed in the shower. It should have been more delicate.

He cringed when one of the knots didn't unravel directly, pulling Aelin's head back but she said nothing, letting him do it.

"I brought you something to wear," he said after he was done, she looked at him with a confused look before shaking her head slightly and nodding. Before he could do anything she dropped the towel that wrapped her body to the ground and removed her last piece of underwear. Rowan quickly turned around, giving her some privacy. It's not like there was anything sexual about seeing her this way, there was nothing attractive, he just wanted her to be comfortable.

“You don’t believe me,” her voice was flat, without any emotions in it. He turned his head with a frown to see her with his shirt on. It was huge for her, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the sigh. “For the scholarship.” She specified.

Well, that was random. He didn’t think about the conversation they had in the kitchen last morning at all. But if she was ready to talk, even if it was something as random as that, then he would talk. He shook his head, “I don’t, you’re right.”

“They don’t give scholarships to people like me.” No, they didn’t. “I told everyone I had one, and they believed me.”

“But it’s not true.” He said and she shook her head, confirming what he said. “How do you go to college, then?”

“My professor, Arobynn Hamel, pays for me.” Her voice was smaller than it had ever been. There was something about the way she said his name that bothered Rowan. He knew Arobynn Hamel, everyone did, he had read some of his books, he had even produced a quite good movie a few years ago. He also heard more than once Lysandra and Aelin talk about Professor Hamel.

“Why do you lie?” He asked her without judgment in his voice, only pure curiosity. It was weird for a professor to pay for a student that wasn’t one of his children, but Rowan remembered Aedion talking about Arobynn Hamel and Aelin knowing each other long before college, maybe he was a family friend? “Why lie when someone clearly cares about you enough to pay for your education? Your uncle and cousin are worried sick you’re going to lose that scholarship, you could make them feel better.”

She took a deep breath as if it was hard to speak. He was sure nobody knew what she had just told him, he could be okay with only one secret if she wanted to stop talking now. “Because the furthest they are from Arobynn, the safest they are.”

“What does that mean?” He asked but from the look on her face… She was done talking. She wouldn’t say anything more and it annoyed him, but he could respect that. “Let’s get you to bed,” he said and she nodded.

“Can you stay with me a little?” He knew how god damn hard it was to ask for help, but this little human being in front of him just did, she was strong enough to ask for something he never had the courage to ask in a decade. So he nodded, following her as she slipped in her bed, sitting at the end of it.

She had been honest with him tonight, more honest than she had been with anyone, it was only fair he was honest with her, too. “I had a nightmare,” he started. It was easier to speak without any lights on, even if he could feel her gaze burn his skin. “That’s how I heard you, I was already awake.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, he even wondered if she wasn’t asleep. “What was your nightmare about?”

“You’ve got your secrets, I have mine, princess.” She laughed softly at that and he wanted to get on his knees to thank all the gods for that. It wasn’t a big, strong laugh, but it was one. One he would cherish.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“No,” he said, honestly for the first time in his life. “You?”

“No,” her voice was quiet. “It’s weird. To answer that question truthfully. People don’t usually expect another answer than “yes” when they ask you how you are.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

“I’m scared, Rowan. And my little trick to contain the fear isn’t working lately.”

“What trick?” He frowned even if she couldn’t see it. He felt her feet close to his leg under the comforter. He stood up, took her feet and the cover, and lifted them. He sat down again and this time Aelin's legs were on him.

“My name is Aelin Galathynius and I will not be afraid,” she whispered. He turned his head toward her, a brow raised and a small smile on his lip.

“So, you say that and it works?”

“I had the same conversation with someone a few years ago,” she laughed, moving to get comfortable and maybe to lean into his touch. “But yeah, it does. Or when it doesn’t I just laugh at myself.”

He just smiled at the dark, “Sleep, Aelin.”

“Can you stay tonight?” She asked. “I don’t want to be alone.”

As he squeezed her ankle he said “You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

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It was still dark when Aelin woke up. The events of the night before came back to her mind with flashes, making her stand up suddenly. Rowan was lying in bed, the dim light of early dawn allowing Aelin to see his sleeping head tilted to the side.

What has she done?

What the hell has she done?

As quietly as possible she got up and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and her phone from the coffee table. She tiptoed out of the room, giving one last look to the man who had taken care of her yesterday after being a total bastard for almost two years. She didn't know what he wanted from her but she had already given and suffered too much. It wouldn't happen again.

She put on her shoes and went outside, starting to run. She listed in her head all the things she had confided in Rowan last night.

Arobynn, the scholarship, Sam's sentence...

You don't have to be alone anymore. What did it mean? She had been alone for years, no matter that she was in a room full of people, she was always alone.

Everything he said to her before last night, all the scornful looks he gave her... Everything she said...

Yesterday he told her he knew how it felt, did she hate him because he was a mirror of herself? Of the part of her that she hated the most?

She didn't care, continuing to run even though she was out of breath until she found herself in front of a familiar front door which she knocked on loudly for several seconds.

She had to run because she didn't know what was waiting for her in her room, didn't know what was going to happen. Yesterday changed things and Aelin hated change and she hated not knowing something.

The door opened and Aelin could see that he was surprised, she smiled at him but it did nothing to ease his confusion. "Aelin? What the hell are you doing here? Did you run? It's seven miles!"

"Can I crash here for a few days?" She asked out of breath. She didn’t know what she would do if he said no but she didn’t have to wonder about that for long.

He didn't hesitate before letting her into his little house. "It's your home too."

“Thank you, uncle Gav.” He smiled at her and kissed the crown of her head before she walked up the stairs to Aedion’s room. The moment her head hit the pillow she was out.

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