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embrassemoi · 4 years ago

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Surrounded by The Moon and Stars • 08

Pairings: Sirius Black x [F]Reader, Remus Lupin x [F]Reader Content: Language, possible errors Author’s notes: Had a hard time with this one.

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Chapter 8: Master Plan

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Surgeons always have a plan, that’s what Y/N picked up from her mother over the years. They knew what scalpel they needed, where to cut or clamp down. But even with their carefully crafted plans, there are unexpected things bound to arise that we don’t originally consider.

“Stop moving.”

Because that was not a part of her plan. So she began to formulate a new one:

a) Surely if she were to scream now, it would alert professor McGonagall. She would come rushing to help and free her.

b) But if she stepped on the person's shoe while screaming, it would distract them just long enough for her to have a head start. The pain would be so sudden that they would drop their arms and she could run. If she focused hard enough too, she could channel magic around her. Besides, if all else fails, McGonagall would still be there.

Option b) sounded like a great plan.

Now that her attacker's hand was drawn back, Y/N opened her mouth until she promptly shut it again. In the dark, she vaguely makes out a tall figure coming into view, a familiar mop of fawn-like hair appearing from behind her.

It was Remus.

With his presence, her body instantly relaxes. Her shoulders slump as tension and fear slowly dissolve. Remus tosses her a glance, shooting a gentle smile before his face darkens as he nods. He brings a finger to his lips, warning them to not interrupt.

To her delight, Y/N feels the person’s grip loosen even more, however, their arms were still caged and secured snuggly. Her heart slowed, becoming calmer as her brain moved from the idea of self-defence to confusion.

McGonagall finally enters the main corridor. From where they stood, her back faced them as she peered around the darkness, gripping the base of her candelabra. It glowed brightly, lighting up the surrounding area.

This was the only time Y/N had seen her professor after official school hours. Her outfit was mismatched; a soft pyjama set, with her school robes and heels on. She swore she had a sleeping mask hanging around her neck. Had pure adrenaline not been coursing through her veins, she would have snorted.

Remus uses this to his advantage as he shuffles his way towards McGonagall. He brushes off the non-existent dust from his suit before he reaches into his pocket, placing a shiny pin on the breast pocket. He then coughs, gaining her attention.

Startled, McGonagall wheeled her head, “Mr. Lupin! What are you doing here?”

He puts his hands in the pocket of his suit cooly. “Good evening professor. I’m doing my rounds. I actually just came from Slughorn's party a while ago.” He says, gesturing to his unusual patrol outfit.

McGonagall remains silent, choosing to take in his appearance. Y/N can almost see the confusion written on her face. She peers sternly over her glasses to look at Remus. If he was nervous, he hid it well because his expression managed to stay unchanged and there was no trace of a lie. Her eyes scan him one last time before speaking, “You’re not supposed to be on rounds tonight.”

“I switched places last minute with another prefect. They weren’t feeling well.” Remus quickly adds on, “— you might know them? Calwald; sixth year Slytherin.”

“Ah, yes… I heard footsteps coming from here. Did you see anyone?”

Remus looks like he’s thinking quickly. “Yeah, just a first year Slytherin. I escorted them to their common room.”

Professor McGonagall’s unnerving gaze even made Y/N shudder. She tuts, her head drops in a small nod. She stands tall, “Very well then, goodnight Remus.”

“Goodnight, Professor.”

The soft clicks of her heels started up again. McGonagall heads in the opposite direction of the Slytherin common room while Remus pretends to walk away before pressing himself against a wall, camouflaging with the shadows in case their teacher were to look back. The echoing became quieter until only a soft, almost inaudible clicking came from the distance. The glow from her candles was gone and darkness surrounded them again.

Y/N was made acutely aware of the other person’s hold around her waist once it slackens, pulling away from her. The heavy fabric is dragged off her body before she turns over to her attacker.

“Sirius?”

She jerks away as far as she could, angrily. Her fingers twitched momentarily.

“You almost ruined it,” he spits out cold and aggressively. His bluish-grey eyes stormed, ripples of angry waves rolling from them. From the proximity, she swore she could feel the venom dripping from him as she released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. "And you bit me!"

She should have bitten harder.

She hisses back, “Shut it! How was I supposed to know that you were sneaking around?”

“Pads!” James growls, yanking at Sirius’ shoulder, “Fucking leave her alone. You’ve done enough today.”

“You gits!” Remus scolds, making his way back to the secret passage. He remained calm, directing his next sentences to the boys. “It was a mistake, okay? Calm the fuck down or you two will get us caught.”

Sirius huffs out, childishly. “Whatever you say Moomy.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“What’s going on?” Y/N askes.

At this, Sirius calms down a bit before he looks at Y/N again, a strange expression settles on his face. James on the other hand is ecstatic, “Right! We’re setting up the last part of the plan right now. The itching spray!”

Oh!"

“Yeah. Wormy is already inside the Slytherin common room making sure the spiders and Dungbombs we put in there are working.”

“Did you say he’s inside their common room?”

At this, his smile grows, “Got their password by waiting outside their door and Polyjuice potion. Our dear Moony brewed it.” Remus’ face is smug, his chest puffed out.

“Holy shit! I didn’t know you took it this seriously. Couldn't you be expelled for this?!”

"Godric, maybe Remus needs to give you his prefect title."

“I’ll gladly give it to you — fuckin’ hate being one.” Remus jokes, “Nah, we’ll be fine as long as we don’t get caught.”

“We’ve got our goody-two-shoes over here. Everyone loves him, won’t suspect a thing.” James says. Her eyes are back on Remus, sweeping from his face then down to his shiny prefect badge.

“I’m their scapegoat.”

Sirius sighs impatiently before cutting in, “Alright, I’m sure you can go now. McGonagall is long gone.”

Everyone shoots him a look.

“Oi! No! Please join us!” James whines, “You’re already here and trust me it’ll be so fun!”

“He’s right, join us,” Remus says, “Besides, you suggested it and it’ll be safer and easier to cover our tracks.”

It sounded exciting and she did need a pick-me-up considering her wavering emotions lately. Although Sirius’ jaw clenched. He was scowling at her.

“I’d love to join you,” she says, looking Sirius in the eyes.

A silent whooping came from James who balled his fist, throwing them into the air in celebration. They huddled together just as Remus led them out of the passage and through the dark.

James, who shared qualities of a golden retriever, walked by her side, a pep in his step. "You get to see the action first-hand, excited?"

“Of course!”

James rambles on before his eyes gloss over. He’s unusually quiet. Simultaneously, he grabs her hand and stops abruptly, dragging her to the back of the group. He lends in to whisper, his eyes flicking momentarily to Sirius, “Why were you with him?”

“Who?” She whispers back.

“Regulus Black.”

“Oh, we were at the Slug Cl —” She cuts herself off as she realizes, her eyes widened before staring at him, “You were following me!?”

“No! No!” He says, bringing his hands up defensively, waving them around. "You were walking in the same direction as him! To the Slytherin common room! It wasn't on purpose!"

“I — how did you — I didn’t even see you!” She thought back to the crinkling noise, “Wait, we heard you!”

He sighs a bit as he pulls out a large fluid-like, shimmery, silvery cloak. Upclose, silver threads were woven onto it, patterns swirling into regal shapes. He handed her the cloak to feel. It was silky smooth and glittered prettily in the light. It looked similar to the reflection of stars in a lake at night.

“You’re not telling me this is a…” she gaped.

The boy was grinning from ear to ear as if it were sewn on his face permanently. In a way, it looked rather demonic. He looked as if his face were going to split into two. “You betcha! An invisibility cloak.”

Her mind finally caught up to her once again before thinking back to what James asked. “Why’d you want to know about Regulus?”

“Huh! E-erm… no reason.”

She punches him softly in the arm. “You lying bastard! You can’t be nosey and not tell me? He’s not… bad? Is he? I quite like him.”

“No he’s not… just —” James cuts himself off, fearing he might have said too much. He did not expect the conversation to turn in this direction. He quickly averts her attention to another topic. “The Slug Club?” He says loud enough so the entire group can hear, “How was it?”

She would make sure to push him on the topic later.

Meanwhile, Remus and Y/N groaned.

“Awful.”

“Dreadful.”

“Nosey git.”

“Happily annoying.”

“He must be an actual slug. He’s slimy and boring.”

“Merlin! It can’t be that bad!”

“Oh trust us,” Remus addresses, “It’s worse. The entire time he went on and on about stupid shit. Like what was it he said?” He looks at Y/N.

“Ugh, what?”

“When he went on about that kid— what was his name… Seán?”

“Ah! Wait,” she straightened up and mocked their professor. She fake coughs for dramatic effect. “Your aunt created the Capmisted potion! Ah yes, brilliant, brilliant! I wish I taught her when she was at Hogwarts. Say, you’re still close, right? Why don’t we invite her to come to one of these parties one day?”

Her painful attempt at a British accent made them laugh.

“What a fucking sleazy bloke,” Remus chokes out.

They continued to make their way down to the Slytherin common room. All four jumped at the sound of footsteps before Y/N felt the invisibility cloak being tossed over her body, along with the rest of the boys too. They waited until it passed before finally stopping at the dungeons.

The entrance to the common room was by a stretch of stone. The area was dimly lit, the ceiling was low and had an eerie look and feel to it. Plus the cold only made Y/N rub her hands up and down her arms, goosebumps left in their trail. A dripping sound encompassed them like a makeshift metronome.

It made her feel uneasy.

Peter, who was crouched and small, hid in the shadows and would’ve gone unseen had he not popped out and scared all of them.

“For fucks sake Wormtail! We thought you were a Slytherin earlier.”

Peter was gleeful. He donned a large smirk and his face was slightly red. The Polyjuice was almost completely worn off, however, Peter had a full head of black, thick hair. “I checked everything, the traps should be set to release at eight o’clock.”

“An hour long?”

“Needs time to travel around the room.”

“Positive?”

“Positive.”

“Now comes the fun part,” James nudges her.

“Oh, hi Y/N,” Peter says slightly confused.

“Hey, Pete, here to watch if you don’t mind.”

Peter takes a moment to look at the rest of the group, “More the merrier!”

“Alright, you geezas! Let's get this party started!” James announces. He digs through the side bag he was carrying, pulling out four pairs of dragonhide gloves and tosses them to the boys. “Sorry, haven’t got any for ya. Would’ve brought an extra if I knew you were comin’.”

“It's alright.”

“Okay,” Remus says before crouching down, a large bag on his side. “I’ll start attaching everything, you know what to do and be careful. Remember, do not touch your eyes.”

He looks up at her, “Y/N if you could, it would be helpful to be on the watch out.”

“Gladly.”

Remus unscrewed bottle after bottle, attaching nozzles on them while James helped him. Peter slid out a ladder that was concealed by magic in a slim nook. As he scaled it, Sirius held on tightly to it before he cast a charm to prevent it from sliding around.

Up high, concealed by darkness and magic, revealed hundreds of identical bottles before Remus sprang up, switching places with Peter as he attached the rest of the bottles onto a huge system.

It looked similar to a new-maj mechanical system. The components consisted of small wires, a timer, tape and string connected to them all, along with a small lever that was attached to the underside of a brick. With the aid of magic, they were all securely set into place and ready to be activated.

“What is that?” She turned to Peter.

“Moonys got the bottles up there programmed to spray every time certain people leave the common room. See, look,” he points to the almost non-existent glow on the wires.

She marvelled at their creation. It was large and must’ve spent hours trying to conduct it. Sirius and James were helping Remus by passing him the bottles and securing them to the top of the roof.

If only Lily was here to see this. She would have an aneurysm.

At one point, Peter had been passing the bottles up to Remus while Sirius and James fiddled around with extra dungbombs they had, scattering them around.

“Jeez, Moons, my arms feel like they’re on fire.”

Peter did look worn out before he panted out. His forehead was starting to glean from sweat.

“Why don’t I do it for now?” She says to him before looking up to Remus.

“Only if you want to.”

The two switched places and Peter handed her his gloves. She slipped them on before enchanting them to fit snugly around her hands. Bending down, she picked up a few bottles. They were unexpectedly very heavy. She understood why Peter had to take a break. Although Remus seemed to be fine. Compared to his slim look, Remus had an unusual amount of strength that surprised her.

They worked in phases. Every ten or so minutes, Peter and Y/N would switch positions. They all worked in silence. From time to time, Peter and her would crack a joke, causing Remus to overhear and chuckle himself.

Everyone was having a good time. Even Sirius perked up, being less hostile to the entire group and even her. She thought she was dreaming for a split second.

The group worked quickly and managed to attach all of the bottles along with Dungbombs with only a few interruptions from incoming students. Luckily, they had the cloak to cover themselves and their things.

By the time they were finished, it was past one in the morning. They all huddled together underneath the cloak. Unfortunately, it was only medium-sized and unable to fully cover everyone from sight. Sirius and Y/N, who were on the edge on opposite sides, their arms and legs would poke out. More than once, it became very uncomfortable and hard to squish everyone inside as they flattened themselves against a wall anytime they heard even the slightest of movements. They kept impossibly silent, aside from James who’d been elated; constantly making small jokes or making sound effects with his mouth. Remus had to flick him a few times to keep quiet.

As soon as they reached the Gryffindor tower, they removed the cloak.

“Gastropod!” Cheered Peter to the fat lady. She swung open for the five of them. The warmth of the fireplace crackled as they threw themselves on the sofas. They all tried to catch their breaths and still their pounding heartbeats.

Pure adrenaline pumped through her veins as she took a moment to take in what just happened.

James was grinning from ear to ear, Peter seemed cheerful, Sirius became somewhat tolerable, while Remus, as always, seemed tired.

Remus, covering his mouth in a half yawn muttered out, “It was fun having you here but I’m knackered. I’ll see you lot at breakfast. Night.”

“Me too,” Peter said. Sirius got up to followed them as they made their way up to the boy’s dorms.

James stayed with Y/N for a bit afterwards. Both were giddy and they even ate a few snacks she still had in her pockets.

“Wasn’t that fun!” he said, “Godric, you need to join more often.”

“I’ll think about it,” Y/N says playfully.

“I’m going to train you — gonna make you into a mini-me. My apprentice.”

“I think the world has enough of your arrogance.”

He laughed unbothered by the remark, “This is only the beginning. Just you wait.”

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supernaturaldesires · 4 years ago

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A Wild Night

Having the opportunity for a night of fun with Dean and Sam Winchester, you would be a fool to say no. But do you really know what you’re in for?

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader x Soulless!Sam (no wincest)

Warnings: dub-con/drunken rough sex, threesome, penetration, oral (male and female receiving), deepthroating, bondage/use of ropes, anal

Word Count: 2,594

The club music pounded through your head as you swayed towards the bar, giddy from the several cocktails you had enjoyed with your friend. Her boyfriend had swung by to pick her up, but you were enjoying yourself too much to leave and assured her you would be fine as she left. Clutching onto the edge of the bar-top, you steadied yourself as you wobbled a little on your high heels. You peered around the corner of the bar, hoping to catch the eye of a bartender.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself there, doll,” came a smooth voice from beside you. Even sitting down, you could tell the blonde-haired stranger was tall, and his emerald eyes bore into you as though they were looking directly into your soul. And God damn, he was hot.

“No one is enjoying life unless they go a little wild every now and then,” you giggled in return. Your attention was diverted by one of the bartenders coming over to take your order. “I’ll have another long island iced tea please, my good man,” you sang drunkenly.

The handsome stranger beside you smirked. “Put it on my tab, mate,” he said. Before you could argue, he added: “And we’ll have three shots of tequila alongside it.” The bartender disappeared before you could say a word.

“Three shots?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow. He didn’t appear to be sitting with anyone.

“One is for my brother,” the man said, his intense eyes back on you. “He’ll be back in a moment. The other one, my dear, is for you.”

“Excuse me, sir,” you said in mock-offense. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

A coy smile appeared on his face. “I thought you wanted to go wild,” he teased. Then he leaned forward until you could feel his breath on your ear. “And if you call me ‘Sir’ again, I’ll show you a night more wild than your dreams.”

A delicious chill ran down your spine at his words. Before you could respond, the bartender returned with your cocktail and three shots. You picked up your cocktail and turned to the man who had bought it for you. “Thanks for the drink, um?”

“Dean,” he said, a wicked glint dancing in his eye. Another even taller man sat in the empty seat to your other side. “That’s Sam.”

You nodded to the new arrival, also very attractive in his own right, though there was something deliciously dangerous about the steeliness of his eyes. Whereas Dean had been more flirtatious, Sam appeared to be completely unashamed of dragging his eyes slowly over your body as if he was mentally undressing you. And honestly, it lit a fire within your belly.

Dean handed two of the shots to you and his brother before picking up the third one for himself. “So, Y/N,” he began coolly. “Just how wild do you want to get tonight?”

You smirked at him with a cheeky look in your eye. “I thought I’d see where the night takes me, handsome.” The three of you clinked your shot glasses together before knocking them back. You winced a little at the delightful burning sensation, and as you re-opened your eyes you could have sworn that for a split second, Dean’s eyes had flicked to black. But when you looked again, they were the same dazzling green they originally were. Maybe you were starting to reach your peak a little, but you never left a drink unfinished.

As you sipped your long island iced tea, Dean held the conversation with you, while Sam appeared to be the quieter one. He just sat there watching you, occasionally his eyes flickering to your drink, checking how much you had left. As you sucked the last drop down, you certainly felt a little woozy, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“I think that’s me done,” you slurred, a hiccup emphasising the end of your sentence.

Dean rose from his seat, placing his hand firmly on the small of your back. “What do you say we get out of here, then? I’ve got a motel room a couple of blocks down.”

“Mhmm,” was all you could manage as he guided you out of the busy club.

When Dean led you inside the motel room, you were a little surprised to see the still-silent Sam follow you both into the room. You’d assumed he was bored from the lack of any contribution to yours and Dean’s conversations, but figured he was just the quiet, broody type. “Mm, two handsome men all to myself?” You giggled, losing your balance and falling onto your butt on the bed. “Lucky me.”

Dean approached you, a dark chuckle grumbling in his throat. “Lucky you indeed. And lucky us for finding our plaything for the night.” His fingers wrapped around your jaw as he leaned down for a bruising kiss, pushing you backwards to lay you flat on the bed. “Are you going to be a good little slut for me and my brother?”

You’d had your drunken hook-ups before, but nothing like this. Never a threesome. But you’d be lying if you’d said it hadn’t been a fantasy for some time now. And to have the opportunity with two drop-dead gorgeous men?

“Yes, Sir,” you purred, accentuating the title. The corner of Dean’s lips tugged into a coy grin. His free hand slid down to your thighs, groping them before yanking your dress up and exposing your lacy black thong.

“Well, look what we have here, Sammy,” Dean boasted, licking his lips as his fingers shoved the fabric aside and rubbed your wet folds. “She’s already so wet for us.” You mewled in response to his touch, slowly grinding your hips to create some movement.

You heard Sam grumble from the other side of the room, out of view. “Hurry up, Dean, you know foreplay bores me.”

Dean gripped your thighs and pushed you up the bed until your head was hanging off the other side. “Well there’s a perfectly good mouth there to keep you entertained while I have my fun.”

You squealed as you felt Dean’s fingers return to your cunt, this time pushing past your entrance. You heard Sam’s footsteps first as he rounded the bed, coming into view. He still maintained that cold, dark look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Shoving his jeans and boxers down, you felt a shiver of fear and excitement at the length that sprung free from its confinement. He was longer than anyone you’d been with and you were anxious as to whether you could take him.

Your internal debate was cut short as Dean rammed three fingers knuckle-deep inside you. The scream that escaped you gave Sam the perfect opportunity to thrust his length into your mouth and down your throat.

“You’ll want to focus for this, sweetheart,” Dean hummed as he twisted his fingers inside you, making you squirm. “My brother has a tendency to break the toys that bore him.” As if to prove his point, Sam began thrusting down your throat, as Dean’s hand tightened around your neck, holding you in place.

“Thankfully this bitch’s mouth has a better use than drunken babbling,” Sam sneered, watching you through calculating eyes. The way he looked at you ignited a masochistic pleasure inside you. You knew you had a degradation kink, you had even convinced an ex to try to dominate you in the bedroom, but he wasn’t a natural dominant so it just didn’t give you what you needed. This, however. You could see in Sam’s eyes that he didn’t give a shit about you. And you loved it. Your mind swimming with the alcohol, you let Sam continue to abuse your throat.

Dean seemed to notice you weren’t attempting to struggle so eventually released your neck, focusing on pummelling his digits into you, making you moan crudely on his brother’s cock. It was when he wrapped his lips around your clit that you really lost it, your body bucking and writhing like you were possessed. Your screams muffled around Sam’s large member as the orgasm hit you like a freight train. But as soon as you began to cum, Dean’s fingers left you, grinding your orgasm to a cold and abrupt halt.

“Oh dear, sweetheart,” Dean tutted, grabbing your throat as Sam ripped his cock out of your mouth. The green-eyed man pulled you up by the neck until you were face-to-face with him, his nose with millimetres from yours. “Did you ask for permission to cum, you little slut?” You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to make your eyes focus on Dean, but right now you were seeing duplicates of him as your vision blurred. A shake of the head was the best you could manage. Dean gripped your waist with one hand and flipped you over so that you were laying on your belly on the bed. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them together behind your back. “Perhaps I need to explain your role here, little one,” he whispered into your ear with a dangerous edge. “You are here for our pleasure alone. We will use you as we please and you will be grateful for it. If you behave yourself, and if we don’t grow tired of you, we’ll consider rewarding you.”

You felt the harsh burn of rope wrapping around your wrists, hearing Sam scoff at the same time. “Speak for yourself,” he grunted, fisting your hair and dragging your face towards his cock again. “I’m just here to get my dick wet.” When you didn’t take the cue to open your mouth, Sam pinched your nose until you inhaled in a panic, and at that point drove his member back past your lips.

Dean chuckled. “That’s true. Sammy here isn’t quite as concerned about rewarding good behaviour. That’s just my thing, I guess.” As he spoke, you felt his fingers skim passed your wet flesh again, making you squirm. “But trust me, it’ll be in your favour to make sure you give both of us a good time, sweetheart.” A sharp spank collided with your ass-cheek then, making you moan onto Sam’s cock. Sam fisted your hair tighter, pulling your face flush into his crotch, forcing his cock painfully deep down your throat.

“Hm look at these two pretty holes here,” Dean’s sing-song voice echoed through your brain. Using your pussy juices, Dean lubricated your asshole, teasing your puckered entrance. Still held in place on Sam’s cock, you were starting to lose oxygen. “Where to start, hm?” You felt the nudge of his thick cock at your slit, which he then alternated between your two holes, not quite pushing in. White spots began to appear in your vision. “Eenie, meenie, minie...” Sam released your hair, sending you reeling backwards just as Dean thrusted himself into your asshole, fully seating himself. “Mo.” A cracked scream fell from your lips as your upper body crumbled onto the bed. Dean grabbed the rope binding your wrists together and yanked you up to your knees.

Sam stood back with a cruel smile, fisting his huge erection as he watched his brother rail into you. He leaned forward then, gripping your jaw with his free hand and making you look at him. “Do you whore yourself out to every man that buys you drinks?” Unable to shake your head, you could only grunt in response. “I do love a nice tight pussy to ruin.” Sam rounded the bed, standing beside Dean and gesturing for him to make space. Dean wrapped one arm around your waist, the other around your chest, and with ease lifted you off the bed, pulling you flush against his body and causing his cock to sink deep into your tight ass. You let out a whimper from the sheer force that you were being stretched. Sam took a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you, grabbing your thighs and pulled you towards him until the tip of his cock was nestled into your slit.

Fear momentarily rose within you in anticipation, but before you had a chance to act upon it, Dean pushed you down. A pained cry escaped you as your walls stretched around Sam’s enormous length, splitting you open as both of your holes were stuffed by the brothers. The pain almost became too much until pleasure edged its way through your body. Sam lay back onto the bed, holding himself up on his elbows, and in delicious synchronisation the two brothers pumped into you at an exhilarating pace.

Your mind was beyond comprehension by this point. Between the alcohol and the adrenaline, you felt yourself going limp between the two men.

“I think we’re losing her, Dean,” Sam muttered, though his voice lacked any sympathy. He pulled at your nipples, tweaking them painfully and making you cry out. The sudden sensation made your walls contract around the brothers, earning a delighted groan from both of them. “Fuck, just when I thought she couldn’t get any tighter.” Relishing in his new trick, Sam played with your nipples endlessly, and just as he was beginning to lose a reaction from you, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, pinching your supple flesh with his teeth.

You could feel your body raging towards a climax. “Please,” you gasped. “Can I cum?”

Dean’s teeth grazed your earlobe from behind. “Hm, what do you think, Sam?” He mused. “Has our little whore earned it yet?”

Sam grunted as he continued to buck up into you at a relentless pace. Then a cruel smile crept onto his face. “I have an idea,” he said slowly, purposely drawing out his answer. You cried out restlessly, desperately trying to hold back your orgasm. “For every time she cums tonight, that’s how many times she has to make us cum until she can leave this room. Each.”

Dean hummed in your ear. “Creative, Sammy, I like it. What do you think, Y/N? You’ve heard your terms - if you agree to them, you can cum now.”

Whether you agreed or not was irrelevant - you couldn’t keep control any longer. You screamed as your body spasmed between the brothers, bucking and writhing at the pleasure.

You woke up in the morning groggy and with a pounding headache. Your wrists stung from rope burns, your nipples felt raw and your holes ached from the abuse of last night.

“Ah, she’s awake!” Dean’s voice came from behind you. You turned over in the bed to face him and saw him slouched in a chair next to you. He clasped his hands together and leaned forwards. “I was worried for a moment we’d need to find a new toy,” he said in mock-sympathy. “That you wouldn’t be able to hold up your end of last night’s bargain.”

It took you a moment to filter through the blurry memories and remember the agreement you’d made. As soon as you did, your eyes widened - you felt so rough, so raw, so completely spent. “H-how many times did I...” Your voice was so hoarse that you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“Five, sweetheart,” Dean said with a cold smile. “That’s five times you need to return the favour to both me and Sam. You’re not leaving this room until you’ve paid your dues.” His eyes flickered up and suddenly you felt the bed dip behind you and rough hands grab your waist. “And it looks like Sammy is ready to collect.”

Dean tags: @akshi8278, @maniacproffesor

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #dean winchester #demon!dean #Sam Winchester #soulless!sam #demon!dean x reader x soulless!sam #a wild night

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lfthinkerwrites · 7 years ago

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The Curse of King Tut, pt. 9

Title: The Curse of King Tut!

Rating: T

Summary: Edward Nigma's been many things in his life, but he's never been a hero. If he's to survive Tut's final judgement and save Dr. Young however, that's what he'll have to be.

Previous Chapters: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8

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Edward had vaguely recognized the address when he read it on the note. As Selina's car drove further down the river front and a dilapidated warehouse came into view, it dawned on Edward exactly where they were going. "Stop the car here."

Selina did as Edward said, parking the car about five hundred feet from the warehouse. Edward could see no one hanging around the warehouse, nor along the side streets or water front. The only light about came from the street lights and a solitary light coming from the second story of the warehouse. Just outside the warehouse, he could see a parked car. Edward's eyes narrowed. It was the same car that had pulled out of GCPD's rear parking lot earlier that evening. They were here. Edward checked his watch. It was just past ten. He was early.

"Eddie," Selina said, "Not that I don't have any faith in you, but are you sure this is a good idea?"

That was a loaded question if he'd ever heard one. "No," he answered truthfully. "But I don't see that many other options available to us. Goodman's made his instructions clear and he's not afraid to kill. For the time being, I'll have to play along with this game. Wait about half an hour, then call GCPD and follow me in. Hopefully, he'll be too focused on me to notice you."

Selina didn't looked pleased with this. "That's assuming Goodman's willing to play by the rules Eddie. I'm not so sure he is."

Neither was Edward. There was a very good chance that if he went in alone, Goodman would kill him. Anything other than his apparent compliance with Goodman's demands though and Penelope was as good as dead. He'd risked her life enough for one day. "Well," he said with as much bravado he could muster, "Now or never."

Selina nodded. "Be careful Eddie."

Edward sucked in a quick breath, grabbed his cane and opened the passenger door. He walked down the empty street, only vaguely aware of the winter chill in the air. He didn't look back at Selina's car. As he drew closer to the warehouse, his mind wandered back to what had happened here ten years. He'd come here to save a woman then too. This time though, there was no Batman to fall back on. He'd be facing Goodman on his own. Edward sighed. He supposed that did make him Batman now. God help them.

When he came up to the front of the warehouse, he realized that there was no door. Instead, the walls outside were covered in hieroglyphics. Edward frowned for a moment, then remembered. It had been like this the last time too. He set his cane down and began to feel around the glyphs, looking for the mechanism that would open the door. It took a minute or two, but Edward finally succeeded and a slab opened in front of him. Edward took one last look back at Selina's parked car. In the darkness, he could just make out her shape, watching him intently. Edward took one last deep breath and entered the warehouse. The door shut behind him and Edward found himself in complete darkness.

"Are you sure he'll come?"

Goodman didn't answer the woman, who Penelope assumed was Leigh Carson, and instead continued to sit at the large monitor. Various security camera feeds from inside the warehouse flashed onto the screen, but there was no sign of any life.

"He'll be here," Goodman answered. "I completely humiliated him in GCPD. He'll be aching for revenge." Goodman turned in his chair to look back at Penelope. "And I saw the look on his face when I took her. He'll come for her."

Penelope sat towards the back of the old office room, securely tied to a chair. Any remark she might have made was prevented by the gag tied around her mouth. She settled for a withering glare at Goodman. She would not give him the satisfaction of showing how frightened she actually was. Goodman just laughed. "Defiant, aren't we? I can see why Riddler developed a fondness for you."

A fondness. Hardly. Edward may show show up to salvage his wounded ego, but he wouldn't come for her sake.

Carson didn't seem to look convinced. "And what if he doesn't find the message we left?"

A sick grin came to Goodman's face. "Then we'll send another one to his office. We'll start sending her back to him, piece by piece, until he comes." Penelope felt her skin crawl. She felt fully justified now in lacking any sympathy for the man while she'd been conducting his interview. Carson said nothing in response, but looked back at the monitor. What was motivating her, Penelope wondered. She'd been hovering over Goodman since they brought her here, attending to his every need. A codependent romantic relationship, like with Harley Quinn? Goodman seemed to treat her better than Quinn's object of desire at least.

A beeping noise distracted her from her musings and Goodman turned back to look at the monitor. "He's here." Penelope leaned forward as far as she could to get a better look. Sure enough, on the security feed of the main entrance of the warehouse, there stood Edward Nigma. He appeared to be examining the room as well as he could in the darkness. "Alright Goodman!" Penelope heard his voice call out, the audio feed distorting it somewhat. "I'm here! Come out!"

Goodman flipped a switch on his control panel and the light came on in the main entrance. Edward nearly jumped at the sudden light. Penelope could him pick up his cane like a club, before he realized he wasn't about to be ambushed and slowly lowered it back down. "Welcome Riddler. Do you remember this place?"

"I remember," Edward said. "I remember this is where I defeated you the first time. I'm looking forward to making it 2-0."

"Careful Riddler," Goodman warned. "I seem to recall you needing assistance last time. There will be no Dark Knight to save you, or a Cat Burglar. You, and you alone must face your final judgement."

"Not me alone," Edward answered. "Before we go any further Goodman, I want proof of life. Where's Dr. Young?"

"She is with me," Goodman answered. "You'll get her back when and if you complete your final judgement. Now-"

"I want to talk to her." Edward interrupted. Even with the distortion, Penelope could hear the anger in his voice. "Let me speak with her and then you can go on about your 'final judgement'."

Goodman gave Carson and short nod and she left his side to walk behind Penelope. She loosened the gag. "Ten seconds," she said. "Let him know you're here."

As soon as her mouth was free, Penelope took a quick breath. "Edward?" she asked.

Penelope saw on the feed Edward's body language relax somewhat. He really had been concerned for her. "Good evening Dr. Young," he said, almost conversationally. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Penelope answered. "You shouldn't have come here Edward, Goodman's going to kill you!"

"He can try," Edward chuckled. His tone grew serious again. "I'll get you out of this. I promise."

Penelope didn't know what to say to that. "Edward," she said. "Edward I-mmph!" Carson tied the gag back on and walked back over to Goodman.

"Satisfied?" Goodman asked rhetorically. "Now if you want to speak with her again, you must pass through the Final Judgement."

"I'm listening."

"Good. Do you remember the traps you had to go through last time? No matter if you do or don't. I’ve changed them. There are twelve gates a soul must pass through in the Egyptian afterlife. You may consider this the first gate. You will have to journey through the other gates in the Underworld and pass my tests. If you survive, you can have Dr. Young back. If you fail, she will join you in the Afterlife!”

Edward seemed to pause to consider his options, what few he had. Finally, he said. “I’ll do it. But this is your first and only warning: if you lay one finger on Dr. Young before I get there, you won’t go back to interrogation. You’ll be going to the GCPD morgue.”

Penelope’s eyes widened at the venom in Edward’s voice. Edward wasn’t just doing this out of wounded pride. He was doing this out of genuine regard for her safety. She wasn’t just an asset to him. At the console, Goodman just laughed. “You’d better get started. Good luck, Riddler.” He typed in a command and Penelope saw a door to Edward’s left open. Edward hesitated for a moment, before walking through the doorway. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the door shut behind him. Goodman looked back at Penelope and gave her a sadistic grin. “Now it begins, Dr. In a matter of minutes, the Riddler’s darkness will be forever cleansed from this world. I will be the man who delivered Gotham from the Riddler.”

Penelope tried not to shudder at the conviction in Goodman’s voice and instead tried to see if she could spot Edward on the other security camera feeds. Edward, she thought. Be careful.

Edward had to suppress a scoff when Goodman told him what his ‘Final Judgement’ was. Death traps. How original. Send the Prince of Puzzlers into a warehouse of death traps? Death traps that he had probably invented? Goodman really must have lost his mind. Still, he kept a slow, steady pace as he walked down the hallway. Goodman had gotten the drop on him twice in the past two days. Neither he or Penelope could afford for it to happen a third time.

Edward came to a the end of the hallway and saw a door. Above it was an inscription that read: ONLY THE WORTHY MAY ENTER HERE. Edward rolled his eyes. He'd better be considered worthy, this was the only door forward. Slowly, carefully, he turned the handle on the door and opened it. He found himself walking down a narrow, darkened hallway. Edward was on full alert as he made his way down. Any moment and he'd be running into something.

"Do you think yourself worthy to meet the Gods, Riddler?" he heard Goodman's voice crackle over the loudspeaker. "Only the worthy may continue on. Enemies of the gods must be dealt with by Atum before they may continue above."

Edward paused. Above...Edward pointed the head of his cane, extended it as far in front of him as possible and tapped it against the floor. He heard it echoing against the floor. He continued on slowly down the hallway, using the cane as an impromptu walking stick. Finally, about ten feet down, when he moved to tap the cane down, he came across empty space where the floor should be. "Another trap door? Seriously?" he complained. He looked down to see if there was any way he could determine the size of the hole and saw a glow. There was a fire at the bottom of the hole about six feet down. Lovely. As his eyes adjusted to the light from the fire, he realized that he could faintly see the floor beyond the hole. There was about a four foot gap between him and that floor. Edward did a few quick mental calculations, then he threw his cane across the open space. He heard it land with a metallic clang on the other side of the hole. He then took off his hat and placed it by where the floor opened up to serve as a marker. He did like this hat, but sacrifices had to be made. Edward backed up towards the entrance of the hallway.

"Leaving so soon?" he heard Goodman taunt. "Perhaps you truly are unworthy."

Edward scoffed. He was right where he'd entered. This should be far enough. He broke out into a run. He had just one shot at this. As soon as he saw the dim outline of his hat, he bent his knees slightly and jumped. He landed just two inches shy of the gulf and wobbled a bit before regaining his balance.

"Impressive," he heard Goodman drawl. "You're not known for your physicality."

Edward leaned down to pick up his cane. "You don't survive being a Rogue for as long as I did without keeping yourself in somewhat decent physical shape. And if you think a mere trap door will be enough to defeat me, you clearly need to spend more time in Arkham."

The only response he heard was a low laugh. "Egotistical to the end. The Gods will not be pleased with you. Dare you continue on?"

Edward began to walk down the hall again. He couldn't afford to let himself get distracted. A minute later and he found himself at another door. The inscription above this door read, SINNERS WILL BURN IN THE LAKE OF FIRE. Edward paused to consider this. He'd never been much of a student of Egyptian mythology, but he knew this didn't sound good. He placed his hand to the door. The door was cool to the touch. Slowly, Edward opened the door.

In front of him, much like the last room, was a darkened hallway. This one was different however. Alongside the wall, vents stuck out, six on each side. At the end of the hall, by the door, Edward saw the last two vents shoot out a burst of fire. The next two vents shot out flames and so on, until the last two vents, just inches from where Edward stood, came to life. The flames shot out for a few seconds, before shutting off, then the process began in reverse. Edward watched as the flames at the end turned off before he groused "This is hardly what I'd call a 'lake of fire' Goodman."

"It will do. Now, how will the so-called King of Conundrums make his way through here?"

Edward didn't move. Instead, he watched the vents closely. He'd done something similar against Batman once. If Goodman was ripping him off, then the vents should have a timing. One one thousand, two one thousand...

The vents came on and shot flame out for exactly five seconds, then shut off. The next vents down did the same, as did the other three pairs. Edward continued to watch intently, committing the timing to his memory. The vents followed the pattern in reverse as well. Edward continued to watch, ready to catch any change in the pattern. There was none.

"Why are you hesitating? Do you not want your Dr. back? She would make a worthier offering to the Gods than you."

Edward grit his teeth. Focus Edward, a voice that sounded like Jonathan said. "He's baiting you. Don't let him distract you. Edward continued to watch the vents for maybe five minutes more, until he was satisfied that the timing was consistent. Now, he just had to wait for the right time. The vents closest to him shot out flame for five seconds, then went cold. Not yet. They turned on again, then went cold. The next row of vents behind them shot out flame, then went cold. Not yet. The middle row shot out flame. Now. Edward broke out into a run as the middle vents went cold. Just as before, he had one shot to get this right. He reached the end of the hallway just as the last vents went cold. He had only a second or two to get to the door before they came on again. Just as the vents were beginning to turn on again, Edward threw himself out the door and opened it. He could feel the heat from the flames just behind him as he shut the door.

For a long moment, Edward leaned against the door, panting. After he caught his breath he began to laugh. "I thought this was supposed to be a challenge!" he shouted. "So far, your so-called 'Final Judgement's' not doing anything but making me look like the genius I am!"

For a long moment, there was only silence. Finally, Goodman spoke in a low tone. "Do you know what the process of mummification entails?"

Edward hesitated. "I'm not sure I follow."

"The embalmer would remove a piece of the brain by inserting a metal hook through the nostrils. Then, they would cut open the body near the abdomen and remove all of the internal organs. The lungs, intestines, stomach and liver would be placed into canopic jars, much like the canopic jars you found in my home."

Edward's eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat. Goodman hadn't just been telling him where he'd taken Penelope. He'd also told him what exactly he intended to do to her.

"You understand now, don't you? That is the fate that awaits your Dr, should you fail. Except, she will not have the luxury of being dead when I begin the process. Nor will I be quick by removing her brain first. She will be alive when I begin to cut into her. She will die screaming in agony as I pull out her organs and it will be your fault. You may want to keep that in mind as you continue through my Gates."

"You sick son of a bitch," Edward seethed. "She's the only innocent person in this building. How dare you-"

"How dare I?" Goodman repeated mockingly. "How dare I what? Isn't this precisely what you did to Batman for all those years? Threaten innocent people to challenge him? What, pray tell is the difference between us?"

Edward had no response to that. It did occur to him though that Penelope must have heard every bit of what Goodman had said. "I won't let him touch you," he said. "I'll be there shortly."

"Your arrogance will be your downfall," Goodman chided. "Now, I believe you have nine more gates to get through. I suggest you hurry."

Edward ran down the hallway.

It took every bit of self control Penelope had not to cry out when Goodman had told Edward what he would do to her. That's what Goodman would want, she thought. All the same, she was terrified. For the first time since that horrible night in Arkham, her fate was out of her hands. All she could do was trust that Edward would get to her in time, just like he promised. As she watched Edward's progress through the warehouse, she began to feel hope. He was moving with a focus and determination she hadn't seen in him before. He'd just cleared the Fourth Gate, in less time than the last one. In her place standing next to Goodman, Carson was getting visibly nervous.

"He's going through this more quickly than we thought." she said, her hand on Goodman's shoulder. Penelope allowed herself a little vindictiveness.

Goodman remained impassive. "Good," he said. "I want him at his best. That will make my ultimate victory over him even sweeter."

Penelope took her eyes off the monitor to really look at Goodman. All throughout this ordeal, he'd shown no emotion as Edward got through his challenges. Not even when he was taunting Edward did he betray any anger or nervousness. He had all the appearance of a man in total control. This made her nervous. Goodman had something planned.

Sure enough, Goodman began to laugh as Edward made his way out of the Fourth Gate and towards the Fifth. "Don't concern yourself, my Ankhesenamun. Riddler is about to meet his final challenge."

Penelope frowned. Final challenge? Goodman had said that Edward would have to go through twelve gates-he lied. Of course he did. Goodman had been playing Edward ever since his reappearance. Why would he tell the truth now?

Carson's nervous expression was replaced with one of smug satisfaction, confirming Penelope's worst fears. "You're right. Even if he is smarter than we thought he was, there's no way he'll survive this."

Goodman reached over to give her hand a light squeeze, before he pressed the intercom button. "This is your most important challenge of all Riddler. You will weigh your heart on the scales you find in there. If your heart is lighter than that feather, you may pass through. If not...well. We both know what will happen."

On the monitor, Penelope watched as Edward entered the room. It was large and almost barren, save for the scales in the center of the room. Off to the right corner of the room, Penelope could just barely make out something large. Her attention was soon captured by Goodman's dark chuckling. "All he has to do is touch those scales and it's over."

Penelope's eyes widened. It was a trap! She had to warn Edward! She frantically began to rub her bound wrists against the back of the chair, to no avail. If she could just get the gag off, somehow... She leaned back as far as she dared and rubbed her head against the chair's headrest. On the monitor, she could see Edward walking closer to the scales, before he stopped right in front of them. Don't touch it Edward, it's a trick! Edward reached his hand out, and Penelope's heart sank into her stomach. At the last second however, he pulled it back.

"What's wrong Riddler?" Goodman taunted. "Did you find a puzzle even you can't solve?"

Both Goodman and Carson were too focused on him to notice that Penelope had almost worked her gag off. Just a few more seconds...the gag came loose and Penelope took in a sharp breath of air.

"I can't exactly cut my heart out Goodman," Edward said over the intercom. "When I left riddles for Batman, I made sure they had actual solutions."

Goodman pressed the intercom button. Before he could say anything though, Penelope cried out as loud as she could, "Edward get out of there! It's a trap!"

Edward hadn't quite been sure what to make of the Fifth Gate. For starters, unlike the last few rooms, this one didn't have a proper door. Just an empty space for him to walk into. When he walked into the room, he noticed that unlike the previous three challenges, there didn't appear to be an exit. It was possible that as soon as he solved the scales issue that a hidden door would open. That's how his own mazes had worked after all. Still though, as he entered the room, he felt suspicious. That suspicion was confirmed as soon as he saw the scales. Sure enough, one had a feather on them. There wasn't anything else in the room that he could use to put in the other scale though. He reached out to grab the feather when something else caught his eye. In the far right corner of the room was a sarcophagus, on a large push cart. Now Edward was very suspicious. He pulled his hand back.

"What's wrong Riddler?" he heard Goodman ask. "Did you find a puzzle even you can't solve?"

"I can't exactly cut my heart out Goodman," he complained. "When I left riddles for Batman, I made sure they had actual solutions."

Edward heard the telltale crackle of the intercom system, but instead of Goodman's voice, he heard Penelope cry out "Edward get out of there! It's a trap!"

Well, that confirmed it. Edward turned to run back out, only for a sliding door to cut off the exit. A trick room! Edward banged on the door to no avail. "Goodman! This isn't what I agreed to!"

"In place of the Gods, I have judged you," Goodman's voice sounded. "And I have found you unworthy. You'll have 20 seconds to prepare yourself for the Afterlife. Goodbye, Riddler."

Edward then heard the distinctive sound of something ticking. The scales were a bomb. Of course they were. Edward's eyes darted around the room, looking for any kind of escape. His eyes caught the sarcophagus. Edward ran like Hell toward it.

Seconds later, the scales exploded, sending shrapnel and flame around the room.

Back in the office, Penelope could do nothing but watch in horror as Goodman trapped Edward in the room and activated the bomb. Edward has dashed outside the camera's line of sight as the bomb went off. The explosion had either severely damaged or destroyed the camera set up in that room, for there was no visual. Goodman turned back to meet her horrified gaze with a smug grin. "Your loyalty to him was touching, Dr. Young. But Riddler was doomed the moment he set foot here. Now, he truly is meeting his final judgement."

Penelope felt tears well up in her eyes. "No," she whispered. "No! Edward!"

#PI verse #the curse of king tut #edward nigma #the riddler #lfthinker writes

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an-anaemic-pen · 6 years ago

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Project Phoenix Chapter 12

The Training

The Manifestation || The Power Play || The Green-Eyed Fly || The Middle of The Night || The Alternative || The Attic || The House || The God of Mischief || The Kill || The Night || The Collar

Summary: Kate’s a normal teenage Midgardian girl; except there’s a Loki in her attic, and now S.H.I.E.L.D.’s after her, and also, she has powers. Apparently, she’s meant to save the world.

She just wanted to finish school and maybe fall in love—at least she’s accomplishing one of those.

Relationships: Gen, F/M (Loki/Original Female Character)

Rating: M (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage if you squint bit—nothing occurs while characters are underage, Sexual Content)

Mood: She’s A Superhero, Heaven Anthology

It had begun to rain on the way home, a light sprinkle falling from the pale grey clouds that had coated the sky. You should hope this doesn’t turn into a storm.

Oh? Why is that, Kitten?

Irritation twinged at Kate. Had she not randomly activated magical ice powers that made her nose bleed like something from a television show, she would sass him back. Sadly, she had randomly activated magical ice powers that made her nose bleed like something from a television show, so she held the retort dancing on her tongue.

A certain bird told me you weren’t a huge fan of thunder.

You need to find new conversation partners.

It’s a saying.

I know.

Kate could hear Loki’s laugh in her mind. She struggled to hide a little smile. It was kind of cute, actually. It made Kate feel good to make someone laugh. She decided although she was still very angry with him, that she would accept the God of Lies and what he had done. It wasn’t as though there was much she could do about it now, anyway.

I will not apologize for my rightful emotions, Loki, but I will live with your choices. She said it rather matter-of-factly.

Oh? Am I forgiven?

You never apologized.

I beg your pardon?

Kate struggled not to make a face. In order to be forgiven, you must apologize? You’re a prince, didn’t you have some fancy etiquette class or something growing up?

A class, yes. Following the etiquette learned is a choice, Kitten.

Kate rolled her eyes, resting her head against the window and letting the rumble of the car eventually lull her into a doze. It only lasted about five minutes, since they arrived home shortly thereafter, but it had been enough to keep Loki at bay.

An invisible thread seemed to steer her right to her room with little to no excuse as to her behavior. It wasn’t all that unnormal for her to go right up to her haven after church, anyway.

Loki slunk from her ear into the air, a little green light turning him back into himself once more. He was no longer the familiar Loki, but the strange man with a beard. Kate did not like it.

With the simple wave of his hand, a green wave flew around and encased the walls—even the closet. The magic shimmered and when Kate reached out to touch it, her hand flew through it. “It blocks out any and all sound and protects the walls from possible damage. Should your presence be required by a family member, an illusion will be cast and you will be able to leave.”

“Can anyone else see it?”

“No.”

“Cool.”

He let out a little huff of laughter. “Is your reply out of speechlessness or apathy, mortal?”

Kate raised an eyebrow. “Neither?”

“Do you find my abilities uninteresting?”

Her face screwed up in confusion. What kinda thought process is that? “No? I just kinda discovered I’ve got powers, so I’m more worried about that at the moment.” She shook her head. He made no sense. “Can you just show me how to not accidentally shoot something at someone?”

He sighed dramatically. “I suppose.” Then, he took a few steps back. “Attempt to hit me.”

“With my fist or ice?”

He gave her a flat look. “Ice.”

“Ice, baby.”

Unamusement painted his face. Kate took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes and staring at him. He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

After more than a few moments of slightly-awkward silence of them staring at each other, Kate spoke. “I don’t know what to do.”

He scoffed. “Am I supposed to be surprised?”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

They stared at each other for a few more moments.

“Are you going to ask me what to do?” Loki asked.

Kate gave him a flat look. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Say please.”

“Please?”

“And my title.”

She pursed her lips. “Really?”

“You’re the one who needs help.”

“You’re the one who summoned these ‘untapped power’ for your own purposes.”

Loki laughed, almost looking like he had the audacity to be slightly offended by her words. He raised his brow expectantly.

Kate was in no mood for games. “Can you please tell me what to do, Your Highness?”

His smile was vulpine. “Your success in using proper manners tells me you are teachable. I don’t believe telling you what to do will be at all useful, but teaching you may. Try again.”

Kate’s jaw rolled to the side, and she closed her eyes for a few moments. “Can you please teach me what to do, Your Highness?”

“Very good.”

She raised her lip at him.

He simply tutted and shook his head. “None of that sass will do, young lady. From now on, I will be having none of it.”

“Yeah right.”

Kate felt the collar reappear. “None of it,” Loki repeated.

She sighed. “Fine.”

“You say that as though you have a choice.”

She barely held back a sneer. “What do I do, Your Highness?” The collar zapped her and Kate yipped in surprise.

As he crossed the room, he spoke. “Darling, I know what sarcasm is.”

“That wasn’t sarcastic.” Another zap.

Loki moved behind her, barely brushing against her back, and leaned down. “I also know what lies are. Now, focus your energy.”

Kate took a deep breath. Keep your voice monotone, Kate. You can do this. “How do I do that?” It sounded monotone enough.

“The same way you focus your mind and attempt to block me out. If it is needed, I will siphon some of my power to you.”

Kate’s face screwed up in concentration. Her eyes narrowed and she focused on the wall. Loki quickly whisked his hand and a target appeared on the wall opposite to them. “Try to hit that,” he advised. Kate barely noticed the softness in his voice. Whatever the reason be that it was there, it disappeared when he spoke again. “I’ll be your next target.”

Kate nodded her head. “Why would you need to siphon your power to me?”

He put his hand on her shoulder. “Magic is very draining. I do not know the exact logistics of how yours works—it is much different from my own.”

“How?” She tried to call upon some sort of something.

“Firstly, I am Asgardian, and I was trained from a young age with the magic I always knew I had. Yours has been dormant for quite some time. Secondly, you specify in ice, similar to the Jötnar, yet you are fully human.”

“How’d you know that?”

“In past timelines, you were a liaison to Asgard and S.H.I.E.L.D. and often traveled between them. Odin is not fond of letting little Midgardians into the Realm Eternal, but he was convinced as long as you went through far more tests than necessary.”

“Tests?” Loki was distracting her. Or, she was distracting herself, because she kept asking him questions.

“Medical, physical, emotional, etcetera, etcetera. You are fully mortal, yet possess the powers of the average Frost Giant. S.H.I.E.L.D., of course, has seen mutants like yourself before, but Odin was wary.”

Kate attempted a fighting stance to try to keep her concentration. “You think he’ll be as wary this time?”

“You will not be a liaison between Asgard and S.H.I.E.L.D., so it is not something to worry about.”

She nodded. It took Kate a moment to realize nothing was happening, no matter how much she concentrated. Even when Loki’s voice quieted and she glared at the opposite wall, nothing happened.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Only you can know that. Do you feel in sort of power?”

“No.”

“Do you feel at all weakened?”

“No.”

Loki rested his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. Cold seeped into Kate’s veins.

After a few moments, the chilling power was now coursing through her veins. She could feel it rippling like water and goosebumps formed across her skin.

“Focus. Focus on your anger, or grief, or another strong emotion. They better fuel your power than nothing. Concentrate on that feeling, and will it to become something physical.”

Kate focused on her anxiety. It was ever-present, mulling in the shadows and waiting to get her in a moment of calm. Except, she couldn’t call upon her anxiety, that wasn’t how it worked. She blinked, eyes trailing to the floor in thought.

“Concentrate.”

She took a deep breath. Anger would have to do—anger at her anxiety, for taking over so much of her life and haunting her every second of every day.

“Don’t forget to breathe. Focus on the emotion, then let it go in a physical form.”

Kate closed her eyes. “Focus. Breathe. Release.” She repeated it in her head. The cold was still rippling through her from head to toe. She felt it growing more restless, like a boat on the water when the winds picked up.

At first, she wasn’t sure where it came from. The cold seemed to burst straight through her breastbone and out of her skin. Then, when she looked at her hands, she saw the frost crystals growing on her palms. They spread across her body like an infection. Kate wondered why she felt them crawling and tickling like a caterpillar, but not the freezing temperature, or why her body heat wasn’t freezing them.

Kate willed it to cease, willed it to focus at her palms, and it did. The cold rushed down her nerves and grew like a spike, shooting out of her palms and through the target’s lower half to land, half protruding from her wall, like a dart.

A smile crept across her face, and she looked up at Loki. “I did it!”

He almost looked proud as he removed his grasp from her shoulder. “Yes, you did. Were I not pouring energy into you, I’m almost certain you would have passed out and missed the target.”

Now that his hand was gone, Kate felt the power fading. The goosebumps were going away, and she could feel the heat springing from her heart and warming again. The feeling was to a point that bordered discomfort. She felt dizzy from the blood rush.

“Why would I’ve passed out?” The blood rush wasn’t going away, so she sat down on her bed.

“You are not adjusted to your abilities, and even a single attack takes quite a bit of energy. I suggest you do what is known as ‘carboloading’ before we train to prevent that.”

“Will that always happen?”

Loki shook his head. “You saw it yourself in my memories. Once you settle into your powers, it will be easier. Exercising more often will help, as well.”

Kate groaned. “I hate exercise.” There was a little zap in her neck, weaker than the more recent shocks.

“Then you will be at a baseline of powerlessness. You can’t even call upon your power without my help.”

She pursed her lips. Why does he have to be right?

“Because I’m above you in all ways.” He walked over to the wall, removing the icicle and repairing the surface with ease. “I must be returning to Asgard. I highly suggest you rest.”

Kate felt the collar disappear. “Ok… bye, I guess.”

He let out a little huff of laughter. “Goodbye, Katherine.” When he took a step, he disappeared.

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#OverloadMonday: Singles, Visuals, Projects - Oh My!

#OverloadMonday continues on. Check out what happened this past week, Jan. 8th - 14th.

Singles

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A few months back, a picture of 2 Chainz and Eminem in the studio flooded social media. However, when the tracklist for Eminem Revival came out, 2 Chainz’s name was missing and had everybody confused - not to mention people already felt some type of way about the features that did make the cut. While the original track featured Phresher, Eminem dropped the remix of “Chloraseptic” now including 2 Chainz as well as new verses from Phresher and Eminem. Amongst all the criticism Revival faced, Eminem used his verse to close out the song and lash back to all those who doubted him.

Not as raw as I was, ‘Walk on Water’ sucks

B*tch suck my d*ck!

Y’all saw the tracklist and had a fit ‘fore you heard it

So you formed a verdict

Eminem continues to go on, but I’ll be covering this track in my upcoming Revival review. Yes, I still will be reviewing the album. I need time to sit down with and really listen, so stay plugged.

This past week has been a big one for joint tracks from Larry June x Jazz Cartier, Robb Bank$ x Kid Trunks, Omari Hardwick x 50 Cent x David Rush - yes, Ghost from “Power” - and Scotty ATL x Zaytoven. Fresh off his critically acclaimed No Dope on Sundays, CyHi The Prynce starts 2018 with a joint track with Jonathan Hay.

Um, Craig David? Hell yeah! After announcing some big news (below), Craig David recruits rising-star GoldLink for his newest release “Live In The Moment.”

Let’s not forget Thelonious Martin’s take on Kendrick Lamar’s on “YAH” and, in a different type of remix, Wale’s take on SZA’s “The Weekend.”

While Rob Markman is living out his dreams as the lyricist, and Hip Hop journalist ,premieres a new single “Believe Me,” Jay-Z released a new segment of his TIDAL exclusive series, “Footnotes: Kids.”

After dropping the sixth installment of his Dedication series on Christmas, Lil Wayne jumps on two tracks with Hotboy Turk and Kodak Black on “F*ck How It Turn Out,” and Zoey Dollaz on “Mula.”

We’ve also gotten new music from Elley Duhé, Nef The Pharaoh, Jon Connor, Tink, and Dave East. Tut tells us to “Keep It Cool while Lloyd Banks keeps it pushing with his At Your Rest series, with his new freestyle “Mighty Healthy.” Speaking of freestyles, catch a preview of Young M.A’s declared "4 minute" freestyle of Gucci Mane’s “I Got The Bag."

After dropping “4everybody,” Lucki recruits 100BandXan to produce his new single “Fools Gold.” Oh and then, he released the Marcus Basquiat-produced “Sports Mode” just two days later. Well, damn. Excuse me, I see you Lucki. We also got joint tracks from Jorja Smith x Stormzy, YFN Lucci x Meek Mill, Omen x Ari Lennox, Nyck Caution x Aaron Rose, and Ryan Hemsworth x NewAgeMuzik.

Jay Rock teams up with Kendrick Lamar, James Blake and Future for his new single “King’s Dead.” The single is slated to appear on the Black Panther soundtrack, alongside “All The Stars” and the untitled Kendrick and Vince Staples joint you can find below in visuals.

With his album right around the corner, D. Lynch releases a new joint where he teams up with Royce Da 5’9 on his latest single “Speak On It.” Listen as the two trade punchlines over a playful beat.

Kali Uchis joined forces once again with Tyler, The Creator, but this time for her very own single. With added helped from the legendary Bootsy Collins, Kali dropped her first single of the year, “After The Storm."

Visuals

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I thought I was hyped when finding out that TDE was would be executive producing the soundtrack for Black Panther, along with its leading single “All The Stars” by Kendrick Lamar and SZA. Now, a new trailer has dropped for the action-packed Ryan Cooler-directed movie. It features a new single from Kendrick Lamar and Vince Staples that will most likely appear on the soundtrack, which drops February 9th. The movie hits theaters the following Friday, February 16th. It was reported this past week that the movie has already broken a record. It holds the No. 1 spot for selling the most presale tickets in the history of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Jeez. On the TDE note, check out Kendrick’s latest live performance at the College Football Playoffs Halftime Show in Atlanta.

In the past week, we’ve received new visuals from Cozz, Stalley, Nino Man x Jadakiss, and Majid Jordan.

The Black Eyed Peas are getting ready to make a big comeback with their newest release “Street Livin’.”

While Daz Dillinger linked up with Krupt and Snoop Dogg for “Sorry B*tch,” Uncle Snoop released his own visual, “Motivation.”

We’ve also gotten new videos from Cassie, TYGA, SHIRT and Lil West. Like I said, this is the week of joint tracks - and joint visuals it seems like with releases from Future and Young Thug, Carnage, Mac Miller and MadeinTYO, A$AP Ant x Soduh

Quavo and Takeoff hit the stage with Travis Scott at Jimmy Kimmel Live show to perform “Eye 2 Eye.” And while two-thirds of Migos were busy with Travis Scott, Offset dropped a visual for his “Violation Freestyle.” Cool, just keep dropping music and videos while we wait for the release Culture II.

Projects

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I’m always a sucker for concept albums. Rising lyricist, Sylvan LaCue, drops his new album, Apologies in Advance. Conceptualized around the idea of an AA meeting, “but for emotions,” as LaCue explained via Instagram. "Each song on the album represents an emotion to confront. My goal for this album is to get as many of us to start opening up and talking about some of the issues that we deal with on a day to day basis in an effort to heal.” Take a listen to the 20-track, 9 of which are interludes that signify the 12-step program. Stay plugged, I believe I see a review on the horizon.

A force to be reckoned with for sure, Lil Skies releases his latest effort Life Of A Dark Rose - pick your poison: SoundCloud, Apple Music or TIDAL.

As they have collaborated in the past before, Mari and Jimmy Lit come together again in their first full offering of a five-track EP, Mari Lit: Spotify + Apple Music.

After breaking ties with Fifth Harmony, Camila Cabello has finally made her solo debut with Camila. The self-titled album only includes one feature from Young Thug. She seems ready to be on her own, and flourish in a solo career. Go ahead, pick your vice: Spotify, Apple.

We’ve also seen debuts from Maxo Kream, 4K Tay, Bandhunta Izzy this past week.

K. Forest switches up his sound in his newest EP, When It’s All Said and Done. The Canadian singer shies away from his usual dark menacing style to a much lighter and soft tone. Worth a listen so pick your poison: Apple or Spotify.

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At the close of 2017, it was announced that TDE’s newest signee would be releasing an album soon, now a title among other details have been revealed via TDE’s Instagram. We have yet to receive an official tracklist, we have received two trailers and the album’s artwork. In an interview HNHH quoted, SiR spoke about his decision to sign with TDE:

"TDE is the first group of artists to really shift things where people have to look at Cali different. I’ve been listening to those cats for a long time. If I were ever to pull influence from anything, I would definitely pull from those cats. Their work ethic and their sound is just so unique. I felt like if I were to go anywhere that would be the best place for me to be able to expand creatively. So I wanted to be around artists who would motivate me to try harder. That’s my biggest thing -- motivation.”

Perhaps we’ll hear the influence of his label mates while still remaining true to himself. Cleverly titled November, the album is slated to release January 19th. Yup, this Friday. Check out the trailers for November, one and two, and stay plugged for more.

And when you think you’re too old for fairytales. While Detox seemed like it was nothing but fairy dust and folklore, it seems that perhaps it’s a bit of nonfiction too. In an interview with ESPN report Chris Haynes, Dre was asked about the mythical album and he had this to say: “I’m working on a couple songs rights now. We’ll see.” Well, while the quote is not exactly concrete evidence, he’s been revisiting this album since he first announced in 2002. There was a rollout, but no output. Several artists have “worked” on music, contributing the album that Must-Not-Be-Named but we’ve only ever seen his 2010 “Kush” with Akon and Snoop Dogg and his 2011 “I Need a Doctor” with Eminem and Skylar Grey. He officially shelved Detox in 2015, announcing that he would be focusing on the soundtrack to Straight Outta Compton. We know he’s always in the studio, but now that we know he’s working on tracks for himself…well, “we’ll see."

Another release next week comes from D. Lynch, who just dropped a new single with Royce Da 5’9 (above). His new album that is set to release this week on Friday, January 19th.

Tinashe is jumping back into music, about damn time. With a couple of teases on Instagram and Twitter, it looks like Tinashe is gearing up for the release of her long-awaited Joyride. Let the rollout begin!

Not sure how I missed this. Craig David recently announced that his seventh studio album The Time Is Now will released on January 26th. I am here for it! While you wait, check out the album’s leading single “Live In The Moment.”

It’s all in the details. As 50 Cent goes on about his Sunday regimen in a new New York Times profile, he reveals that he is currently working Street King Immortal. No release date, just a nonchalant mention: " "On most Sundays, I go into the studio to record my music and meet my producers there. There are no windows so it’s very easy to lose track of time. I could be there six hours and not even feel it. Right now I’m in the middle of recording my sixth album, but it’s as thrilling as my first.” He also unveils other details such as the possible signing of a new G-Unit member, Leonard Grant.

After a successful debut last year with his mixtape My Moment - which made my “Recapping 2017: Standout Debuts,” Tee Grizzley reveals that he has two projects on the way. In an interview with XXL, he revealed that he has a mixtape on the way, Still My Moment, and his debut album will be titled Activated. No exact release dates announced so stay plugged for more details.

Over the weekend, Wiz Khalifa took to Twitter to affirm that his new album is on the way: “Constantly in the studio … Albums never done till it comes out.” He then continues to confirm for a fan that the title is remaining Khalifa Kush rather than its previous title Rolling Papers 2 that was originally announced in 2015.

After last year's Pretty Girls Like Trap Music, 2 Chainz begins his 2018 with talks of a new album on the way. No significant information other than the mention of a "new album.” It might just be on the way sometime this year, maybe bite off its predecessor’s summer release date. We shall see.

Check This

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In 2014, Nas and the National Symphony Orchestra to reform his ’94 debut (classic) album Illmatic. At the time, the performance was not available to view by the general public. Yeah, I was one of those that scoured the internet for just a glimpse. Now almost 4 years later, that same concert will now be aired on PBS. PBS and Mass Appeal have teamed up to make it possible through Great Performances - Nas Live From the Kennedy Center: Classical Hip Hop. The film will not only cover the 2014 performance but also focus on the rapper’s highly critically acclaimed and certified classic album. Voiceovers by Nas will also shed light on what happened that night as well as talk about the album’s impact in general. Airing February 2nd at 9 p.m. ET, check out the trailer above.

After Coachella, Governors Ball, and the Boston Calling all announced their lineups, Bonnaroo and Firefly jumps in the mix and reveal their lineups.

Post Malone and 21 Savage broke records with their “Rockstar” joint, which serves as both their No.1 record. After replacing DJ Khaled’s “I’m The One,” for first week streaming record over at Apple, now “Rockstar” holds the longest run at No.1 on Spotify’s Global Charts for 108 days straight. And it doesn’t look like it’s getting knocked out anytime soon. It has been reported that the song has over 650 million streams across the globe. Ayyy, give it up for Posty and 21!!

Last week rumors flew around that mogul Jimmy Iovine was preparing to leave Apple Music. Then just a few days later, he spoke with Variety and shut down those rumors right away.

“I am almost 65, have been with Apple for four years and in 2 1/2 years the [Apple Music] service has gotten to well over 30 million subscribers and Beats has continued its successful run. But there’s still a lot more we’d like to do. I am committed to doing whatever Eddy [Cue], Tim [Cook] and Apple need me to do, to help wherever and however I can, to take this all the way. I am in the band.”

Iovine has no intention of leaving Apple Music anytime soon, "We need Donald Trump here to call it ‘fake news’."

A$AP Mob announced the lineup for Yams Day 2018, which takes place this Thursday, January 18th. Rumors are flying that ASAP Rocky could possibly release his long-awaited album, so stay plugged for more details.

Tech N9ne announced that he will be hitting the road this spring for his Tech N9ne Planet Tour 2018. Starting in Iowa on April 17th, the tour will finish in Colorado on June 23rd. The tour will feature the likes of Krizz Kaliko, Just Juice, King Iso and Joey Cool. Tech will be hitting 60 cities in his nationwide tour, so check the Strange Music site if he’ll be in a city near you. Also, stay plugged for more updates, the tour will kickoff after the release of his 20th - yes, 20th - studio album, Planet.

Justin Timberlake is already having one hell of a 2018. He’s just announced The Man of the Woods Tour, that will commence a month after his Super Bowl Halftime show.

It was previously reported that Donald Glover’s show Atlanta would be returning for a second season. Now, FX released a quick teaser for the upcoming show, which features Sonder’s “Too Fast.” I was very excited because I just love Sonder! And I featured them on my “Recapping 2017: Standout Debuts.” I digress, sorry. Anyway, the short video gives you a glimpse of the show without telling you too much, which just builds up the most angst for the highly anticipated show. Good thing we don’t have to wait too long, the second season of Atlanta is set to premiere March 1st. For now, check out the trailer.

Stay plugged

That sums up this past week in Hip Hop. Come back next week for more.

#overloadmonday #new music #new visuals #new projects #news #writtenbysade

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lexiiiidee · 8 years ago

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SOUND CHECK: PARK AVE

��Welcome to the blog’s newest segment titled “Sound Check.” Sound Check is a segment dedicated solely to producers. This is where I interview some of the people behind the production on some of your favorite rapper’s projects or songs. This is my way of bringing more recognition to the producers and their craft giving them the credit they deserve. In the very first Sound Check, I had the pleasure of having a conversation with producer Park Ave who produced the hit single off of Isaiah Rashad’s album The Sun’s Tirade.

Lexiii Dee: Where did the name Park Ave derive from?

Park Ave: Good question. I actually got my name from a cartoon show called The Regular Show and there was an episode with a guy named Park Avenue. He was running around, spray painting everything and it was a really tight episode and I really liked it. I saw the name and thought Park Avenue is a really tight name and I took it but I didn’t actually spell out “Avenue.” Instead of taking the whole word, I made it Park Ave and then everyone started calling me Park.

LD: What got you into producing? Was it something you’ve always wanted to do or it just came along out of nowhere?

PA: It just came out of nowhere. I was in high school and I did a little bit of it but it wasn’t really my thing. I actually wrote raps or whatever for a couple years and my friends needed beats so I was like you know what I’ll get on FL studio and make some beats for us. Low and behold, I fell in love with it and stopped rapping and just did producing full time.

LD: How would you describe your sound in one word and why?

PA: Relaxing because it’s not hype or the type that gets you amped up. It’s more so a nice day type of music. Jazzy sounding, soulful sounding. It’s more so what I go for.

LD: You’re from Georgia right?

PA: I’m actually from Brooklyn. I just reside in Georgia at the moment but I am originally from New York.

LD: Would you say that your sound has more of a Brooklyn feel to it or Atlanta feel?

PA: I feel like I’m in between honestly. I feel like right now, I do not feel like I have an ATL sound to be honest. I feel like, I don’t really know. I’m in an area where I am trying to discover myself. It does have that sort of New York feel to it but it is pretty southern with the slow, bassy, riding around at night type of feel.

LD: You did co-produce the track “Park” off of Isaiah Rashad’s project The Sun’s Tirade. How did working with Isaiah Rashad come about?

PA: I don’t know if you know who Tut is but Isaiah has a collective called “TheHouse”, consisting of rappers and producers. Tut discovered my SoundCloud about 3 ½ to 4 years ago and he is apart of TheHouse. Tut, being apart of the house, he found my SoundCloud and we ended up making a song together. In 2013, he connected me to Isaiah Rashad. I’ve been friends with these guys since 2013 and I’ve been sending him music since then. We’ve had songs before “Park” that’s never come out and I’m apart of TheHouse now. However, how the song “Park” actually came about, it was just one day, I was still in New York, working at a cafe and Isaiah just texted me like “Hey. Send beats” and I didn’t really have much at the time because I was just working and I really needed money, I wasn’t producing much and I only had a couple beats. “Park” happened to be one of them and he was like “This one is really dope.” So he made the song the next day and sent it to me and it was really, really tight. Then D. Sanders came in and cleaned up the drums and mixed it but that’s really how the song came about. It didn’t seem like anything special but when it came out, the people really liked it.

LD: Where did the sample come from? I don’t know how to describe it but it was very nostalgic sounding and I really would love to know.

PA: As for the sample, I can’t tell you that because of clearance issues but the way I did it, no one will be able to figure out where it’s from. Maybe off the record, I would have told you the artist I sampled it off of it was a face to face interview but I can’t.

LD: Did you know the song was going to be on The Sun’s Tirade?

PA: The song was made in November 2015 and the album came out about a year later. At first, around January, I was confident it was going to be on there because they were hitting me up asking what the sample was or what’s this and that and I was like oh shit, it’s probably going to be on the album but the album never came out. It kept getting pushed back and didn’t have an official date. When it started approaching a year of the album not being released, I was like the song is too old and probably won’t come out. It was cool or whatever but then I didn’t really know the song was going to be on the album for sure. I didn’t know if the song was going to make the album for sure, but I found out about an hour before they released the song. Isaiah’s producer called me and asked me how I wanted my name spelled on the production credits and was like yeah we’re putting out the song.

LD: How was it emotionally for you seeing a song you produced on Isaiah Rashad’s album? Was it your first major placement?

PA: Yes it was my first major placement. I was like surreal and surprised. I didn’t even know how to even process it. Till this day, I do not realize how I felt or how important it was but I felt proud like anyone would. I just didn’t know how to process it because it was just crazy.

LD: Do you plan on working with any of the other TDE members or you’re focused solely on working with Isaiah for now?

PA: I haven’t had any type of contact with anyone from TDE besides Isaiah, his manager, and a couple people associated with SZA but I haven’t had any direct contact with anyone to set something like that up. I just mostly been focusing on Tut and TheHouse and want to focus on them for now.

LD: Other than Tut, are you currently working with any up and coming artists?

PA: I’ve basically just been working with him and TheHouse mainly and more so opportunities with other producers. I’ve been reaching out to other producers than rappers. It’s a matter of just being around who I’ve been around for the past few years and focusing on getting better because I don’t feel like I’m as good as I should be right now. I’m not the most out there person and I’m happy where I am right now. Not saying I’m content but I am happy with the people around me and I feel like they will make me a lot better.

LD: Who are some of your biggest influences?

PA: Pharrell. He is easily my favorite producer, favorite artist. From a perspective as a producer and a hip hop contributor, I think he is the greatest of all time. Kanye, obviously, but if we’re talking about someone who influences my production style of how I make my music, I would say Flying Lotus, J. Dilla, and I don’t know if you know Erick Arc Elliott. He’s associated with Flatbush Zombies. I would say Erick Arc Elliot influences my sound the most. Out of every producer ever, he’s the one producer I hear what he makes, and makes me want to make music more than anyone. Also Mr Carmack; I think he is one of the most amazing producers right now.

LD: Lets say that you have perfected your craft and there’s artists that are out there that want to start working with you. What qualities do you look for in an artist for you to want to work with them? As in type of music or type of person.

PA: As a person, someone who’s not too serious, someone who’s patient; because of the type of person I am, I work really slow. It sounds bad but I really take my time and a lot of people have to be patient with me. That’s why Isaiah is such an amazing artist and person. It's been 3 to 4 years and we’ve only had one song put out that we’ve done together because when we met, I was not nearly as good as a producer and one thing he said to me that was amazing was that he’s been with his producers since they were terrible and now they’re amazing so I have faith in you and that’s what he said to me. This was in 2013. He didn’t even know me and it was over the phone and we probably spoke once or twice and that’s what he said to me. Now we’re here 4 years later. Overall a person who’s not too serious, patient,and not too full of themselves. Music wise, someone who is relaxing, soulful type of sound. One that goes along with my sound. It’s good to venture out but I have the most fun making the type of music I’ve grown up listening to and like listening to.

LD: Any upcoming projects in the works?

PA: I’m not working on anything specifically but I always set aside certain things and beats. Maybe one day out of the blue, a tape will pop up but I want to make sure it’s right. I’ve always wanted to do the Alchemist thing you know when you have a bunch of my favorite rappers on an album I produced. That would be tight but that will happen when it happens at the right time.

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