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jasntodds · 8 months ago

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Burial Plot [J.T.]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader

Summary: Jason thinks back on memories of your relationship

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, mentions of injuries, self-deprecating thoughts (jason), mentions of previous homelessness, mention of addiction (not jason or the reader), mentions of blood, character death, open ending

Words: 8,451

A/n: Dayseeker dropped Replica and Burial Plot really did something for me (again). If you wanna be tagged in my fics, you can click the link below, send me an ask/comment, or follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!

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The cold Gotham breeze nips at Jason’s cheeks as his hands grip the ledge of the roof so hard the solid concrete almost wants to collapse at his feet. The streets are busy below him, the streetlights and buildings illuminating the otherwise dark and gloomy city. Something here manifests and metastasizes into something cruel and unusual, a type of suffering that almost brings the city pure and unfiltered joy. It’s something about this city that feels unbearably cruel sometimes.

Gotham always felt like it was filled of poison with no antidote so maybe that’s why Jason always managed to find himself back in the dreary city.

It’s how he always saw himself, drenched in poison, ruining everything around him even when he desperately tries not to. It’s as if he was cursed from the very beginning and the more he tries the more he messes up. Even coming back from the dead didn’t seem right since even Bruce wanted nothing to do with him. It took him so long to even get into the family’s good graces again because even when he would try his hardest, it always blew up in his face. So, to Jason, there had to be something wrong with him.

But, then, there was you.

Jason remembers the first time you had a proper conversation. You'd met a handful of times prior but never really talked past the usual pleasantries. Dick had asked for your help on a mission even when Jason insisted they had enough help with the other bats and a few of their tag-a-longs. But, Dick insisted.

----

“Red Hood.” You’d snickered through your mask as you watched Jason on his stomach watching the building in front of you through binoculars.

“Something funny?” Jason quipped back with a gentle force of annoyance.

He could do this himself. He did not need to be teamed up with anyone and he had no clue why of all people, he was teamed up with you. You didn't even know each other. At least Jason knew the other bats and their ability and capabilities. You were an unknown factor in this even if he trusted Dick's opinion on you. He knew he could do this himself...in peace and quiet.

“Irony.” You’d stated back. “Red Hood. Joker. Boom.” You shrugged dramatically, earning a glance from Jason. You couldn’t see it through the helmet, but if looks could kill, you’d have been dead on the spot. “It’s not a very threatening name.” Your voice was nonchalant it made Jason want to groan for ten minutes.

“Excuse me?” Jason shook his head.

“I mean…Red Hood." You stated again, just as casually as before. "Not very threatening for a guy who decapitates people and blows people up.”

Jason moved the binoculars from the helmet and looked back at you. “Okay, so what would you have suggested then, huh?” Jason questioned and he’d have been lying if he said he wasn’t somehow both annoyed to hell and back and also, a bit intrigued about where you’d go with this as you knew anything at all about him.

“I think it would have been hilarious if you kept the Robin mantle actually.” Your voice had been airy and filled with amusement as a smile reached your eyes.

Jason had to bite back his own snicker. “Don’t think anyone would else would have.”

“Well, that’s cause they have shit senses of humor. I mean if I hear Dick say one more pun tonight, I think I’ll have an aneurism.”

“Yeah.” Jason lets out a chuckle this time and you felt as though you had won something from it. “His jokes are the fucking worst.” Jason almost groans through the helmet. “But yours aren’t much better, princess.” Jason stated before picking up the binoculars again to go back to watching the building.

A genuine smile came over your features. “I know.”

Jason's eyes had softened when he’d glanced back over at you. Something about how you held yourself during the stakeout, the ease of the conversation and you bringing up his death. He knew your fighting style, knew about your powers. He knew what you could do and how well off you were and how you were able to perfectly handle yourself. But, the ease of you held yourself on that rooftop was as if everything else were going to be easy for you even if it wasn’t. It was interesting and a bit fun.

“How’d Dick rope you into this anyway?” Jason had asked as he kept his eyes on the building.

“I had nothing else to do.” You laughed softly.

It was true. You didn't and Dick asked. His jokes might be bad but he was always one of your best friends so you'd always help when he asked. But, it wasn't all that big of an ask when Dick mentioned Jason would be helping, too. Maybe you had asked to be teamed with him instead of Steph or Tim this time.

“How about you? Dick said you don’t do the team thing very often.” You asked.

“Had nothing else going on.” Jason had chuckled softly. “If Dick was asking me and everyone else, I felt like I had to help." Jason stated even if he didn't really mind helping out his siblings.

“That’s nice of you.” You’d said.

“It’s nothing.” Jason keeps his eyes on the building you were supposed to be watching.

It’d be a lie if you said you weren’t the least bit intrigued by your friend’s brother. Dick talked about him often enough. You knew stories about The Red Hood. Jason Todd had almost seemed interesting from your perspective. The misfit son who gets brutally murdered and comes back to be, somehow, more of the misfit troublemaker that pisses everyone off. Hero turned anti-hero (you’d refused to call him a villain). It was tragic but he still comes back and instead of deciding to make innocent people suffer like most other people would do if they were him, he decided to just do something about it. Maybe his methods are a bit extreme and maybe he’s a bit of an asshole, but he’s doing something for the greater good. That’s not all bad and you’d always thought that was still better than him doing worse or doing nothing. You’d always thought that made him more interesting, more admirable.

And, maybe it doesn’t hurt that he’s kind of pretty with the blue eyes and white streak of contrast amongst the rest of his black hair.

“So…” You cleared your throat.

Jason looked back at you and then back to the building. “What?”

“Are you always so broody?” You asked bluntly as you moved your eyes back to him.

“I’m not broody.” Jason snapped. He was not broody, he was just busy.

“Kind of are.” You’d smiled with confidence.

“We’re supposed—“

“Blah blah blah." You waved him off because you knew exactly what he was going to say. "I know. We are. We can do the stakeout and get to know each other.”

You were not bad company. But, you were blunt and talkative. Jason didn't really know what to make of it, really. This small conversation had shown him that you would ask and say whatever crossed your mind and he has learned that is not always a good thing. Though, your bluntness and how casual you were about the whole thing was a bit intriguing. This was a job, however, and Jason did not come to make friends with Dick's friend.

“Who the hell said I wanted to get to know you?” Jason had snarked back.

“Ouch.” You huffed as you started feeling a little disheartened. “That was mean.” Your nose had scrunched under your mask.

“Look, princess, we’re on a job. That’s all it is. Don’t take it personally.” Jason shook his head and he didn't intend to hurt your feelings but this was supposed to just be a job.

“You can't me princess and one minute it sounds fine but condescending the next. That’s weird. And the job doesn't have to be boring. Doesn’t silence ever bother you?” You’d asked and it was that question that always irked him.

It’s silent a lot for him. He’s used to it but silence is still deafening. Since getting into the good graces with the family finally, it hadn't been as bad. There was usually someone calling him or something he needed to tell one of them. But, silence can eat at him still. It bothered him, just not on a mission or a job. Silence there was always fine though he didn't think that was entirely the point of your question.

“I’m sorry.” Jason muttered. “I’m not trying to be an asshole. Just wanna get this shit done.” He hadn’t looked back at you once.

You were still intrigued by him. You still wanted to get to know him even if he didn't want to get to know you yet. It wasn't some secret Jason was guarded. That was fine. It didn't really bother you. So, maybe it was dumb then but you decided to just go for it.

“Wanna grab something to eat after then?” You asked bluntly, getting Jason’s attention.

“What?” Jason asked quickly as he turned his head to look at you again.

“Like food?” You quipped. “You and me. Food, get to know each other.” Your voice had sounded a little more nervous this time.

"You actually want to get to know me?" Jason questioned. "Thought you were making conversation."

"Well..." You shrugged softly. "Yeah, conversation but I also want to get to know you. You seem fun." You'd managed to pull off a cheeky smile with your last sentence.

Jason had actually laughed. “I seem fun?”

“Are you an owl?” You quipped back as you matched his laughter. “Yeah, Red Hood seems like he’d be fun." You urged. "Get food with me.” You shrugged softly as hope echoed into your eyes.

Jason almost said no. Lately, he regrets not saying no. He should have. He swears left and right, up and down, every piece of him should have just said no. But, he thought you were pretty and funny and interesting. It’d been a while since Jason just got to know someone. He thought it would have been nice and you had so much hope in your eyes, he wasn't sure he could have mustered up a no if he really tried. There was something about you that made him interested enough to just get food. That would be all it would be. Just food. A no was never going to be an answer.

“Fine but I pick the place.” Jason stated before he looked back at the building.

You’d beamed from under the mask, a rush of heat coming to your cheeks. “Okay, Red.” You nearly laughed. “I trust you.”

----

Jason's legs are trembling and it's getting harder to breathe. It is as if his own memories are strangling him from the inside out, a desperate attempt to suck the life out of him one last time. He used to look at that night with a sense of fondness, almost nostalgia because of how far the two of you had come in three years. But, now it's just tainted memories haunted by the vision of you and the false concept of Jason Todd being allowed to be happy.

He remembers so vividly you telling him you trusted him as if it were somehow something so easy for you. You trusted him and you barely knew him. Jason knew then Dick likely told you some stuff about him, Steph, too probably. Maybe the other bats if you ever asked but under no circumstances should you have just so blindly trusted him after meeting him a handful of times, this having been one of the only actual conversations you had. But you did and something about it made Jason both want to jump off the roof and fall right onto the concrete below him and make his heart melt from his chest.

He thinks about it for just that single second, it was nice. It was a silly thought, he swears it was. No one should trust him because people trust him and then they get hurt, right? That’s how the story goes. In one way or another, they get hurt. Maybe it’s Jason doing the hurting in his typical self-destruction way or it’s worse. But, they get hurt. You trusted him and he thinks that’s the exact moment he should have evacuated. That night changed everything because he didn’t. He didn’t evacuate like he had all but been trained to do. He went to get food with you.

----

“So, tell me about you, Jason Todd.” You had grinned wickedly at him as you pointed a limp french fry at him from across the booth.

Jason shook his head as he leaned back. “Like what?”

“Dunno.” You shrugged and the grin never left your face. “What do you like to do for fun?” You asked so sincerely Jason had burst into a fit of laughter.

It echoes through the small diner. Booms off the booth and the glasses. You’d thought it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard. His nose had scrunched and his head tilted back. The laugh was hearty and somehow soft. It fit him so well and he seemed so genuinely happy.

“What I do for fun? That’s what you want to know?” Jason quipped back as he caught his breath.

“I’m sorry that question wasn’t up to your standards?” You had laughed back and Jason felt his heart skip a single beat.

“No, not that. Of all things you could ask though, that’s what you want to know?” Jason asked.

“Well, yeah.” You’d answered easily. “I know what you do for a living. So, what do you like to do when you’re not doing that?”

There was something so honest and sincere about how you’d asked, Jason almost felt comfortable laying it out. His interests are his and in a way, he always likes keeping them a little close to his chest. Some things he doesn’t tell everyone but others…it’s okay that they know but they’re his. But you were eating your fries, just waiting, filled with hope.

“I like to read.” Jason stated simply as he plucked one of his fries from his plate.

“Oh! Like what?” You asked with eyes wide as you put an elbow on the table to lean in. Dick said Jason was guarded so you didn’t think you’d get too much out of him tonight but you were so relieved you got something from him.

Maybe you’d had a crush on him from a distance for a while.

“Uh..” Jason offered an awkward chuckle. “Like Jane Austen.” Jason shrugged. “Mary Shelley.”

You shook your head in surprise. “Not what I expected.”

“Yeah, yeah--” Jason had started to wave you off.

“No, I mean, I dunno. Thought it’d be like…Godfather-type books. Or something.” You were the one who offered an awkward chuckle that time. “I love Frankenstein.” You'd said it softly with a tender smile and Jason felt relieved.

Jason had asked you what it was about Frankenstein you liked so much and you just went on a whole ramble about it. Jason hung onto every word as if your voice was the sound of his favorite song played on repeat. He just...listened and something about the way he smiled made your heart jump and spin. You may not have had the excessive amount of trauma Jason did but...there was always something that felt comforting when someone let you ramble and he did. Not once did he seem bored or disinterested and then you got to watch his face light up when you asked him why he liked Jane Austen and what his favorites were.

It was Jason's turn to ramble and it wasn't much at first but the more he got going, it was like the more excited about it he got. His face lit up like a Christmas tree and he got a little more dramatic and he relaxed a little in his seat. Jason didn't get a lot of chances to really ramble about his interests, not like this. But, you gave him that in the little diner booth and it felt comforting. It felt nice. It was fun and he'd have been lying if he said he didn't really enjoy it. And the more you asked about his interests and participated in conversation, the more comfortable he felt.

He was still guarded but you shared some interests so it felt easier to let the conversation go where it wanted, bouncing back and forth between some of both of your favorites and hobbies. It felt good to let go for a few hours. You wanted to get to know him and as it would have turned out, he was really enjoying getting to know you, too.

“What else do you do for fun?” Jason asked as he rested his elbow on the table, now a few hours into this getting to know each other thing.

“Ask broody men out to get food.” You’d laughed that was more of a snicker as if you were proud of yourself for the comment and it got Jason to chuckle right back.

“Oh, so I’m just a meal ticket tonight?!” Jason had asked with sarcasm.

“And a conversation!” You had defended, the both of you laughing.

“I am so hurt.” Jason had said it dramatically, easily.

“Oh, I am so sorry.” Your eyes had widened with sarcasm. “How will you ever recover?” You faked a whine, a hand over your heart and then Jason gained this smirk.

Jason knew it was getting to be early in the morning and you'd have to end this whole thing soon but that did not mean he didn't want to continue getting to know you. You were right. This was fun and maybe he liked your company after all. He liked how easy you made this whole thing seem. No part of him really wanted this to end so he decided to go for it, just as you did.

“What are you doing Thursday?” Jason asked bluntly.

It caught you off guard and it took everything in you not to burst at the seams. You hoped Jason didn’t notice.

He did.

“Uh…” You stuttered with a gushy smile. “Nothing, I don’t think.” You bit the inside of your cheek to try to calm down the smile while you failed miserably. “What’d you have in mind?”

----

Tears are hot on Jason’s cheeks as he remembers that night as if it had just happened. His teeth are clenched so hard they might just shatter right through his gums. His breathing is quick and everything starts to ache.

You had been so happy that he asked you to do something with him, he never thought twice about taking it back. The thought could have crept up on him and he would have shoved it into the darkest corner of his mind because the idea of disappointing you nearly shattered him. He didn’t even know you but there was hope and kindness and sarcasm and you were funny. You didn’t care. You told him Red Hood was not scary. You looked at him with kindness and hope, two things most people do not look at him with and he felt important for those four hours in that booth with you. So, he decided to take that risk.

Risks are a part of his daily life. They are usually calculated and you had told him they were not always calculated in a way that was really all too beneficial to him. The odds were never on his side very often. But that’s just part of the job, something you did understand. Jason was used to risk. His whole life had been one risk after the other just to survive. He was good at taking risks and showing them he didn’t care. This was a risk he wishes he never took though. Showing you these parts of himself and finally letting his guard down. He regrets that risk because he had just done what he always does and wouldn’t have caved about it, none of this would have happened because you would have given up. He bites his tongue as he remembers the exact moment he wanted to flee and decided not to.

----

You were on a rooftop in Crime Alley, not too high up and below you, Jason was kneeling in front of a few kids. You were not spying on him. You were supposed to meet up together while you were in Gotham, this was the spot but apparently, the kids had other ideas. He was just kneeling down to their level, no helmet and a smile beaming back at them. The two kids who couldn’t have been older than seven, looked at him like he was their hero. Jason was not the scary Red Hood who blows people up with c4 or the guy who will decapitate people to get what he wants from other people or the guy who might as well be a sharpshooter and is not afraid to display it. They do not look at him like a weapon. They look at him like he will protect them and he is so kind.

You’d been on a few dates over the last few months, nothing too serious even if neither of you were looking or talking to anyone else. It was nothing too serious even if you both talked nearly nonstop and maybe you couldn’t stop thinking about each other. But, it’d only been a few dates and you didn’t know each other too well yet and that was okay. But, something you had learned was that Jason is very kind. He is a huge asshole but he is so kind. Innocent people, kids, he is nice to them, far nicer than most people are. Jason Todd can and will kill people but he is not as ruthless and calloused as other people think he is and maybe have convinced him he is. So you had sat on that rooftop and watched him with those kids.

He laughed at what you would only assume were bad jokes and Jason never let the smile fall from his lips. It was just the two kids at first then there were five and then ten. He somehow had gathered a group of kids who were just interested in meeting the Red Hood. One of them had a scraped knee so you watched as Jason pulled out a bandaid from his tactical belt. You couldn’t make it out but you did see it was purple and black. He spent an hour just entertaining these kids before they finally decided to disburse.

“Kids, huh?” You had asked once your feet were on solid ground.

Jason quickly turned around, a quirked brow raised as he looked to the roof. “How long were you watching me?”

“Well, I’m never late so…” Your mask covered your smile but he could tell by the way you looked down and the crinkles by your eyes you were smiling. “You’re different with them.” You stated, blunt as always.

“Well, they’re kids so….” Jason said, unsure what your point would have been.

You nodded. “Yeah, I mean…kids…the, uh, the homeless, sex workers, addicts. You're different. You’re different with people here.” You pointed it out because you'd noticed before.

This was your third time in Crime Alley with Jason and he was always different here. It was always rooted in an understanding and a genuine kindness and empathy for things people have dealt with. He never treated someone differently because of their circumstances and instead, he fought for them. You'd seen your fair share of people being cruel to kids and the homeless, sex workers, addicts, the poor. Jason just isn't. Jason gave you a little more faith in humanity.

Meanwhile, Jason could never wrap his head around your bluntness. You never cared how something sounded or how it came off. You just said what you were thinking. That scared him. And made him feel at ease. He knew he would never have to question your intentions but he also had absolutely no idea what you were thinking.

“Grew up here.” Jason pulled in a breath as he rested the helmet on his hip. “I know what it's like.” Jason admitted and it was a small sliver of information he gave up willingly.

You had nodded softly. “Yeah, uh…Dick said you grew up here. Shit was hard for you until Bruce caught you.”

Jason had let out this sort of scoff that was almost a chuckle as he looked up to the sky and then the right. You couldn't tell if it was something bitter in him that was turning or something pleasant. You'd have put your bet on something bitter if he'd asked.

“Yeah, something like that.” Jason looked back to you, shifting his weight.

Dick had warned you to be careful. It was not to be mean towards Jason by any means. It was more because Dick knew Jason tended to push and self-sabotage things. He wanted you not to pry too much too quick. You knew you’d likely have to ask him direct questions if there were things you wanted to know but you knew not to pry too much. You didn’t want to scare him off but it’s been a few months and a few dates and you were curious about it. You wanted to know what made Jason Todd, Jason Todd.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” You asked and you were cautious, something you never really were when asking him things.

Jason had hesitated for a second. It was not a secret. He just prefers to not talk about himself and there was a little bit of something bitter thinking about all of it. Thinking about his life in Crime Alley brings back to him meeting Bruce and then dying. It brings him back to coming back and the way Bruce looked at him like he were a monster before throwing a baterang at his neck. It was the way Jason couldn’t figure out why they couldn’t just forgive each other. It brings back bitterness and pain he can’t quite explain. But, it wasn’t all bad and if he were being really honest, he kind of really liked you. Maybe he could tell you some things about it. You'd yet to give him any reason to not tell you so he decided to take that risk and let you into a small part of his world.

“What’d ya wanna know?” Jason asked before he put the helmet back on.

“Uh…” You weren’t sure if he’d be okay to talk about it so you were unprepared. “Whatever you wanna tell me.” You stated simply as you closed the distance between you.

“Well,” Jason cleared his throat. “It wasn’t all bad.” Jason managed a chuckle before he started telling you things about growing up here and things about his parents, helping you better understand him as a person while also allowing Jason’s trust in you to grow.

----

He stands on this rooftop, desperately begging to go back in time and take the risk back. He wants to fall back to three years ago and rip that night from the both of you. You will be disappointed but that is significantly better than this. Jason swears it is better than this. He can not have you. That is fine. You will do better, you will find better, you always deserved better. He wants to go back and take everything back.

His hands are gripping the cement as if that’ll send him into the past and it only makes his chest feel like it might split open and spill his heart out. He'd dig his own hand into his ribcage and rip his heart from his chest if it would fix any of this. Jason's hands shake with his grip and he would do anything, sacrifice anything he could just to go back. He wants to take it all back even if it’ll hurt you because he remembers that time you told him you had a crush on him.

----

“How long?!” Jason had scrunched his face, confused and insane amused.

“Like a year.” It was more of an awkward giggle that you let out. “I don’t know!” You threw your arm out dramatically, almost regretting telling him. You knew he would be teasing you forever over it now.

“You’ve liked me for a year?” Jason chuckled. “Fucking why? You didn’t even know me!” Jason repositioned on the couch, resting his arm on the back of the couch as he faced you.

“That was part of the fun!” Your eyes had widened as you defended yourself. “I don’t know. Something about the white streak of hair and broad shoulders and…” You pulled in a breath as you shook your head at him, more to try and tease him. “I don’t know. I thought you seemed interesting.”

Dick introduced you at one of the Wayne party things they had at the manor. You were so nervous you could have died right then and there. It really was something about the white streak of hair and the broad shoulders, the thick thighs, and the way his eyes were so damn pretty you could have combusted. His canines were a bit sharp so it looked like he had tiny fangs when the sun hit them just right. Jason didn’t say too much but you thought he was pretty. And you caught glimpses of him throughout the day, laughing with his siblings and rolling his eyes at Bruce and helping Alfred with some of the food. He was big and tall and a little intimidating but not when he was just existing with his family and you found that interesting. The crush went from there.

“Was this before or after Dick told you about me?" Jason had raised a brow, still trying to fathom why you were so interested in him without having had a single conversation.

"After." You answered simply. "He told me all of your stories pretty early on into the friendship. Got to hear all about the kids of Bruce Wayne and company." You stated with a soft smile.

"Why then?" It was a genuine question he had. "And why didn't you say anything for a year?" Jason probably wouldn't have said anything at all if it were him but he's surprised you waited so long since you never seemed to hide any of your emotions.

"I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it." You laughed softly, looking down for a second before looking back to him. "I didn't see you often, thought maybe it'd fade but it did not." You scrunched your nose as your smile grew. "But, uh, I don't know. Dick told me you died and how and…that you guys didn’t get along to put it lightly…since you came back. At first. You were all good then now but it took awhile. But then I meet you and…” You shook your head. “You didn’t seem…mean or…threatening. I don’t know.” You could feel the heat start to burn your cheeks.

You had only heard the story from Dick's point of view at that time. You've since gotten Jason's side but only hearing Dick's was different. There was anger and a sense of betrayal even if it wasn't rightfully placed. It was as if Jason being brought back brought back all of their guilt and grief, too but they never had any way to deal with it. They didn't know where to put it so they put it on the person that caused it, in a roundabout way. It wasn't right and it wasn't right what Jason was doing either. It was just a mess of miscommunication and the inability to move on. Dick spoke fondly of Jason by the time you met, but he told you about all of it so despite his kind words about Jason, you thought maybe he'd be a bit mean and cold and broody and intimidating. But he was not. He was warm and kind and he looked happy. You found it interesting that after everything, Jason was not a cold and cruel person.

“Hey, you can’t go around saying I’m not threatening.” Jason had given you this teasing grin. “You’ll ruin my rep.”

You let out a snort. “Didn’t you just save like a litter of kittens from a car, gave the driver the dirtiest look I had ever seen, and then wouldn’t leave the shelter until they told you they would be fine? Did you not just do that two days ago? Did you not call today to check on them?”

“I’m sorry, should I have let that dickhead hit the kittens?!” Jason asked in horror.

“No!” You let out this laugh that Jason nearly melted into. “I’m just saying, it is not me saying you aren’t threatening. It is going to be those kittens. They’re gonna tell all the other kittens and they’re gonna show up here and then you’re gonna have beef with Selina. I don’t think that’s something you want.” You shrugged casually, trying to withhold your own laugh.

Jason’s booming laugh consumed his entire apartment. “I did not realize saving those kittens would have such a butterfly effect on my relationship with Selina.”

“Shut up!” You groaned as you tossed your head back.

“Okay can we go back to you having a massive crush on me for a year?” Jason eyed you with big doe eyes, mocking you.

“I hate you.” You deadpanned.

“No, you don’t.” Jason pulled in a breath as he gained a giant smile. “Because of your crush on me.” He batted his eyes at you and you wanted to kiss the growing smirk right off of his lips.

“Yeah, I hate you actually. You suck.” You crossed your arms and gave him a fake pout. “My feelings are hurt and everything!”

Jason chuckled before he grabbed your hand from your arm. “I hurt your feelings?” Jason questioned with disbelief, knowing damn well he did not.

“Yes, you did.” You struggled desperately not to break into a fit of laughter as Jason pulled you into his lap.

“You look really hurt.” Jason nodded his head sarcastically, his eyes looking up at you and you thought you'd melt into him.

“I am!” You said it dramatically as a laugh slipped from your lips.

“Right.” Jason nodded his head, his hands coming to your hips. “I am so sorry, could you ever think to forgive me?” Jason questioned with so much sarcasm, you thought he’d start to lose his composure.

“I don’t know.” You answered with a dramatic pout.

Jason let out a laugh. “Your big ole crush on me won’t let you stay mad at me.” Jason leaned toward you, his eyes dodging to your lips.

“You are insufferable.” You stated quietly.

“Sure.” Jason muttered before his hand came to your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. “So insufferable.” Jason muttered against your lips.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” You rolled your eyes and Jason did not waste a single second more to complete the request.

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Jason remembers how happy it all was. You were like this beam of light in his life and for once, it didn’t seem so damn grim. Half the time, he didn’t care if he came home or not. But then you started dating and he fell so hard for you that he didn’t think he’d ever stop falling. And suddenly, there was this big reason to come home every night. The loss of him for you would hurt, even if it were momentary. And…he liked being able to come home to you on weekends when you'd stay in Gotham. He liked having someone to come home to. He liked being happy and having a reason to be happy.

Half that time he didn’t care if he came home or not and that caused its fair share of fights. Jason's breath shakes in the cold breeze as his chin quivers, remembering the fights you'd have about it. There were never many because you just didn't fight. Jason would sometimes push and pull, try to sabotage things and you always just called him on his shit, rarely ever even raising your voice at him. But, these fights happened because you cared about him and Jason didn't know what he was supposed to do with that. He was never entirely sure if he could carry it even though you became one of the most important people in his life. He thought you'd leave, maybe, until the last time you fought about it. As tears spill from his eyes, he remembers the last fight you ever had about him being careful.

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“Why the fuck are you mad now?” Jason groaned from the bathroom as he cleaned up the first aid supplies.

“I don’t fucking know, Jay. Why the fuck would I be mad?!” You yelled back, storming through his apartment. Everything felt too tight, too hard, too much.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t have fucking asked!” Jason yelled back as he followed you into the living room.

You didn’t normally fight and if you did, it was small stuff. Not this. This felt big. It had scared him because as much as he loved to push, he didn't want to lose you. It was never about him, it was always about you deserving better than him or deserving more. But, he almost felt paralyzed at the thought this fight wasn't going to be like the others. He thought you'd finally had it.

“Maybe that’s the problem.” It was more a mutter but Jason was close enough to you not that he heard it.

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” Jason questioned and he could feel his heart breaking into pieces through his throat.

“Maybe you should fucking know why I’m pissed. But you don’t. Did you ever consider that is the problem, Jay?”

It was not that you were even mad. It was that you were worried about him. You'd just cleaned up a few really nasty cuts again and that was fine. You didn't mind. He always did it for you, too. It was part of the job. It was how frequent it happen and how nonchalant he always was about the whole damn thing. It terrified you and you'd told him over and over. He was normally a good listener but...not when it came to this. And it hurt.

“You were fine earlier! Now you’re not?!” Jason looked to the ceiling in frustration. “I am not a damn mind reader!”

You nearly pulled your hair out. “I am not asking to be a mind reader!” You screamed back at him as tears burned your eyes. “I am asking you to fucking listen to me!”

“I do listen--”

“No! I get it.” You caved, bringing your voice back down but it is far more in frustration. “I get what you do. I am not asking you to give it up. I am asking you to be careful.” The last few words had come out as a plea and the fury and annoyance Jason had disappeared.

“That’s just part of the job.” Jason tried to defend softly this time.

“We both know you can be more careful, Jay.” You said it so candidly that Jason felt guilty for not trying harder. You were right. “Uh…I, uh, I had a nightmare a few nights ago.” You confessed. “And, uh, it was about you. And I’ve been thinking about it ever since because it felt really real. And then today…it just…” You shook your head. “This has been…the best year of my life.” You admitted as your chin started to wrinkle and your bottom lip quivered. “Because of you so I think…about losing you and I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Jason almost felt frozen because he couldn't tell where this was going to go and he wasn’t sure where he wanted it to go. The only thing he did know was that he didn't want you worrying so much about him and he felt guilty for putting it on you.

“I know it’s part of the job.” You nodded easily. “I know. I do it, too. But that doesn't make it hurt any less.” You admitted. “And I just…I wish you would be a little bit more careful because I love you.”

Everything froze for Jason. The idea of being loved is almost something he had chased for so long, he never thought he’d get it. He always chased it only to bite it when it comes close to him. It’s scary. The idea of someone loving him and him loving someone else. What if he fucks it up like he’s done to everything else? He couldn't believe he hadn’t fucked this up yet. You’ve clocked him self-sabotaging a few times, he hadn’t in a while but you caught it. You swore he never needed to because you liked him for him. You didn’t care about the dark and scary shit inside his head or the things he’d done. That never mattered to you because he is kind and a good person. He never could believe it but he chose to trust you anyway. And now he was standing here and he had no idea what to do because he could run but the idea of that made him want to burn through the floor.

“What?” Jason finally got out.

“I love you.” You said it again, honestly. It wasn't really how you wanted to tell him. You knew you would eventually but Jason can be a little skittish so you only wanted to do it when you thought he was ready to hear it. You were not sure if he was ready but you couldn't hide it from him anymore. “It’s okay if you don’t feel that way.” You nodded your head even if you didn’t think that was the problem. “Or if you’re unsure if you can say it. I just…I wanted to tell you so maybe…” You had let out a breath. “You’ll know why I worry and I want you to be more careful. I know that…this might not go the way we want in the end but…I just want you to try.”

He thought he didn’t deserve you. He did not deserve that sort of kindness or care or worry but you offered it so easily. You offered it to him as if it was the same as taking a breath. You offered an understanding with it. It’s something even Jason didn’t think about much, you being the one that didn’t make it home. He pushed it away because he felt like he might fall into the center of the earth if that would happen. It would be earth-shattering to him if it were you. You were at least careful when you would go on patrol and he did think that would help, to know you tried to come home to him. It is not fair to not offer you the same deal.

Jason closed the distance between you and you didn’t think he’d say it back which was okay. It would hurt but he had told you so much. Ever since that night months ago when you asked about his childhood, he had told you so much. You knew about being homeless and the things he has witnessed even as a child. You knew. You knew the horrors he had encountered through his life and if it were you, you weren't so sure you would offer those words. But just because he may not be able to say them, did not mean he did not deserve to know how you felt. That did not mean he did not deserve to know people loved him and they wanted him to stay alive. It would hurt but you thought it’d be fine because you knew he loved you.

“I’m sorry, princess.” Jason stated, his voice rough and honest as a hand came to your cheek. His thumb rubbed over your cheek as you nodded against him. “I’ll be careful.” He stated. “I didn’t know.” He admitted.

“I know.” You started back, eyes locked on his. They were red and his eyes were a deep shade of blue like he was on the verge of bursting into tears. “That’s why I told you.”

“Promise, I’ll be more careful out there.” Jason nodded down at you. “I, uh…” Jason pulled in a breath. “I love you, too.” He said carefully but honestly as a gentle smile came to your face.

“Was hoping you did.” You nodded back at him. “I’m sorry for getting so mad. Just worry.”

“It’s okay.” Jason pulled you into him, his arms engulfing you. “I know you worry. I’m sorry for yelling back.” Jason apologized, placing a kiss to your head.

“Can we just get takeout?” You let out a soft laugh, looking up to him. “We can eat and watch some bad reality TV.”

Jason let out a laugh. “What food were you feeling?”

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A sob rips through Jason’s throat, clawing its way into the cold of Gotham’s air. His legs give out before he can catch a breath and he collapses onto the pavement of the roof. It all hurts. Every piece of his body is aching and crashing like it never should have made it this far. His arms and legs shake as he turns to rest his back against the ledge. He pulls his legs to his chest as his face becomes soaked in his own tears. His lungs start to burn with every sob as he can’t get a full breath in. The world around him starts to spin and it all hurts. Why does it have to hurt so much? He loves you and he will always love you and it will always be painful.

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Lightning ripped through the sky and you were handling yourself as you always did. You were good on your own. But that night, five days ago, was different. It was different because it was not some big bad that would be the cause. All of that was going so well. It was a simple mistake. Wrong timing. An accident.

Jason had been fighting one of the goons, a nasty fistfight. The goon had some sort of training. Jason was confident, he’d beat him he put up a hell of a fight. It was a hell of a fight until it turned more brutal, getting more physical with punches and kicks, the goon picking Jason up and trying to throw him across the lot. It was getting messy while you were dealing with one of the metas. You were throwing lightning bolts as fast as you could manage while minding where Jason was. It should have been fine because you’d done this before. But, Jason tripped.

He tripped over something left on the ground and that gave the goon enough of a gap to grab him. When he was grabbed, Jason was thrown right into a pile of glass and metal just as you were throwing a lightning bolt in that direction at the meta. You missed Jason but you hit the reflective metals, sending the bolt back to you.

You went down immediately and Jason stopped breathing. The goon and meta took off while Jason was back on his feet, rushing over to you. Panic had flooded his body in that exact instant. You went down hard and the lightning threw you back. He knew.

He pulled your body into his lap, checking for a pulse and trying to feel if you were breathing only to find nothing. His hands were shaking so bad he could barely hold you in his lap.

He called your name with a tremble of his voice. “Come on, you gotta wake up.” He said it quietly, trying to keep himself together, desperately still trying to find a pulse. “Wake up.” He said it more sternly that time as he shook your head lightly.

You were lifeless in his lap and he was at a loss. What is he supposed to do?!

He moved to put your back on the ground and he started CPR before he used the comms to get ahold of Oracle. He told her what happened as he performed CPR, desperate to bring you back to him. You had to come back, right? It was your own lightning bolt. How can you be killed by your own powers? That sounds like such a rip-off. And Jason bit his sobs back because it shouldn’t have been you. It couldn't be you. It was supposed to be him because he needed to be more careful. He didn’t have powers. He already died before. He put a bomb in his helmet. It was supposed to be him to go first but you were not breathing.

You wouldn't breathe.

He tried and he tried until the other bats started showing to offer some help. He tried and tried and tried and it wasn’t good enough because the lightning was too much and he was clumsy. He fucking tripped and he slipped and that was it. It led you to getting hurt. It led you to getting killed. It is all his fault.

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Jason’s hands cover his face as he keeps sobbing, nausea filling his stomach. His stomach is in agonizing pain and he can’t bear to even attempt to pull himself together. What is he supposed to do? It’s his fault. He can never forgive himself for it and he knows it. You deserved better and he should have just said no three years ago. Had he just turned you down, you’d be alive and off somewhere living your life. Had he just been more careful. It doesn’t matter that everyone has tried to convince him it wasn’t his fault because he always sees it that way. And he misses you.

He wakes up and he misses you and that’s if he can even get any damn sleep. He wakes up and he misses you and he tries to eat and he misses you. Bruce comes over to check on him and he misses you. He sees some of your stuff littered over his apartment and he misses you. His entire chest feels like it might cave right in every single second of every day. It’s as if he is dragging his feet from one minute to the next with no real destination or desire. He moves because he has no choice. He just wants the pain to stop. He wants you back. You didn’t deserve to die.

How he is ever supposed to move on from this? From you?

The memories he once looked back on are now tainted with pain. And that is the only thing he has left of you. What is he supposed to do?

How is he supposed to live with the pain of losing you?

Hands rest on Jason’s knees, gentle and soft, gathering Jason’s attention. Jason’s own sobs were so loud, he entirely missed the presence of another person coming onto the roof with him and he missed the sound of footsteps approaching and then stopping in front of him. He missed it all and not a single part of him even cares. But, he looks up anyway and his breath catches in his throat as his eyes widen. How?

“Jay?” Your voice is quiet and broken with the sight of him.

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asmolfolk · 9 months ago

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Hi S. Can I request hc for Hades (RoR) and fem s/o? S/o is having a bad day and Hades comforts her intimately? 18+ and fluff please. Have a good day/night!

After a long time, guess who is back again? I finally finish my studies and I'm just chilling right now. So, as I'm in a Hazbin Hotel, HSR, Wuthering Waves and ZZZ brainrot And, I'm trying to get back at my feet for writing - if this isn't good is because of that :< (Also if any of you noticed that I didn't put dialogues with the S/O, it's mostly for her to also represent people with disabilities that makes them rely on sign language and everything <3) Also! If anyone is interested in Hazbin Hotel AU's, I have an > alternative Account < for drawings [what will include my au's <3] and also, I will probably start posting some X reader and long fanfics in my AO3 account. Also, I post some arts in my Twitter <3 Click on the pink text to go to the links <3 —— —͙ – -✰ Fandom: Record of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no ValkyrieCharacters: Hades. Warnings: Smut! —— —͙ – -✰

Hades x S/O: Feelings.

Hades is a simple man: The world could BURN and he wouldn't bait an eye, he doesn't care about humans, about other gods - except for his beloved, Persephone and his Brother. You and Persephone are the only ones who would make Hades go against his brother, against everything he worked so hard to maintain. Hades has no limitation when the topic were the two of you. Even if he wasn't in a romantic relationship with Persephone, this would be the same. You, bless your soul, already knew about his completely devotion - First of all, he never tried to hide it. Anubis, Thanatos and other gods associated with death noticed his demanour since the beginning. [And Thanatos is oblivious as fish swimming in the sea.] Not only that, but also: Loki RUINED your outfit, Hermes had to get you to the underworld - you were so close to breaking down in front of Loki...

This whole event was too much for you, especially because Hermes wouldn't let you interact with him. You had to go to Hades's room and already saw him, he was just with his pant while he seemed to be a bit... Tired, but, he just needed to look at you to have a smile.

"My beloved... What a pleasure seeing you" He looked at you and got closer, taking your hand after seeing the ruined outfit and the dirt, he was immediately pissed "What happened? Who did this to you?"

You couldn't bring yourself to answer him properly, your words were left to nothing as you sobbed, the gibberish you were saying didn't make him understand what was happening, but he knew that you needed a hug... And a bath.

"Come on, my beautiful wife... Let's take a bath"

Hades would spend his whole time just bathing you, hearing you spill your heart to him, telling him about everything that has gone wrong... And he would tell you how amazing you were, how strong you were and to praise you as you continued your story. Only when you were finished telling him everything, he would start to clean you up, he would dare to pick a cloth for you, he would just carry you - again - to his room and lay you down to the bed.

"My wife... Would you like me to sing you praises?" He always said that before going at you... And, as anyone would say. You just nodded. He was imediately, holding your thighs, letting space for him to be in between them "If you want to stop, just say 'Stop', okay? I wouldn't want to overwhelm you." He was always sweet, he always putted your own pleasure as his top priority... He didn't care if he didn't have a shot, if he didn't touch himself... He could be satisfied with just making you feel pleasure.

He started as always, kissing your clit as one of his hand started to do circles through your entrance until he started to push his fingers in and out, he was relief at hearing your moans and pleads to be faster. He just gave anything that you asked him, he started sucking your clit as his fingers started to get faster. As a reflect, you imprisioned his face against your thighs, you felt like you could suffocate him - until you remembered that gods don't need to breath. Hades didn't even cared with how much your legs trembled as he guided you to a much deserved orgasm.

He drinked it, drinked and licked anything left. He - as always smiling and looking at you with pride and love - would just take of his gloves and touch your face. "Do you feel better, my love?" After losing your senses for a second or so, you could only rely on your lips reading to tell him Yes. He would lay at your side, holding your waist and softly caressing your cheeks. "You can sleep if you want to, my beloved wife... I will wait for you."

The day was too much for you... But at least, you would sleep peacefully with your husband at your side, hugging you as if you were close to disapear.

—— —͙ – -✰ The next posts will be: OC x Reader, ROR x Reader and Hazbin Hotel x Reader. Stay tunned <3 [Hazbin Hotel will include Oc's, but they are just there for plot - Since it will be a long fic.]

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cypheroo · 9 months ago

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Differing Tastes | Zane Ro'Meave ~ ♧

no request this time! little gift for being gone for long

Word count : 2,226

Tw : heavy angst (reader has a crush on Laurence and it gets found out he's dating someone else), reader is extremely sad, can be seen as self deprecating, not fully cannon

AN : SO uh haven't seen a Zane fic out (if you have drop the link rn) but i wanted to write angst. Zane came to mind mid way through and made it a fic about him PLEASE DONT GET THE WRONG IDEA I DONT HATE LAURENCE PLEASE. i just needed good angst. ALSO THIS IS RUSHED, IDK IF ILL MAKE A PART TWO??? IF YOU WANT IT ILL FOR SURE WRITE IT BUT YEAH

You were supposed to be happy for him, glad he found someone he was able to really click with! But why did it hurt so bad when he smiled so much at her? When he laughed and cooed at her? You were his best friend for so long. Laurence was your friend. He was supposed to hug you like he did her! He was supposed to cup your face as he did hers. But here you were. At the other side of the table, both of them were unable to keep their hands nor eyes off each other. You were there with Katelyn, Garroth, and a few others you couldn't bring yourself to name. You tried your best to seem happy as the two finally exposed the relationship they had, you didn't know why they rounded everyone up for something so…sigh. But even with your own jealous thoughts clouding your mind you could find many reasons they would want to take everyone out to dinner. But the moment they brought it up you felt your heart smash into so many pieces, you wanted to cry and curl up. The man who had your heart, the man you wanted more than anything in this world, the man you…loved. It really was one sided. You couldn't believe how stupid you were, thinking someone like him would ever look at you as anything more than a friend.

You sat and smiled for the two in front of you, Laurence looked at everyone, you noticed how he stopped, showing a softer much warmer smile as his gaze as he looked at you. You hated it, you hated how you could really tell it was a truthful smile, how he genuinely was so happy with the woman who sat next to him. But the moment that thought raced through your head you became overwhelmed with guilt. Everyone was so happy for them, everyone was congratulating them and here you were, mad you didn't get what you wanted…gross. You felt so gross for even allowing your personal emotions to get in the way of such a good and happy occasion. You listened to everyone's conversations, just feeling too tired (or guilty) to really join in. you tried your best to be present, to smile and nod as much as you could…you really couldn't eat so you asked for a box to put your food in, so as to not waste it. And honestly the rest of the night was a blur…you remember Travis waving you off, Dante right next to him with a smile, getting into your car, driving home, going to your room, leaving the takeout in your car, now here you are…sitting on your bed, tears streaming down your eyes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You looked down at your hands, you didn't feel good…you didn't feel ok. But since you were alone you allowed yourself the time to cry, to sob, even though you didn't fully understand why you were sad.

The next morning was rough, you layed in bed, eyes staring blankly forward, you had cried most of the night. You pierced together a little bit why you felt like such a mess, the thought of losing your friend? Or maybe the idea that you wasted so much time yearning for his love and turning down even the idea of going on a date or just dating anyone else? Besides, it was on you, you didn't voice your wants to him…but it was clear now he didn't feel the way you did. His eyes and heart were for someone else. You turned the other way in your bed, eyes now dry and almost unable to cry now, you cried all the tears you could, and now you lay here motionless, feeling hopeless, sad, stupid…

It was late into the evening when you sat up, finally. Slowly you unplugged your phone to check your messages, scrolling at the various group chat messages you had received. You let out a heavy sigh, knowing you'd get overwhelmed if you went through them all, you turned off your phone again and set it on your pillow and slowly got up dragging your feet to your kitchen, making yourself a small snack. You had been crying so much you didn't remember how long you were awake or when you had slept, so after this meal you needed rest, you needed to sleep and go to work tomorrow, life wouldn't wait for you to sob and mope in your own self pity. It wouldn't let you, life would never allow you such stupid things.

The next few days went by slowly, you were barely really on your phone, clearly tired and absolutely out of it, sure you read the messages sent in the group chat, laughed at a few of the messages, sure yeah. You’ve kind of been in a limbo sure it was just a petty crush and all but it really hurt for some reason, in one swoop you felt like you lost your best friend and your crush. And god it hurt. Today you woke up as normal, maybe a little more excited than usual as you were expecting a package. So after getting ready to head out to your mailbox, you slipped on your shoes and walked outside, the sun shining nicely this afternoon, yawning you walked outside to the mailbox, opening it and pulling out the usual mail, after digging into the mailbox again to see if maybe you had missed the small package you sighed, maybe you had expected it too early? Looking back down at the mail and looking through it again you didn't see the figure walking on the sidewalk behind you. You didn't pay much mind as you knew most of the people who lived on this street. It was when you heard a small hum before you looked back, your eyes met with that Icey blue one, “rare, haven't seen you out of the house in a moment” he chuckled. You and Zane had a very odd relationship, sure it was friendly and full of teasing, but it was only as acquaintances, hell you didn't even have his number. You huffed and crossed your arms, still careful with the mail in one of your hands, “what? You've been lookin for me?” you asked with a small smile. He rolled his eyes, before he shrugged, “just stating the fact that i haven't seen you in a second” he continued, sure trying to sound again like he was teasing you but it was laced with a bit of worry. You giggled and shook your head, “well i mean I have not much left the house, so you have a keen eye” you answered before you sighed. Zane caught onto this, “why is that?” he asked without putting much thought into it, almost immediately wishing he could take it back, “if you'd like to share that is” he hurriedly continued. Becoming slightly stiff. “Oh my heart was just broken is all” you huffed overdramatically, sure telling the truth but wanting to kinda lead it on as a joke, after all it was stupid to mourn over something as trivial as this. Zane seemed visibly confused as you seemed to joke about that, to which you shook your head, “don't worry it'll get over it soon enough” you assured with a smile. Zane seemed a little more taken aback, “oh you were serious? I didn't know you were dating anyone” he said as he tilted his head slightly, the hair covering his right eye ever so slightly moving. “Oh no! No no i just ... .uhm long story short my crush got into a relationship so I'm kind of dealing with that” you attempted to explain with as little detail. No one knew of your crush on Laurence, well maybe except your roommates. They both knew full well of your feelings for Laurence and nonstop teased you, until a few days ago when they caught wind of his new relationship, then suddenly the teasing stopped.

Zane nodded as if he understood, “I hope your able to work through it, although i need to go, i cant bother to hear your sob story much longer” he said before he chuckled near the end, it was clear it was a joke and it made you chuckle a bit yourself. “Well hope to never see you again you asshole” you teased back at him as you turned to walk inside again, him continuing to walk down the sidewalk after a small huff that covered his small laugh poorly. Slowly you stepped inside and were surprised to be faced with not only one of your roommates but both of them, Lucinda smirked, “so zane?” she asked as she covered her mouth with a laugh, you were taken aback, “what about him? We were just talking” you sighed, “no no you were laughing too” Emmalyn continued off lucinda, “I could see the appeal but really? Going from laurence to zane is like changing your favorite ice cream from chocolate to vanilla” lucinda continued, you felt your face flush and you sighed, “we barely know each other, i mean i don't even have his number” you set down the mail, avoiding the two, “oh so you want his number?” Lucinda teased as you looked back at her, “No! I'm just saying” you groaned, “i'm going upstairs” you pushed passed the two and walked upstairs. Emmalyn and Lucinda looked at each other, “you think she does actually like him?” Emmalyn asked. “Nope, but he definitely feels something for her,” Lucinda laughed softly as she shrugged, “either way, nice to see her smile after these past few days” Lucinda walked away to the kitchen, leaving Emmalyn looking through the mail.

The next week or so went a little different, you were kinda moving past the idea that Laurence was happily with someone else, or you thought you did, that was until you were at the mall with Katelyn and Nicole hanging around. You were doing fine until…you saw Laurence and his girlfriend walk past. You thought you were finally over it. And before you thought it was over Nicole called them over, she knew and was close with Laurence's girlfriend and just had to say hi. You didn't blame her but god seeing their fingers interlocked and the smile on his face made you feel sick all over again. Once they walked over you smiled at the two, Laurence noting how he hadn't seen you much anymore, “sorry! Been busy, we should hang. I feel like we have lots to catch up on” he smiled. It was so clear he didn't know the pain he had caused. You tried to be present in the conversation, but before you knew it you were thinking of a time to excuse yourself. You cleared your throat before you finally said you had to run to the bathroom. once you finally rushed away you let out a heavy sigh. Finally relaxing your shoulders you didn't know were tense.

The moment you thought you were alone you heard a small covered chuckle, you looked around and were once again met with that same Icey blue gaze, “lemme guess, Laurence broke your heart?” he asked, you groaned, “stalker” you hissed as he shrugged, “i mean i work here, of course I'm gonna be here 9/10 times” he rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, it's Laurence” your throat tightens as you stated it out loud, “i just thought i was over him” you sighed. “I get it, seeing him again just reminded you of the pain?” His voice was gentle and softer, clearly understanding how embarrassed you were of it. “Yep” you sighed. “I mean” he sighed as he continued, “you'll find someone you're bound to” he hummed as he looked away. You shrugged, “I don't know,” you shrugged, “Well I do, just give it time, you'll find someone,” he said with a huff. “What makes you so sure? You know someone who has a little crush on me?” you smiled a little, joking of course as you looked back at him, he avoided your gaze and seemed a little panicked, “and if i did?” he asked, which surprised you, “really?” you asked as he sighed, “yeah, he just doesn't know how to approach you” he said still avoiding you gaze, you smiled a bit more, understanding what was happening. “Well next time you see him you should give him this, I'd like to ask him out for dinner sometime” you said as you pulled out a extra napkin from your pocket from the lunch you and the two girls shared, you pulled out an extra pen as well sloppily writing your number down and handing him the napkin. He took it and seemed to relax a bit, making you giggle, “I'd like to get to know you better Zane. It'd be worth a shot.” you explained revealing the fact you knew he was only talking about himself” instead of continuing to avoid his gaze he looked back at you, “sure i guess dinner would be nice” he nodded as he pocketed the napkin. You nodded as you waved, walking away, “got to get back to Nicole and Katelyn, be safe” you turned on your heel and continued to smile at the thought of knowing more about that Zane.

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thequeenofsastiel · 4 months ago

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So while I don't love the idea of sharing my medical information like this, especially because the reason for my illness was pure stupidity on my part, I think what happened to me is so important for people to know, especially since cannabis(weed/pot/grass/marijuana etc) will almost certainly be legalized in the United States nationwide for recreational use in the next few years.

Now, let me preface this by saying that I 100% support legalization. Don't get it twisted. But there's a disease associated with cannabis use that I think is important to know about.

What happened to me was Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome. For people who don't want to click the link, essentially what happened is that my brain stopped processing THC(one of the active ingredients in cannabis which starts out as THCA but turns into THC when burned) in the same way that it normally does. They still don't completely understand why yet, though hopefully more research will be done to explain what exactly is happening in the brain and body. The symptoms are cyclical vomiting and intense abdominal pain. Because the disease isn't well known, people who get it usually end up consuming more and more because paradoxically cannabis treats what it causes. This can lead to a complete inability to even keep water down, which can result in kidney failure, killing the person who has it. This is almost what happened to me.

About six years ago I developed the disease. Like most people, I had no idea what was wrong so I kept smoking more and more. I lost all of my body fat, my muscles got eaten away to the point where I couldn't walk or even feed myself. I eventually had to go to the hospital for a kidney infection. I went to five doctors before I got to one who knew about CHS and was able to diagnose me. So I stopped smoking cannabis, and recovered eventually. And I would be remiss to not acknowledge that the only reason I survived was because my girlfriend and her husband(I'm poly) insisted that I move in with them so they could take care of me. They hand fed me, held me up in the shower, took me to doctors, and even allowed me to bring my cat to their house despite the fact that husband was allergic. I owe them my life.

For over a year, I couldn't even be in the same room as someone smoking cannabis. But slowly it got to the point where I could. And because cannabis is addictive(yes, it is addictive, don't listen to anyone who tries to tell you otherwise), I started smoking periodically. But I couldn't do it too often or my symptoms came back. CHS is a lifelong condition, as far as we're currently aware.

A few weeks back my roommate went out of town and asked me to care for their cat, saying I could have as much of their weed as I wanted. Because I was addicted and also stupid I smoked for a week straight. Then they came back and I stopped. I knew I'd probably pay for it, but I had no idea how much.

About a week and a half ago, I woke up around 2 AM needing to use the restroom. But I was massively dizzy and couldn't walk straight, and kept crashing into walls on my way there. I managed to go and make it back to my bed, and spent a couple of hours slowly getting dizzier and dizzier and more and more panicked. I finally decided that I couldn't handle it alone, so I reluctantly woke up my roommate. They sat with me on the couch while I got worse and worse(and berated me for not waking them up sooner, god I love my roommate).

After about an hour we realized we had no choice but to go to the hospital. We were planning on taking their car, but I eventually crumpled to the ground and was only barely responsive, so they called an ambulance. They had to strap me to a chair to carry me down two flights of stairs(we live on the third floor).

Once I got to the hospital, the doctors ran every test imaginable and they couldn't find anything wrong with me, likely because they've yet to develop tests for CHS. Since we couldn't find anything wrong with me, we had to assume that it was my CHS recurring. But it was worse this time.

The last time I had CHS, I never collapsed and became non responsive. I just lost more and more weight and had abdominal pain so severe that I could barely bring myself to breathe. So I had no way of anticipating what would happen. None of the research done on it so far indicates that this could be a result.

The result wasn't just nausea. I couldn't walk. Which made no sense. My leg muscles were fine. I didn't have any physical injuries. But I couldn't walk. So I was sent to a physical rehab facility. After a few days I finally had a physical therapist who is familiar with CHS and also has extensive knowledge of how the brain works. She said that what probably happened was that cannabis scrambled the neurons in my brain which damaged my ability to process external information in the way needed to be able to balance enough to walk. There's no guarantee that that's exactly what happened, but it makes the most sense to me. So they needed to work with me while my brain recovered. Which it did. I'm fine now. Though I still need anti nausea meds, but that probably won't be for much longer; my stomach appears to be recovering.

That's what happened to me. I don't like sharing how stupid I was, but I think it's important that people know that this is a potential side effect of cannabis use. Please either reblog this, make your own post about it, and/or tell people in your life that this can happen. Because this disease kills. I feel lucky to be alive after this. Though I will likely owe thousands of dollars to the hospital even with insurance. I don't know how much yet, and I'm not looking forward to the bill. Yay to the American healthcare system.

Sidenote, a fascinating side effect happened. I can no longer remember what it feels like to be high. Like intellectually I could tell you what it felt like, but the feeling is no longer there. The urge is no longer there. That's why I've been using past tense when I say I was addicted to it. The desire is simply gone for the first time in ten years. I think my brain is protecting itself. Refusing to allow me to want it so this never happens again. It's incredible what trauma can do to the brain. And may I just say. Thank fucking goodness.

#personal post #cannabis #marijuana #pot #weed #cannabinoid hyperemesis syndrome

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thefakebeeextinction · 3 months ago

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TRANSFORMERS ONE SPOILERS AHEAD!

Chapter: 1/3

Word count: 2,013

Short summary: Megatron [D-16] got Onyx Prime's T-cog and I was left thinking: But who then got his T-cog? After my friend also pointed it out I decided to let it all free and complete the story I've been building up in my head. Welcome to a world where Wheeljack will get Megatron's T-cog and it'll have its consequences, bigger than anyone would've expected.

Ao3 Link: Click

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“Hello, please tell me your serial number.”

"W–E550, it’s–”

“You’re here to ask if your T-cog has been found, correct?” The optics of a mech before him finally raised, looking into his own orange ones making his intake instantly dry.

“I– Yes, precisely.” A few datapads upon colliding made a clank sound on the desk. Something clicked and was shortly followed by another set of clicks, this time softer.

It took exactly seven cycles before the mech with slightly scratched paint spoke to him again.

“I’m sorry to inform you about it, but your T-cog still hasn’t been found.” Wheeljack gulped, his glossa suddenly having an unpleasant texture. He let it wander over his denta for a bit before replying.

“Maybe– Maybe try looking again?” He tried, moving his arm closer to the window that was separating the two bots. “It’s W–E550, mistakes happen all the time, I get it, so if you could–”

“Sir, I’ll be honest with you, you’ve been here already at least ten times.” He stopped, letting the silence drag.

Nervousness got the better of him, making him look frantically around. A long line of other bots waiting for their chance to approach a window was behind him, making the doors at his back unwillingly flutter.

He slowly turned back to the mech.

“Can… Can you still check?” He adjusted his hands, something feeling simply wrong in the way they were lying on the cold metal surface.

“...Sir,”

“Please…?”

Nothing for a moment. Some bot that must’ve been even further away from him coughed gathering the attention of many, their interest quickly being lost.

A deep vent was heard in front of him before another set of clicking began. He waited another ten cycles in deafening silence to be informed that there wasn’t any T–cog registered with a serial number such as his.

★

“Hard day, huh?”

Wheeljack whipped his helm around, disorientation flowing through his processor. The fact that said words were addressed to him seemed to be received only when the mech sitting next to him smiled knowingly.

“Coming back from the pit's gates, aren’t you?”

It took him a while to register the meaning behind words. Only spoken jokingly and heard by pure chance between other workers in the mines. The mess left by Sentinel… Prime having its consequences backfire on them, civilians.

“Yes,” His arms wandered to finally put the pressure on his tibulens, the pressure and position being oddly comforting. “Yes.” He finished, lacking any other words to say.

The other bot must’ve found his reaction funny, although Wheeljack couldn’t bring himself to find joy in it. He didn’t think there was supposed to be any in the first place.

“Cheer up, I’ve heard it takes months to get even the tiniest thing done in this place.”

“...Month?” He let his body startle, posture filled with uncertainty and a tint of building-up dread.

“Month s ! You forgot about the s!” Another laugh.

Wheeljack couldn’t see any reason for such an emotion taking its place.

His pede bounced nervously, letting the hollow sound of metal hitting metal echo in the mostly busy train.

“My T-cog got demolished, y’know.”

“What?” He turned abruptly.

His newfound interlocutor didn’t call out the rudity of his reaction. The other bots that also were sitting there with them were few and far from them to hear anything. Wheeljack being left with an unknown who just told him his life could as well be treated as wasted.

“Yeah! I was like you, standing in the line with a smile on my face, by the way, these people who work there need some kind of positivity in their lives, can’t imagine sitting all day behind a desk and only clicking! And you know, I’m not an impolite mech, quite the opposite actually. So when they asked me for my serial number and after cycles and cycles replied with ‘Oh, we’re sorry! Your T-cog was actually the one that got demolished!’ I said thank you and left, ha!” The energy with which the mech was telling his story didn’t match the message it carried.

It flew over Wheeljack’s processor a few times, the words still feeling alien to him the more he repeated it.

The following silence was horrendous like every other he had to endure during the past few solar cycles.

“You’re still waiting, right?”

“Waiting?” In his distress, he turned his helm around while inside his spark ached for the conversation to end.

“For any kind of information about your T-cog, are you?”

His fingers proved to be a good distraction from the situation he was put in. Them hitting on his knuckles while he silently counted the numbers, solving some equations to busy himself with something.

“Yeah, sure.” He finally replied, licking afterward his dry lower derma.

“There’s still hope then!” This time he didn’t look up to face the other.

“Don’t be so down, I’m telling the truth!” An irk was born which he successfully suppressed. Nervous tapping being followed by it increased together with the numbers he started to add.

“No, I’m serious!” The bot sitting beside him moved, getting closer but not enough to invade his personal space. “They take much shorter to sort through the T-cogs that were dismantled, the femme that was serving me said so herself!”

Wheeljack raised an unbelieving optical ridge, hoping the other would get the message he wasn’t any more interested in the conversation. He wasn’t in the first place but it was improper to voice that thought out loud.

“She said she’ll write my number on the waiting list, so there’s still a chance I’ll maybe get my dream of riding on the streets.” A short laugh, different from the others that were heard during all this one-sided conversation.

“And if not–”

“And if not then what?”

“Huh?” The mech let out a stifled surprise at Wheeljack’s sudden interest.

“You– And if not then what?”

The response wasn’t given immediately. Both miners on the cushions that never were pleasant to sit on. The voice of an unnaturally speaking mech spoken through the speaker before the doors closed. Everyone who wanted to leave the train left, leaving only them two waiting for the train to arrive at the last two stations.

“I suppose I’ll have to move around like I usually did, on my pedes.” The other bot hummed as if giving such an answer was a justification for why he was delaying saying it.

“And your dreams? You said so yourself, what about them?” Any kind of personal culture was left somewhere in the middle of their encounter. “What about riding, what about– Following the flow of the streets, are you going to just let it all go?”

“You’re really poetical when you finally talk, has anyone ever said that to you?” The lack of response was everything the stranger had to know. Either way, he still let out a small snort.

“I suppose,” The bot’s right servo moved around in the air for a bit before he spoke. “I’ll have to see.”

“The frag’s here to see?” It went unsaid how Wheeljack’s vent was heard heavily ventilating.

“Well, Sentinel’s not in command anymore. And this Optimus guy was apparently a miner himself,” The slight stop in Wheeljack’s movement was left unnoticed. “Word goes by that he’s trying to find a method of developing a functional T-cog laboratory,” He put one of his pedes on the seat they were taking. “So it’s not like I have much of a choice in this matter, I’ll just have to wait and see what’s going to happen next. It’s better than sitting and fuming over something that’s out of our new Prime’s control.” The bot gave him a slight smile, finishing his sentence.

Wheeljack didn’t have a reply to that, not even willing to engage any further.

He was left alone, soft humming of the other, putting his busy engines to a stop when a certain note was hit that made his processor follow it internally. He stopped it immediately after catching onto his actions, coming back with his thoughts to the more important matter.

“It’s unfair.” He said.

The stranger hummed.

“We were treated unfairly,” A gulp, a stop for it to be soon continued. “Sentinel Prime made out of us his unconditional believers.”

Wheeljack agreed with him but couldn’t bring himself to voice it out. Hearing it hurt as much as it did the first time. He dared to be the one to say it ached stronger and stronger the more it was repeated.

“I don’t think I can bring myself to care about it, you know?”

The robotic voice spoke again, informing them they were closer to their next station.

“I mean, yeah! I am mad, man, furious even! But it’s not like I don’t have more important matters to worry about.” The bot let out a deep vent, changing for the nth time the position he was sitting in. His chin now resting on the inner side of his servo. “First there’s the matter of free time, I’ve never got so much of it and honestly I don’t know what to do with myself! I’m trying to pick up a few hobbies to keep myself busy but working previously for twenty mega-cycles without a break does things to your processor.” An ugly snort was let out, a humorless laugh at the absurdity of the conditions they were not so long ago forced to work in. Wheeljack doesn’t think they would bat an optic on them though if it wasn’t for the new Prime to tell them the ugly truth Sentinel was hiding.

He closed his servos tighter, the digits digging in and giving the unnervingly comforting feeling of being present.

“Then there’s my– Our job. They gave us an actual pay for that, can you imagine? Not just a few shanix, an actual pay! I don’t even know what to do with so much money and I’m sure I’m not the only one!” The joyous smile was speaking volumes, the mech’s next word following such a pattern. “There’s so much more I’m not bringing up right now because, to be honest, I forgot about it.”

“But there’s just so much to think of I can do since we started being treated equally.” The mech faced him, nothing that was shown on his faceplates was forced.

It felt surreal for Wheeljack to not think of what Sentinel did to them though.

They were slaves in the shackles they wore willingly, foolishly believing in every word spoken through these golden lips of Sentinel’s. They were spewing lies.

But then all of them believed such lies to be the light of hope that could reunite them and bring them back to the surface. A utopian place where their predecessors lived.

Where other Primes ruled before a betrayal left them reduced to memory and dust.

“It’s unfair,” Wheeljack repeated.

None of them declined his words, his persistence being the only one who screamed they were treated unfairly. They didn’t deserve it, none of it.

None of the stress so many were going through, searching for this one part that’ll make them whole.

“I’m Smokescreen, by the way.” Was what broke the silence.

Wheeljack didn’t respond. He didn’t nod, just sat there.

His pede’s stopping at some point its movement, the tapping being less consistent.

“Wheeljack.” He acknowledged the newly known Smokescreen at the last minute when the other was leaving the train.

He ignored the baffled look pretending not to notice it, watching after the doors how they closed. Through the glass, an enthusiastic wave was sent his way.

This he also ignored.

“Tomorrow’s there’s also a day,” He muttered while hearing that they arrived at the final station. “And the day after,” Softly, he pushed the button that opened the train’s door and took a step outside.

The air was cold, his quarter he shared with many to be seen in the distance.

“And I’ll wait.” And see. There was no other possibility, his T-cog must be somewhere out there.

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Author's notice: It's not strictly my AU related but I was craving to write it and decided... Might as well share it in a place where I have dedicated to Transformers. To the few who read it, I hope you enjoyed it! Any kind of feedback is dearly appreciated, hope you're having an amazing day to everyone who got so far!

#transfomers #transformers one #tf one #tf one spoilers #tf one optimus #tf one wheeljack #transformers wheeljack #transformers smokescreen #smokescreen #wheeljack #transformers one smokescreen #transformers one wheeljack #autobot turned Decepticon #tramsformers one sentinel #tf one sentinel prime #tf one megatron

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candied-cae · 1 year ago

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Support For Palestine - No $$$ Needed!

Firstly, I highly recommend This Site, That Will Donate With One Click! (Seriously, no signing up, no inputing information, no costs, just press the button, I used it myself and you can revisit it every 24 hrs! So try to bookmark it or keep the tab open!)

And secondly, I recommend contacting your representatives in government and advocating for the millions of innocents currently facing danger in the Gaza Strip.

Joseph Biden, in a recent address, acknowledged that the "overwhelming majority of Palestinians had nothing to do with Hamas". I believe this time, right now, is our chance to try and break through our decades long, wrongfully given, support of the Ethnic Cleansing of the Gaza Strip. So I urge you, anyone with even just the time to spare, to try. Plead. Demand. At the worst, you tried and lost a little bit of time. At the best... maybe some people don't die.

So, I wrote a twt thread with instructions/advice for American Residents to reach out to their local representatives as simply, easily, and quickly as possible, and I wanted to share that same info here. I promise I only wants a few minutes of your time.

You can use this White House Contact Page to send one message to Biden and another to Harris. Just fill in your info and you can either write your own message, or feel free to copy and paste mine (it'll be at the bottom of this post)! The focus is first demanding that the US withdraws its support of the Israeli State.

Next, you can use this Common Cause page and instantly get all the information to reach out to your local representatives, it even tells you which committees they sit on! Just put in your address and it'll use that to find which jurisdictions you're in and provide links to all their contact pages. Again, fill in your info, some of mine also required a Topic, so I selected either "Foreign Relations/Affairs" or "Civil Rights and Humanities" and put in my message.

I clicked through all of mine, sent in my messages, used the exact same ones for all of them, only adding an additional note for my most direct representative as I grew up in the same town and wanted to express that to hopefully assist in drawing on his humanity, and it only took me about 30 minutes to get through.

Personally, I wanted to scream and rage and throw my whole beating angry heart at them and their gross, racist bigotry that allowed them to not only neglect the issue of the Israeli Occupation, but fund it. The US has been aiding Israel in their ceaselessly cruel genocide against the Palestinian people, and I'm sure it lights a white-hot fury in many of us. But, I wrote this plea with as much restraint and grace as I could bring myself to allow, if only for the sake of them possibly listening instead of tuning it out.

My statement -

Subject : We Cannot Support a Genocidal Ethnic Cleansing

To the Office of _________ -

I am pleading with the governing powers in place to help the people of Palestine. The government in Israel has said not only with their actions, by committing multitudes of War Crimes and breaking the Geneva Convention repeatedly, but even in their own words that they intend to entirely decimate and wipe out the citizens of Gaza. They have already killed and injured thousands in only these last few days - to say nothing of the past 7 decades they have spent doing the very same - and this devastation is a human rights violation like something we have never seen to this degree being supported and under-reported. Especially by the American Government, which has always held its citizens to the belief that they are a good and just organization that stands for humanity wherever it can.

We have already lost so many innocents in Palestine, but there are still so many that can be spared and saved if our government can withdraw its support of the Israeli Occupation. If they can inform their citizens of the truth that has been happening for so, so very long.

The U.S. has been wrong in its history of supporting and ignoring the cruelty that has been taking place for so long. But only by righting ourselves, by admitting and accepting that the financial aid we've sent has, at this point, become a sunken investment without the extermination of the Palestinian people. It hurts to lose so much money, it hurts to admit we've been on the wrong side of history, but the only way to stop the damage from growing exponentially worse, is to address it honestly now.

This is not about Judaism. This is not about Jewish people by ethnicity or religious affiliation. This is not about Nazism or Antisemitism.

This is about the colonizing power of the IDF that has been ignored and allowed for almost a century.

Please. Try to save some of them before it's too late.

This comes from a concerned citizen who is feeling extremely devastated by the state of things currently.

As a human being, who I hope cares for the lives of fellow human beings, we cannot allow this to happen. Least of all with our seal of approval.

-[Your Name and any Salutations]

#Please Repost #If there are any other questions do not hesitate to ask for help!#I will offer whatever I can to assist in making sure we can get as many voices to ring #From the River to the Sea Palestine Will Be Free #Free Palestine #All my heart goes out to the people of Palestine #To the people currently in Gaza and to their friends and family who cannot help them right now #And though many of us don't have the spare money to donate to their aid #and many of us might not be in areas to attend protests #and many of us know it's difficult to get the people in power to listen to helping the most people if it doesn't bring in money #And the US has already put in so much of an investment. It's going to take a lot of voices to get them to accept that loss.#But we have to try #I believe we just have to #Palestine #Palestinians #Pro-Palestine #Palestinian Support #Politics #American Politics

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hlizr50 · 2 years ago

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Hi, I'm a big fan of all your works and nearly screamed in excitement when I saw your post "Fanfic Updates." I saw a lot of stories you said were in progress but I had sadly never seen them before. I checked your AO3 account again and when I tried your master list I think the link is wrong because every time I clicked on 'ACOTAR Masterlist' it just brings me back to the pinned post with links to all your master lists (that I can't reach). I just wanted to let you know and perhaps would you share a link to your stories in progress? Specifically 'Of Police and Pen Names' if you don't mind? I really enjoy your writing and can't wait for your next update!

Hi there! Thank you so much for your support and for reading my fics!!

I'll definitely have to look at my master lists. I know there was some word traveling about that Tumblr links were broken, but I never remembered to look. I'll have to do that.

I also probably should have found a way to differentiate between Earned, Not Taken and Of Police and Pen Names. I've started writing both, but I've only started posting Earned, Not Taken. It was supposed to be a bit of a side project, but has since invaded my psyche. So Of Police and Pen Names has not started going up on AO3.

To make up for it, though, here's a snippet from Of Police and Pen Names!

“Azriel.” Before she could answer he forged on. “So do you not make enough money from your books and your photo ops?” Irritation flared within her, and she could feel her face starting to burn. Curse her face and the way she could never hide her emotions.

“I opened the shop before I got published,” she hissed. “And there are no official photo ops, you presumptuous dickbag.”

“There’s no need for name-calling, Birdie,” he waved her away, and that simmering irritation boiled over into anger.

“Birdie?!”

“Why no photo ops, then?”

Was she invisible? Did she make noise when she spoke? It was a damn shame that a man who was so easy on the eyes could be such a giant pain in the ass. Gwyn could feel the flush in her face, all the way to the tips of her ears, but nothing she said would really make a difference. So she just took a deep breath and prayed to literally anyone to give her patience.

“My privacy is very important to me.” It was the truth, though she wasn’t willing to elaborate. It was none of his business why she did everything she could to keep her name and photos off the internet. Why she dyed her hair this deep red instead of the coppery brown that was natural to her. Why she hid her body underneath tunics and long skirts and baggy sweats.

He didn’t say anything after that.

But he also didn’t leave.

#thank you so much #fanfic community #fanfic readers #gwynriel #fanfic asks #wip #snippets #my fanfic writing

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nsfwmiamiart · 4 days ago

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(Second Draft Version) Incoming Text for @natalieportman:

Dear Natalie,

I just want to remind you that just because I’m quiet and ignoring you doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned you.

You’ve been my student for the past 12 months now, since January 2024. You’ve seen and heard things that have helped you become wiser and a better decision-maker—do you agree? You can see everything clearly now, correct? It’s not as clouded as it used to be back in January 2024.

This is why I want to remind you: we are all running a marathon, not a sprint. Along the way, we may feel tired and worn out, but it’s crucial to endure the pressure and keep moving forward, no matter how challenging things may seem. Together, we’ll reach the finish line.

You should also keep this important reminder in mind:

I am supporting the Portman family, not Israel.

I am supporting the Kunis family, not Israel.

I am supporting the Gadot family, not Israel.

I cannot carry the problems of Israel on my shoulders; it’s simply beyond human capability. I’m not built for that level of responsibility. However, I can support the Gadot, Kunis, and Portman families—that is manageable and within my capacity.

I hope you all realize that our world is filled with hatred. People often treat each other cruelly, and whenever someone tries to do good, there will always be those who attempt to obstruct it. In today’s world, doing good almost feels like it’s being outlawed.

The evil people in this world be like, “How dare you do good? Who gave you permission to make a positive difference?”

This is why you must confront the reality of our time—it’s the apocalypse. Anyone who tries to do good is met with immense hate and opposition. Am I wrong? Haven’t you all faced resistance every time you’ve tried to do something good?

Evil people are like dictators, and you must outwit them. Use your problem-solving skills to stay one step ahead.

I encourage Natalie, Mila, and Gal Gadot to binge-watch the TV series Prison Break. You’ll learn so much from this series. The survival skills of Michael J. Scofield will help your families deal with the anxiety and pressure you all face during this apocalypse. It’s basically a survival school, teaching you how to navigate a corrupt system—because, let’s face it, we’re all prisoners of this massive surveillance-driven system.

NATO territory is one huge prison where everyone is under surveillance. If you want to survive, you need to adopt Scofield’s skills.

Here are the links to the Wikipedia pages you requested:

Michael Scofield - Wikipedia - (click on the blue link)

Prison Break - Wikipedia - (click on the blue link)

The difference between me and you is my vision. Never forget this: I see things that you don’t.

You see this world as Disney World, full of delight, but I see it as a giant prison. That’s the difference between our perspectives.

To survive this apocalypse, you should hide all your secrets with the Kapoor family. They’ll help Natalie, Mila, and Gal Gadot protect their secrets in India, far from NATO’s watchful eyes.

During the past 12 months, you’ve learned invaluable lessons that will help you survive. You should read my letters in the archives like a novel with many chapters—it’s entertaining, and you’ll gain new insights every time.

Everything you’ve learned in 2024 came from my letters. They’ve provided you with guidance and understanding. That’s the whole point: to educate and guide you.

Also, you’ll always have a special place in my heart, but we both know we can’t be lovers. It would only waste our time and energy. Life under constant surveillance makes romance complicated. We’re better off as friends. Don’t you agree? I know you do. Romance would bring unnecessary headaches for both of us.

I’ve told the same thing to Gal Gadot and Mila Kunis. Too many haters in this world. Friendship is better; it avoids so much drama.

Remember:

Gal Gadot cares about me, but not her community.

Mila Kunis cares about me, but not her community.

Natalie Portman cares about me, but not her community.

It’s the communities filled with hate, not the women.

Also, about Natalie—whenever I think about her, I call Tori Black. She looks like you. After I’m done, I move on easily. Problem solved.

Angelo be like: “Tori Black is the doppelganger of Natalie Portman? Close enough—fine with me.”

Fun fact: Did you know Chris Brown stole Tori Black from me? She’s in love with him now because of his slow songs. Tori Black says, “I’m in love with Chris Brown; he sings so good.”

I forgive him, though. He’s an awesome singer—I listen to his songs too.

Lastly, I know you’re obsessed with my wealth. You lose sleep thinking about what you can’t have, don’t you?

You should be friends with Jamie Chung and Bryan Greenberg. I even encourage you to have a romantic relationship with Bryan. He’s a cool Jewish guy. I vouch for him.

Gal Gadot, Mila Kunis, and Natalie should all consider Bryan Greenberg. He’s trustworthy and can protect your financial secrets.

Remember to defend Bryan Greenberg. He’s the only one allowed to protect your secrets.

So, Natalie, do you see anyone else helping you access $1.5 trillion in assets? I didn’t think so. Protect Bryan Greenberg—he’s the plug.

Jamie Chung is my Queen, and Bryan will always be in our lives. Protect him.

This was fun.

Love you, Natalie! Big hugs for you.

King Angelo (Notice I’m not a Crown Prince anymore? I’m a King now.)

P.S.:

Synopsis of the Letter:

The letter is addressed to Natalie, and it serves as a reminder of the lessons learned over the past 12 months. The writer reflects on their journey together, emphasizing the importance of endurance in life's challenges and reinforcing that the writer supports specific families—Portman, Kunis, and Gadot—without carrying the broader weight of Israel's issues. The writer acknowledges the world's cruelty and encourages Natalie to develop survival skills like those of Michael Scofield from Prison Break in order to navigate a corrupt system.

The writer also advises Natalie and others to form discreet relationships with Bryan Greenberg to protect their financial secrets during this "apocalypse," asserting that he is the only one trustworthy enough for this role. The writer touches on their inability to be romantically involved with Natalie, proposing instead that Natalie pursue a relationship with Bryan Greenberg, while reinforcing their own romantic commitment to Jamie Chung. The letter concludes with the writer’s declaration of their new identity as a king, not just a crown prince.

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The Shadow Rising, Chapter 45 - The Tinker's Sword

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(Sunburst icon) In which another vision comes true.

PERSPECTIVE: Perrin finds the disturbance is some Coplins and Congars with Cenn Buie, claiming Trollocs tried to attack this end of the village, too, and "your lot" up at the wood aren't the only heroes this day.

Perrin quickly realizes that they weren't shooting at Trollocs, but at Tinkers, and Perrin calls them in, saying nobody will try to hurt them anymore. The villagers protest, particularly Cenn Buie and Daise Congar. Tinkers are known to steal everything that isn't nailed down, and children. Perrin says they won't turn ANYONE away for the Trollocs to catch, and both Cenn and Daise argue at the other, now in favour of Perrin's offer.

Raen tries to maintain that the Way of the Leaf is the right way, but loses his train of thought. Ila explains the Trollocs came in the night. Perrin tries to think how many Trollocs must be in the 2Rs already to cause all this havoc. He thinks he needs to get underway now, before Faile finds him.

However, every time Perrin turns around trying to get out of the village and after Loial and Gaul, someone else shows up. Person after person comes to Perrin for help with problems they seem to think only he can solve, despite that his most common answer is "what do you think needs doing?" and then telling them to do what they already know to do.

Perrin starts to get very confused and frustrated at seeing his people following someone this way, especially himself. They've always been very independent. He also realizes it's midday and he never even had breakfast.

He goes back to the inn, where Marin half-forces him into a chair and bustles off to get some food. Natti Cauthon is there watching her daughters, though both are old enough to braid their hair, mostly because they're sitting on either side of Aram all but feeding him. Aram keeps staring at the spears and polearms in the makeshift armory on the wall, and Perrin thinks it must be a terrible thing for a Tuatha'an to have to see.

Faile comes along and says she's been enjoying baking bread, and might like to do it again someday. It takes Perrin a minute to remember she's grown up with servants and expects to have them again after they settle down. Perrin says he's worried that nobody seems to want to think for themselves, and it feels wrong from the people he's known to be so independent his whole life. Faile says people want to believe in something bigger than themselves, and want to follow a strong leader.(1)

Aram interrupts to ask who owns the weapons on the wall, and Perrin says they belong to anyone who wants to wield them. Marin brings Perrin's food and he digs in with gusto, and nearly chokes when Aram asks if he can use a sword he's just picked up.

Ila appears at the head of the stairs, and wails that Aram must not, he must put down the sword, the Way of the Leaf! Aram says they killed his mother, and if he'd had a sword, he could have saved her. Perrin asks Ila to leave Aram alone. Any man has a right to defend himself, to defend his kin. Ila says Perrin has become a wolf in his heart, and now she's lost her daughter and all her grandchildren, the last because of him. Aram collapses, weeping, despairing that he could have saved his mother.(2)

Perrin touches Aram's shoulder, and tells him to find Tam al'Thor, to say that Perrin asks him to teach Aram the sword. He's sad, the Way of the Leaf is a fine belief, but it can't last where there's violence, and he doesn't know of a place without that. As Aram leaves, all the women in the room glare and frown at Perrin like he's done something wrong.(3)

Bran sticks his head in to say there are riders, probably Whitecloaks. He gets back on his horse and rides out to meet them, Faile on her horse by his side. Dain begins by addressing Luc as if he's the leader, then sights Perrin and convulses, and Perrin thinks Dain must hold a personal hatred for him for some reason.(4)

Bran steps forward (after waiting for a nod from Perrin, despite that he's the mayor) and says Emond's Field isn't exactly closed to the Children, but they have decided to defend themselves. The people start cheering that they can defend themselves without Whitecloaks, and "The Two Rivers and Perrin Goldeneyes!" which morphs into a cheer for just "Goldeneyes!" which Dain reacts to strongly, to say the least.

Byar steps forward, to say one of their villages was all but wiped out by Trollocs last night. Bornhald confirms that Taren Ferry was attacked, and Luc is puzzled, and asks if Ordeith was at Taren Ferry when it happened. It seems clear that he was.

Dain didn't come to talk of Ordeith, he came to arrest Perrin as a Darkfriend. Byar stares at him in disbelief, but the Whitecloaks prepare their weapons. He continues that Perrin betrayed his father to the Tar Valon witches and Darkfriends who murdered a thousand of the Children with the One Power. Perrin says he betrayed no one, and those who used the One Power in battle are called the Seanchan. Dain says it's all lies. Bran calls out that nobody will be arresting Perrin, not until they produce proof that the Emond's Fielders will believe, and none will ever believe Perrin is a Darkfriend.

Things are escalating quickly. Even Byar can see it, and tries to tug at Dain's arm, but he won't or can't back down now that he has Perrin in his sights. Perrin asks if Bornhald is willing to hold off on his arrest until the Trolloc threat is contained. They may not even make it back to Watch Hill, with all the farms burning and Trollocs still likely in the area. If they stay, he'll know exactly where Perrin is until it's over.

Faile rounds on Perrin, saying he absolutely cannot do this. Bran asks only if he's sure, and he is. Bran offers additional terms: they will arrest no one, they will make no trouble, go into no house uninvited, and he doesn't want the slightest hint of a Dragon's Fang on a door.

Bornhald takes another minute, but agrees. Luc says an enemy's blade goes in quicker when it's close, and Faile agrees. Perrin says he had to do this, anything's better than fighting each other and doing the Trollocs' work for them.

The Whitecloaks start to ride into town, Bornhald and Byar glaring at him with pure hatred, and the rest regarding him with cold, hard eyes as they pass. He knows he had to do it... but it wouldn't be such a bad idea to let the young men follow him around, the way they've been trying to all day. And he isn't going to be able to sleep without guards on his door. Guards, like some kind of lord. At least Faile will be happy.(4)

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(1) HMMMM not so comfy sitting with this as a conclusion given it's what I think the narrative supports. I'd rather if RJ had leaned more toward, people are confused and scared and need reassurance even in the obvious things they've done every day for years. (2) So, one of Min's visions finally comes to call: a Tuatha'an with a sword near Perrin. Also, note the direct callbacks to the Aiel's history in the glass columns. The Tuatha'an broke off before anyone started wielding arms, but this is a great compare-and-contrast, because here, Aram has some outside support by way of Perrin saying that yes, it's okay to want to defend yourself. (3) Has he? Do you agree that this is okay? Encouraging a young man to give up everything he's ever known, to become anathema to his whole community and family? I can't say anything here about how I feel, because I can't separate my reaction to this from my knowledge of where it ends up leading, so I always love to see unspoiled thoughts on it. (4) Will she, really?

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Unintentional

Chapter 10 - Back To Life

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairings- Liam x Maxwell, Drake x Riley

Synopsis- Since childhood, Liam has held a terrible secret that even he doesn't know about. As the years go by, he suspects more and more that there is something wrong with him. Can he put his life together and find happiness?

A/N - This story is a bit different than what I usually write.. Ok a LOT different. Some terrible things have happened during Liam's life.. But the story isn’t without humor or joy. I swear it’s not all bad! The characters are still canon in the sense of their whole overall personalities, but of course there are several changes to fit the story.

Series Warnings- oh so many: language, drinking, violence, sexual assault, abuse, murder, homophobia, bullying, mentions of suicide.. Also there will be lemons in some chapters.

Chapter Warnings - NSFW (lemons)🍋🍋

Word count- 3,800

18+ only

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Chapter 10 - Back to Life

Liam and Max walked along the beach toward their hotel that night, hand in hand, beaming at one another. Everything in the world felt better. The air smelled fresher, the sand felt cooler beneath their feet, the moon shone brighter, and their hearts were fuller. There was nothing that could bring them down.

Drake and Riley were watching a movie on the bed when they returned, and Riley jumped up. “How was it?! What did you do?! Was it absolutely beautiful there?!”

Max and Liam shared a look and Riley squealed when she saw their linked hands. “Ahhh! So what does this mean?!”

“God, Riley.. Give them a minute to actually speak!” Drake chuckled.

“Sorry! I’m just so excited!” She mimicked zipping her lips shut and sat on the bed.

Max smiled brightly. “We're dating!”

Riley’s lips didn’t stay zipped for long. She jumped off of the bed screaming, taking both of their hands and jumping up and down. “This is the best day ever!!!” Her jaw dropped as she looked at Maxwell’s neck. “Max, you have hickeys! Oh my god, did you two.. do it?!”

“Riley!” Liam exclaimed, blushing furiously.

“Sorry!” She threw a hand over her mouth, giggling.

Liam hesitantly looked over at Drake, hoping this wasn’t weird for him. Drake chuckled. “About time.”

“Really?” Liam returned his smile, sitting on the bed next to Maxwell.

“I’ve watched the two of you low-key pine for each other for years! Yes, about time!”

“Let’s get drunk to celebrate!” Riley hopped onto the bed next to Max, hugging him tightly.

Liam smiled, then remembered that someone would have to be awake to keep an eye on him. “I don't know if that’s such a good idea. What if I.. you know?”

Max cleared his throat, looking at Liam carefully. “I’ve been thinking about that.”

Everyone looked at Maxwell, eagerly awaiting to hear what he had to say.

“Soooo, Drake mentioned this back at Ramsford as a joke, but.. it’s not a bad idea.”

“What?!” Liam gave him a bewildered look.

Max smiled. “Anyone know where we can get some handcuffs this late at night?”

After a quick trip to a novelty store, Maxwell tested out the handcuffs on Liam. They were pretty flimsy, but surely would work.

“Let me know if they’re too tight.” Max smirked down at Liam as he attached one end of the cuffs to the bedpost, and the other to Liam’s wrists. “I have to admit, when I pictured handcuffing you to the bed, it was under different circumstances.”

Liam gave him a cheeky grin. “You’ve imagined handcuffing me before?”

“Only like a million times.” Max shrugged, eliciting a deep laugh from Liam. “You never thought about tying me up, Liam?” Maxwell leaned down, speaking into his ear. “Having me completely at your mercy.. Doing whatever you want to me?” He nipped at Liam's earlobe and Liam tried to catch Maxwell's lips for a kiss, but he pulled away playfully.

“Max, this isn't fair..” Liam pulled at the handcuffs, causing them to clank loudly against the metal bedposts.

“That’s why it’s fun.” Max smirked, hovering an inch above Liam’s face. “I can tease you all I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Max put his hands on the bed on either side of Liam and straddled his lap. He began leaving soft kisses along Liam’s jaw, slowly moving down to his neck, before reaching his chest. Liam groaned loudly, bucking his hips up to touch any part of Maxwell.

“Oh my god, you love being tied up!” Max smirked sinfully. “You’re already getting hard.” Max lowered himself to grind against Liam’s arousal and they both moaned at the sensation.

“I don’t think these handcuffs are a good idea after all.. I can’t sleep with a hard-on all night, thinking about what you could do to me.”

“Oh, Your Highness.. you think I would leave you wanting for anything?” Max nipped at his lip. “I will always take care of you. If I’m in the bed, you won't have an unfulfilled desire.”

“Fuck.” Liam’s breath quickened at his words. He had never heard Maxwell talk like that before tonight and it caused a delicious ache inside of him. He groaned and roughly brought his lips to Maxwell’s, thankful that he didn't pull away this time.

Liam could barely think straight with Maxwell's mouth against his while they ground against each other's bodies. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was going to be the night he and Max went all the way, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted.

Riley burst into the room cheerfully, “How are those cuffs working?! OH SHIT sorry!” Riley turned away, fleeing the bedroom, leaving Liam and Maxwell flushed.

“Well.. that was awkward.” Liam chuckled as Max climbed off of him, unlocking his cuffs.

“Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of alone time once we get back home.” Max booped his nose with a grin.

“Right, home..” Liam trailed off in thought. Maxwell lived in Ramsford, which was a good ways away from the palace. Liam wouldn’t get to see him very often, and that made his heart ache. They were finally together and he wanted to spend as much time with him as he could. “Move in with me.”

“What?!” Max looked at Liam like he was crazy.

“Please?” Liam sat rubbing his wrists which were a bit sore from straining against the handcuffs. “I don’t want you to be so far away. I’ll miss you too much.” Liam felt quite pathetic begging Maxwell to live with him, but there was no sense in trying to play coy. And it wasn't like they were strangers.. They had a lot of time to make up for.

Max broke out into a huge smile. “You want me to live with you?! For real?”

“Of course I do!”

“What will your parents and Leo think? Or Madeleine?” Maxwell shuddered. “I’d be living with your ex!”

Liam laughed loudly. “You know that relationship was a sham. She only used me to get close to Leo because she wants to be queen when my parents pass away. And honestly the palace is huge. I don't ever even see her.. And Leo won’t give a shit as long as I’m happy.” Liam smiled, taking Maxwell’s hand. “And my mother is going to be elated. She loves you.”

Max’s smile faltered. “What about your father?”

Liam looked away, considering. His father was very conservative and Liam had never come out as bisexual to his parents. He was sure his mother would be accepting, but who knows about his father. “We’ll tell him later. We don't need to worry about that right now.”

“So.. we would be hiding our relationship?”

“Just for a little while! Until you get moved in and settled. Then I’ll tell everyone.”

Max gave Liam that crooked smile he loved so much. “Ok.”

“Really?!” Liam was beaming.

“Yes! I want to be closer to you, Liam. I wanna be able to see you every day.” Maxwell paused, smirking. “Plus, the ballroom in the palace is huge! Think of the dance parties we could have in there!”

Liam threw his arms around him, hugging him tightly. “We will have as many dance parties as you want, Max. I’m so happy right now.”

“Me too! I love you.”

Liam felt like crying. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was going to be happy. “I love you too.”

After a couple more days in Capri, the four friends were ready to return to Cordonia. Liam used the handcuffs every night and got the best sleep he had in years. He was going to have to get used to the feeling of his arms being in the same position all night, but it was a small price to pay to ensure everyone was safe. Max had been sleeping on a cot in Liam’s hotel room. They knew they wouldn't be able to stop themselves if they were in a bed together, and they both decided they wanted to at least wait until they got home to fool around again. They didn't want any more Riley interruptions.

The night before they left, Liam paid off the tour guide again so that Drake and Riley could take a private tour of the Blue Grotto. It was the least he could do after what they had done for him.

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Liam and Max entered the palace and found Eleanor waiting in the foyer with open arms. “My boys!” She hugged both of them tightly. “Did you have fun?”

“It was the best, mother.”

She looked at Liam curiously. “You look different, baby.”

“Do I?”

She smiled, brushing his hair back. “You look.. happy.. and relaxed. I haven't seen you look like this in years. It’s nice.”

“I haven't felt like this in years.” Liam glanced around to make sure his father wasn’t nearby before speaking. “I’m dating someone.”

“You are!?” Eleanor clasped her hands together smiling. “Who is it?!”

Liam took a steadying breath, and grabbed Maxwell's hand. “Can we go somewhere and talk.. privately?”

She took their linked hands in hers, as a brilliant smile lit up her face. “Of course!”

Eleanor reacted exactly as Liam had expected. She was ecstatic, embarrassing Liam by nearly starting wedding plans for the two of them.

“My god, mother. We’ve only been dating a few days!”

“Please!” She scoffed. “I always knew you two loved each other. A mother knows these things.”

“So.. you knew I was bi? And you didn’t care?”

“Liam, honey. Of course I knew.”

“Really?!” Liam was shocked. “Since when?”

Eleanor laughed. “Since you were, oh, fourteen and I saw you ogling your very.. well endowed karate instructor!”

Liam blushed and Max cracked up. “Oh god..” Liam ran a hand down his face and chuckled.

Eleanor took his face in her hands. “And to answer your other question.. no I didn’t care. I only ever want you to be happy.” She turned to Maxwell with a smile. “And that goes for you too Max. You’re both my babies, you know.”

“I know, Eleanor.” Max smiled at her, nearly in tears. It was the same way his mother reacted when he came out to her years ago. “I love you.”

“And I love you too, sweet boy.” She hugged him tightly. “You’re mum would be so happy, Max. Annabelle loved you so much.”

Max choked out a small sob, squeezing her tighter. “Thank you.”

Liam couldn't have been happier. His mother knew about him and Max and she was ok with it.. More than ok, she was ecstatic. She even suggested that Maxwell move in, before Liam told her he had already agreed to it.

“What do you think dad will say?” Liam asked reluctantly.

Eleanor sighed. “Let’s just.. warm him up to the idea. He’s always been very old fashioned.”

Liam nodded, looking over to Max hesitantly. He hoped he wasn’t worried about Constantine. Liam was a grown man and didn’t need his father’s approval. Although he was still the King, and could technically send them away if he wanted. But there's no way his mother would allow that.

During the next week, Maxwell moved into the bedroom across from Liam’s. Bertrand didn’t seem too broken up about it. Maxwell had an inkling that Bertrand was involved in a secret relationship of his own, so Bertrand was probably relieved he wouldn't have to be so careful anymore. Not like Maxwell would have ever made him feel bad about it.

Liam and Max went to Leo’s room to tell him they were dating and Leo was confused, saying he thought they were already together. He said the same thing that Drake said, “About time.” Madeleine shrugged indifferently, “that’s nice.”

It seemed like everyone was happy for them. Max went to Liam’s room every night before he went to sleep to cuff him to the bed. They found handcuffs that were more durable and had padding on the inside, so Liam could be more comfortable while he slept. Liam insisted on metal, worried that he could break through ones made of leather or cloth. He dreaded anyone coming in and seeing him like that, but he felt as if he could finally relax and sleep.. And it was the best feeling in the world.

After dinner one evening, Liam and Max snuck into the kitchen to get some of the blueberry pie Eleanor made. “You know what this pie needs?” Max grinned as he held out a can of whip cream from the refrigerator. Instead of putting it on the pie, he put a dollop on his finger before turning Liam's head to the side and wiping it on his neck. He slowly ran his tongue over it, sucking the cool dessert off of his skin, his warm breath causing Liam to shiver.

“I can think of something else I’d like to lick this off of.” Max sucked on Liam's neck hard, and Liam pulled his body flush against his.

“God, Max.. you’re so fucking hot when you talk like that.”

Max unbuttoned Liam's shirt and put another dollop of whip cream on his chest, before lowering his mouth and sucking it off of him. Max continued licking and kissing his chest well after the whipped cream was gone and soon Liam was dizzy with desire. They hadn’t been intimate together since that time in the Blue Grotto, and the tension was palpable.

“I have an idea.” Liam started but nearly forgot what he was going to say when Max brushed his hand over the front of his pants. “Why don’t we go up to my room for dessert.”

Max pulled Liam's mouth to his roughly, pausing only to speak between kisses. “I think.. that’s the best idea.. you’ve had.. in a.. long time.” Max opened the fridge to put the whipped cream back, but Liam stilled his hand.

“No. Bring that with you.”

“Fuck.” Max whispered in surprise before taking Liam’s hand. “Let’s go.”

Liam tucked the can of whip cream in his jacket and they tried to casually make their way upstairs and into Liam’s room. They passed by Leo at the top of the stairs and he laughed, smiling knowingly at the two of them.

Once Liam closed the door, it was like a switch had been flipped. The two of them came together in an instant, kissing, sucking, nipping at each other's lips and neck. Max pushed Liam’s jacket down off of his shoulders and began working feverishly on his shirt buttons. Liam was already working on unfastening his own pants, the belt jingling as his hands worked as quickly as possible. Liam wasn’t sure what exactly was going to happen, but whatever it was he fucking wanted it. Once Max had all of the buttons undone, he grabbed the bottom of Liams fitted undershirt and pulled it over his head. Max breathed out hard as he splayed his hands across Liam’s muscular chest. “God, I never get tired of this sight.”

Liam gave Max a smirk. “Get undressed. I need to see you too.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Max said teasingly before bringing his lips roughly to Liam’s again causing him to moan.

Liam and Max both worked on his shirt buttons and soon both men stood before each other, bare chests heaving. Liam’s pants were on the floor, the only thing covering him was his black boxer briefs. Max looked into Liam’s eyes which were dark and filled with need, and dropped to his knees. Liam gasped as he realized what Maxwell was about to do, and it caused his whole body to shudder. Max grabbed the elastic and slowly, slowly freed Liam’s throbbing cock, releasing a quick breath of satisfaction once Liam was bare before him. Liam closed his eyes, feeling Maxwell’s warm breath ghosting over his skin. The next thing he felt was Maxwell's tongue flick the tip of his shaft. Liam didn’t think he could even bear to watch Max go down on him.. He probably wouldn’t last more than a minute. The next sensation was all encompassing as Maxwell took him completely into his warm mouth, alternating licking and sucking and swirling his tongue. God he was amazing.

Liam let out a shameful whine when Max released him. He looked down and saw his boyfriends beautiful lust-filled blue eyes looking up at him and it was almost too much. Liam leaned his head back against the door and closed his eyes again.

“No.” Maxwell's voice was more deep and gravely than Liam had ever heard and his cock throbbed at the sound. “Watch me. Watch me suck your cock Liam.”

Liam had no words. The only thing he could do was stare at Max, completely consumed by the salacious words uttered from his mouth.

“You like me on my knees for you, Your Highness?” Max leaned forward pressing a light kiss to his tip.

“Fuck..yes.” Liam panted. He wanted Max so badly he could have begged.

“Then tell me what you want me to do.”

“What?” Liam looked at him, slightly confused until he realized.. Max wanted Liam to command him, and that was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life.

Liam smirked and grabbed a fistful of Maxwell’s hair, slowly bringing him toward his throbbing dick. “Suck your Prince’s cock, Lord Beaumont.”

The pathetic whimper uttered from Maxwell’s mouth was enough to turn Liam feral. Max opened his mouth to claim Liam again, but not before Liam gave him another order. “Be a good boy and make your Prince cum.”

Maxwell moaned so loudly that Liam thought maybe he had just cum in his pants, but then he surged forward taking Liam completely into his mouth, working him into a frenzy. Liam didn’t take his eyes off of Maxwell the whole time. He wanted to try something else that he thought Max would like. With Maxwell’s lips still wrapped around him, Liam held Max completely still and began thrusting into his mouth. The sound that came from Maxwell’s mouth told him he definitely liked it. Liam was so far gone at this point and couldn't stop the absolute filth that threatened to fall from his lips as he watched himself thrust into his boyfriends waiting and eager mouth. “You like that don’t you?” Liam panted as sweat began to drip from his brow. “You like when I fuck your pretty mouth don’t you Max?”

Max couldn't speak, only able to moan and grab Liam’s hips, forcing him into his mouth faster and harder.

“Fuck.. I’m so close, Max.” Maxwell hollowed out his cheeks and sucked hard, and Liam completely let go, his knees nearly buckling as the most intense orgasm of his life coursed through him.

Max, once again, eagerly took everything Liam gave him. Once Liam's body stopped trembling, Maxwell released him with a grin. “You have no idea what that did to me, Liam.”

Liam let out a soft chuckle, “Probably not half as much as it did to me.”

“Wanna bet?” Max stood up, shimmying out of his pants before pressing Liam’s hand against his throbbing erection. Liam felt the wet spot through Maxwell's boxer briefs. He had actually came while giving him head. “Oh god, Max.” That turned Liam on more than he could have ever imagined.

“I’m already hard again.” Max breathed out a laugh. “I don’t think that’s ever happened to me so quickly.”

“Then let’s make the most out of it.” Liam smirked as he picked up the forgotten can of whip cream from the floor.

The next morning, Maxwell awoke curled up next to Liam. He usually didn’t sleep in Liam’s suite so the staff or Constantine wouldn't suspect anything between them. But his heart swelled as he watched the man he loved more than anything in the world sleeping peacefully beside him. Both of them had fallen asleep completely naked and the silk sheet draped across Liam’s lower half made him look like a work of art fit for a museum. Max couldn’t help but take a picture. He giggled as he kneeled beside him, making sure to get the perfect angle of his muscular torso. God, he was gorgeous.

Max made sure to leave his handcuffed wrists out of the photo. Seeing him have to wear them every night, broke his heart a little. The most perfect man in the world held such a terrible secret. Maxwell was in awe at the fact that Liam trusted him enough to let him restrain him each night, but it left him a bit worried that Liam was completely helpless to anyone or anything that could come in. He didn’t want to think about it. There were guards. No one would be breaking into the Prince’s bedroom to try and hurt him. But Maxwell’s heart started thumping a bit faster as his mind raced.. Maybe he would start sleeping in here more frequently. Maxwell wrapped his arms around Liam’s waist, his bare chest pressed against his boyfriends, savoring the fact that Liam was his completely.. he would do anything to keep him safe.

Liam stirred and instinctively tried to pull his arms down. He still hadn’t completely gotten used to sleeping in handcuffs. He felt the warmth of Maxwell’s body against his chest and smiled. He slept in here. God, he loved Max so much. As much as Liam wanted to, he still hadn’t worked up the courage to tell his father. He didn’t like keeping Maxwell hidden away like a dirty secret. Max deserved better.. He deserved the world. Liam decided that today was the day he was going to tell his father. Surely he wouldn’t say anything negative. Surely he wanted his son to be happy.

Max snuggled closer to Liam, who sighed happily. “Good morning handsome.” He leaned forward as much as he could to give Max a kiss on his forehead.

“Good morning hot stuff.” Max smirked, placing soft kisses against Liam’s bare chest. “What have you got planned for today?”

“Ugh.. my father wants me to sit in on some trade meeting with Italy.”

“Booooring.” Max chuckled.

Max leaned over the side of the bed to grab the handcuff keys, the sheet completely slipping off of him. Liam groaned, checking out his ass, “Oh god, please stay like that. No wait, uncuff me and bend over like that again.”

Max chuckled. “Dirty boy.” He straddled Liam's lap and began uncuffing his wrists. Max leaned down giving Liam a heated kiss once one wrist was free. Liam brought his free arm around Maxwell’s back, returning the kiss with fervor. The satin sheets had slipped away, and their completely bare bodies touched in the most delicious way.

“Mmm, let me get this other hand unlocked so we can have some real fun.” Max reached up, fumbling with the key as he continued kissing Liam.

Suddenly the door flung open and there stood the one person in the palace they hadn’t told.

“What the fuck is going on here?!”

#unintentional #trr fanfic #choices fanfic #the royal romance #liam and maxwell #liam rys #maxwell beaumont #drake walker #drake and riley

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misssquishy · 4 years ago

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Fifty Shades of Lucifer. 18+ an obey me fanfic🔞 (A dominant Lucifer and a submissive Mc)

🔞 Warning: spanking, toys, bondage, shock collar and a whole bunch of sin.

I need some help. There was this obey me fanfic on this hellish website and I don't know who it was wrote by, or what was the title of the post, so if anyone knows what I'm talking about, please link it in the comments. so the boys were trying to hide their heat from Mc, but Mc, found out anyway and it went from youngest to oldest; belphegor got caught doing shit to Mc's underwear, beel fuck Mc on belph bed, asmo couldn't stand his own scent, Satan was angry, Levi did the 'do' to himself with his tail, Mammon was mammon and the last time I check Lucifer one wasn't out. so if anyone knows what I'm talking about please link it in the comments, I will kiss you.

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I was about to do this whole like every time Lucifer speaks is red but I forgot the app sucks donkey ass, so it doesn't save what I want it to do (it also removes some of the stuff I wrote down here)

He was sitting in his study, up late again as the night before paperwork had to be done. Lucifer was tired as he sat at his desk, gloves were off, his tie was undone. Leaning against his hand as he tried his hardest to stay awake. He was stressed and he knew it. He was tired of the paperwork, his brother's antics and tired of cleaning up their messes. But he has too much pride to admit that he needs a break. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh as his fingers ran through his hair. He came to a realization that he is too stressed to carry on, he needed to let out his frustration. He usually just holds it in until he has enough and blows up on Mammon. But recently Lucifer got a new pet to take his anger out on. He chuckled to himself as he stood up, he walked to the fireplace and put out the flames. He opened the door to his study and closed it behind him as he left for his room, a smile plastered across his face as he made his way to his room, gratefully waiting for your arrival.

Feeling groggy your eyes flutter open, slowly being woken up by your D.D.D. ringing on the nightstand. You rolled out of bed and walked to the nightstand, the name 'Lucifer' flashed on the screen as you answered the call "Hello…?" "Were you asleep?" He asked with a voice more tired sounding than yours "Come to my room, now, don't make me wait" you looked at your phone confusedly as the call ended, you wondered why Lucifer wanted you at this hour as you slowly walked to his bedroom. You knocked on the wood, a weary "Come in" encouraged you to open the door "You wanted to see me, Lucifer?" "Yes, close the door" you complied and closed it. You looked around the room before your eyes landed on a little box lying on his bed. You looked at the table, several more Akuzon boxes sitting on it. You glanced at the Avatar pride that was sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand "Come, set" he gestured to the bed. you wandered over and sat down next to the box "I'm sorry for calling on you at this hour, I needed to ask you a question" "Is the question that important that you have to wake me up at 2:00 am?" Lucifer didn't like the cocky tone in your voice as you said those words, but he kept calm as he knew that cockiness wouldn't last for long "Yes, it's very important for that it couldn't wait for tomorrow" he put the glass of wine up to his lips and sipped it "First, I would like you to open your gift" he gestured to the Akuzon box sitting next to you. You hesitated, it's Lucifer after all and the way he was staring at you, wasn't innocent. He noticed your expression as you looked at the box curiously and laughed "Go on, It's not poisonous, you can open it" you looked at him then slowly shrugged as you began to open the box. You were shocked as your eyes looked at the content within the box: a red leash with a matching collar and golden dog tags attached to it

"Do you like it?" He asked with a slight smile across his face. You stared at the collar as you noticed your full name and your date of birth on one of the dog tags, and the words ‘property of Lucifer’ on the other "Now, on to the question why you're here" he said as he sat his glass on the table "Are you my good girl?" You stare at him as you slowly realize the real reason why you're here. You tightly squeeze the dog collar as your heart pounded with excitement "yes" you mumble as you squeeze your thighs together, your hips shifting in your seat. Lucifer let out a slight chuckle "Is that how good girls talk now?" You looked down at the floor in shame as you slowly shook your head "Now, I'll ask you again" placing his elbows on the table as he rested his chin on his hands "are you my good girl?" He stared at you and curiosity as he wandered, will you give him what he wanted? You started to become aroused. You know what he wants, and you know if you say it, you would become his bitch from that point on. staring at the collar again, glancing over the dog tags once more as you took a deep breath and let out a little ”yes, master”

Lucifer started laughing, that was the right answer. He leaned back in his seat and patted his leg "Come here, and bring the gift" you tried to put up some "fight". you think it's fun to get under his skin sometimes, and think it's sexy when he gets angry "I'm not a dog, Lucifer" . He saw that you were still defiant, and wondered how much you could take until you finally broke. He sighed "why are you so damn stubborn?" He stood up straight, his words were full of annoyance as he spoke "I said come here" you rolled your eyes as you got on your hands and knees on the floor and slowly crawled to Lucifer, leash and collar in your hand. Stopping between his legs as you look at him, a devilish grin plastered across his face "That's how good girl's should act" a part of you hates being treated like a dog, but you can't ignore your arousal. And the more obedient you are, the more ecstatic he becomes. He took the collar from you and fastened it around your neck "It fits perfectly" he said "Now people will know who you belong to" He then patted his lap, encouraging you to lay on it. As you lay your head on his inner thigh he begins to rub his fingers through your hair "You're such a good girl, yes you are" you sit there as he pat your head and you close your eyes, it was soothing. It was late and you didn't mean to. but loving the tension, you slowly drifted off to sleep. Lucifer saw that you were going to sleep and got even more annoyed.

He grabbed the leash and yanked on it, jerking you forward "Don't you dare go to sleep on me now, we haven't got started yet" he let go of the leash and place a hand on your cheek "I have more gifts for you" he said "But you have to earn them" his hand moved to the back of your head and ran his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful of it, making you wince as you stared at the devilish grin on his face "Now, be a good girl and suck your master’s cock" he set up and started unbuckling his pants "I will warn you, I'm not going to hold back this time" You weighed in anticipation as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He ran his thumb under the waistband of his boxers staring at you while he did it, making you wait "Is this what you want?" He asked while pulling down his boxers, exposing his aching shaft. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, you can't deny it any more, you did enjoy the way he treated you. He cocked an eyebrow at your eagerness. He found it amusing, how you were so hesitant the first time you two did something like this, but in that moment you were like a dog begging for a treat, and he loved it. Lucifer put a hand on your cheek, his thumb entered your mouth and rubbed it on the inside of your cheek before pulling on it, making your mouth open wider. The tip of his cock rested on your tongue before sliding in your mouth, a slight hiss escaped from his lips as you fully took him in your mouth "Ahw! fuck yes!" His hands moved to the back of your head, his fingers slid through your hair as he bucked his hips. You gagged as Lucifer’s cock slid into your throat, you always had trouble taking him in your mouth, he definitely was on the thicker side than his brothers. your aching pussy throbbed between your legs as your arousal began to be unbearable. Enjoying the feeling of your face being fuck, you put your hand down your pants and started teasing yourself, rubbing and teasing the sensitive folds.

Lucifer stopped, looking down at you, he saw what you were doing and pulled out of your throat, resting his cock in your mouth before slamming back deep in your throat, making you choke.

your eyes begin to water from the feeling of his member violently thrust into you "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself" he removes his cock from your throat, leaving you with an empty feeling. You wanted more, removing your hands but reaching out a hand to touch the throbbing member before you, but Lucifer smacked your hand away "dogs don't eat their meal with their hands" he grabbed your hair and pushed your face against his crotch making his dick grind against your cheek. He took the tip of his cock and started pressing it against your cheek "A good dogs eat there food with there fucking tongue" he said while forcefully rubbing the head of his member against your cheek, making your face shiny with pre "Now, be a good BITCH and eat your food" you tried to put up a fight. You wanted to please him, but you also wanted to piss him off just to see what he does next "I. AM. NOT. A. DOG-" as soon as you said those words, Lucifer immediately became annoyed and grabbed your face. He held your chin with a tight grip as his thumb and index finger pressed into your cheeks "are you trying to piss me off!?"

Yes, yes you were..

"Why are you so disobedient?!" He knew you were being disobedient on purpose, he knew you were just trying to get under his skin, just to rile him up. He knows he has to break you now. Lucifer roughly rubs the tip of his cock against your lips, making them glossy as he covers them in pre-cum "Now, be a good bitch and lick my cock" without hesitation your tongue is out, licking the underside of Lucifer's shaft. You rolled your tongue from the base to his head. A weak "finally" croak from Lucifer's throat. Your tongue explored his shaft, licking up and down his cock making him grit his teeth. You licked back up to the tip and started circling the head with your tongue. Lucifer growled when the tip of your tongue licked at the slit of his cock. Looking up at him, his eyes were glossy with a yellow hue as his gaze met yours "does it feel good?" You smile with a slight chuckle as the tip of your tongue digs into the slit of his member, lapping up beads of pre. Lucifer got agitated "shut up" your mouth was suddenly filled with his cock. You put your hands on his hips and dig your nails into his skin, the feelings of your throat being filled up once again made you moan around him. He bucked his hips, he ran his fingers through your hair as he started to lose it "N- now that's how a good girl should act!" His thrust got faster and rougher, and the pathetic, muffled sound that you tried to make only encouraged him "do m- my pet want a treat?" He pulled on your hair, yanking your head back. Lucifer took his cock out of your mouth, and stroked it in front of your face "open your mouth, and stick out your tongue" you did what you were told, sticking your tongue out and watched him as he stroked his member, vigorously. His tip lied on your tongue as he pumped his cock up and down "don't spill a fucking drop!" he said with gritted teeth. With one final grunt, your mouth was full with his cum. Covering your tongue. his cum overflowed from your mouth, you tried to catch it with your hands. Lucifer pulled away and looked at you. He got even more annoyed, you had one job and you couldn't do it right "lick your hands" he said with a disappointed look on his face. You stared at your hands that were covered in his seed and put them up to your lips. You looked up at him as you started to lick the palm of your hands, tracing your tongue over lines in your hands that were covered in his seed. Lucifer stared intensively as he watched you suck your fingers, staring right into your eyes as you licked between your fingers. When you are done you sit on the floor, waiting for him to give you another command. He laughed at your obedience "you did such a good job in sucking me off, but…" he crouch down in front of you, a slight devious smile plastered across his face as he tap the floor with a finger "you missed a spot" you looked down at the small puddle of Lucifer's cum seeping into the carpet "Lick it up" you stared at him "no" you said with a little cockiness in your voice. Lucifer didn't find your disobedience cute however, now he knows that he has to break you of that little Pride you have left.

"I don't think I stuttered, did i?" Lucifer's voice was low and cold. He grabbed you by the hair and pushed your face down into the carpet "I said Lick. It. Up!" You reluctantly did what you were told. He watched with amusement as you lapped up his cum from the carpet like a dog. When you were done you looked at him, waiting for another command. Lucifer met your gaze, chuckled as he slowly shook his head. He grabbed you by the arm and made you stand up, his hands moved up to your face. His thumbs rubbed over your cheeks, wiping away the tears that still remains "you were doing so good, mc" he said as his hands slide down to your shoulders "but you wasted it, so now I'm going to have to punish you" he grabbed you by the arm again and sat down on the couch, dragging you down with him. He bent you over his knee, making you face the fireplace. You let out a gasp as he started pulling down your pants "Lucifer?!" He let your pants dangle from your ankles, exposing your ass to him. He ran a hand up your thighs, and slowly cupped one of your cheeks before slapping it. you whine from the pain. You tried to brace yourself for another strike, but you couldn't help but to scream as his hand came in contact with your skin again, harder, making a wave of pain wash over your body "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, you wasted my cum and you are so disobedient. Scream all you like, this is your fault" he hit you harder, and harder. Your screams bounce off the walls. It hurts, but you couldn't help but to get off from it. Lucifer was enjoying your screams as he slapped your ass, leaving red handprints on your abused skin "Apologize" "wha-?!" Was all you can say before he hit you again "Apologize for what you did" his hand began to rubbed over the red skin of your ass "Apologize for being disobedient, wasting my cum and for touching yourself without my permission" he slapped you again making you whimper out a weak "I'm sorry" he slapped your ass again "LOUDER!" "I'M SORRY!" You screamed as you balled your hands into fists. You brace yourself for another hit but you are caught off guard by Lucifer laughing. He didn't know why he was laughing, but somehow the way you pleaded for forgiveness was cute, and also pathetic. Lucifer's hand went back to your ass. You wince from the stinging sensation as Lucifer's warm hands started rubbing the abused skin of your ass cheek, smirking as he rubbed the red marks that he made "You're enjoying this aren't you?" "no.." you whimpered out. Lucifer knew that you were lying and found it cute that you tried so hard to deny what you truly wanted. His hand moved to your thighs, slowly sliding them up. Your whimpers turn into moans as Lucifer fingers trails over your aching folds "If you're not enjoying this, then why are you so wet?" He removed your pants from your ankles and threw them. He grabbed you by the arm and lifted you up to make you straddle him. The smile that was on Lucifer's face quickly turned into a devilish grin when he saw your tearful eyes. Lucifer cooed happily as he licked your fallen tear from your cheeks, before moving to your ear and whispering "Maybe we should stop" "what...?" You said as you tried not to focus on the stinging sensation from your butt "Since my bitch is crying so much, then we need to stop" you were shocked. Why did he want to stop now? This wasn't the first time that Lucifer spanked you, far from it, but this time you know it was different. Almost like he's been causing you pain deliberately, like he's trying to prove something. Your mine ran blink for a moment, then a slight sigh lifted you as leaned your head against his shoulder “I will stop with the behavior” You now know what this was about. Your voice was hoarse as you quietly whispered "don't stop…. please" you moved to kiss him. A gentle kiss to his lips turned into a rough one, leaving you gasping for air when you pulled away “ You sank to your knees on to the floor, grabbing the red leash that was still hooked to the red matching collar that was still on your neck. Lucifer was surprised when you put the leash into his open palm and then closed his hand. Pulling away, you looked up at him as nothing but shame fell from your lips "please don't stop" you let your head hang down a shame as you continued "I'll do what you say, I'll be your dog, just don't stop" setting on the floor with your head down, you felt a shane but you wanted more. The room was uncomfortably silent as the two of you waited on for the other one to speak first, the Avatar Pride was stunned by your sudden actions that he actually looked at you with a slight pity. It was until you utter the word "master?" when Lucifer's calm demeanor turns into greed. When he loosened his grip on the leash it slithered out of his hand, and on to the floor "such a picky pet" you kept your eyes on the floor, waiting for your master to tell you what to do. It wasn't until Lucifer grabbed you by the hair when you looked at him, a stinging sensation in your scalp from how hard he was gripping on to your hair. Lucifer looked at you with disgust and that look that he gives you when he's disciplining you. It was full of shame and disappointment, and you usually were afraid when he looked at you like that, but in this situation you can't help being aroused. "You'll do what I say, huh?" You nod your head with the little mobility you had "You like it when I treat you like a dog, don't you? treating you like shit, while I fuck your brains out?" a worried "yes" was all you can say before you were forcefully tossed on the floor "Then prove it" he crossed his legs as he continued "Bow to me and prove your loyalty" you moved from your spot on the floor to be in front of Lucifer. Setting yourself up where you were on your knees, and slowly bowing your head. It wasn't enough for Lucifer however, and he silently put his foot on the back of your head, and pushed down to make your face buried in the carpet "Look at you, not putting up a fight like an obedient bitch" he continued "now, who does this bitch belong to?" He slowly started grinding his foot into your head, making you wince "I said who do you belong to?" A weary "you, sir" came out before your face was buried deep into the carpet, your head pinned down to the floor by Lucifer's foot "I'm going to do what I want to you and you're not going to complain, you understand me?"

"Yes, master"

"Good"

Lucifer removed his foot and stood up straight "I guess you're good enough" you lift your head to look up at him, a sweet and gentle smile replaced the wicked grin he had before "You can open a another present" he gestured to one of the Akuzon boxes that was still on the table "Some may bring you pleasure, while the other will bring you pain. But no matter which one you choose, you will enjoy it" You turn to look at the table in the several unopened boxes lying upon it. Staring at the different sized boxes you wondered to yourself; If the first box had a leash and a dog collar in it, what was inside the others? You wanted to open all of them at once to ease your mind, but it wasn't until you noticed that one of the boxes didn't have the Akuzon logo on it. It was just a plain box. Lucifer shifted closer, he noticed that you were glaring at a pacific box that he put together. sitting on the edge of the couch he leaned down to hover over you "Are you sure you want that one?" Your curiosity turned into dread. The unknown contents of the box started to become concerning as you reminisced what Lucifer said "what's in these that would make me feel pain?" Lucifer didn't give a direct answer other than a smile "Pick one and find out" you hesitated, still unnerved by the fact that you don't know what is in the boxes. but put that uneasiness aside as you want this to continue. You pointed to the box with no recognizable markings and sighed "This one" with a smile Lucifer grabbed your arm and stood up, making you stand on your feet. He walked with you until you both were in the middle of the room, standing under the chandelier. He told you to "Stay" and return to the table. He picked up the box that you singled out and opened it. Lucifer proceeds to rummage through contents of the box "Take off your shirt" he demanded over his shoulder. You did what you were told, taking off your shirt and letting it fall to the floor, leaving you naked. You tried covering your chest with your arms but as soon as your hands touched your breasts, Lucifer grabbed your wrist and jerked you forward. He gave you that look again, that disapproving look that made your legs weak. Suddenly, Lucifer tied your wrists together, it wasn't until the rest of the rope was strong through the chandelier when you noticed his intentions. He pulls on the rope, making your arms raised above your head. He didn't stop pulling it on, however. Pulling the rope tighter and tighter, you begin to whimper about the rope starting to dig into your skin. It wasn't until you're on your tippy toes when Lucifer stopped and tied the rope to the Chandelier. He took a step back to look at you. Staring at the pretty 'rope bunny' in front of him, made the Pride filled demon giddy with glee. Even though he was tired, Lucifer hasn't felt this satisfied in a while. the only time he find something this satisfying is when he used to torture demons that disobey him, or when his greedy little brother max out his credit cards. The way your wrist was bound together and the way your legs wanted to give out as the chandelier struggled to hold your weight, made his cock hardon again.

"It's too tight" you felt the rope dig into your skin. It is not the first time you've been tied up, but you were struggling. Lucifer just closed his eyes and shook his head, he giggled "I thought you said you won't complain" he looked disappointed in his face as he continued "It seems like I have to discipline you" he turned around and walked back to the table. You watched as Lucifer put up the box of the table and walked back over to you, with that same disappointing look. Your eyes met. It wasn't until he walked behind you and that eye contact broke, you tried to angle your head to see him, but you couldn't because of how your arms were positioned "what are you doing?" Lucifer shushes you. You tried your best to know what he was doing by the sound of his movement, but to no avail. The room became uncomfortably silent. You heard no movement, nothing, almost like Lucifer wasn't behind you "Lucifer?..." Nothing. You tried again "Lucifer… please" still nothing. It was only when you mumble the word "master?" When you heard something like a snort when you were reminded of his presence. You heard Lucifer footsteps, he was right behind you but you were still startled when you heard his voice right in your ear "impatient, are we?" Suddenly, the caller that was still around your neck was being removed and it was immediately replaced by something else. You couldn't look to see what it was as it was around your neck, but you could tell whatever that was now around your neck wasn't normal. It wasn't long until Lucifer's hands were on your body. Coming from behind, his hands started at your waist, feeling your soft skin as his fingers shift to your hips "Such a delicate human form" he said "Too bad I'm going to ruin it" Lucifer moved back from you, going back to the bed he picked up a ball gag that he took out of the box. Lucifer then walked in front of you "open your mouth" he demanded as he put the ball of the gag up to your lips, and fastened passed the straps behind your head after you took the gag between your teeth. Now you were bound, gagged and completely at a demon's mercy, you could scream and no one would hear it. Just what Lucifer wanted. You looked at one another, like a standoff between predator and prey, but the prey knows it has lost. Lucifer shuffled back behind you but quickly walked back in front of you as he held something behind his back. With his hand, he reaches up and caresses your face. You leaned into his touch, letting out a muffled moan as a ball gag had you mostly silent. But that sweet moment didn't last for too long however. As soon as you let your guard down, Lucifer grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head back. Your whimpers were blocked by the ball gag but that was still enough for the Avatar Pride. The thing that Lucifer was hiding behind his back moved in between your legs "If you cum, I'll make you regret it" before you could think, the feeling of pleasure rushed through you. The vibrator that Lucifer pressed against your aching pussy made your legs weak, as your moans that were blocked by the gag tried to break through. You felt your knees starting to buckle, the rope that was still wrapped around your wrist was the only thing keeping your body from falling on the floor. Your body felt like it was about to collapse, he just started touching you and you're already at your peak, you weren't expecting to cum so soon, you blame yourself for being so sensitive. But you didn't want to give up your orgasm quite yet. You looked up and focused your eyes on your two arms that were bound above your head, trying your best not to climax. Lucifer knew you were trying to fight it, he took your resisting as obedience. But Lucifer wanted you to cum so he could punish you. Lucifer was sliding his fingers across your sensitive flesh, increasing your excitement and stimulating you as you tried to steady your breathing. He placed a kiss on your breasts, it was gentle, a lot more gentle than the ones he gave you on your lips. But when his mouth moved to your nipples, you tried to ignore him. Closing your eyes trying not to give in to the pleasure. When he wasn't getting the response that he wanted, Lucifer rubbed the vibrator on your clit but not before putting on the toy on Max power. Your eyes shot open, you looked down at the smug demon who was teasing your breasts. You wanted to scream, to let your voice out but the ball gag prohibits those rights. All you could do was inhale and exhale rapidly, as you begin to unravel. The wand continued to vibrate your clit, you felt the urge to cum increase when Lucifer pinch your nipples between his teeth. your orgasm rattled you as you cried out his name in a long note of pleasure. Your climax just kept rising higher and higher, you could feel your knees weaken tremors throughout as you wrote out your orgasm as your juices drench down your thighs and cover Lucifer's hand.he moves to cup your face wiping the loose strands of hair away. You stared at him teary-eyed as you try to come down from your euphoric high, he smiled at you wickedly before he whispered in your ear "you came, so now I get to punish you" you realize what you have done, you disobey your master and slowly start shaking your head "no" but you're quiet please fell on deaf ears as bolts of electricity rush your body. You screamed but nothing came out as agonizing pain filled your body. And just like that it was gone, leaving you a twitching mess as the remnant of electricity made your nerves feel like they were jumping. Your legs finally give out. The only thing that kept you from falling to the ground was the ropes that still bind your wrists to the chandelier. You were breathing rapidly, you wanted to pass out but lost his voice caught your attention "This is your punishment, so enjoy it" the rush of the electricity filled your body once more but it was a lot stronger, more painful. And once again the feeling of being shocked was gone, leaving you a trembling, confused mess. your heart pounding in your head as you tried to think straight, feeling dizzy and your vision was doubled, you slowly trying to gain your sanity back. It wasn't until you heard Lucifer calling your name when finally you felt like yourself again "Mc? Is my little doggie dead?" You looked at him, after what he did to you, Lucifer's caring smile felt foreign. He proceeded to remove the ball gag from your mouth. as soon as Lucifer did that, you're heavy panting was the only thing coming out of your mouth before you ask, in a shaky breath "w- w- what the fuck d- did you do to- to me?!" He pointed to his neck "shock collar" he calmly said. Lucifer pulled out a small remote and waved it across your face. You stared at him bewildered then remembered that he put something around your neck that you couldn't see "I did originally bought it for Cerberus, but sometimes inside bitches needs discipline too" Lucifer precedes to untie your wrist and you immediately collapsed in his arms, tired as you can barely stand up. Lucifer wiped the sweat from your face, he stared into your tired eyes and gave you a sweet kiss to your forehead. But when you thought the torture was over, Lucifer grab your hair again and when you saw that disappointed look on his face, you knew it wasn't over "Get your ass to the bed, and bend over" your master gave you orders and you followed them. Getting onto your hands and knees, you tried your best not to fall over as you crawled to Lucifer's bed. Bending over, you stuck your ass up in the air as your upper body laid on top of the covers. Looking over the bed, you notice there was more sex toys lying upon it: couple of vibrators, a few dildos. But one thing that caught your eye the most was Lucifer's riding crop. The same riding crop was picked up by the demon. Lucifer gripped the riding crop tightly in his hands and glared at your still bright red ass.

"do you remember what to say?" Preparing for the strike to come, you gripped the covers and nodded in response. Lucifer took a deep breath before striking you with the riding crop. you jerked forward, you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure as Lucifer precedes to hit you again

"say it"

"I'm a dumb human whore" the riding crop came in contact with your skin as Lucifer precedes to hit you harder

"what else?"

"I love to be stuffed by demon cock. To be used as a cum dope by your kind" he hit you again the riding crop leaving red marks to your already abused bottom

"do you like to be treated like this?" Another strike thrash your skin, your words messy as you try to breathe

"I- l love to be abused, used and treated like the scum I am" Lucifer steps back and smiles, admiring the new marks he added to your skin. Lucifer ran his fingers through his hair and quietly chuckled to himself as he watched you slowly crawl into his bed. Tired and out of breath, you just wanted to be filled up by him. You roll over onto your back and spread your legs open, you reached between your legs and spread open your wet and drenching cunt, exposing yourself to him "please, just fuck me" you continue "I said what you wanted, I did what you wanted, now please just do this one thing for me and fuck me" Lucifer inhale deeply, as he fight the urge to ravish you, to bury his cock deep inside of you. He looked over to his nightstand and slowly laughed as he stared at a clock that was sitting on it "look at the time. it's very late, maybe we should get some sleep?"

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miekasa · 3 years ago

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any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

#anonymous #[dreamy sight] levi where art thou levi.......... i am yearning deeply #levi x reader #aot x reader #levi smut #levi fluff #snk x reader #aot imagines

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sugamamacustard · 4 years ago

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Sweet little chick

Pairing: Mafia boss! Alpha! Sugawara Koushi! X Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Yandere

Request: N/A

Summary: The Karasuno Crows fell to the will of one person and one person alone. You were expected to do the same to the mama crow.

Warnings: Slight/Yandere! Themes. Stockholm Syndrome, Collars, dresses, blood/core/ mafia compliant violence.

Author’s Note: An anon on my main blog (Shameless plug, it’s @angstyclowns) sent me an amazing message and I took care of myself for once and now I’m super motivated! Also, I’m tried keeping this gender neutral, but reader does end up in a dress and thigh highs, so I’m sorry for that!

Requests: Open!

Disclaimer: I do not condone the acts below, please do not kidnap people you fancy and force them to stay against their will until they pull a beauty and the beast. Thanks for reading!

Sugawara Koushi

➵ You weren’t sure how long you had been there.

➵ In fact, at this point you weren’t sure you cared.

➵ You were respected here. People groveled on their knees at your feet for your favor, just to make you smile.

➵ Because if you liked them, your alpha was less likely to slit their throats. You were a direct link to getting in the alpha’s good graces.

➵ At first, you hated it. Hated the feeling of people begging you for their lives.

➵ And sometimes, sometimes late at night, you hated it now too. Hated how their screams still rung in your ears, begging and pleading for you to help.

➵ Most times, your alpha tried to keep you out of the bloody weeds of his business, but some times, when Noya or Hinata weren’t quick enough to stop a new guy who royally messed up from begging you to call off the hit.

➵ At that point, you had to hide in your nest, close your eyes and cover your ears until Suga came to comfort you.

➵ In the beginning you would smack him away, but now you craved his touch. His hugs, his purrs, his words of reassurance, anything he would give to you to settle your fears.

➵ You weren’t sure why you pushed him away in the first place, as you were much better now. You were getting help after the untimely death of your parents (Car accident), you had friends (Suga allowed you to keep company with some of the other crows’ omegas), and everything you wanted at the snap of your fingers.

➵ You were perfectly content with life as it was.

➵ But that didn’t mean you didn’t have your own rules to follow.

➵ Your alpha had several rules to follow, especially because of the role he played.

➵ When he had meetings with Fukorodani or Nekoma, you were to sit on his lap, in whatever tight little number you were gifted that day, and stay quiet. Occasionally, Daichi (Who ran Karasuno along side Suga) would bring his own omega and you two would be allowed to talk quietly among yourselves or play Animal crossing together.

➵ If you had a concern or comment, you would whisper it to Koushi, who would either allow you to share or re-word it himself.

➵ The other leaders thought you were the second cutest thing in their worlds (Their own omegas holding first. But you were reminded them of their own omegas they left at home) and always listened when you spoke, treating you like a valid member of the Karasuno crew.

➵ Which you were.

➵ But not in the same sense as everyone else. You were more-or-less an innocent bystander that held the title.

➵ Under no circumstances however, were you allowed to talk to someone that wasn’t approved by Koushi. Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa (Read, Iwaizumi), even Ushijima were all approved, their omegas too, but no one else.

➵ They understood this, growling at their guards and anyone else they brought for a meeting to stay away.

➵ But unfortunately, not all people took the gracious warnings they provided.

➵ The day started off like it normally did, with Suga waking up far earlier than you cared to know.

➵ He pecked your lips while you groggily watched him get ready, button his shirt while you sat up to run your hands through his hair.

➵ “Do you have to leave so early, Koushi?” You whined, pulling him down once more to hug him tightly. He chuckled in your ear, pecking your cheek before prying you off.

➵ “Unfortunately I do, sweet thing. But I promise, I’ll back to pick you up for the meeting later.” A final kiss was pressed to your lips before your alpha was off, tightening his tie on the way out and slinging on his suit jacket.

➵ Predictably so, you went back to bed, sleeping until a knock on the door woke you up.

➵ Hinata walked in slowly, beaming down at you brightly before setting down a silver and gold box and walking back out, closing the door behind him. You liked Hinata. He seemed to have a second sense to when you wanted to talk or when you just wanted your alpha.

➵ His omega was lucky.

➵ But you were more lucky. You got to see your alpha soon, since he always had your dresses delivered in the time frame that allowed you to get ready right before Suga would show up to pick you up

➵ So you shakily got up, stretching and yawning before picking up the box and sliding off the top. The dress inside was a velvet black up until the bodess, which was a sweetheart neckline. From there, a mesh overcoat covering your shoulders and arms hooked around your neck. It was beautiful.

➵ So you slipped it on quickly, styling your hair with dry shampoo and whatever else you deemed appropriate and slipping some black thigh highs to match before clipping on the final accessory

➵ It was a pristine white collar that buckled around your neck, with a small white bell and a hanging heart charm that simply said your name. It wasn’t as extravagant as the other omegas’ collars, but it suited Suga-- who, in a way, owned you.

➵ Like clockwork. the moment you finished tightening the collar your alpha was knocking on the door, opening it soon after and smiling at you.

➵ He was in a different suit then what he left in and his knuckles were wrapped, but you didn’t want to question it.

➵ “Ready to go?”

➵ You nodded excitedly, hooking your arm with his and making your way out of the room. He grabbed your switch (Which he had gifted you, custom with your favorite colored joycons) on the way out, soon leading you to the ‘meeting room’.

➵ Daichi and Kuroo both smiled from their conversation when you two finally made your entrance, nodding in your direction.

➵ Suga sat in his chair, allowing you to sit in his lap right after before passing you the gaming console and starting the meeting. (Kuroo and Daichi said something about how lucky Suga was that you were ‘ready’ whatever that meant)

➵ You didn’t care to listen, probably for the better, only playing animal crossing with small hums leaving you.

➵ Twenty minutes in and all was fine with minimal disagreement on whatever was going on. At least, minimal trouble for the alphas.

➵ You felt a sense of unease set over you while you were playing a while ago but hoped it would just disappear.

➵ But it never did.

➵ You looked up to see Suga completely enveloped in the conversation with Kuroo and Daichi, so it wasn’t him, nor the other two alphas.

➵ Looking around, you noted it wasn’t any of the Karasuno crows that were in there.

➵ All the usual people Kuroo brought with him were focusing on the void.

➵ All but one. You had never seen him before but he looked slimy from here. Even Lev (One of Kuroo’s bodyguards that got along with literally everyone, including you) was standing far away from him.

➵ His hair was greasy and blue. A gross as blue that looked like he tried to go for silver but failed.

➵ It was disgusting to you and he was staring directly at you. Who tf was this guy???

➵ You mindlessly nuzzled back into Suga’s arms, which made him falter and look down at you before going back to the conversation (A land deal?)

➵ But the feeling never faltered.

➵ You had tried getting up to go the bathroom once during the meeting but the feeling at you sitting right back down, trying so hard to focus on your game. Your scent was burnt slightly, which set Suga on edge, but what made it even worse was when the boy- smelled like beta- offered to take you off of Suga’s hands for the meeting.

➵ “A frail thing like her shouldn’t be in the company of such vile conversation topics, yeah?”

➵ “We’re talking about land, what about that is vile?” Suga sneered, switching from looking at you to the man. He could tell you were off the moment you burrowed into him.

➵ There weren’t any excited giggles coming from you if you discovered something new. No squeals of joy when you finally, finally caught that fish you had been trying to catch for however long. Nothing. Silence and tense muscles.

➵ He had been trying to figure out what was wrong with you the entire time until it suddenly clicked.

➵ The male spoke and you were grabbing his shirt like a lifeline.

➵ It was him.

➵ This beta was making his omega uncomfortable.

➵ Kuroo and Daichi picked up on this fairly quickly, Kuroo already apologizing to Daichi before looking to the Beta.

➵ Suga didn’t hear what they said, but he felt Daichi pushing you and him out of the room. A silent promise in his eyes.

➵ He picked you up effortlessly, taking you to your room and setting you in your nest and scenting you excessively

➵ You whimpered and allowed him to do so, the switch being discarded somewhere.

➵ Suga held you to his chest for hours after that, silently planning ever terrible thing he would unleash unto the unsuspecting beta.

➵ there was nothing in the world Suga wouldn’t do for you.

➵ He killed for you once and he’d do it again over and over again.

➵ Whether it be faking a car accident or disposing of trash, keeping eyes on you with specially planted agents, Suga was willing to do everything for you.

➵ And he certainly had the means to do so.

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mochacoffee · 5 years ago

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I created a 3D model and floor plan of Aziraphale’s bookshop in Good Omens!

I really wanted one for reference and it seemed like many others did too, so I put together my best approximation of where everything is. Beneath the color version, you’ll see I’ve included two simplified, labeled versions of the plan. The verbal labels are so you know what the object is. The numerical labels are there to make it easy to find more information about the object. I’ve put a numbered index below the cut that features the relevant reference images I used for each object and some more information about why I put it where I did/why it’s relevant/etc. I want to be very clear that I did not add anything to this from my own imagination; every single item and feature represents something I actually saw in the shop.

If you have any questions or want more information about this, PLEASE do not hesitate to ask! I put so much time into figuring it out and I would be more than happy to be a resource for anyone who needs it. Also, if you notice any errors, let me know and I’ll update the post. I hope this is helpful!

Update: Here’s a link to an interactive view of the shop! It takes a moment to load. You can click the “3D” tab in the top right to view it in first person and walk around inside. Double click a spot on the floor to move there and pan around by clicking and dragging. The oval symbol next to the person walking gives you a birds-eye view.

Update 2: Here’s a higher quality rendering of the first person perspective! Update 3: I made an alternate first person render here complete with a ceiling, light fixtures, and ambient lighting from outside. This one is optimized for making it seem more like you’re actually there, whereas the previous one is for maximum visibility. This render also has some minor accuracy improvements, which are detailed under the cut in the relevant sections. (The first interactive link with the birds-eye view updates automatically.) Update 4: In case you’re interested in Aziraphale’s books specifically, I’ve made a catalogue of those here.

1. Unknown closet

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There is a door behind Gabriel when he talks to Aziraphale in the backroom. So where does it lead? Well. The wall we can see behind Aziraphale when he encounters Shadwell in the shop (see #17: boxes/storage) doesn’t have a door in it. It’s also facing the wrong direction and it’s in the middle of the southwest wall ⁠— we know this because Aziraphale can see Shadwell in the entrance from there. So the wall behind him at that moment is definitely not the wall of the backroom. We’re left with this door and unaccounted-for corner. The only thing that makes sense to me then is that there’s a closet there between the two spaces. My personal theory is that this closet is “the back” that Aziraphale refers to keeping the Châteauneuf-du-Pape in since I didn’t see any other obvious alcohol storage space in the shop. Update: @n0nb1narydemon has suggested this could be a bathroom for guests or because culturally it’s a room you can use to extricate yourself from situations, which is another possibility! They also asked where I think the doors behind object #20 lead, and I thought it would be good to add here that they might lead to the shop next door or to this unknown room. It’s possible the room actually extends further into the next shop and encompasses the part of the wall where the doors are, but I didn’t have concrete evidence to support that idea so I didn’t include it in the floor plan. Update: I was wrong about the Châteauneuf-du-Pape! In the DVD bookshop tour we learn that the cabinet in the top left corner of the backroom is where Aziraphale keeps his alcohol, including that particular wine. I added a reference photo of Neil pointing it out. Thanks to @fuckyeahgoodomens for bringing the existence of this tour to my attention — ya girl got the special edition blu-ray even though I don’t have a blu-ray player yet so I hadn’t actually seen it. Also, there is a chair right next to this cabinet against the wall which I missed in my initial rendering of the shop but have since added.

2. Part of shop next door (top right)

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This was very tricky to figure out because you can see from the exterior of the shop that there is no wall past the back door, but from the interior there is clearly more space there. BUT in a behind the scenes photo of David during the fire scene, you can see on this back wall that there’s actually a nook with two large entryways, similar to the one that makes up the backroom. From the exterior you can see that the area next to the back door is taken up by the window of the next shop, so I concluded that this little square of space was not part of the bookshop’s interior, but the nook did extend further back than where the shop appears to end from the outside. I had to make one bookshelf more nubby than the others to make this work, but after a LOT of trial and error I decided one nubby bookshelf was the only thing that could explain the apparent architecture of the space. Any floor design that accounted for a bookshelf of the same length as the others just did not make sense on a fundamental level.

3. Part of shop next door (bottom left)

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From the exterior of the shop you can see that this window belongs to the adjacent store, as the wall is a different color. Within the bookshop you can also see when Gabriel and Sandalphon enter the backroom, there’s no window behind them; there’s a sink. So it’s definitely not Aziraphale’s window. The wall of the backroom is also further into the shop’s interior than the wall Aziraphale’s desk sits against, so there’s a corner of space inside that’s unaccounted for. At first I assumed it was plumbing from the sink that had been sealed off or something, but when I realized that’s where the window was on the outside, I figured the space is probably part of the next shop over.

4. Aziraphale’s desk

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This is where Aziraphale sits in the shop like 90% of the time. It’s on the Eastern side of the shop because Aziraphale was the guardian of the Eastern gate in Eden and because production designer Michael Ralph is a goddamn genius (source). Shout out to @posted-omens for this fascinating post analyzing the chariot sculpture on his desk. Update: Fun fact, the ladder behind his desk is actually called a library chair, supposedly designed by Benjamin Franklin. It functions as a ladder but you can also fold it into a chair! Neil mentions this in the DVD extra bookshop tour. I added screen caps of it to the reference photos above since I don’t have a specific section for the ladders!

5. Phone Aziraphale calls Crowley from

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I will be honest with you: I think there’s something a little fucked up about this corner. It is my nemesis. I tried so many things to make it work and I just could not get it exactly right, but what you see in the floor plan is my best guess as to what’s going on. The conundrum is that the spot where Aziraphale stands when he’s on the phone with Crowley is definitely closer to the fence around the staircase than it is in my layout. But the table he’s in front of is also clearly against the outside wall of the backroom, and the stairs being where I’ve put them here is the only thing that made sense based on the reference photos. So there’s some weird spacing issue where there’s a little too much room between the fence around the stairs and this phone. If I were to move the walls to close that gap then there would be way too much space in the backroom and way too little space on the southwest side of the shop, so I think the walls are correct as they are. So ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. What I can say for certain is that the phone is there and it’s on a table next to a lamp, and the table is definitely against the wall of the backroom and behind the staircase. The distance between these things doesn’t hold up perfectly, but their arrangement does. On another note, this is one of two phones in the shop. The other is on the table next to the cash register (see #9) which Aziraphale picks up when Crowley calls to say they need to talk about Armageddon. I believe this is the same one he uses to call Adam’s house in episode two, only he moves it from the table by the register to the top of a pile of books (which I’m pretty sure were stacked on the circular table between his desk and the sofa). Update: OKAY SO it turns out in the behind-the-scenes bookshop tour on the DVD we get two more teeny tiny glimpses of this corner! I added them to the reference photo album above. It appears I was right about the lamp, phone, and bookshelf being where they are, except that the bookshelf and table are touching. There’s also a ladder propped against the shelf. I’d say it’s possible there are actually two bookshelves here; based on the parallax in the DVD tour, the one next to the phone didn’t appear to be against the wall, but we know there is a bookshelf against that wall because we see it in the show. (P.S. There’s also another chair against that wall which I didn’t see because Aziraphale was standing in front of it, so I added that too.) This leads me to believe there’s one against the wall and another one further from it next to the table. But that’s just my speculation, so I won’t change the actual floor plan unless I find more evidence.

6. Where they’re drinking when Crowley realizes Adam has named the hellhound

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When Aziraphale sits down at this table, the background is of the same space he refers to as the “backroom” when Gabriel and Sandalphon show up. He’s across the table from Crowley, behind whom you can see a bookshelf, the staircase, and the coat rack. The table is half in the backroom half out, since the room has two large entryways in its wall. Update: I realized the wall behind this table actually dips back further! It is a weirdly-shaped wall! But in the DVD special tour of the bookshop Neil walks past it and there’s clearly an area that recesses even further, so I’ve modified that in the interactive floor plan :)

7. Bench of books that start the fire

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When Shadwell leaves the book shop and slams the door, one of the candles knocks over and rolls into a pile of books and other papers (including the Sound of Music lmao). You can see it’s the same bench the customer is standing in front of when he gives Gabriel a weird look after he yells about pornography. (I love this customer so much because they gave me a super HD shot of this particular area.) The poles of the fence around the bench, the staircase behind it, and the smaller shelves beside it holding Terry Pratchett’s books make it clear that the bench is in that spot in the shop and that it’s the place the fire starts.

8. Coat rack with Terry’s hat on it

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Aziraphale hangs his coat here right before Crowley calls him to say they need to talk about Armageddon. Out of focus in the frame you can see the lion sculpture that sits on the fence surrounding the stairs (see #11) and a bookshelf. The camera pans past the shelf and we see him walk past his desk to pick up the phone by the cash register, which puts that shelf right next to his sitting area. We can also see the coat rack in the background when Crowley realizes Adam has named the hellhound. The coat rack has Terry Pratchett’s hat and scarf on it in his honor (source).

9. Antique cash register

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You can see this register in the background when Crowley is on the couch and when Aziraphale invites Gabriel and Sandalphon into the backroom. I know it’s an antique cash register because it’s photographed and referenced directly on page 79 of the Good Omens TV Companion. It’s a typewriter in my floor plan because the website I used (floorplanner.com), who knows why, did not have a 3D model of a cash register from the early 1900s.

10. Back door

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Thank you so much to @fuckyeahgoodomens for this post where they figured all this out!! Wonderful work! You can see this door from the exterior of the shop and its existence is referenced in the Good Omens script book on page 94. It’s also in the background of a behind the scenes shot of Aziraphale pulling away the carpet so he can contact heaven. Behind him in that shot you can see the bust (which moves around a lot - see #19) and a grandfather clock, and in the show from one of the aerial shots you can see that the carpet is pulled west, further confirming the door’s location.

11. Fence around the stairs

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I have concluded that this is a fence to keep customers from going up to the second floor. It looks to be made of golden pillars with wooden shelving atop them. The fence crosses beneath the staircase on one side and the other side ends about where the stair’s railing does. You can see this fence behind Crowley when he realizes Adam has named the hellhound, behind Aziraphale when he calls Crowley to tell him he knows where the antichrist is, and next to the customer who gives Gabriel a look after he yells “PORNOGRAPHY!” It’s also visible in one of the aerial shots of the shop. Update: In the DVD extra bookshop tour I noticed the lion sculpture on this fence is not just a lion, but a lion with a woman holding its mane. I think it might also be a lamp? In one of the reference photos, the one that looks down from the second floor, it appears there’s a light in the woman’s other hand. I’d be interested to see if we can track down what this particular sculpture is and what it might mean. Update: @cantdewwrite has suggested here that the light/sculpture could be a replica of one of the bronze statues in the Victoria Memorial, which does look quite similar. I’m fairly certain Aziraphale’s sculpture is of a woman, which would make it the figure in the memorial representing peace.

12. Open book of illustrated story of Adam and Eve

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Shout out to @amuseoffyre for this post where she figured out what this was! Update: I’ve determined that this book is The Gospel in the Old Testament: A series of pictures by Harold Copping. The painting is, naturally, by Harold Copping. It’s called “Adam and Eve after the fall.” Unfortunately this book is out of print and I haven’t been able to track down an ebook or scan of it, so I can’t confirm the text just yet. But based on its premise, I think it’s safe to assume that it’s telling the story of Adam and Eve directly. Aziraphale has a second copy of this book visible on the shelf next to the sofa.

13. Antique computer

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This is the computer Aziraphale does his extremely scrupulous taxes with, as confirmed in this ask that @neil-gaiman answered from @prismatic-bell! It’s an Amstrad, according to the bookshop tour in the DVD extras.

14. Spiral staircase

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These stairs are in many shots of the shop so it was pretty obvious where they were.

15. Sink, teapots, etc.

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You can see this wall right before Gabriel walks into the backroom and behind Aziraphale when he’s drinking with Crowley at the end of episode one. It appears he has two hand towels, a ceramic angel soap dish (aw), some teapots, and a decorated box above it, among other things. On the floor beside the sink is what I believe to be a broom handle, though it could be a mop? Next to that is a bronze statue of an angel atop a small table piled with books. On the other side of the sink is an open book on a stand ⁠— it has a fabric bookmark in it with a crucifix at the end, so I’m assuming it’s a bible. Light reading while you make your tea I guess. Update: Thank you so much to @brightwanderer for pointing out in this post that he has four extra angel wing mugs above the sink as well! I couldn’t figure out what they were! Update: Neil said in this ask that you can see an oven by the sink when Gabriel and Sandalphon walk in. Which you can! It’s real small and there’s a little pot on top of it. I’ve added a screencap of it to the images album for this area. Update: I’m donating my heart and soul to @ack-emma for suggesting in the replies to this ask that the central object above the sink is a samovar!! I had never heard of this so I had absolutely no idea what it was, but I think they hit the nail on the head. Y’all Aziraphale really likes tea.

16. Sculpture

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Thank you @ineffable-endearments, @behold-my-squeees, @srebrnafh, @aethelflaedladyofmercia for contributing to this post about the statue and its potential symbolism! Update: @doctorscienceknowsfandom has added some analysis to the post above suggesting that this is a sculpture of Paris, the figure from Greek mythology. I’m inclined to agree! Update: BINGO! @tifaria has found Aziraphale’s exact statue (confirmed Paris!) in this post. Brilliant work!! This community continues to blow me away. Further discussion about the sculpture’s meaning in the context of the show here — be sure to check the notes for further commentary.

17. Boxes/storage

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These boxes and piles of books can be seen behind Aziraphale when he encounters Shadwell in the shop and behind Crowley while he’s rambling drunkenly about why they should stop Armageddon in episode one. They’re in a nook that goes further back than where the shop appears to end from its exterior (see #2 for more info on that!).

18. Stacks of books

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You can see this stack in one of the aerial shots of Shadwell in the shop. I didn’t include most stacks of books in the floor plan because they’re literally everywhere and I had to manually set how high each book would be from the floor, so putting them in piles got tedious very quickly. But I did include a few notable ones, and this is one of those imo because there’s not much else in that area as far as I can tell.

19. Bust

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This little guy moves around quite a bit, unlike most things in the shop. In some photos/scenes it’s where I put it on the floor plan, but in others it’s closer to the northwestern wall and in this 360 video of the shop it’s right between two of the columns. I chose to put it where I did because it’s there in the scene where Crowley is drunkenly rambling about Armageddon, whereas the other locations I’ve seen it in were from behind the scenes shots and stuff. I’m not sure who the bust is of! It appears to have a little ribbon with a medal around its next though. Update: More speculation about the bust here, courtesy of @aethelflaedladyofmercia! Update: @fuckyeahgoodomens has confirmed in this post that the thing around the bust’s neck is the medal given to Aziraphale by Gabriel in this deleted scene!

20. Divider I think?

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Please for the love of god if you know what this thing is, tell me. My best guess is it’s a room divider because what else looks like that?? But I don’t know why you would put a room divider there. And it still doesn’t look exactly like a divider either. But the decorative element at the top and apparent gap between the metal frame and the red bit leads me to believe it’s not furniture or a box. This mystery object is my second nemesis after the weird corner (#5). Update: @brightwanderer has suggested that it might be an embroidered/tapestry draft screen, which I think makes more sense! Update: In the DVD extra bookshop tour I found a very brief image of this item over Neil’s shoulder which I added to the reference photos above. I think by some miracle I was right and it is a divider. It could be a draft screen but at the very least it is shaped like a divider with at least three sections. Wahoo!

21. Record player

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This is the phonograph that’s playing Franz Schubert’s String Quintet in C major (thank you again to @fuckyeahgoodomens for that info) when we first see Aziraphale in the shop. It also plays Queen’s You’re My Best Friend when Crowley runs into the fire.

22. Terry Pratchett’s books

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Another one of the many little Terry easter eggs in the show is this set of his books! @devoursjohnlock made a post highlighting some other specific books you can find in the shop.

23. Chess set

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I saw a post once pointing out this chess set and the implication that Aziraphale and Crowley must play together sometimes, which I thought was a really nice detail to put into the set. But I can’t find the post to credit it! I will update this with a link if I do. Update: Pretty sure this is the post I saw. Thank you to @losyanya for mentioning it :)

24. Circular entryway

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This is one of many circle motifs that production designer Michael Ralph incorporated into the shop. It’s gorgeous. I think there’s actually more room between the archway and the door than I’ve included in this floor plan; Shadwell takes a few steps through it when he runs out of the shop. But I think the fix is just the door being further out from the entryway rather than the entryway being further in. I didn’t want to fuck with the walls to improve this particular area because when I realized the spacing was wrong, I was almost done and would’ve had to manually move each object in the shop over a few inches over. Made more sense to leave the caveat in a footnote. Update: In the DVD extra bookshop tour you get a brief glimpse of something on the inside wall of the entryway. I think it’s a wall sconce or something along those lines. There’s one on either side. I added them to the reference album above! I also figured out how to extend the walls to accommodate some more space there without having to move everything else, so I did that. Update: Here’s a link to some meta discussion about the cupid sculpture in front of this entryway!

25. Sofa Crowley sits on when he suggests they could be godfathers

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You can see that the sofa is next to Aziraphale’s desk and the cash register, and also that there’s a bookshelf behind it. From the entrance to the shop you can see two bookshelves on either side of the central circle, so it was pretty clear that the couch was on the other side of one of those shelves.

26. Wall crucifix

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I find it very interesting that Aziraphale has this considering Jesus isn’t a big part of angelic lore or heaven’s general priorities in the show. It would make more sense to me that he has it because it’s another memento of his time with Crowley, sort of like the illustrated story of Adam and Eve by his desk (#12). Also, fun fact, the opposite side of this wall segment is where he put up all his maps and notes about the whereabouts of the Antichrist in episode three.

#good omens #aziraphale's bookshop #good omens reference #floor plan #ref #i hope people see this i posted it at 2am because i was too excited about it to wait until daylight hours #OKAY SO PEOPLE SAW IT THANKS GUYS #check out the tag:#bookshop questions #for follow-up Qs!

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What I Want - Part 2

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Chapter Title: What I Need

Pairing: Crosshair x fem!Jedi Reader

Summary: Following the awkwardness of the night before, you go to an old friend to try and process your feelings for Crosshair.

Click here for Part 1

Warnings: 18+, a bit more frisky business but not full on so rated 18 just to be safe. Swearing.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Notes: You ask, you get!! Thanks so much for all the support and love for part 1 ❤️. As a thank you, I bring you part 2, I hope you enjoy! If this one takes off a bit as well, I do have an idea for a little bonus chapter around the Bad Batches' reaction. As always, feedback/comments are massively appreciated along with reblogs. Fic is below the cut off, thanks for reading!!

Taglist: @aerynwrites @shannon-lynn-21 @saltywintersoldat @tired-night-owl @wille-zarr

A comm alarm beeped softly, slowly pulling you out your slumber. Giving the device a sleepy glare, you shut it off and huffed back onto your bunk. Wrecker’s snores were echoing off the small ship barracks, you rolled your eyes at his sleeping form across the room as you swung your legs over the side of your top bunk. Below you, Tech slept soundly, he managed to fall asleep with his goggles on which were now sitting wonky on his relaxed face. He also had a datapad clutched to his chest, almost like a teddy bear, which made you chuckle to yourself.

You’d barely slept after getting back from the mission but being a General stopping over on Coruscant meant rest would be a pipe dream. Your alarm was set to get you out of bed and ready for the first of what you were sure would be a hundred and ten briefings today. You were always happy to shoulder the politics for the team, removing that burden from Hunter so they could keep to themselves. But today, you could really do without it.

You looked over at Hunter and Crosshair’s bunks, the former sleeping up top with an arm over his eyes. Probably to block out the few small coloured lights on the ship that shone from critical systems, preventing the room from being truly pitch black. You didn’t envy Hunter’s enhanced senses, they seemed to cause him quite a bit of discomfort when they weren’t on missions. You should probably pick him up an eye mask one of these days.

Below him, Crosshair slept with his back to the open room. One of the few times you ever saw his body relaxed was when he slept. You cringed as you remembered yesterday’s awkwardness with the sniper and mentally cursed at yourself for causing, what was, an easily avoidable situation.

Shaking your head you jumped silently off of your bunk, mindful to not wake any of the batch. You gently removed Tech’s goggles, placing them in their usual spot before moving over to grab some fresh robes and head for the fresher. Today was going to be a real drag.

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“Hey! Look what the Lothcat dragged in” someone called after you as you trudged up the steps to the GAR Headquarters. You turned around to see none other than Anakin Skywalker jogging up behind you.

“Nice to see you too Skyguy” he chuckled at the nickname as he threw an arm around your shoulders.

You fell into companionable chatter as you made your way to your first meeting, the dark halls of the military headquarters looking indistinguishable as you attempted to find the correct room. Members of the Coruscant Guard patrolled the halls, nodding politely to you both as you strolled past.

Eventually you found the room where Mace, Plo and Luminara were waiting, along with some clone and human high command. You stood outside the door for a moment, readying yourself to seal your fate of being talked at for a solid eight standard hours.

Eventually you caved, mostly as you were on the verge of being late if you debated standing outside any longer. Begrudgingly, you sat through briefing after briefing. All the voices and different rooms blending into one grey blur as you tried to take in what information you could, but your tired and stressed mind was having none of it.

While it was nice to catch up with some of the other Jedi, you always felt a bit out of place among the perfect members of the council. More so now than ever.

You ended up wandering back to the temple with Anakin where you both retired to his room and you flopped down onto his simple bed with a whine.

“Okay, what’s going on? You’ve been off all day” Anakin was the closest thing you had to a brother, you trained as Padawans together and due to your similar age you became fast friends. You knew about his marriage to Padme and decided that if you could offload your dilemma on anyone, it’d be him.

“I fucked up” you groaned out from behind your hands.

“What’d you do?” Anakin replied in a playful tone.

“I might’ve got a bit hot and heavy with one of the clones in my squad, led him on and then cut it off” Anakin raised an eyebrow at your confession. “And now he’s pissed at me”

“Why?” You weren’t entirely sure which part of that entire thing he was questioning.

“Because I started the whole thing, I wanted it. Then all of a sudden I did that whole guilty Jedi, must follow every word of the order thing, gave him some pathetic look which said really sorry I can’t have attachments mate, hope you understand. He called me out on it before I could even utter the banthashit excuse and then he stomped off and hasn’t spoken to me since.”

“In his defence, seems like he was probably wound a little tight” Anakin replied with a chuckle which you just groaned at.

“He has every right to be pissed. Hells, I would be if the roles were reversed. Whats with this whole self-righteous act us Jedi have going on?”

“Look, it’s hard being a Jedi at the best of times. It takes an inhumane amount of self-control, which is why its not a path for the weak. But being a Jedi while at war… it’s a lot. You’re emotions are running high, you’re forming bonds with soldiers on the battlefield that you shouldn’t be, but none of us can help it because it’s uncharted territory. Maker knows I’d hunt down anyone who hurt Obi-Wan or my Captain. Yes, It’s not the Jedi way, but neither is fighting a grand-scale war.” Anakin’s eyes were alive with emotion as he spoke, be he quickly caught himself and then it was gone.

“My point is, don’t beat yourself up so much. No one is getting kicked out the order or in his case reconditioned if that’s what you’re worried about. Figure out what it is you want, and then just be discreet about it” you looked at Anakin like he’d grown two heads, he just winked at your confused stare.

“Okay let’s keep it simple. Are you attracted to him?” You thought back to the night before and firmly nodded in response.

“Do you like him as a person?” You pondered his question.

“Well, it’s Cross. I wasn’t sure if he even liked me for a long time. He’s closed off, anti-social, but he’s also a good guy, cares about his brothers, has saved my ass multiple times, and he is kinda funny in his own, snide way” you rattled off with fondness in your words.

“Well then I suggest you go and talk to him.” Anakin replied, giving you a knowing look when he spotted the small smile on your lips as you spoke about the sniper.

You took a deep breath, glad to have finally gotten that off your chest and feeling content that you now knew what to do next. “Thanks, Ani”

“Ugh please don’t call me that” he moaned back, apparently only Padme was allowed to get away with that one.

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Your walk back to the Marauder felt like it dragged on and on. Your brain ran over a thousand scenarios of what to say, how he’d react and you were about to short circuit. There was so much risk, so much possibility, that you did your best to shut your mind off and let yourself handle it in the moment. These things never went as planned anyway, it was best not to guess.

The large door to the ship hissed open, your boots clanking on the metal surface as you cautiously walked into your home. It didn’t take you long to find Crosshair, he was sat in the main hull methodically cleaning his hand blaster. Everyone else must’ve been asleep. He was just in his blacks, the material hugging him in the most wonderful way, it’s like whoever designed those things was trying to trip you up. The contours of his arm muscles flexing as he worked, his strong chest looked practically chiselled at the heart of his lean frame. You had to force yourself to calm down a little bit.

“Uh, hey” you greeted awkwardly. “Mind if I join you?”

You took his silence as a well he’s not saying no. He didn’t spare you a glance as you walked in and took a seat opposite him. As a General in the GAR, you rarely got nervous. War, as a concept, was simple. You knew your purpose, your objective, you had a job to get done and you’d do it. The risks never stopped you, rather they fuelled you. Probably why you’re such a good fit for the bad batch.

But this right now, personal feelings, not knowing where you stand with someone you care about. Because if you were honest, you really did care about Crosshair, the same as you did the rest of the team. You’d only been with the squad just under a year but you’d gladly lay down your life for any of them in a heartbeat. If you could at least get back to where you were before the other night, you’d be over the moon.

You weren’t used to being so nervous, you let your hands fiddle with you dark Jedi robes as you readied yourself to speak again.

“Look, I’m not here to throw some crap about being a Jedi at you, I promise. And I’m sorry for trying it before” he still didn’t look at you, finding his blaster much more interesting. But you could tell he was listening, you had his attention. Might as well keep babbling.

“In terms of an explanation for what happened yesterday, well I guess I panicked.” You sighed as you tried to find the next words “The way you made me feel that night, I… I’ve never felt like that before and everything i’d been taught over the years screamed at me that what I was doing was dangerous and wrong. I now realise that I’m just an idiot. I make my own decisions and I… uh -well, I stick by that one, starting something that is.” Still nothing.

“I know this is probably a long shot. But in the interest of being transparent” you rambled “uh… if you want to go down that road again, I’m up for seeing what happens, can be as casual as we like. I promise I won’t freak out on you again.” You chuckled and thought you almost spotted a slight pull in the corner of Crosshair’s lips “But if you want to go back to how we were before, I’d also really like that.” You watched him for a while as he gave no acknowledgement of your words, his cleaning finished as he now gave the weapon a once over in his hands. Having said everything you needed, you got up from your seat, looking away from him.

“Well, if I can do anything else, let me know” you turned on your heel to leave, feeling slightly defeated but glad you’d at least made the first step.

“I could think of a few things” he finally spoke as he leaned back into his seat and continued to stare at his blaster, still not meeting your gaze.

Well that caught your attention, you turned back around to face him as he carried on ignoring you. While his tone was unbothered as he spoke, you knew him just enough to know his words held a meaning. He was playing with you, back to his usual teasing and you could’ve laughed at the relief that washed over you. This you could work with. A cheeky idea popped into your head and you’d decided to run with it.

“Oh really?” Throwing caution to the wind, you strode over to the sniper slowly. His gaze finally meeting yours after all this time, watching you as you got closer and closer. Practically drawing you in with his amber eyes. You pushed him back by his chest, creating enough room so you could straddle his lap. “Care to elaborate?”

He huffed out a short laugh at your words, his face overall unbothered but his eyes, they were burning into you. “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ll figure it out”.

You hummed in response, deciding to kick things up a notch you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your faces just breaths apart. “Something like this?” You asked, pausing for another second before bringing your lips to his in a surprisingly soft and gentle kiss. You felt his hands come up to rest on your back, pulling you closer as you continued your slow dance. This was so different from the other night, where before there was desperation and lust, now there was something more… tender, passionate. You were quite glad you weren’t standing as the way he moved against you would’ve definitely made your knees weak.

Dragging yourself away from his lips, you searched his face. His mouth pulled into a barely there smirk “That’s a start.”

“Who said I was finished?” And just like that, the last few strands of tension between you both snapped and you relaxed in his arms. You fisted your hands into the front of his blacks and pulled him back to you, his tongue slipped between your lips, curious and demanding. He was everywhere again, filling your nose with the scent of the standard cheap GAR soap but mixed with something earthy, something so distinctly Crosshair and you couldn’t get enough.

You could tell why the Jedi order frowned upon such activities, kissing Crosshair was intoxicating. You couldn’t think of anything else other than the handsome clone in front of you and just how much you wanted him in that moment.

His hands wandered lower and lower down you back until they rested comfortably on your backside, pulling you further up his lap. Feeling mischievous, you started trailing kisses along his jaw. Setting a teasing, languid pace as you mapped out the spots that made him squirm. Crosshair was never a man of many words, so you made it your mission to see just how vocal you could make him.

As your lips met his pulse point, he gave a loud exhale and you smirked in victory against his skin as you continued the onslaught on his senses. You definitely seemed to be doing something right as his hands found themselves in your hair, clutching slightly and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you. Even while trying to gain the upper hand in the situation, he always had some control over you. It was maddening in the best way, setting your veins alight with desire.

Determined to get another victory you traced your tongue against the base of the side of his neck and trailed it all the way up to the bottom of his ear, which you teasingly took into your mouth, teeth grazing the soft skin. A strangled moan escaped the clone and that was the moment where you knew you were hopelessly and utterly gone. Your mind filled with nothing other than wanting to be closer to Crosshair.

“Not very Jedi of you” he commented, slightly breathless when you finally stopped teasing him and came back up to meet his eyes. Looking down at where your bodies were pressed against one another, you chuckled.

“What exactly about this situation led you to believe I was ever a model Jedi?” You smirked, though it was only visible for a second before his mouth was back on yours, devouring you as his hands greedily roamed your body.

You continued making out like teenagers for most of the evening, taking the time to explore each other, enjoying the closeness. Contentment settled over your body, almost as if this was were you were meant to be. If Crosshair’s arms were where you belonged, well, you could think of worse places to be.

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