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ladybugout-au · 3 years

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Dear. GOD. After seeing Furious Fu, I would honestly love to see LBO!Marinette just chewing out Su-Han for all his canon-to-fic BULLSHIT. Like, I know you’ve already got a plan to incorporate Feast into LBO, which I’m super excited for, so this asshole showing up with all his nonsense after the new Team Miraculous is set, hell maybe even after they’ve already retrieved the Butterfly and the Peacock, and watching Marinette (and possibly Fu since he has the memories to stand up for himself) tear this dude a new one would really be the cherry on top of an already awesome fic. Sorry to rant in your inbox lol but the new episode just made me so. ANGRY.

In the lounge room of the Liberty, everyone jumped as they heard a noise from up above deck, as if something heavy had fallen or been dropped. Marinette briefly pulled away from Luka’s hold, staring up at the ceiling and wondering aloud, “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Juleka admitted, exchanging concerned looks with Rose.

“That definitely wasn’t Mom,” Luka noted with a tilt of his head.

Pounding footsteps followed, making it clear that a person had clearly gotten on the houseboat without the gangplank being there.

Nino jolted on alert, turning to Duusu with a hushed whisper. “Hide!”

“All of you,” Kagami began, standing up and looking around vaguely at every kwami. “get out of sight.”

The kwami, breaking out of their trance after the brief scare, scattered in every direction to find their own individual hiding places, some choosing to hide with their respective holder and others preferring to hide behind or inside objects. Ivan went into his usual protective mode, wrapping an arm around Mylene while she clung to him.

Marinette stood up, rushing over to the table and picking up the Miracle Box to stow it away. She looked around, then dashed for the microwave and stored the box inside.

She shut the door just in time for the intruder to descend from the staircase: an old man, dressed in Chinese garb and carrying a strange mystical-looking staff. He had a stern expression, his brows knitted together as he scanned the room like none of them were even there. He raised his staff, his gaze eventually locking on the microwave the Marinette was standing near.

Without a word, he pushed Marinette aside, earning an offended, “Excuse me—hey!” from her as he grabbed the microwave door and tugged it. When that did little more than jostle the microwave itself, he tried blindly tampering with the buttons to no avail.

Marinette slapped his wrist away, standing with all her pride as guardian as she asked, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

He glared at her in response. “Young lady, I demand you open your magical sealing chamber and return what’s rightfully mine!”

She blanked, the words catching her completely off-guard. This guy thought their microwave was a magical sealing chamber?

In response, Marinette gave a brief glance to the others, who were all looking back at her with equally puzzled expressions, any tension from before completely gone.

An unspoken question echoed throughout the room: Is he for real?

Before Marinette could ask any further, Tikki emerged from her hiding spot, flying over and explaining, “Marinette, I know who this is! This is great master Su-Han, the guardian of the Miracle Box!”

Marinette raised a brow skeptically. “But I’m the guardian?”

“He was responsible for the box before the incident that Master Fu caused,” she corrected.

Su-Han looked down at Marinette condescendingly. “So you are the current holder of the box.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed unapologetically. She gave a side-glance to Luka and the others, seeing that they were prepared to stand up and fight for her, but she gave a subtle gesture to let them know that it wasn’t necessary. Resolving to deal with Su-Han herself, she faced him again. “How did you find us?”

He held out his staff, the jewel on it mere centimeters from her face. “Guardian scepters are equipped with compasses that can find their Miracle Box at any given time.”

“In case you lose it?” Marinette blurted out, but didn’t apologize or try to take it back.

“Insolent!” Su-Han gasped. “You are not even a proper guardian. I can tell that this box hasn’t even been properly passed down to you!”

“Because Master Fu gave it to me,” she explained, “and we agreed that he should keep his memories.”

“Fu?” Su-Han echoed. “You mean Wang Fu? Chicken legs?”

Is this guy five? Marinette wondered.

Orikko popped out from their hiding place, waving a paw at Su-Han as if in warning. “I take offense to that!”

Su-Han glared at Orikko at the comment, and Orikko quickly ducked back down. Turning his attention back to Marinette, he continued, “Wang Fu is a student who wasn’t even able to fast for a day, nor do a thousand finger-pushups. He was never a rightful guardian, and he failed to fulfill the hope we’d seen in him.”

“Master Fu may have made mistakes, but he’s done his best to make up for all of them!” she argued. “He protected the box for over one hundred years and it’s because of his choices that our team was able to defeat Hawk Moth!”

“Team?” Su-Han asked, his face scrunching up as if he were piecing something together.

“Yes!”

Marinette gestured to her boyfriend and friends for emphasis. Luka, Ivan, Kagami, and Juleka stood while Rose and Nino pinched and stretched their shirts to show off their respective miraculouses.

“Children?” Su-Han gaped. Glaring at Marinette, as if she had personally given out the miraculouses herself, he declared, “Children are never meant to hold miraculouses, especially from the first and most powerful Miracle Box! Kwami are extremely powerful, cosmic creatures!”

A voice piped up from across the room. “Y-you say that, but—!”

Marinette and Su-Han turned to look at Nooroo, who had peeked out from behind Rose’s shoulder. He breathed up, seeming to gain some confidence, then floated out to the center of the room.

“They saved me and Duusu from the hands of evil! We would still be in Gabriel’s clutches if not for them!”

“What?” Su-Han asked. Just when Marinette thought they might be getting somewhere, he turned back to her and accused, “The peacock and butterfly were lost?!”

“Fu lost them when he was escaping the temple,” Marinette explained, a mixture between unphased and annoyed at the man’s outbursts, “but we got them back and everything’s okay now.”

Luka chimed in from his place near the couch, “Marinette has been an incredible leader, as both Ladybug and the guardian.”

She smiled at him in thanks, but Su-Han was clearly focused on anything but the positives.

“Ladybug? You’re even wearing a miraculous?! Guardians aren’t meant to hold miraculouses!” he said, throwing his arms out for effect.

“What—why?” she asked, genuinely confused.

Instead of answering her, Su-Han pulled out a book, shoving it pointedly towards her with the cover facing downwards in his palm. “Let me remind you of a few important rules you’ve violated.” He flipped through a few pages, then pointed at one of them. “Rule fourteen: Kwami must not live outside of the box.” He flipped through a few more. “Rule fifty-two: Guardians must never lose a miraculous. “He flipped to a page near the end. “Rule one hundred and thirty-three: Guardians must never, under any circumstances, wear a miraculous.”

“Master Fu wore a miraculous,” she argued, having never heard of any such rule from him.

“And that proves exactly what I’m talking about!” Su-Han retorted. “Neither you nor Fu are capable guardians because neither of you have respected the rules of the order!”

“...”

When Marinette initially imagined the Order of the Guardians and the people who ran it, this was not what she’d pictured. She had pictured zen and calm, not belligerent and immovable. She was reminded vaguely of her grandfather when she first met him, and that wasn’t a good thing.

She tossed another gaze at everyone, who gave her the same look and nod in response: let him have it.

“Young lady, I’ll repeat myself once,” Su-Han warned. “Return the Miracle Box and the miraculouses to me before--”

Marinette grabbed the book out of his hand, shut it with a satisfying “clap,” then set it back in his hand. “No.“

“What did you say?” he asked, aghast that she would speak to him that way.

“I said no.” Marinette advanced on him, the sheer force of her presence making him take a step back. “Now let me remind you about everything you must’ve missed this whole time.”

She raised a finger at him, raising additional fingers as she went on. “One: You intruded on my boyfriend’s house without any sort of permission. If you’d actually called out to us, we might’ve actually been willing to come out and listen to what you had to say. Two: You wouldn’t have even been able to be here in the first place if not for me using Miraculous Ladybug after our team took down Feast, which you weren’t able to do. Three: We aren’t children, we’re teenagers, and the fact that you can’t tell the difference or bother learning what technology is shows that I shouldn’t trust you with the Miracle Box even if you had a right to it. Four: You didn’t bother to listen and blamed me for losing miraculouses when it was you and your order who didn’t keep an eye on a poor boy who didn’t want to be there. Five, last but not least: I say the kwami are allowed out of the Miracle Box because I am the guardian. You and your order have been gone for over one hundred years and you can’t go making demands after I brought you back. You told me rules I didn’t even know about and didn’t explain why you have those rules in the first place. The kwami are my friends and they have feelings and I’m not going to shut them in a box because you told me to.”

Silence filled the room, no one saying a word and Su-Han’s face contorting between shock and outrage.

Marinette took a step back, standing at the ready and gesturing to herself. “So if you want the Miracle Box, you’re going to have to go through us first.”

She tossed a look at her team, all of them doing a synchronized, confrontational motion to face Su-Han.

“Tikki!”

“Plagg!”

“Wayzz!”

“Pollen!”

“Trixx!”

“Nooroo!”

“Duusu!”

They then shouted in unison, “Transform me!”

Several individual flashes meshed together, overtaking the room and then fading to leave several heroes behind, their weapons equipped for battle.

Su-Han looked amongst them, a flicker in his eyes that hinted that he knew he would be outmatched, but also wasn’t willing to admit it. He retreated a few steps back, hands out to show that he was prepared to defend himself.

It was at that moment that Ladybug heard and noticed movement from behind him, realization striking and a smile overtaking her face. Pulling back from her fighting pose, she placed a hand on her hip and stated confidently, “Captain Anarka will escort you out.”

He looked confused, and he was only able to let out a, “What—?” before a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

Su-Han wasn’t even able to turn around before he was pulled backward, a jewelry-adorned fist decking him in the face and sending him flying into the staircase. His scepter fell to the floor and he could only gape at the woman standing there, cracking her knuckles while he was sprawled out on the stairs with all air having been knocked out of him.

“A trespasser on my ship, eh?” Anarka asked, a grin on her face but her eyes glinting with malice. “I don’t take kindly to ship rats who threaten my crew and think they’re too good to walk the plank.”

Su-Han hurried to get up, only for Anarka to grab him by his shirt and haul him up the stairs, a rapid shuffling noise following as Ladybug went over and shut the door.

A few seconds passed and the atmosphere shifted to peace, everyone mutually releasing their transformations and relaxing. Marinette smiled reassuringly at everyone, letting them know that things were okay, but then jumped as she heard a resounding, “Marinette!”

The kwami all emerged from their hiding places, Marinette having no time to react as they all charged at her, their tiny bodies clinging affectionately to whatever they could grab of her.

“You’re amazing!”

“Thank you so much!”

“You stood up for us!”

“You’re the best guardian ever!”

Marinette gasped, finding it hard to move without disturbing any of them. Trying hard not to laugh, she protested, “Aha—hey! Stop, you’re all tickling me!”

She blushed, looking over at her teammates who were only staring at her with pride, which just made the pink on her cheeks turn red. “This is so embarrassing!”

Once the kwami had their fill of thanking her, they finally obeyed and flew away, each giving her smiles of approval. She covered her face with a hand, waiting for the shyness to die down, then noticed the guardian scepter out of the corner of her eye, still lying on the ground.

She approached, touching the scepter at first to make sure it was safe, then properly picking it up and letting it stand next to her. She tapped the gem on top, eyeing the compass that Su-Han had been talking to her about, then followed its direction back to the microwave. She walked over, opening it up, then took out the Miracle Box and held it in her free hand.

Looking back and forth between the two clearly ancient objects, she couldn’t help chuckling. “They don’t really suit me.”

Her friends giggled in response, Luka in particular shooting her a warm smile and approaching. One of his hands went to the scepter and the other went to rest on the Miracle Box.

“I think you make them work, actually,” he replied.

Marinette beamed at him, thoroughly warmed by the compliment. It didn’t feel like that long ago when her support was lacking and defeating Hawk Moth seemed like a pipe dream.

Now, holding the Miracle Box and scepter in her hands, she didn’t know why she’d ever doubted herself.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” Then, looking at the Su-Han-less room, she gave a shrug and walked back with Luka to the couch. “So, where were we?”

#((Technically spoilers for post-Hawk Moth stuff but nothing you guys don't already know.))#((For the record anon I'm still debating on doing ''Feast''))#((because it's a direct episode rewrite which LadyBugOut doesn't have so I'm nervous about it))#((I figured this might be a good start though.))#((I imagine Team Miraculous would have everything resolved by the time S4E6 hits))#((so hence the time jump.))#collab: LadyBugOut AU #canonicity: all #canonicity: canon compliant #writing: all #writing: canon compliant #writing: salt #character: marinette dupain cheng #group: team miraculous #salt: all #salt: other

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wangshuus · 4 years

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delicacy | diluc ragnvindr

pairing: yan!diluc ragnvindr/gn!reader

genre: psychological

cw: unhealthy relationship, mentions of forced marriage, ooc diluc (lol)

wc: 2.6k

summary: to diluc, you are a delicacy that he wishes to savour.

note: i’m sorry in advance my dear readers this is absolute dog water ajfhaiufhfui. this was just an experiment since i don’t think i’ve written a decent yandere ever and this kinda proves it but it’s ok i’ll get there one day. just take my ooc diluc. yes, i know i screwed up real bad on this one but let's just say i loosened a few screw for the sake of the plot,,,yeah,,,i’ll probably need to proof read this again too but its ok ahhhhh.

“It’s useless to keep tugging at those binds. You know they won’t come off unless I take them off myself. Now, be good and sit still.” You heard a familiar voice.

It was once a voice that you were delighted to hear but now the very mention of the owner sent a wave of striking cold upon your body, ironic considering who it was. You had no idea where you were, what day it was, or what time it was. You were completely clueless, being stuck in a dark room with nothing but a bed in which you’ve been bound by the headboard. The room was concerningly chilly, the air in the room being crisp, cold and suffocating. The figure in the room made their way to the edge of the bed next to sit next to you. You felt a gloved hand place itself upon your cheek. It was so warm you almost wanted to lean into it but you refused to find comfort in the touch of your detainer.

You were but a simple bartender, loyal to working at the famous Angel’s Share in Mondstadt. You previously resided in Springvale with your parents but moved to the city due to your job. Your family lived a happy little life, not drowning in riches but being comfortable enough to sustain a plausible living. In your head, you were so painfully boring; so here lies the question, how exactly did you get into this situation? Not even you knew the answer but one thing that you could make sense of in the whole ordeal was that the main that stood in front of you was mad.

Diluc Ragnvindr has many titles ranging from the renowned owner of the Dawn Winery to one of Mondstadt’s most esteemed bachelors. He claimed such a high and mighty reputation that no one would’ve guessed the devious intents hidden in the back of his head. Yes, you were a mere bartender that worked under him at his own tavern but ever since you were hired, he felt something stirring up within him. Now you see, Diluc wasn’t someone that you would find chasing after anyone in fact, he’s never chased after anyone at all until he met you. He was confused at first why he started feeling the way that he did when you were around, unfamiliar emotions began to bubble inside of him.

You were just so easy to talk to, so charming, so comforting, a breath of fresh air to him, truly. At first, he assumed it would be nothing but a short lived infatuation, expecting for his feeling to dissipate like a dying flame in a matter of time but this flame only burned bigger, brighter, and belligerent as the days passed. Diluc wasn’t exactly sure how his feelings came to be. Perhaps it was due to the loss, betrayal and tragedy that stained his past. Maybe it was his longing to be loved again, to hold someone close and never let go, or to have someone hold him and allow him to bask in the feeling of being lovingly embraced-- which was a feeling that became painfully foreign to him.

It had been so long since he found comfort in anything or anyone, becoming accustomed to being isolated, building up walls to keep everyone out and away. He had no one left to care for and presumably no one left to care for him, making the pyro wielder take on such an aloof personality. After his whole ordeal, he was never truly the same, so to see him look genuinely pleased by someone was such a shock to the public eye. Of course, you had come to enjoy Diluc’s presence as he stopped by the tavern fairly often to check up on the flow of business and you had the chance to talk to him during his visits. You had heard from others that the young man was awfully reserved and indifferent towards any subject matter but he was seemingly interested in any conversation between the two of you, even partaking in the act of idle-chit chat as a means to continue talking to you. Anything for you.

He was greatly enamoured by you; everything about you. He’s taken every second he could to observe you and your nature, falling in love with the little things about you from the way you brightened up the room with your cheerful demeanour, the way you gracefully made your way across the tavern during, the way your eyes twinkled when you were talking about him about something you loved--archons the way he wished for you to only look at him with those eyes full of an enthusiastic sparkle. He wanted that; and he wanted it all for himself. Once he realized this was the case, he went through a spiralling hole of madness. He found himself being obsessive with looking out for you, going above and beyond by following you in the shadows every chance he could get, his self control on his possessiveness running as thin as a strand of hair.

Diluc was scary to say the least. His ability to deceive people into thinking he was still the reserved yet distinguished gentleman while he was falling into a pit of insanity was nothing short of terrifying. He remained unsuspecting and planned to keep it that way, deeming himself capable of being able to resist his maniacal urges. All until one conversation between the two. You had mentioned that your family had begun to run into a few financial problems, becoming entangled in a circle of debt. You had concluded that though you loved what you were doing, it couldn’t have been enough to support your situation so you had conversed with Diluc about going to Liyue to find extra work. All you knew was that there was a high chance you couldn’t stay grounded at the tavern forever, even rejecting Diluc’s offer of a raise, deeming that you didn’t deserve it and did not wish to trouble him. You saw this as a good opportunity to explore beyond the land of the wind that you had ironically been grounded at your entire life.

Oh no no no, this couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t allow it to happen. And that’s when he snapped.

Diluc’s mind worked quickly as he devised a dubious plan to keep you grounded. He knew what you were like; he knew you would be stubborn and go. He saw that shine of determination in your eyes when you mentioned your plans of fleeing Mondstadt, the same shine that he wanted to capture and keep for himself and oh boy, he was gonna have it. The next time you saw him, he had personally invited you to a party that he said he was hosting. You found it quite surprising since it was a rarity for him to ever host a party considering his nature but you accepted nonetheless. You trusted Diluc enough and besides, who would deny an invitation from someone like him. Little did you know, this was quite possibly one of the worst decisions you’ve made in your entire life.

“Dear, you’re spacing out again.” He spoke, a foreign tone that sounded so sickly sweet to a point where you wanted to hurl.

“Please don’t address me as such. You’re twisted for doing this. What do you even want from me? Huh? I can’t offer you anything so this is nothing but a waste of time.” You spat at him, harshly pulling your cheek away from his grasp.

“Your presence alone is enough to satisfy me. Also, I’d appreciate it if you stopped acting disobedient before I really lose my patience. I’ve been so patient with you, do you know that? I’ve been waiting for ages to have you all to myself like this but…” He paused for a moment.

“I was far too nice and considerate of your freedom. To think I’d let you leave just like that is absurd. That’s exactly why you’re here. I’d like to apologize in advance for tricking you into thinking there was an actual party, especially since you got all dressed up for me tonight but I believe this is quite the positive thing because now I’m the only one that gets to see you like this” He said as he gently lifted up a piece of fabric from your clothing.

“You wore the clothing I had custom made for you. I knew you would look ravishing in it. You’re my pretty little doll, aren’t you dear?” He said as he brought a piece up to his lips as they gently graced the smooth satin of your outfit.

A strange package had made its way to your doorstep days before this treacherous evening. When opening it up, it was revealed to be a black and red outfit made of what felt like to be the finest fabrics and silk you’ve ever seen. The first time you tried it on, you felt ecstatic with being gifted to you, blushing to yourself over the fact that Diluc had gone out of his way to get you something this stunning. Now, you wanted nothing more than to rip the thing off your body and run away from the damned place you were held captive but you knew it was no use at this point. Your body shivered at the coldness of the room as it felt like the sheer cold was steadily increasing.

“You’re shivering. You’re cold aren’t you?” Diluc said, having the audacity to chuckle at your pathetic state. You stayed quiet, not wanting to admit or give into anything.

“No response? Oh well, it’ll only be a matter of time until the possibility of freezing to death becomes exceptionally high. I’d rather not have that happen so I’ll do you a favour since you happen to be a little shy isn’t that right? You don’t need to be shy with me. Come here.” He says as he draws closer to you. Your chains rattled while you attempted to put as much distance as you could between you two but it was no use. He swiftly wrapped his arms around you, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other at the back of your head, pulling you into the crook of his neck. Your hands pushed against his chest in a poor attempt to put as much distance between you and him but in the end, you couldn't bring yourself to. The coldness of the room significantly weakened you although it ceased when he held you, his body warmth being enough for him and yourself as well. You cursed the pyro wielder and his antics. He knew that you’d be freezing, seeing this as the perfect opportunity to get closer to you. Your arms fell back on to you sides

“There you go, all relaxed now. See, nice and warm.” He cooed while stroking the back of your head lovingly. Although you were physically warm now, you still felt a shiver run down your spine at the touch of the pyro user.

“You’re sensitive to touch, how cute.” He stated before pulling away to look you in the eyes, the edges of his lips slightly upturned.

“On another note, I have some news to share with you.” He spoke out. Your eyebrows furrowed at the mention of more news, thinking there is no possible way that anything could get any worse; unfortunately, you were dead wrong.

“You see, I had the chance to speak with your parents the other day in regards to your financial situation. I explained to them that I was more than willing to help them but they became quite stubborn after I introduced my offer. I see where you get your stubbornness from now.” He sighed.

Your eyes widened, fear, anger and concern mixing in your (e/c) orbs.

“Diluc, I swear to the archons what did you--.” He brought a finger up to your lips to hush you from your growing concern.

“Hush now, there’s no need to get riled up, I’m not finished. Now quiet down and listen to me.” He stated.

“It was quite a simple offer I gave them, really. I would be a financial aid all in exchange for your hand in marriage. They started to get all defensive, claiming that they’d never marry off their child. They were oh so protective over you, but they could never come close to comparing to me.”

Dread and horror filled your eyes as you were rendered speechless, waves of unpleasant emotions washing over you like a tidal wave.

“You see, it definitely took a lot of work to get where we are now, but you need not to worry, dear. They will not be of any concern to us anymore.” He said as a smile graced his features. You would’ve considered him to be handsome in the moment but the smile he held was so deranged that it was appalling.

Tears welled up in your eyes, too afraid to even ask what happened to them or what became of them. You knew the situation; you knew the power that Diluc held. He was well aware of his looming power of you and he used it and abused it. It didn’t take very long for your tears to start streaming from your eyes as you began to sob, tears spilling onto your lap. Diluc cupped your face as he brushed away the oncoming tears that continued to overflow.

“Shhh, don’t cry my dear, this news is excellent. I couldn't even fathom you getting hurt or even leaving me but I don’t have to worry now do I? Because you’re going to be all mine.” He said before forcibly kissing your tear-stained cheeks.

You felt absolutely disgusting and embarrassed over the lips that graced your skin, having someone as unhinged and deranged as him seeing you in such a vulnerable and helpless state.

“You know, I’ve had my fair share of people both leave and betray me.They’ve left me alone in this world but none of it matters now that I have you here. You’re the most divine person I’ve come across. So lovely, so warm, and so bright, like the rays of sunlight. I want to bask in your presence and now, I can for however long I’d like. I refuse to lose anyone else, especially not you and now this time, I know I won’t. If your freedom has to be sacrificed in order for you to stay alive, so be it. I’ll choose you the finest white attire for our special day. You’ll be me precious darling for the rest of your days. Doesn’t that sound lovely, dear?” You remained unresponsive.

One of his hands slipped past the fabric of your clothing as his gloved fingertips lightly pressed onto the bare small of your back, earning a yelp from you.

“I said doesn’t that sound lovely? Respond when spoken to. I want to hear your voice.” He said sternly. You managed to mumble out a small yes in return.

“That’s my good little darling.” He spoke before before he pulled you in for a kiss. You refused to return the action and it certainly didn’t go over his head. The hand that rested on the small of your back began to get hotter, feeling as if it was searing your skin, earning a shriek and a cry from you, allowing him to deepen his passion filled kiss, smirking at the way you’ve decided to submit yourself to him while his own lips remained locked with your own.

The land of Mondstadt was said to be the land of freedom and yet here you were, your fate bound and chained by the insanity disguised as love by Diluc Ragnvindr. You were a delicacy to him, and he’d be sure to savour every last bit of you.

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junowat · 6 years

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Astrology for Dummies

*anon I hope you don't mind, I took your title lol

Houses within Astrology

Placidus House System is its name and modern Western Astrology is its game *air horn x3*

To begin here is a little cheat sheet about Houses/Signs/Planets/Modes (Cardinal, Fixed, Mutable) rulings:

(House is ruled by sign ->Sign rules Planet -> Mode is temperament of the sign)

1st: Aries-Mars-C 5th: Leo-Sun-F 9th: Sagittarius-Jupiter-M

2nd: Taurus- Venus-F 6th: Virgo-Mercury-M 10th:Capricorn- Saturn-C

3rd: Gemini-Mercury-M 7th: Libra- Venus-C 11th: Aquarius- Uranus-F

4th: Cancer- Moon-C 8th:Scorpio- Pluto-F 12th: Pisces- Neptune-M

Cool lil’ thing to note: It’s ordered by element and mode!

~Fire->Earth->Air->Water & Cardinal ->Fixed ->Mutable then repeat

Now each house should have its own post written about it (*wink-wink* #futurepost lol) but I will broadly explain the topic and importance of the houses.

What do the Houses mean?

Well, the house is the manifestation of the planet/signs energy. This is saying that whatever sign is ruling that house, that area of your life will be expressed with that energy.

These are the house’s and what areas they control:

1st house (Ascendant/AC/rising): How you express yourself to the world, how you react to new and spontaneous things, your self-esteem, your identity, how you relate yourself and to the world around you.

2nd house: What you value, finances, home life (materialistically speaking), possessions, what kind of life/stability you strive for

3rd house: How you communicate, how you learn, school life, friends and peers, “short-distance” (Your familiar environment), how you think, how you express yourself verbally, relationship with siblings.

4th house (IC/ Imum Coeli): Your childhood, how you were raised, relationship with your mother, your history, instincts, privacy, the foundation of you.

5th house: Creativity, self-expression, what you're attracted to, relationship and view on children, romance, lighthearted emotions, drama, passions.

6th house: Your daily life, your physical health, your job, exercise and diet preference, services you provide, organization (or lack thereof), routine.

7th house (Descendant): What you dislike in the world, what opposes you, who you desire, you’re personal/individual relationships, partnerships, overall interactions with people. Open enemies (those you don't get along with publicly)

8th house: Transformation of your beliefs, your thoughts, your actions, and overall yourself in general. Birth, death, bonds, merged energies, mysteries of life and our purpose. Supernatural, occult, taboos, morals, shared finances. How you can better yourself. What your private about.

9th House: Higher mind, new experiences, travel, adventures, “long distance” (unfamiliar territory) expansion of the mind, foreign relations, cultural awakening, higher power, spirituality, belief system.

10th House (Midheaven): Career, life goals, your success, who you strive to become, public image, how you express yourself through work, responsibilities, achievements, boundaries, relationship with father/authority.

11th house: Friendships, your peers, technology, rebellion, volunteer work or humanitarian views, networking, social media, the type of friends you make.

12th house: Subconscious, the unknown, your past life, intuition, endings, suppression, loose ends, completing life's mission. Secret enemies (those who you believe couldn't hurt you but do), hidden agendas, imagination, mental health.

Interpreting the houses

There are multiple ways to interpret a house here are a few examples:

House and planet relationship: What planets are in that house (or if its an empty house) and how does it affect the energy? Ex. Mars in 1st house is going to be a more aggressive and an abrupt person than someone with Venus in 1st who will be amiable and pleasing outwardly. If no planet, this person will find they identify and relate to others through qualities of the sign that rules that house.

House and sign relationship: Gemini in 8th, will be more interested in thought-provoking subjects and diving deeper into the knowledge and understanding of the world that will often change their thoughts and opinions. Willing to work with others. Mentally strong. vs an Aries in 8th will be more impulsive with their transformations and will be stubborn on doing it themselves. Independent, they will believe they know how to handle finances and instantly know about a subject without experience.

House Rulers: This is more for advanced astrologers as it can get complicated or confusing; this is the ruler of the house that the same ruler's planet resides in. So if you have Capricorn in 1st but Saturn in 8th, you would say Ruler of 1st house in the 8th house. This shows and gives a realistic more outlook of the house's relationship with the native because it flows and connects itself to others. Despite Aries being the OG ruler of the first, if in your natal 1st house is Capricorn, that to you will be your first and since Saturn is ruled by Capricorn, whatever house that planet is in, will also carry Capricorn influence.

It is important to look at three views because it gives a more detailed picture of a personality.

How is the house system created?

You know how it’a little creepy when it asks for a birth time, well it's because that's how your personal house system will be set up :) Just like the planets move through the signs at different rates and the degree it’s at, in that moment. Same goes for your house system, but every minute counts because it cycles through a sign every 2 hours (that means it moves 1 degree every 4 minutes!!!) and by the end of 24 hours, it has gone through every sign. This is imperative to what determines your ascendant or rising sign as well as your chart as a whole.

Why else is it important?

This not only gives you the manifestation of energy in your life, but it also sets up your Angular houses which are vital to a personal portrait! Above you’ll notice the italics next to the houses, that is the Angular houses which help define who you are, this is Your Ascendant, Midheaven, IC, and Descendant sign. These are the major angles in a chart and are similar to major points but more personable! The angular house is the group of houses that you take action in and are associated with the Cardinal Mode.

Types of Houses:

Angular House: Ruled by Cardinal Signs; these are the houses that help define who you are, who you were, what challenges you, and who you become. Known as the action houses

Succedent House: Ruled by Fixed Signs; these are the houses in which you find what stabilizes you, what comforts you, what you take pride in, and what excites you. Known as the security houses.

Cadent Houses: Ruled by Mutable signs; these are the houses that show how you communicate, how you listen, how you grow, and how you overcome. Known as the learning houses.

Nitty Gritty:

Intercepted Signs in the House System:

When a house has a wide enough angle to it, it is possible for it to skip a sign! This sign does not have a cusp of a house and lives within the preceding sign( it will be the same for its opposite counterpart ex if Virgo is intercepted so is Pisces ) If you have planets within an intercepted sign and it is in the intercepted sign, fear not you will still feel the effects of the planet. However what intercepted signs/planets within a house does, is it suppresses that type of energy and therefore the energy of both the sign and planet will be weakened and will be a challenge for the native to overcome/harness in their lifetime.

Duplicated signs:

This is in result to an intercepted sign, when there is a sign that rules two houses, that means there is an overwhelmingly amount of energy within that sign and it distributes itself into two areas of the native's life or two houses. Instead of having a challenge in understanding or learning this energy, it will generally come naturally.

Example Chart: (lol this is an ex’s chart)

There is so much more but this is the most important and basic info you'll need to understand the houses and its importance.

I personally believe the house system is the biggest piece (and aspects) in understanding others because only knowing the sign and planet won't help you find any answers that will be direct to that person, only vague and broad overviews.

I encourage you to play around with your chart and try to see where the energy in your life is manifested!

As always, feel free to reach out for any questions you have :)

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Words of Lust 25/27 [Mulder and Scully are a little too loyal when it comes to defending each other.] Haha, I’m reposting my older fics here in order, so I apologize for how many “coming to each other’s defense” fics in a row there have been, but I have a feeling you all aren’t mad. Lol eitherway,

Yours : (pronoun) that which belongs to you.

Scully was late. Not by five minutes, not by half an hour, Dana Katherine Scully was running almost two hours late. He had gone from preparing witty remarks to outright worrying when the first hour passed. He had tried calling her cell phone, only to go to voicemail, and when he tried calling her landline, he got the answering machine. The same results happened when he called the second time, and the third. Even though it was unlikely, maybe she took a day off and he just forgot. Yeah right.

He figured if she decided not to come in today, she would have at least called Skinner. He knew the man wouldn’t go against Scully’s wishes if she hadn’t wanted him to know, but the whole situation was just odd and he was willing to try anything. This was just so out of character for her. The phone rang for a second until Skinner’s assistant picked up, “Office of A.D Skinner, how may I help you?”

“Hey Arlene, this is Fox Mulder. Is Skinner available? I just need to ask him something,” he asked, checking his watch for the hundredth time.

“I’m afraid Skinner’s in a disciplinary meeting. May I take a message?”

Mulder sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “No, no, I was just trying to find Scully, tha-” he was cut off as soon as the name left his mouth.

“Oh, um,” she hesitated, continuing in a hushed voice, “Scully’s in the disciplinary meeting too.”

His eyes shot up in surprise. It’s not like Scully hadn’t been in disciplinary meetings before, but usually he was always the one being disciplined. Did he do something wrong recently and they were talking about it? No- Scully would have given him a heads up. “What’s the disciplinary meeting about?”

“It’s about the incident that happened this morning,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Incident?” he repeated.

Arlene’s quick responses came to a halt and the phone went silent for a moment, “...you don’t know?”

“Know what?” he pried. He was a heavy mix of confused and nervous.

“Ummm. Oh, no, Mulder? Are you there? Oh no, bad connection,” she rambled before hanging up. Mulder sat there and listened to the dial tone as he contemplated his next move. If history repeats itself, she was likely getting reamed out because of him, so it only made sense that he should be allowed to barge in on whatever meeting they were having.

He grabbed his jacket and jogged to the elevator, eager to find out what this incident was. During the whole journey from the basement to Skinner’s office, he felt more eyes on him than he was used to. Being gawked at and talked about was second nature to him, but it was like people had given up even trying to hide it. When he was a few feet away from Skinner’s door, he saw a group of men actually gesturing to him and laughing. Having enough, he walked up to them and deadpanned, “Is something funny?”

All the men jokingly put their hands up in mock defense, “Oh, nothing Spooky. We didn’t mean to offend you. Please don’t sic your bitch on us.”

Mulder had no idea what they were implying, but, if he had to guess, the ‘bitch’ they were referring to was Scully. “Excuse me?” he seethed.

“Hey, we just don't want to end up like Agent Thomas.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mulder spat.

As one of the men opened their mouth to speak, the door to Skinner’s office burst open and Scully came rushing out. “Hey Mrs. Spooky, your boyfriend’s here to collect you,” one of the men taunted, earning some high fives from the other. Mulder advanced on them, ready to pick a fight when Skinner interrupted.

“That’s enough!” he shouted. “As far as I’m aware all of you are being paid to do your job, which sure as hell doesn’t entail loitering in the hallway outside my office.” The men scattered while Mulder jogged down the hall to catch up with Scully.

“Hey, is everything okay?” he reached out to touch her shoulder, but she shrugged off his hand as soon as it touched her without even turning around, raising her hand to signal him to stop.

“Mulder, I’m sorry. Not now,” she sighed in exasperation, continuing to rush down the hallway. Mulder just stopped in his tracks, unsure what to do. He couldn’t tell if he was being kept in the dark, responsible for something, or a mixture of all three.

He ran a hand over the back of his neck when he heard Skinner’s voice call out to him, “Mulder, I want to see you in my office now.” Jesus Christ this was a hell of a day and he still had no idea what was going on.

He walked back down the hall into Skinner’s waiting room, ignoring Arlene’s prying gaze. As he was about to enter Skinner’s office, he almost ran right into the man coming out. He stopped and took in the man’s appearance. He recognized Agent Thomas, but he had an already forming black eye and a wicked nosebleed, it honestly might be broken from the look of it.

Did Scully do this? Scully wasn’t the type to lash out at people, so Mulder started thinking of all the reasons she might have done this. Every possible scenario resulted in this man hurting her in some way and her lashing out in self-defense. Scully was as non-violent as they came, she was only violent under stress. Mulder’s blood started to boil at the thought. He took a step forward, invading Thomas’ personal space to growl in a low voice, “What did you do to her?”

“I didn’t do anything to that bitch! Look at my face,” he yelled. I swear to god, the next person to call her a bitch is getting hit.

“You probably deserved it,” Mulder replied.

“Is everyone in this building on an adrenaline rush today? Agent Thomas, get the hell out. Agent Mulder, come in and shut the door.” Skinner’s voice balked out from in the room.

The men exchanged glares, but did as asked. When the door shut, Mulder stalked over to Skinner’s desk and plopped into a chair. “Can you tell me what the hell’s going on?”

He noticed in this moment just how stressed out Skinner was. He let out a slow breath and ran his hands down his face, as if trying to wipe the exhaustion off. “Before you start, I just want you to know I didn’t want to do this, but there’s irrefutable evidence and it would look like favoritism if I didn’t follow through.” Mulder already didn’t like where this was going and beckoned for him to continue. “Agent Scully’s been suspended for two days as a disciplinary punishment.”

Mulder felt his jaw drop to the floor. Scully, Miss by-the-book, suspended? “W-was it because she apparently punched that guy? Knowing Scully, he would have had it coming,” he proclaimed in shock.

“He did deserve it, but it doesn’t change the fact that Scully punched a non-threatening, fellow agent,” Skinner replied. Mulder could tell Skinner was not enjoying this at all. He’s always had a soft spot for her which is why Mulder was so confused by all this.

“Non-threatening? Why, because he said so and Scully didn’t have any battle wounds? His face is your irrefutable evidence? You know as well as I do, Scully hides any weakness. What if that guy was harassing her? He’s twice her size, what if he was pinning her or cornering her against a wall? She’s a female in a male dominated field, she wouldn’t want that to get out. People would jus-” he was going to continue but Skinner started waving her hands.

“Mulder, I appreciate this and agree with you, but that’s not my evidence. We have her attacking him on tape. He was standing two feet away from her,” Skinner sighed.

“That still doesn’t mean anything. He could have been threatening her.”

“There’s audio to the footage. He wasn’t threatening her.” Skinner was clearly uncomfortable with where the conversation was headed, and Mulder’s confusion was just continuing to grow.

“Well then, what was so bad that she lashed out. You know, Scully’s not like that. It had to have been bad.” He watched Skinner roll his chair to adjust the VCR.

“That’s actually why I called you in,” he said over his shoulder. “I would have just called to tell you if I just suspended her. It’s not my place to explain agent’s disciplinary punishments to their partners, regardless of how close they are,” The last part was said with the same suggestive intonation that their partnership always seemed to warrant. “This situation just so happened to involve you, and I know you’d find out eventually.” Skinner pressed play before Mulder could ask any more questions and Mulder’s eyes were drawn to the black and white security footage.

The footage was from a second floor hallway, where Scully’s actual, completely ignored, office was. She mentioned yesterday evening that she had a pencil sharpener in there that she could bring down since he broke theirs. She was getting out her keys when a voice called out, “Hey, Mrs. Spooky!” Even from the footage, Scully’s eye roll was visible as she turned to look at Agent Thomas, who was walking down the hall with a bunch of other agents, some of which were the loiterers from before.

“Agent Scully or Doctor Scully, those are your two options, Agent Thomas,” she snapped. God, he was happy she never used that tone on him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. So, why do we get the honor of your presence this morning? Did Mulder let you off your leash?” Mulder felt the veins in his forehead pop out a bit from the man’s condescending tone.

“Excuse me?” she seethed, forgetting about unlocking her door to fully engage with him.

“Oh come on, you both are attached at the hip, and I’m sure more places than that,” he laughed crudely, amusing all but one of the people around him.

“We’re partners, and I don’t appreciate your lewdness.” Her lips were pursed and her eyes were narrowed, Mulder knew that was a bad sign, but apparently the men on the tape were too stupid to pick up on the signal.

“That’s a lot of dedication between partners, if ya know what I mean,” he egged on.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“I lost my puppy when I was twelve, I think maybe Chupacabra ate him. Do you wanna waste your life trying to help me track him down?” Mulder’s stomach plummeted at the implications of the man’s words. He didn’t know if it was a coincidence, or if he was referencing Samantha. He saw Skinner shift in his seat and glance at Mulder as Scully had the same thought.

“I’m not going to talk to you if you’re going to be disrespectful, to me or Agent Mulder,” Scully threatened. On the video, you could clearly see Scully clenching her fists at her sides. Being the man wasn’t hit yet, he knew it must get worse.

“I’m just concerned for your safety, you’re just such a pretty little thing,” he defended with mock sincerity as his eyes roamed her body.

“I don’t need your concern.” In all seven years of working with Scully, she had never sounded so done with him as she did to Agent Thomas right now.

“I wouldn’t be so sure. He only kept his sister safe for what, eight years? You’re going to be approaching that soon won’t you? After all, how many months in total do you think you’ve been missing since st-” Scully just took a few steps forward and, naive to her ferocity, the men didn’t perceive her as a threat. Not even when she cocked her fist back and punched him hard in the face. Mulder didn’t need to question if his nose was broken anymore, the crack was audible on the tape.

It didn’t stop there, Scully angled her head up as he held a hand to his nose and she growled, “If I ever hear you mention his sister, or if I ever hear you talk about him like that again, you will regret it.” Never in his entire life had Mulder seen Scully as feral as in this clip. While he was embarrassed at the man’s words, he was overwhelmed by her fierce demonstration of loyalty.

“You fucking bitch,” the man cried. He let go of his nose for one second to strike her across the collarbone, the impact sending her body crashing into the wall. Mulder’s blood was racing at the sight, afraid of how far this was going to go, but the footage showed passerbys intervening immediately.

Skinner stopped the tape and swiveled his chair back to Mulder, anticipating a loud reaction. “Sir, he was obviously badgering her!”

“It bothers me, Mulder. Don’t think it doesn’t, but I can’t let her off simply because I like her. I could get in serious trouble. Look, he was being antagonizing, but she was the one who instigated violence, she also threatened him, and caused real physical damage. He wanted something worse, but I reamed him out and she got off with two days suspension with pay. I’m going to keep it off her record, it’s more for show. In actuality, it’s just a forced vacation in disguise,” Skinner explained.

Mulder nodded, accepting what was being said even if it still bothered him. “What about him? He shoved her against the wall.”

“Three days without pay and I told him he’d be severely reprimanded if he continued to speak derogatorily about his peers. Apparently, a few of them were messing around with the I.T. guys and were going through agent files, yours was one of the ones opened. That’s why he knew-that’s why he was so detailed. I just didn’t want you to think-” he started rambling. Mulder had always respected Skinner, but this was just solidifying it. He always had their backs and he was always looking out for them.

Mulder interrupted him as he struggled to find footing on sensitive ground. “Thank you, sir. I really appreciate all you did.”

Skinner nodded at his words, replying softly, “Don’t mention it.” He snapped back into his professional persona as quickly as he had fallen out of it, speaking back at a loud volume, “I’m serious, don’t mention it. This day was a headache to say the least. The sooner I can forget it, the better.”

Mulder smiled appreciatively and got up from his chair. As his hand reached the knob he turned back around, “Sir?” Skinner looked up in acknowledgement, “How did Scully take all this?” The memory of her apologizing and dismissing him came back, and his worry along with it.

“She seemed upset. Not at the punishment, that she accepted like the professional she is. I honestly think she was upset that this was being made such a big deal and that there wouldn’t be a way to hide it from you.” Skinner replied as he sorted through files on his desk.

Mulder nodded and left the room without another word. Initially he assumed it was because Scully was embarrassed she lost her temper, but it quickly dawned on him that she was probably upset that he’d end up hearing and believing Agent Thomas’ words.

Speak of the devil.

As Mulder left the office area, he ran into the man in question. “Then out of nowhere, the bitch went hysterical-” Mulder didn’t hear the rest. He didn’t need to. He closed the distance between them, extending his hand back at the same time before landing a solid punch to Agent Thomas’ face, landing on, what used to be, his good side. He wasn’t lying about punching the next person to call her a bitch.

Instead of the loud jeers and aggression he was expecting, everyone was dead silent, except for the resonance of the impact and the dips of blood falling on the floor. The stillness made Skinner’s voice behind him all the more alarming. “Agent Mulder, my office now. ”

He followed behind without any regrets dampening his stride, the sounds of disgruntled men not nearly as loud as his powerful footsteps hitting the linoleum. He closed the door he had opened not only two minutes ago and attempted a joke, “Well, I didn’t mention it, per se.”

Skinner looked at him, slight amusement hiding behind the mask of authority. “Two days suspension, with pay, but don’t think you both can go around punching people and get a vacation out of it. This is a one time situation, you picked the right person to punch and you needed the vacation time anyway. Honestly you cleared up my schedule this week, I was going to have to meet with you both about your expiring vacation time and I needed to reprimand him for his behavior.” Mulder just stood in shock at the light slap on the wrist he just got which prompted Skinner to continue. “Enjoy yourself, both of you deserve to have time off. Do whatever it is that you guys do together and come back with the boxing gloves off.”

When Skinner mentioned them spending time together, he had that same suggestive tone in his voice everyone got when they mentioned Scully and his relationship; prompting a reaction to a question with an unsatisfying answer. Mulder chose to pretend like he didn’t hear it, and just appreciated the man’s kindness. “Thank you, seriously.”

Skinner half smirked at him before muttering, “Get out of here. I mean it this time, I don’t wanna see you for the next two days.”

Taking his advice, Mulder left, grabbed some files out of the office, and drive home. It took him longer than normal though because he was constantly debating on whether or not to go to Scully’s. He assumed she was probably there, but with every idea he had that prompted him to go, there was another that directed him back home. He was afraid that she was upset she, yet again, put her career on the line for him, but he knew she’d tell him she was responsible for her own choices and not to think about it like that. He was worried she was mad at herself and would be mad at him by association, she was rarely mad at him so it made him uncomfortable when she was. He didn’t know what to do, so he just pulled up to his apartment after driving in the rain for a few hours.

He decided he’d give her a few more hours of peace before calling her, so he went to the bathroom, changed into a t-shirt and running shorts, and sat down on the couch to watch some TV. The bright red lights below it flashed 5:45pm, about the time he got home on a normal work day, he noted with slight dejection. This two day suspension really took away from the only time he actually got to spend with Scully.

As soon as he reached for the remote, a hurried knock rapt on his door. He stood up and walked over, only to see a tuft of red peeking through the peephole. He opened the door and was met with a soaking wet Scully in her exercise clothes. She looked as surprised to see him as he must have to her. “Oh, I didn’t know if you’d be home yet.”

He quickly ushered her inside and ran to the bathroom to get towels while calling out to her, “Scully, you’re drenched, did you walk here?”

He bounded down the hallway to see her still standing where he left her, looking like a drowned rat, a cute drowned rat, but a drowned rat nonetheless. There was a small puddle growing around her feet and droplets were falling from the ends of her hair. “No, I was going for a run to clear my mind and I wanted to swing by.” She didn’t say anything as he unfolded the towel and wrapped it around her, engulfing her in the worn terrycloth. He rubbed down her arms and her hair through the towel as she just stood there. Her face was set in determination and Mulder was curious what she was stewing about.

“What were you trying to clear it of?” he asked, as he moved to the kitchen to make them some coffee, happy when he heard her feet padding behind him.

“Did Skinner tell you why I wasn’t at the office today?” she asked.

“Yeah, he showed me,” he replied, letting the coffee maker brew behind him.

She put her head in her hands before looking back up at him with a flustered, contrite expression, one he’d never seen her wear before, “Mulder, I am so sorry.”

He exhaled a laugh with no humor behind it and asked, “W-why? Scully, you have no reason to-”

“Yes, Mulder I do. I feel like I embarrassed you,” she interrupted. Her voice quivered a little bit and he realized she was genuinely upset by this.

“I don’t understand how you could even think that,” he reassured, moving a bit closer to her.

“I shouldn’t have reacted that way. Now everyone’s talking about it and I know you’re private as far as that information is concerned and now I’m afraid I’ve caused you more harm than good. I just got so angry when I heard them talking about you like that, about stuff they know nothing about. I just spend so much time with you that it irritates me to hear people question how great of an agent you are, and-” he cut her off by cupping her face in his hands and making her take a second to look at him and breathe.

When he could tell she was focused on him, he spoke slowly, “Scully, what you did for me today was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. I’m not being hyperbolic either. No one has ever stood up for me like that. Please don’t beat yourself up over something that meant the world to me,” he implored.

She smiled lightly, seeming to accept his words as she looked away, darting her eyes to the coffee that was ready as a way to break the air of pleasant tension they always seemed to unintentionally create and avoid with much-too practiced ease. He took the queue and let her go, moving to pour their cups. It dawned on him that he hadn’t yet told her about his suspension, and he decided he might as well confess along with her. “It’s actually funny, I was thinking of calling you to apologize because I was afraid I had embarrassed you,” he laughed as he passed the mug to her.

“Why?” she repeated with her eyebrow cocked.

“I took a note from your book on how to handle those that talk ill of my partner.”

She paused a moment, just staring at him and deciphering his meaning. He didn’t miss the upward quirk of her lip before she asked, “Who did you hit?”

“Agent Thomas,” he replied as she took a drink from her mug.

Her eyes widened and she let out a surprised laugh, “Agent Thomas? What did he say now?”

“I think he was retelling the story of what you did.”

She blushed a bit at the reminder of her actions, but didn’t reveal anything beyond that. “You think?”

He chuckled shyly as he watched her rub the towel over her head again to try and dry her hair more. “Well, I didn’t really hear anything beyond him calling you a bitch.”

An incredulous laugh escaped her lip as she exclaimed, “You hit him just because he called me a bitch?”

“Of course I did,” he shrugged.

“Mulder, if you punched everyone at that building who’s called me a bitch, your fist would break,” she explained with slight self-deprecation.

“I know a good doctor,” he quipped with a wink, pleased with the smile it elicited.

She rolled her eyes playfully and moved to sit down on the couch, placing her towel under her. He followed her and sat next to her, taking in her damp form. As of late, she’d hung out over at his place more than just occasionally. He now got to see her in more than just business casual clothes or a rare pyjama, he finally was getting to see what leisure-Scully looked like. However, this was the first time he’d ever seen something like this. She obviously had been going on a run and was wearing her exercise clothes which consisted of running tights and a tight tank top. He didn’t mean to stare, but from the two pebbles on her chest, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her face was slightly flushed from her excursion and the remaining wetness of her hair would drip onto her skin and trail down until they disappeared into the valley of her chest. She looked gorgeous.

He was happy that she could just come into his apartment nowadays and act like she was at home. She even kept some food at his place for when they had movie marathons because she claimed he ate ‘nothing but junk.’ They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before she set down her mug to softly say, “Thank you, Mulder. I really appreciate you defending me. It’s-sweet, and I’ve never really had someone do that for me before.”

Mulder looked over at her and noticed she looked almost shy. They were so close on the couch that he was able to nudge her with his elbow to make her look at him. “I’m the one who should be thanking you. Defending my honor and my sister in the middle of the Hoover Building, punching a man twice your size, and then threatening him. Gotta say, it was as moving as it was hot.” He mentally slapped himself for not being able to have a serious moment without throwing in a flippant comment or joke, but she smiled at him and then it didn’t matter anymore

“What can I say? I guess I’m a little territorial,” she laughed. He loved the idea that she was as territorial and protective of him as he was her. He took a chance and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in a side hug and pressing a kiss to her temple. He pulled his head back and turned it, only to feel her press a kiss to his cheek.

He turned to look at her and saw nervous excitement and anxiety in her eyes. Neither of them had really pulled back and, looking face to face, they were only a few inches apart. His arm was still around her and their sides were flush. Her eyes kept boring into his, as if silently asking if this was going to be the night they went farther as he sat there thinking the same thing. He caught her eyes flitting down to his lips, and she unconsciously licked her bottom lip. His heart was hammering in his chest, but he figured it was inevitable at this point.

He leaned closer, gaining confidence when he felt her moving closer to him as well, and he pressed his mouth to hers. The sensations of actually having Scully kiss him were indescribable. He always knew it would be great, but he should have suspected Scully would be as efficient at this as she was in every other aspect of her life. To say she was a good kisser didn’t do it justice. Scully bared her soul with her lips. She was so passionate and loving. Her lips were tender and soft under his own.

Their tongues ran over each others like two friends meeting up after years apart. One hand entangled in her wet hair and the other wrapped around her waist in an attempt to pull her closer to him. Scully, as always, helped him more than he could have hoped for, and she swung one leg over him so she was straddling him.

In his wildest dreams, he never would have expected to have Scully sitting on his lap straddling him. He also never would have anticipated the subtle way she knew how to kill him with a movement of her hips. God, there's nothing this woman couldn’t do. He ran his hands up her back and he couldn’t help but smile, inevitably breaking the kiss. “What?” she panted through kiss-swollen lips. Her dilated eyes looking at him with curiosity.

“You’re still soaking wet,” he panted back, moving his hands to her hips and doing an appreciative sweep of her torso with his eyes.

Then Scully shocked him for what felt like the fiftieth time today. A seductive smile graced her lips and she purred, “You have no idea,” and leaned her crotch so it was flush on his erection. He groaned as his head lolled back in pleasure. He could feel how hot she was through her pants and it was painfully arousing.

She utilized the moment to reach down to grab the hem of his shirt, humorously imprinted with the wet silhouette of her body, yanking it over his head. He quickly helped her, discarding the shirt to someplace that didn’t matter to him at this moment because all he could focus on was Scully ripping off her own shirt. Her areolas were a beautiful pink color and her nipples were standing at attention, like he had noticed earlier. She was still looking at him from her perch with wanton desire, but shy insecurity was threatening to peak through.

He quickly dispelled her worries by telling her the same sentence that ran through his mind and dreams on a daily basis, “You are so breathtakingly beautiful.” She smiled, revealing more pearly white teeth then he could ever remember seeing before, and he almost felt bad that he immediately covered it with a kiss, he just couldn’t help it.

The sensation of her bare breasts and torso against his own made his skin feel like it was on fire. He moved his lips off hers and kissed a trail down her neck, then her breastbone before lavishing her breasts with affection. He flicked his tongue back and forth across the nubs, eliciting small gasps and little moans from her. After intermittently doing this for a few minutes, she was squirming on his lap and had to pull him away. She got up and, much to his delirious happiness, removed her pants, underwear, and socks in one swift movement.

Dana Scully is standing naked in front of me, Dana Scully is standing naked in front of me, Dana Scully is standing naked in front of me.

He felt like his brain had short circuited, only vaguely paying attention to the fact he was disrobing his running shorts so he could match her. When his shorts were off he noticed her hungry eyes devouring every inch of his body, appreciation all over her features. It sent another shot of arousal straight through him. Even through the haze of lust, his crippling self-doubt still nagged at the back of his mind, forcing him to ask, “Scully, I just want to make sure you’re okay with this. I don’t want you to regret this.”

It must not have come out as confident as he wanted, because a comforting smile lifted one side of her lips and she stepped closer to him, cradling his jaw with her hands. “Mulder, I’m more than okay. I think you know how long we’ve been waiting for this.” He smiled at her words and she pushed him down on the same couch they had spent so many nights yearning for each other on.

She straddled him once more and the scent of her arousal wafted to him and he swore he could get drunk from the smell. He watched her as she took the utmost care and dedication to lining them up, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she looked down to guide him. His breath was taken away as her piercing blue eyes flitted to his as she eased herself down his shaft.

Her mouth opened as she gasped lightly. His fists were clutching the leather of the sofa, resisting the urge to plunge deep inside her. He wanted her to get accustomed to his girth and length without hurting her. After a moment, they were completely joined and he was hilt deep. She kissed him on the mouth sweetly for such an erotic moment, and they savored this moment that would be a landmark in their relationship; they were finally joined as one.

She put her hands on his shoulders and started rocking against him strongly, her breasts bouncing in his face, much to his added pleasure. She felt exquisite. She was clutching onto him with a tight grip and she was lewdly wet. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride knowing that he was the cause of it. Scully oozed sexuality and wore it like a second skin, watching her was more arousing than anything he’d ever seen before. Sweat was starting to bead at her hairline and her face was flushed while contorted into pure pleasure.

His hands gripped her waist to help her momentum as he thrust into her. When he slid a little on the couch she gasped and in a strangled voice whispered, “Ah, right there, right there.” He continued with a purpose and enjoyed hearing her moans become a bit more constant. He moved one hand to where they joined and circled her throbbing clit. She started thrusting herself down on him harder and harder as she started chasing her orgasm. After a particularly hard thrust, she gasped and threw her head back, screaming his name in ecstacy. He watched as she spasmed against him and he kept flicking his finger back and forth until a shaky hand reached down to grab his wrist. She was smiling at him and placed a wet kiss to his mouth before she giggled into it.

He moved her so that her back was on the couch and he was over her, resuming their previous actions. Thank god for women’s non-existent refractory period because Scully was meeting him with equal vigor, wrapping her arms around him, fingernails scraping on his back.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Scully,” he grunted, barely coherent through the pleasure.

“I’m yours,” she moaned. Her words went straight to his cock and with each thrust he couldn’t help but chant mine, she’s mine, Scully wants me. He felt his balls tighten, but he wanted to get her off again before he did. He leaned up so he was sitting on his calves, reclined back, and he grabbed the undersides of her thighs and dragged her on top of him, raising her hips and hitting her at a perfect angle.

Her head burrowed into the couch and her hands raised to the arm of the couch to desperately cling on. He gyrated a bit to brush more against her clit and it was a success, her back arched and she cried his name like god’s once more. The visual of her and the sound of her voice send him into an overdrive, and with a few more thrusts, he was cumming deep inside her pulsating walls.

Without slipping out of her, he switched them so that he was laying on his back and she was laying on top of him. They were both breathing heavily and she was idly playing with his chest hair, occasionally kissing his chest. “That was incredible,” she sighed in contentment. After a moment she pivoted so her chin was resting on his chest and asked, “Did you get suspended too?” He nodded and she laid back down smiling.

“Now we have two whole days for repeat performances, just like Skinner implied to me as I left,” he joked.

She laughed for a second before realizing the last part, “Wait, Skinner said what?”

#words of lust #msr fanfic #msr smut #gaycrouton #onlytheinevitable #my fanfiction #mulder and scully

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Tempting || 8

Y/N is an angel and a good one at that. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She is out performing her duties when she runs into a demon. Luckily for her, that demon, Taehyung, doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, Taehyung just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

Or, “For someone who is meant to be so pure, you sure are dirty, angel.”

pairing: demon!taehyung x angel!reader

genre: fantasy, smut, angst

warnings: alcohol use, mentions of suicide/death, lots of dirty talk and smut lol

A/N: this is less biblical and more supernatural?? Like less focus on religion itself and more focus on angels and demons as immortal creatures even though I might reference some “biblical” terms lol sorry this is too unholy anyways it’s fine. oh and this is a dream I had!

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 (final)

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CHAPTER EIGHT (**JUST REALLY FILTHY SMUT IM SORRY, also hasn’t been edited yet!!!)

"Y/N?" Jimin's voice spoke, causing my head to snap up.

After coming to terms with the fact that the page on Vampires was gone, I had somehow gotten sucked into continuing to read about other kinds of demons. I didn't even hear Jimin arrive through the front door.

"Oh, hi." I breathed, slightly on edge, thinking that Jimin might have been Yoongi, coming back to threaten me once more.

Jimin stood just outside the study, a hand placed lightly against the door frame.

For a moment, neither of us said anything and I felt myself sink into shame as I remembered the last time Jimin and I had interacted.

"Um, about this morning..." I trailed off, unsure of how to begin. Jimin gave me a small smile.

"It’s alright, button. I know you’re just overwhelmed from all this studying you’re doing. Being a Power is a big responsibility, I’m sure I would’ve taken the suppressor to go out to Limbo, too."

If there was anyone I hated lying to, it was Jimin. Sure, I felt bad lying to the others; Namjoon was like an older brother to me, and Hobi was the person who made me laugh the hardest. But Namjoon often scolded me and Hobi liked to banter with me. Jimin, however, didn’t tease or lecture me. He was nothing but supportive and comforting and the thought of lying to him made me feel like absolute dirt.

“Thanks, Jimin.” I sighed, accepting his consolation despite how undeserving of it I was.

Jimin ran a hand through his silver hair, “Of course.”

“How are your flowers looking?” I brought up casually, in an attempt to dilute the still awkward atmosphere. Jimin broke out into a huge smile.

“Peachy keen!” He enthused cheerily. I raised an eyebrow and giggled at his words.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say ‘peachy keen’.” I mused. Jimin’s cheeks turned pink and he shook his head with a laugh.

“Sorry. The girl at the park says funny phrases like that all the time. I hear it so often that I’m starting to pick up her speaking habits, I guess.” He explained. I recalled the girl he was talking about briefly from this morning’s conversation, right before things had taken a turn.

“You're so cute, Jiminie.” I teased, enjoying the way he turned even redder and how he pouted at me. Hobi had once referred to Jimin and I as a pair of cherries, insisting that we were always bright red from blushing.

"Hey, look, I'm sure the others understand like I do but, uh, you might want to apologize to Hobi and Joonie when they get home in a little bit.”

Hobi and Namjoon we're going arrive soon? How long had I been reading for?

“What time is it?” I questioned. Jimin and I both looked over to view the clock that hung up on the wall.

Oh crap, it was past 8 PM. Taehyung always came over at 8.

"Are you done studying? Since you're out of your room, do you want to hang out with us? We haven't all had a night to hang out in a while–"

"Oh! Uh, no! Sorry! I, uh, am still studying. I was just... taking a break. I'm sorry." I quickly rambled, closing the book that lay in front of me and hastily shoving it back into its appropriate spot in the shelf.

I slipped past Jimin quickly, "Good night!"

I hurried up the stairs and ran towards the closed door of my room. Opening the door, I slipped in silently shutting the door behind me.

In my room stood Taehyung, who was rummaging through one of the drawers on my dresser.

"Jimin is the flower angel, right?" Taehyung hummed, clearly preoccupied by the contents of my dresser. I nodded, slightly surprised that he remembered the specifics of my roommates. I had told him once a while back, but I didn't think he actually cared much.

Staring at Taehyung's frame, I took in what he was doing. I frowned. Was that... my underwear drawer?

Taehyung pulling out my favorite pair of cotton panties and waving them at me with a smirk answered my suspicions.

I squealed in surprise and shoved him away from my dresser. I made several grabs for my underwear, all of which proved to be futile as Taehyung raised them up and out of my reach.

"Taehyung!" I exclaimed in utter horror, trying my best to keep my voice down in case Jimin decided to come upstairs. This was so humiliating.

"I remember these." He laughed, causing me to freeze in place.

Images of Taehyung peeling that exact pair of underwear he had peeled off of me before placing his tongue against me flashed through my mind, causing my face to heat up.

"You pervert! Why are you going through my underwear drawer?" I chided, trying to fight off my blush.

Taehyung looked at me as if the answer was obvious, "I wanted to see what kind of skimpy lingerie you owned."

I scoffed in disbelief, reaching once more to try and retrieve the stole garment.

"Yes, well," I huffed, "I don't own any of those kind of things so please just return that to me."

Taehyung let out a laugh at my attempts to reach the highly held underwear. He took a step towards my dresser before placing the underwear back into its designated drawer.

"Shame. I really love lace. Not that your cotton panties aren't nice. I especially like the little pink bow on the front."

I placed my face into my hands, in disbelief but also in ungodly embarrassment. I heard Taehyung chuckle before prying my hands away from my face.

I glared at him as he intertwined our fingers.

"You're so fucking cute." Taehyung said, placing a soft kiss against a pink cheek of mine.

"Shut up." I muttered, trying to sound annoyed despite how content I was from his soft display of affection.

"You were late and I got bored so I went through your drawers. What were you and Jimin talking about?" Taehyung muttered casually, his lips peppering kisses along my jaw.

God, I had missed Taehyung doing these kind of things. Taehyung and I spent most of our nights outside and in the city, small moments of intimacy like these didn't occur often.

"Nothing important." I assured him, too concerned with the fact that his mouth was now pressed against the exposed skin of my neck to go into the details of Jimin and I's conversation.

"Are you sure?" He breathed, licking a hot stripe against my neck. I whined at the gesture, closing my eyes. I gripped his hands firmly.

"Yes."

Suddenly, Taehyung pulled away from me, leaving me confused and frowning. Taehyung simply smiled at me.

"Okay, let's go, then."

"Go where?" I whined, wanting Taehyung to go back to what he was doing just moments ago.

"There's an amusement park in town! Today is the first day and it's a Wednesday so it shouldn't be too crowded." He explain excitedly.

I remembered that Jane had made plans in advanced with a friend to go to this fair, back when I was her guardian. It was hard to believe how much time had passed since that day.

It was hard to believe just how much my life had changed.

Taehyung made his way to my window, which was now usually left open, because of him. Slipping his legs through the opening, he sat on my window sill. He looked at me expectantly.

"Shall we go, angel?" He asked, flashing me a boyish smile.

My life had definitely changed, but with Taehyung around, I couldn't help but feel as if it had changed for the better.

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The walk to the amusement park was a pleasant one. Taehyung talked the entire way, clearly far more excited about our outing than I was. I was excited as well, I had never been to an amusement park, but my thoughts couldn't help but be preoccupied.

I wasn't sure whether or not to tell Taehyung about Yoongi's visit to my house. Taehyung had a right to know about what his friend was doing behind his back, but I couldn't help but feel as if telling him would be a mistake.

Yoongi was convinced I was bad for Taehyung, and ruining his friendship with Taehyung would only further his grudge against me. At the end of the day, Yoongi was just worried about Taehyung. Anyone who cared about Taehyung that much couldn't be completely evil, right?

"Look, we're here!" Taehyung announced excitedly. Even if he hadn't announced it, the amusement park was hard to miss.

It was set up on the city's fair grounds, land set aside for things like festivals or concerts. I could see quite a few of the taller rides from our location; the sounds of screams and laughters filling the air. I felt myself start to grow more and more excited, the amusement park's aura infectious.

"Let's go!" I yelled happily, grabbing Taehyung by the hand and running towards the entrance.

We arrived panting, but I couldn't help but jump in place with excitement. Fluorescent lights illuminated the entire park and I stared at amazement at the arrangement of colors.

I went to look over to Taehyung to point out a particular ride, only to find the spot next to me empty.

What? Where did he go?

I opened my mouth to call out to him before I spotted him standing in line for ticket purchase. I skipped over to him.

"You're getting a ticket?" I questioned in surprise. Taehyung glanced over me before muttering a 'yes' under his breath. I almost asked him why he was whispering before I remembered that if Taehyung was getting a ticket then he was probably visible to humans right now. They could see and hear anything that he did.

I let out a sigh. No one could see or hear me so if Taehyung were to speak to me like he normally did, people would look at him strange.

So instead of speaking, I stood beside Taehyung, my hands clasped together behind my back as I waited in line with him.

I was surprised he was buying a ticket. I had assumed that he was going to turn invisible, being that demons had the option to control their visibility, and that he would slip in wordlessly with me.

We reached the ticket booth in no time at all, and even though I didn't want to draw attention to Taehyung by getting him to speak to me, I couldn't help but share my excitement.

"Ah, I'm so excited!" I squealed, spinning in place dramatically. Taehyung glanced over at me with a smirk before directing his attention to the man in the ticket booth.

Suddenly, I grew curious as to what was inside of the booth. Was there a bathroom in there? Where did he keep all the tickets?

I leaned over Taehyung, in order to look into the booth and see. All of this was new to me.

Taehyung let out a noise of disapproval and extended his arm out and to the side; to the average human it looked as it if he was stretching, but really he was pushing me out of the away.

"I want to see." I groaned with a frown. I looked behind Taehyung to see that the woman in line behind him wore an expression similar to mine as her two screaming children tugged on her clothes, desperately trying to gain her attention.

"One one-day adult ticket please." Taehyung asked politely. I let out an excited noise and watched as the man stared at the Taehyung for a moment before nodding and handing him a ticket and a thin bright orange slip of paper. Taehyung grabbed it out of the man's hand with a smile before moving towards the entrance. I frowned as I analyzed the exchange.

"Taehyung?" I asked, trailing after the moving demon.

Taehyung said nothing, instead handing over his ticket to one of the staff members monitoring the park entrance. Taehyung and I walked into the noisy area.

Taehyung took a look around at the busy scene laid our before us as he wrapped the orange paper around his wrist; the paper had some sort of adhesive built into it, turning it into some sort of make shift bracelet.

He finally turned towards me, "Yes, angel?"

"Did you pay for that ticket?"

Taehyung stared at me, his eyes widening for a moment before returning to normal.

"No."

"But... he gave you a ticket, anyway?" I pressed, having a feeling that I already knew exactly what had just happened.

Taehyung looked uncomfortable; he reached a hand over to rub the back of his neck.

"I kind of... made him give me a ticket. Not like forced him, but yeah– It's kind of hard to explain."

I knew exactly what he had done. He had slipped into that man's mind and told him to hand over the ticket without asking to paying for it. This was exactly what the chapter on Scelus had described.

"If you weren't going to pay for the ticket then why did you bother getting one at all? Couldn't you just have become invisible like I am and walked right in?" I asked, trying to sound less bother than I was.

I don't know why, but I had assumed that Taehyung didn't used his powers often. But seeing as how casually he just entered that guy's mind, I was beginning to rethink that assumption.

Taehyung gestured towards the orange bracelet on his wrist, "This bracelet guarantees us a spot on each ride. There is a limited amount of people that can fit on each ride, so if I have this, I can save a place for both you and I. Beats being invisible and sat on by humans, huh?"

Despite how uneasy I felt about Taehyung using his warped mind control on an innocent man, I couldn't help but admire how smart the blond boy was.

"Nice thinking." I complimented with a small smile, wanting to push my thoughts aside and just enjoy the night with Taehyung.

Taehyung smirked at me, "Beauty and brains, I've got both. You sure lucked out with me."

I let out a laugh before intertwining his arm with mine.

"Come on, you handsome genius. Let's go try our luck on some of those balloon games."

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Two hours had gone by and it would appear that angels were prone to something Taehyung had referred to as motion sickness.

Two rollercoasters and one spinning ride in, and I was efficiently nauseated. Taehyung had suggested we sat down to let my stomach settle, so I took refuge on a nearby bench.

"Are you feeling any better?" Taehyung peered down at me nervously, biting down onto his bottom lip. The moment I told him I felt dizzy, he turned into a panicked wreck, forcing water down my throat in case I was dehydrated, and buying me a lemonade in case my blood sugar was low.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just needed to sit down." I assured him with a nod. I really was feeling better, I just didn't know how to tell him that if I so much as looked at a rollercoaster, I might be sick.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I ruined your first amusement park experience. I wanted to do all the extreme rides first before the lines got longer as the night went on." Taehyung sighed, sitting down next to me. He threw an arm around the back of the bench behind me and tilted his head to rest against mine.

I couldn't help but admire how cute he looked doting over me.

"It's not ruined!" I assured him. "I love spending time with you. Besides, that first rollercoaster was loads of fun. You know, before the nausea set in."

Taehyung rolled his eyes before smiling fondly at me.

"I love you." He told me. I couldn't have bought the flush off my face even if I tried.

"I love you, too." I told him, my voice still shaky every time I said it. I don't think I'd ever be used to getting to say it so freely.

Taehyung's eyes flashed down to my lips, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he gave me a smirk.

"You up for one last ride?"

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The Ferris Wheel, as Taehyung had told me it was called, was some sort of enormous rotating metal circle. I had initially shot it down the moment I found out that it moved, but Taehyung assured me that it wasn't a ride as so much as a way to look over the park.

For whatever reason, no one seemed to want to go on it as the line was near nonexistent and Taehyung and I got an entire passenger car to ourselves.

I took a step onto the circular cabin and wobbled a bit as it rocked slightly. Sitting down, I watched as Taehyung climbed in after me, thanking the man who closed the door after us.

"Are we sure this is stable?" I asked, already feeling myself begin to grow nervous.

"Would I endanger your life, angel?" Taehyung responded, feigning hurt with a hand over his chest.

The Ferris Wheel had already began to move, slowly, taking us higher.

"Even if you wanted to, you couldn't on this thing. This is the slowest ride ever." I noted. My stomach, for one, was grateful for that.

Taehyung only laughed in response, intertwining his hand with mine. I looked down at our hands and smiled. I had been wanting to hold his hand all night, but I didn't want to draw attention to Taehyung by having him look like he was holding onto nothing.

I let out a sigh.

"You're not having fun, are you?" Taehyung said, sounding sad.

"No, I am! I promise you I am." I said, dismissing him with a shake of my head.

"Then why do you look so sad?" Taehyung pressed. I met his eyes for a moment before looking out over the passenger car. We were decently high up now.

"I dunno. It's just... being an angel is kind of lonely."

"Lonely? What do you mean?" Taehyung said, sounding confused.

I sighed, "It doesn't bother me too much, usually, but it's kind of a very isolating thing to not be able to be seen or heard."

"I can see and hear you." He remind me.

"Yeah, but they can't." I said, looking down at the scrambling bodies of the park go-ers. Each of them here for the sole reason of enjoying themselves and the company of others.

"Other angels can see me, of course, so it's not like I'm entirely invisible, but even here with you, I can't hold your hand or have conversations with you whenever. Because even though you know I'm here, they don't."

I took a moment to gather my thoughts.

"I'm supposed to protect those people down there. But I think the main reason why I can't is because a small part of me resents humans. I'm envious of them. I can pretend to run around and go on rides like I'm one of them but I'm not. It's an awful thing to be standing in the middle of a crowd of people and still be on the outside, never really apart of it."

I could feel Taehyung staring at my profile. The view was incredible now, we weren't even at the top but I could still see almost over every ride. The colorful lights swallowed the pieces of metal and plastic, leaving instead an ocean of flashing fluorescent color.

"I think of Jane and I think of memories I have with her; I think of Jane as a friend. But to her, I'm nothing. She’ll never know who I am." I turned to face Taehyung, my eyes beginning to water. "That's why I wanted to meet your friends that night at Limbo. Back then, I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with demons but... I dunno... it's just nice to have people who can see me– who know I'm there."

Taehyung took me surprise by grabbing both sides of my face to kiss me.

I reveled in the kiss, missing the feeling of his mouth against mine, but before I could move to deepen it, Taehyung pulled away.

"I'm sorry, angel."

I blinked.

"Why are you apologizing?" I said, tilting my head in confusion. Taehyung ran a thumb against my cheek, using the hand that was still cupping my face.

"I didn't know you felt like this."

I shrugged, "I never told you, it's not your fault for not knowing."

Truth was, I hadn't told anyone this. I didn't allow myself to think too much on these thoughts, finding it better to suppress my feelings. My self loathing only grew the more I realized that I thought like this.

"I know. It's just that all this time I thought all my problems would've disappeared if I just became an angel. I didn't know that angels had these kinds of thoughts. Even when you tried to tell me, I didn't fully understand. But now I do. And I'm sorry."

The Ferris Wheel came to a sudden stop and Taehyung and I turned away from each other to look out at the view. We were at very top now. From here, all those people looked so small, like they were just little insignificant dots and not the reasons behind my self loathing and insecurities.

"We're a pretty fucked up pair, aren't we?" Taehyung breathed, not taking his eyes off the view.

"Mm, maybe." I said, causing Taehyung to look at me.

"Or maybe we're the normal ones, and everyone else is fucked up."

Taehyung stared at me, eyes wide and I frowned once I noticed.

"What?" I inquired, confused as to why he was looking at me like that.

"Angel, you just cursed." He laughed.

This time it was my turn for my eyes to widen, "I did?"

Taehyung laughed again and nodded. I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"I guess when you love someone you end up picking their speaking habits." I mused, leaning into Taehyung's side to nudge him.

"I really am tainting you, huh? It's not too late, angel, you can still fall out of love with me and save the chastity of your vocabulary. Chastity is a virtue, after all." Taehyung suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

I smirked.

"Chastity is overrated."

Grabbing Taehyung by the collar of his shirt, I pulled him into me, wasting no time in deepening the kiss.

Taehyung let out a moan at my words and the sound alone was enough to encourage me to swipe my tongue against his bottom lip. Taehyung ran his hand into my hair and tilted his head so that his tongue could better meet mine.

He tasted like the cotton candy he eaten 20 minutes ago and I greedily accepted the taste.

I clutched onto the fabric of his black t-shirt liked my sanity depended on it because it did. If Taehyung pulled away now I didn't know what I'd do. One of Taehyung’s hands snuck up my torso and placed a careful squeeze on my breast.

I gasped away from the kiss, not expecting him to be so bold.

Suddenly, Taehyung grabbed both of my hips; he lifted me up and spun me around, placing me on his lap, my back pressed against his chest. Taehyung's mouth found my neck instantly and he bit down on it eagerly.

"No marks, Taehy–"

My words were cut short by the feeling of Taehyung prying my thighs apart.

He ran his fingertips down my inner thighs gingerly, and I shut my legs the moment I realized his final destination.

"Taehyung, not here." I squeaked. Despite my words, I grinded against Taehyung's hardening bulge. Neither my body nor Taehyung chose to listen to me.

Taehyung grabbed one of my legs and forced it to bend, setting my foot down on the seat, exposing myself.

"Shut up." He said, placing a small slap against my newly exposed inner thigh.

I made a mental note to stop wearing skirts and dresses around Taehyung all together.

Taehyung's didn't hesitate for a moment. He ran his long fingers up and down my clothed core, causing me to wriggle on his lap. I latched my hand around his wrist to pull his hand away but a firm rub against my clit seized my movements.

I whined lowly, hating that Taehyung had me in this position. It was humiliating.

"Look at you, angel. Legs spread, letting me play with your pussy while you face everyone. You're fucking filthy." Taehyung scolded into my ear before taking my earlobe in between his teeth.

"N-No, I'm not." I whimpered, my eyes closing and my hips starting to move to meet his fingers’ movements.

"I can feel how wet your panties are. You like this, huh?" Taehyung teased. I could only moan in reply when his fingers once again found my clit.

I opened my eyes to see that we had descended and were nearly at the bottom of the Ferris Wheel. There at the bottom stood the worker that had closed to the door for us.

Oh, God.

"Taehyung, mm, you have to stop. T-There's someone at the bottom." I pleaded. My body was past the point of listening to me, so I prayed that my words would be enough to get Taehyung to stop.

To my horror and absolutely delight, Taehyung merely pushed aside my panties and sunk two of his fingers inside me.

I let out a squeak and threw my head back, resting it in the crook of his neck. This was so wrong.

"He can't see you, baby." He reminded me quietly as we reached the bottom and the Ferris Wheel came to a stop.

I clasped a hand over my mouth.

"You enjoy the ride?" The worker asked politely stepping forward to speak to Taehyung.

"Quite the view." Taehyung smiled back, not letting up the motions of his hands for a moment. Moans were slipping through the cracks of my fingers and it was ridiculous how wet I was.

The worker must have notice Taehyung's odd hand motions because he glanced down at where Taehyung's hand entered me.

Let out an embarrassingly loud moan and bucked my hips forward. I knew the man couldn't see me, to him it just looked like Taehyung was moving his hand oddly, but I couldn't help but imagine that he could see the way Taehyung was wrecking and stirring up my insides.

"Mind if I go for another round?" Taehyung asked, sounding unbelievable innocent despite what he was doing to me.

The worker's eyes flicked back momentarily to Taehyung's hand, looking slightly confused, before snapping back up to meet Taehyung's eyes, clearly not wanting to seem rude and stare.

Taehyung removed all fingers to rub at my clit. I moaned loudly, and raised a hand to hide my face, my face had never been this hot before.

"Sure thing. It's kind of a slow night anyways." The man laughed, stepping away from the passenger car to let it continue to move.

"Being invisible has its perks after all, huh?" Taehyung chuckled.

"I hate you so much." I cried out as Taehyung entered me once more, sinking in knuckle deep.

We had begun our ascend already and the worker was far below us but I could still imagine the man's eyes on me.

"No you don't. You loved it. I could feel the way you clenched around my fingers when you thought he looked at you."

Taehyung's dirty words only coaxed more moans from my mouth. He was making me feel too good for me to quip back some sort of response.

"Who knew my filthy little angel liked being watched." Taehyung hummed to himself, only further riling me up. I knew I wasn't going to last for very much longer.

"Remember the way you danced against me and Jungkook at Limbo... I bet you'd love it if I fucked you in front of him, hm?"

I moaned out at his filthy words, feeling my high nearing itself by the second.

"I'd fuck you so hard, angel. Just to show Jungkook what he can't have. You're mine." He growled, running his nose along the length of my neck. His free hand reached over to rub against my clit, and I nearly started sobbing.

"Ah– Taehyung!"

My climax hit me harder than I was expecting it to, and I wasn't sure if it was because of how public all of this was or because of Taehyung's filthy words.

My back arched and my thighs quivered, having effectively been turned into gelatin.

Taehyung continue to finger me through my release, only stopping once I stopped shaking.

"I missed the sounds of your moans, angel." Taehyung told me sweetly, pressed a kiss onto my cheek. I could only hum in response.

"Are you going to yell at me for finger fucking you in public once you regain the ability to speak?"

I nodded my head in agreement before pausing, and then shaking my head side to side.

"Is that a yes or a no?" Taehyung chuckled.

Taehyung put my leg back down and helped me pull my skirt back down.

"Taehyung." I began finally, turn in his lap to look at him.

"Ah fuck, here it comes. Okay I'm ready. You can yell at me now." Taehyung said, frowning as if to brace himself.

"Spend the night with me." I told him softly, my face slightly pink.

Taehyung looked at me in awe, clearly not expecting what I said at all.

"Really? Wait, why?" Taehyung said, eyeing me suspiciously. Taehyung had tried to sleepover multiple times, and I had shut him down every time, on the account that it was too risky; the boys could accidentally find out about him.

I laughed at his accusatory tone.

"Because," I began, wrapping my arms around his neck, looking up at him through my lashes, a small smirk on my lips.

"You missed the sound of my moans."

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WELP I GUESS MY APRIL FOOLS JOKE WAS MAKING YALL THINKING THEY WERE GONNA FUCC IN THIS CHAPTER LOL no but actually I felt like it would be too rushed if I did it in this chapter so next chapter it is. PLUS LIKE I THOUGHT OF THIS SCENE AND IT JUST NEED TO HAPPEN OKAY?? ily

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Have you been wicked Mr Holmes? Part 2

Hello again! This part has smut too, begins with it in fact so that’s your warning. Thanks to @ebdaydreamer for betaing again.

This is also a warning for smut.

As is this!

Last one - SMUT

The Woman stood over him, riding crop in her firm grip. Her perfect red lips were stretched in a smirk as she surveyed his body, observing the marks she’d left on the submissive figure stretched on the bed. He’d begged, over and over and over as she ravished him.

She’d stripped him to begin, but teased him with the sheer lace that hardly covered her. She was in command, of course; he’d known that the minute she’d made him gasp and shudder under her barrage of kisses against the wall, the minute she’d slammed him against the firm mattress and begun to work the tight shirt over his head. Miss Adler had planted kisses on his body and wrapped her legs round him as she dragged him upright. She’d traced the scars on his back with her slender fingers, brushed butterfly kisses on the track marks traipsing up his arms, bitten softly at his neck as he lay ready to accept her punishment, surrendering completely to her. She brushed his cheek and whispered seductively into his ear, leaving him breathing heavily as she disentangled herself and left to dress in something more comfortable.

She returned quickly, more beautiful and more confident than any goddess, taking the air out of her worshipper’s lungs when she touched him where it would do the damage. Her white teeth sparkled slightly in the dim light as she leaned forward. He’d remember like this. The Woman who beat him.

Sherlock snaked an arm round the sleeping Irene, stroking her bare shoulder with his calloused thumb, wondering what that beautiful intelligent mind dreamt of. He wondered if it too was filled with memories, of secret rendezvous and the hasty love of two dead people, of the relief when they found each other amongst the rest and knew they were both (just) alive, of the moment they could finally stop hiding and embrace within the walls of Baker Street. And speaking of… he blushed slightly, wondering whether the poor Landlady had been subjected again to their sounds of passion. He had warned her that they needed to be quiet, both of them, and she’d apparently taken it as a challenge to ensure the opposite. He hoped the neighbours didn’t complain - he had a reputation to uphold! Still, it had been mutually gratifying to record new ringtones, personally this time.

“Penny for your thoughts, Mr Holmes?” The still sleepy voice of Irene sounded in his ear. He shifted to face her.

“They’re worth so little?” He said playfully, pulling an offended face.

She hummed slightly, a mischievous grin etching itself on her face. “Indeed they are, Mr Holmes, seeing as how I could extract them quite easily.” She placed herself close, close enough so he could feel her breath on his cheek, “Very easily indeed, if I tried.” She sucked softly on his neck and he moaned slightly, feeling the blood flow shift from towards his precious brain with alarming rapidity.

“I don’t doubt it, Miss Adler.” He muttered.

“Cooee!” Mrs Hudson’s piercing greeting wafted into the room. “Can I come in?”

“No, please don’t,” Sherlock called back, a slight urgency tingeing his tone. Irene smirked as she lay her head lazily against his chest and brushing the inside of his leg lightly. His voice hitched slightly as he tried to talk.

“Come back later, Mrs Hudson.” He was acutely aware that his voice was not even a semblance of composed and he glared playfully at Irene.

“You’re a devil, Woman.” He murmured.

Unseen behind the door, Mrs Hudson placed down the tea that didn’t just happen with a new urgency and beat a hasty retreat, leaving a shocked ‘Oh my’ behind her.

With his freshly bruised lips, Sherlock relaxed on the bed, Irene nestling into his side.

“We should probably get up, Miss Adler. The tea Mrs Hudson brought up is no doubt getting cold.”

“Do you think she’ll come up again?”

“I think we might have scared her, Woman. That was a rather crude trick you played.”

Irene smiled, “Are you complaining?”

Sherlock hummed and shook his head negative. They rose together, neither bothering to take the clothes discarded on the floor by the bed, instead wrapping close together in the sheet. They walked in sync to Sherlock’s well-worn armchair and sat close together. Irene took her seat with a cheeky grin, wriggling slightly in his lap. He folded his arms round her slim waist and kissed her cheek before shifting her away.

“I’m checking for cases, my dear. I can’t be distracted right now, unfortunately.”

She pouted slightly, unwrapping herself and sashaying away, her naked body dragging his traitorous eyes from the Work. No, he had to focus. He did. The Woman could come later. With a determined flutter of the paper, he opened it to a random page, preparing to scan for the unsolved, the baffling, the genius.

“Oh…” Sherlock swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly and his cheeks burning. This was unexpected. His mind blanked slightly, the only thought available the crass (but not undescriptive) bollocks.

“Miss Adler?”

She looked up, her attention caught by the hesitance in his voice. He handed her the paper, purposely not looking her in the eyes. She looked at the headline, giggling slightly.

Sherlock Holmes After Dark!

Internet sensation Sherlock Holmes has sent shockwaves throughout his group of adoring fans after being photographed in an alley near his home with his mystery beau. Fans are already trying to find the identity of the mysterious woman and find out exactly who has captured the notoriously unsentimental detective’s eye.

Emblazoned across the top of the story was a grainy but nonetheless identifiable picture of the moment Miss Adler had decided they should give big brother a show. Apparently someone else had seen, and now his reputation was in tatters. Who knew how many people would read it, and if it was a National Paper everyone would know.

With a sudden flash of realisation the colour drained from his face. He groaned deeply and covered his face with his hands.

“Which paper is that, Irene?” Came his muffled voice. He sunk deeper into the chair at the answer before looking up at her, despair in his eyes. “My parents buy that paper, Woman. They are going to find out about my… romantic entanglement… through a ridiculously over exaggerated piece in the paper.”

She sniggered, “Romantic entanglement?”

He glared. “My words are hardly the issue here, Adler. The issue is that my Mother is about to give herself a heart attack when she see’s her youngest caught in the act by the paper!”

He pulled the sheet over his head, deciding he would rather stay hidden for the rest of his life than face the questioning of his mother. She was an excellent interrogator when she wanted to be, and his father would be just as curious. His phone vibrated on the table. Irene took it in her delicate hands, reading it aloud.

“Sherlock, me and your father are going to come visit. We’d love to meet this young lady in the paper. We’ll be here by twelve, and I think we’ll bring Mycie along. See you soon, Love Mummy.”

“Oh no.” He groaned. “Anything but that.”

Irene laughed loudly. “You’re a grown man, Mr Holmes, you can survive introducing me to your parents.”

“No. I can’t. Fetch a basin, I’m deathly ill and simply can’t deal with visitors today.” He pulled a face, “Moving from sick to dead. Do me a favour and call the undertaker. And my parents. Insinuate I have the plague!”

“Come on now, Sherlock.” She said, walking over, “It can't be that bad. Now come get ready. We can't greet them lol this, I guarantee that.”

“It can be that bad,” he mumbled under his breath, “You've yet to meet my mother. And Mycroft will be here too… you might as well shoot me and have it done with.”

She smiled gently taking his hand.

“Come on. Promise to behave, and I'll give you a treat.”

He raised an eyebrow, contemplating it. “In advance?”

“Naturally.”

He smirked and let her lead him to the shower.

They stood pressed together, the warm water dropping like bullets onto their bodies. Irene moaned slightly as she leaned against the wall for support, gripping at Sherlock's wet hair as he entered her, and (for once) she gave him control. She clawed at his back, tugged at his hair, both sweating in the steaming room. Legs weak they both explored each other, forgetting for now that they were in a rush, that they were soon to be interrupted, instead enjoying the others company, writhing with pleasure with every new move and moan they extracted. With a small gasp, Irene reminded him that they did need to be ready. He pouted, pressing a greedy kiss to her neck and grasping at her waist. She didn't resist, letting in the tongue that asked for entrance and wrapping her arms round his neck.

‘What did it matter if they were a little late,’ she decided, shifting slightly as wandering hands moved southward down her body. ‘This was much more fun.’

Mr and Mrs Holmes had already let themselves and their eldest son into 221B when the pair emerged from their room, hair still wet and slightly tousled. Mycroft took only a second to look away, nauseous as he realised what his baby brother had been getting up to.

“Apologies, we were busy.”

“Very busy it would seem, Brother mine,” Mycroft said drily. Sherlock scowled, hardly avoiding that far too frequent blush, as his brother received a smack on the knee for his troubles. He sank into an armchair, making an effort to not look anyone in the eye. He felt like a teenager again, not that he'd ever done anything like this in his younger years. He glanced at his mother, wondering how long she would take to confront him. He flashed a look around, wondering where Irene would sit. If she was as smart as always she wouldn't sit by his parents (the questioning would be unceasing) and she certainly wouldn't go near his frowning, disapproving brother, who could deduce everything from the way their clothes were buttoned. With a sudden flash a self consciousness he checked his clothes. He couldn't hope to hide from Mycroft, but he'd never allude to it. If Mummy found out he'd never survive. Everything seemed in order as Irene moved from the doorway to a seat. He frowned, confused, as she ignored the seats that were free. Oh no. She wouldn't, surely.

“Room for a little one, Sherlock?”

That demon.

He remained still and allowed Irene to take her now usual seat curled up with him, absent mindedly securing her with an arm slipped round her. He looked stonily ahead, daring any one of them to mention the fact that his fingers were playing with her soft loose hair.

“Irene, those are my parents. Parents this is Irene. Wave, perhaps? Do whatever greeting you feel necessary.”

They smiled warmly at each other, Irene lightly tapping his elbow in a playful admonishment.

“Now now, play nice!”

He pouted playfully before remembering the witnesses, grey haired sentimentals who were cooing openly at them. Sickening.

“Now, does anybody want to explain why I discovered my boy had a lady friend through a photo of them canoodling in the newspaper?” Demanded Mother Holmes.

Sherlock stammered and hesitated, umming and ahing as his pale face turned scarlet through mortification.

“If it makes it better,” He said weakly, “We didn't mean to get caught.”

Varying amounts of laughter came forth at his expense, both at the answer and the general air he displayed, showing quite clearly that he was totally out of his depth.

He frowned.

“Tea?”

Four positive replies and left Irene to fill the chair alone, missing the warmth she provided him. When he returned with the only clean cups, they were getting on well enough. He placed cups in hands, taking in the situation. Mummy, even if she was annoyed she hasn't been told, was beaming at the fact her youngest had finally shown signs of settling down, already gushing over the idea of romance and weddings and-

“Can I be expecting any grandchildren soon then, Miss Adler?”

The couple both choked on their drinks. His mother, blasted woman, carried on talking.

“I always did think Sherlock would be the first one to settle. I was talking to Susan the other day, I said ‘don't you think our Sherlock would do with settling down now all this excitement is over with’ and she said she reckoned so. And our Betty, well, she was talking about how Sherlock used to babysit the little ones when he was, ooooh, fifteen? It was the only time he was ever so nice to anyone, playing pirates with Lucy and Sammy, and Beryl said-”

“Mummy, please stop now,” Sherlock said, finally able to talk after the initial shock.

“We've not spoken about children, Mrs Holmes,” Irene choked out.

She deflated slightly, but then perked up. “Well, you're both young yet. Plenty of time for that still.”

They decided not to answer, sipping their tea quietly and hoping for the awkwardness to pass. At least they liked Irene. It would have been worse if they didn't. Mummy looked ready to hug her, why, they'd be inviting them over next.

“Oh Sherlock, the pair of you must come visit soon. You can bring John and Mary. Perhaps on the weekend?”

The Detective could not think of a worse way to spend his weekend, especially when his Mummy had babies on the brain. (He didn't dislike children - Archie proved that - but he wasn't fond of discussing providing the next generation. And Irene didn't seem thrilled either.) He knew it showed on his face, and yet Irene had agreed! Why? She was as uncomfortable as anyone, why would she agree to a weekend? A whole, long weekend.

Mercifully, despite how it dragged, their unwanted guests eventually departed, leaving the poor detective to confront the dominatrix.

“Why on earth are we spending the weekend with them?” He hissed, trying to appear angry. It wasn’t quite successful.

Irene only smiled, “I’d like to get to know them. If I’m going to stick around I’ll have to get used to them. Go on,” She waved him away like one would an insistent puppy. “Go ask John and Mary if they’ll join us.”

John and Mary could and would be joining them.

As the car pulled up outside the old house, Sherlock took a moment to ponder where his life had gone so horribly wrong. He had lamented to John, pleading with him to be busy that weekend, so he could cite it as a reason not to come. (“You don’t understand John, I can’t go, she’s talking about… babies!”) John had chuckled lightly and told him there was nothing to be done - the ladies wanted to go and their loyal partners must do their duty and accompany them.

“Oh, Sherlock! You came!”

The detective was enveloped in an embrace so tight he swore he could hear his bones creaking. He remained straight, arms locked at his sides.

“Indeed I did. Irene insisted.”

His mother shook her head and invited them through.

“Your father’s gone to fetch Mycie, Sherlock.”

“He agreed to come visit?” He asked incredulously. Mycroft hated nothing more than family dinners, despite the copious numbers of cakes.

“He doesn’t know.”

He stared after his mother, watching her smiling form enter the kitchen. He hoped Mycroft brought cigarettes.

Dinner was a tedious affair, Mycroft glaring at them all from his seat, their parents doing the obligatory cooing over Mary’s bulging stomach (though the pointed look he was flashed was completely unnecessary.) Then, naturally, the conversation turned to him and Irene.

“You never said how you met,” Sherlock’s father pointed out. He wasn’t as excitable as his wife, but he was still glad his son was beginning to thaw. He’d hated the fact Sherlock was so cold, so emotionless. Always had.

“A case.”

“Oh, so you were a client, Miss Adler?”

“Oh no, certainly not,” She smiled, “I was the suspect.”

Sherlock choked quietly on his drink, wondering how mother was going to take it.

“Innocent, I suppose?”

Sherlock placed his glass down and spoke for her. You didn’t need to be a genius to see she was going to tell them everything. And really, they didn’t need to know.

“Yes, innocent. A mix up over mobile phones.”

Mycroft raised an eyebrow but a warning glare was shot his way. He sighed quietly - did Sherlock not appreciate the paperwork it would take to make Miss Adler innocent? Good Lord, the first form alone didn’t bear thinking about! And yet he was bound to do it, just because his foolish little brother had gone and succumbed to sentiment. Pitiful.

Mrs Holmes was a genius. She knew something was wrong with Sherlock’s story, something big. Still, she wouldn’t pry (for once). Sherlock would come to her with that in his own time, she knew. For now she’d play along, pretend that Irene Adler was the innocent victim of a mix up. But really, who’d fall for that? This was her son they were talking about - he wouldn’t fall for just anyone!

Sherlock ate little, even with almost the whole table trying to force him. He wasn’t hungry, and his hand itched for a cigarette, even though it had been months. He scowled inwardly - he could not stand it here.

“Will you play for us, Sherlock?”

His mother’s request. She always wanted him to play, always ended up with tears in her eyes, even at joyous songs. Still, he walked upstairs to retrieve the prized possession from his case (he was hardly going to leave it at home, was he?)

He played Bach, and he played Vivaldi, and he played Beethoven. He played John’s favourite and his father’s favourite and Mycroft’s most detested. Still his mother wanted more, finding joy in the quivering bow on the strings of his violin. He played John and Mary’s waltz, smiling slightly as they moved closer together. He played the unnamed compositions, the ones he played whilst thinking. He played John’s lament, the song he had used to rouse the good doctor from nightmares in those early days. Song by song of his own creation tumbled into the air, until he was left with one.

The shrill mournful notes of Irene’s theme floated into the air, tumbling over one another. He’d never played it for her, no one else had heard it except John, and that was accidental. This was the sound of his grief, of his broken heart, of his sentiment. This was the sound of Irene Adler, and yet it wasn’t quite right. This was the song of her death, and she was so alive. It was a spur of the moment thing really, an impulsive ridiculous act, that made him carry on past the end. The sound of passion, of hiding and running, the soundtrack to their hiatus. And then it was the joyous sound of their return to the living, still secretive but less so, still passionate but softer, gentler. Then, finally, it was the sound of now, of happiness and their new beginning, who she was to him.

They all stared at him, even the normally composed Mycroft seemed struck by the emotion he had poured into his music. He flashed his eyes to the carpet as Mummy pulled out her handkerchief, moving closer so that Father placed an arm round her. John and Mary smiled knowingly at each other; they’d wanted them to be together since the beginning. And Irene, his Woman, she was struck dumb. Only then did he remember that throughout the whole song he hadn’t taken his eyes off her, her face, her eyes, her hair. She knew, of course, that the song was for her.

He shook his head slightly and reached for his case, putting the violin away and taking out the notes of Irene’s theme. It was better he wrote it down now rather than let it slip away. Irene moved over to his doubled over figure, placing herself near enough that her presence was felt but not intrusive. Impulsive again (no wonder Mycroft always beat him at chess) he straightened to press a soft kiss to her cheek before continuing to write, thrusting the papers into her hand when he was done.

“You should take them,” he said quietly, “It’s your song, after all.”

She smiled slightly and took his hand, and he knew in an instant he was a lost cause.

The Woman had beat him, he’d fallen in love.

#Adlock #smut #Irene #Sherlock #meet the parents #tried to make it funny #ends all nice

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