#benjamin greene x you fic

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Shameless, pt. 9

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hello my fellow snape lovers. i think you will love this chapter. hehehehe. thats all i am saying. and you might hate mcgonagall. </3

you can thank harry styles' song 'fine line' for the ending of this chapter. oop.

thank you for reading so far and for all your kind comments, likes and reblogs! I LOVE YOU GUYS <3

i apologise in advance for any typos or anything along those lines, i suck at proofreading.

VAMOS!!

Your throat tightened as you stared at your dishevelled appearance in the dirty, old mirror that sat crookedly in your greenhouse; overgrown vines of poison ivy enveloping it, slowly reclaiming it.

"Shit..." You muttered, angling your face to gaze at the marks that Snape had so graciously left on your jaw. "For Merlin's sake..." You spun away from the mirror with a distressed huff and headed towards your cabinet in a sweep, kneeling down against the mossy tiles, searching for a herb of some sort that had healing properties. Or something along those lines. You were desperate at this point. "Dittany, dittany..." You mumbled to yourself, digging through shelves and shelves of dusty glass jars and containers. At once, your eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning as the sight of a worn label caught your attention. You thumbed the dust off of the yellowed and faded label, reading it aloud, "D.. di-di-an...y?" You muttered, only noticing how worn the writing really was once you pulled it out into the light. How long has this been in here...?

That has to be dittany, you thought, curious eyes scanning the long and slender, deep mossy green stem that branched out with smaller rounded leaves. You blew against the jar with a sharp breath, a ball of dust and dirt puffing up in your face. You coughed and quickly retrieved your wand, swiftly flicking it to make the heap of dust dissipate. Well, you'd certainly lacked on cleaning your cabinets during the past year, but it's not like that kind of thing had any space in your mind. It was full of... other things.

Your fingers clutched the lid of the glass jar and lifted it upwards, a gentle, spicy yet mountainous smell filling your nostrils. As you placed the lid down with a loud clack, you reached your hand into the jar to retrieve a stem of dittany. You hoped to god this would work, otherwise you'd reluctantly resort to make-up, and that would be even worse. Not that you were awful at using it, but your skintone was almost impossible to match perfectly. You padded back to the rusty mirror in your greenhouse, the richer herbal smell of the dittany invading your lungs as you held it up to your face, preparing yourself to rub it vigorously against the darkening fingertip marks upon your jaw.

"Merlin, please, let this work." You mumbled with a deep breath, pinching the dittany and beginning to massage it into your marked face. You couldn't bear to watch for fear of it not working, so you shut your eyes, avoiding your own reflection. Desperately rubbing a herb against your face to get rid of some suspicious looking marks so the man you were seeing wouldn't accuse you of seeing someone else? Yes, that's you. Dedicated clown.

Hesitantly, you wrenched open your eyes. From what you saw, the herb had done nothing but give you a red rash, in fact, it actually highlighted the purpling bruises. You wanted to launch a rock through a window. Why couldn't Snape just keep his hands off of you? Why did he always resort to touching you? Not that you were complaining- well, actually, this time you were. His reckless actions were going to get you in trouble, but you couldn't exactly blame him. You hadn't told anyone that you were seeing the infamous Benjamin Bluewater. So why wouldn't he... grab your jaw in a fit of rage? Speaking of this, you hadn't really discussed a label with Ben, though, sometimes, he made you think that he wasn't particularly interested in putting a label on your relationship. It didn't bother you, but you'd prefer to know what you were. Were you exclusive? Not exclusive? Was he dating or seeing other people?

What really piqued your interest was what Snape would think of you dating Bluewater. He despised that boy with a burning passion. He'd probably lose a lot of respect for you, surely? But Ben had changed, you'd seen it for yourself.

"Hagrid, tell me that you didn't willingly let the students approach Buckbeak without proper guidance..." You sighed deeply, perched on a felled tree stump as you watched the half-giant-half-man gather some herbs from his personal garden. As the day had progressed onwards, the marks that littered your skin had died down a little, so much so that Hagrid hadn't noticed. Perhaps the dittany did help?

"Am tellin' ya, Y/N, the boy didn't listen!" Hagrid exclaimed, quite clearly stressed. He picked and pulled at the luscious shrubs rather aggressively, placing the stems and leaves into a wicker basket he was holding in his opposite hand. "I told 'im ta' stop!" He continued, his voice strained and panicking. Hagrid stood straight for a moment, his head shaking in a quick back and forth motion. "T-They're gonna want to 'ave Buckbeak slain, I tell ya," he stuttered, "they won't let this go! I'll lose me job too, Y/N!" His voice went up an octave as he glanced at you, his eyes glossed with fear. Hagrid truly cared for his animals deeply, and it pained you to see him so distressed over an accident.

"Hagrid, it'll be alright, I-"

"Y/N," Hagrid interrupted you, a stern look adopted his worn features. You instantly shut your mouth. "This is the Malfoy's we're talkin' abou'. They don't care for nothin', n' they ain't care for anyone but themselves." He finished, turning to look at his hut for a moment, big and grey clouds were starting to push their way across the dim blue sky.

"So... there's no other way? Buckbeak will be killed...?" You asked hesitantly, a lump forming in your throat as the thought of the silver hippogriff slipped into your mind. Hagrid was right, Buckbeak didn't deserve this. But what could you do? You were powerless.

Hagrid only nodded at you gravely, averting his eyes back to the garden in front of him, sucking in his bottom lip as if to stop the tears that had formed in his eyes from falling. You quickly rushed from your tree stump to Hagrid, wrapping your arms around him as much as you could. In this very moment, all you could offer the man was comfort. And so you did.

"It'll be alright, Hagrid." You mumbled against his musky smelling, tatty brown jacket, pressing the side of your face into his large, protruding stomach. A sharp inhale of air sounded from above, and you knew he was sobbing now. "It's okay." You whispered with glossy eyes, leaning back to glance up at Hagrid as he stared sorrowfully at the ground; his big, brown eyes wet with regretful tears. Gods, this was breaking your heart.

"He don't deserve this, Y/N!" Hagrid cried, his gigantic hands rushing to clutch you against his shaking body as he sobbed. "He don't, he's a good boy, he is." He muttered through broken cries. You had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from breaking down into sobs too. As much as you wanted to cry with Hagrid, you wanted to be strong for him - like he was when you came running, crying hysterically because of... Severus.

It felt weird to use his first name. You hadn't used it since... you couldn't even remember when. You only called him Snape now, and it hurt you to do so.

A couple days had passed by since your incident with Snape, and he had found himself lurking in your greenhouse, sneakily searching for ingredients for his upcoming future classes. The screech of an owl hooked Snape's nose up and away from your cabinets and to the door of your greenhouse. He ducked, cursing, as a Spectacled Owl swooped over his head, the sweep of it's wings making Snape's raven-black hair fly outwards. He watched as it dropped a rather beautiful bouquet of flowers on your desk with a muffled thud, proceeding to fly out of an open ceiling window and perch itself on a tree branch to the right of it. The owl hooted as it watched Snape curiously with big, beady eyes. The Potions Master observed it for several seconds, his eyes narrowing inquisitively. Once he deemed it safe to move, Snape shuffled towards the bouquet, his eyes instantly finding a note attached. He slowly shifted his fingers towards it, opening the folded piece of parchment. His brows furrowed as it read:

Dearest Y/N,

I hope these stunning flowers find you well, the moment I saw them, they instantly reminded me of you, and I had to have them.

Since the day we parted from each other, you have not left my mind. You have ensorcelled me. Enchanted and charmed me. The sweet sound of your perfect laugh lives in my mind, and Merlin, how I miss the way that your smile bewitched my heart each time I had the honour of laying my blessed eyes upon it. 

I do hope Hogwarts is treating you well. If it isn't, you know where to find me.

B.B x

Snape's stomach instantly twisted into a painful, egregious knot as his eyes continuously scanned over the sentimental note. You were seeing someone? Since when? More importantly, who was 'B.B'? Was it serious? It seemed to be, from Snape's basic knowledge of flowers, he knew they were high-quality, expensive ones. The thick, shiny material they were cocooned in also added to his conclusion. Whoever you were seeing was willing to spend a good amount of gold on you. Then, perhaps, was it an admirer? Someone trying to court you? No, it couldn't be, the note said-

Almost as fast as those thoughts had entered Snape's mind, he wiped them away, shaking his head aggressively as he let go of the note between his fingers, backing away from the flowers like a fearful doe. No, he wasn't doing this today. Not ever, actually.

Snape's eyes reluctantly fell to where you usually left a quill and parchment - specifically for him to note down what he'd taken. But it wasn't there. His brows knitted together, perplexed, as he glanced around the room for your quill and parchment. His eyes fell back onto the bouquet of flowers that 'B.B' had sent you. Snape's jaw clenched as he grudgingly padded forwards again, his hand reaching out slowly to lift up the neatly-wrapped bouquet. His hunch was right. That damned bird of yours had dropped the large bouquet on top of his quill and parchment, almost like a silent 'fuck you'. Snape had to force himself not to hex the poor animal as he retrived the materials, placing them beside the flowers to quickly scribble down the ingredients he required.

Snape felt something like a knife poke at his heart as he let his eyes glance over at the handwritten note again, staring at it with cruel eyes. A wave of disgust rushed through his body as he re-read the sickly sweet words. As much as he despised and envied the person behind the note, he couldn't help but agree with how they described you.

Over the next week at Hogwarts, more and more notes, flowers and small gifts began to turn up in your greenhouse. You had felt a bit smothered by Ben, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt - perhaps gift-giving was his love language. As time went on, you noticed that Snape began to slack in leaving notes of what he'd borrowed for his lessons. This confused you slightly, Snape was not someone that neglected agreements or promises. So, you just put it down to being an accident rather than on purpose. You weren't sure if you did that for the peace of your own mind, or hoping it was true.

Snape found himself assigned to the nightly patrol shift this Friday evening. He was a little miffed about it since he had planned to kick back in his room and bury his nose in a book he'd picked up on a subtle trip to Hogsmeade. Ever since he'd read that note in your greenhouse, he'd turned a little more bitter towards people. Including you. The only way he had figured out to hide something as petty and trivial as the feeling of jealousy was by acting a little colder to people. Everyone knew him as the callous and heartless Professor Snape, so it's not as if the students or staff alike would be alarmed by his extra bitterness.

As the Potions Master was strolling absentmindedly in the outside grounds of Hogwarts, two shadowy figures had caught his eye. Instinctively, he drew his wand, his fingers tightening around it. He crouched down a tad, narrowing his eyes in a feeble attempt to try and work out who the possible intruders were. Surely it was just two students out after curfew, right? Though, that idea came crashing down when he heard the sweet sound of your muffled laugh. His body ran cold as another heavenly, song-like giggle reached his ears. What were you doing out so late at night? …And who were you with?

"I'm sorry I kept you so late," Ben said quietly, squeezing your hand as you glanced up at him, the two of you strolling through the outside grounds of Hogwarts. The two of you kept your voices down as it was past midnight now, and you weren't exactly desiring the idea of getting caught. "I didn't expect the pub to stay open past eleven o'clock!"

"It's alright, work was rather stressful this week anyway. I needed a good break." You giggled, quickly placing a hand over your mouth to muffle it. Ben couldn't help but grin amusedly at your widened eyes.

"And you told me I had to be quiet," Ben mused, his eyes flicking back to the ground in front of him. You rolled your eyes at him and nudged him with a playful elbow. "But what happened with work? Annoying first years?" He teased. Oh, he had no idea.

A class of seventh years had been stressing you out since Tuesday afternoon when Jasper Greenlichen, a very intelligent and passionate budding Herbologist, made some fatal mistakes on a mock exam. The second you handed his results back to him, you hadn't expected, nor prepared yourself for such an intense meltdown of emotions. Since that moment, he was nonstop asking questions and asking for your expert opinion on certain ways to structure answers. The boy was absolutely obsessed with improving, and it was becoming extremely tiring for you. You could only help him so much.

"I wish," You groaned, shaking your head for a moment. "Seventh years, actually, one of them had a total meltdown when he did quite badly on a mock exam I'd set up for them." You explained, sighing exhaustedly. "From then on, it was chaos for me. I'd actually started dreading teaching for once!"

"Oh blimey," Ben grimaced at your words. "Sounds terrible." He added with a laugh, pulling you into his arms with a tug. A quiet squeak slipped from your throat as you fell into his chest, his hands snaking down to your waist suggestively.

"Ben," You warned, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at your lips. The bright, pale moonlight glimmered down upon the two of you, illuminating you like two shards of broken glass in the sunlight.

"What?" He asked innocently, frowning as if he was being falsely accused of murder. "I've missed you." He muttered. Your stomach twisted at his words. Had you missed him as well? The only time Ben had poked at your brain was when you'd been with Snape...

"Me too." You replied, staring up at him. Did you just lie to him? Perhaps. Is it terrible if you felt nothing the moment those three words left his lips? Definitely. What a fucking mess.

With Ben facing against the moonlight, the shadows cast on his face made his nose appear slightly larger, and his eyes seemed to turn dark. Were you imagining this...?

Before you could continue to question yourself, Ben's smile faded and his brows furrowed as his hand rose up to your jaw, grasping it gently with his fingertips. Your blood ran cold as he angled your jaw towards the light, encouraging it to illuminate the fading bruises on your jaw. Fuck, there was no way this was happening right now.

"What's this?" He questioned softly, his tone flat. You swallowed, anxiety bubbling at your fingertips as they began to tingle. What the hell were you meant to say?

"Oh, it's nothing," You laughed lightly, leaning away from his concerned touch. Sure, some bouncing bulbs could have caused small, red marks on your face, right? "I was teaching some first-years a couple days ago, some bouncing bulbs got loose." You quickly lied, smiling up at Ben, praying he'd just let it go.

"Are you okay?" He asked once more, his eyes flicking up to yours, burning with worry. A wave of relief washed over you as he believed you. If you'd told him the truth, you weren't sure how he'd react. Perhaps he'd curse Snape's classroom to smell awfully for eternity, or maybe he'd do worse... but you didn't want to think about that right now.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's happened before." You laughed again, quietly, staring at Ben for any sign of doubt on his face. He continued to study your injured jaw, not seemingly convinced.

"Alright," he nodded at you with a curt sigh, letting it go. "As long as you're not in pain." Ben smiled down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your marked jaw, trailing his lips to towards your parted ones. A gasp left your lips as Ben pulled you closer to him, his fingers digging into your waist hungrily. He kissed you a little harder, and you had to push him away slightly, releasing yourself from his lips.

"Ben, remember where we are." You said quietly, nodding to the grounds of Hogwarts that the two of you were currently stood in. "Someone could see us." You warned, a sheepish and awkward smile picking at the corners of your lips.

"So what?" Ben smirked as he leaned in to kiss you again, his reckless personality rearing it's head once more. You placed a firm hand against his chest, placing some space between you.

"I'm serious." You said again, your tone switching from playful to stern. Ben sighed, nodding, as he waved his white flag and surrendered to your demands. "Thank you." You smiled up at him, patting his chest gently, watching how as he turned his head, that familiar looking shadow cast over his features again, transforming him into your true desire. You tore your gaze away from his face as your heartbeat began to pick up in speed, memories of you and a certain brooding Potion Master flooding your mind. "I should really get going now." You quickly muttered, swallowing the lump of anxiety in your throat as you glanced to the right, avoiding his eyes.

Was this how your life was going to be now? Everytime you looked at someone you tried to move on with, his face would appear? Everywhere you looked, the thought of him would slide into your mind effortlessly - at this point, you were wondering if he had slipped you some sort of potion when you weren't looking.

"Oh right, yeah... I forgot it was so late," Ben laughed awkwardly, noticing your subtle change in demeanour. He wondered if he'd done something wrong. "I'll come and see you again soon, Y/N." He pushed past the niggling feeling in his mind and smiled at you, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your cheek. His hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and you returned his smile, the overwhelming feeling of guilt beginning to nibble away at your bones. This man was treating you like a princess and all you could think about was the man that had roughly grabbed you by your jaw the other day, leaving bruises on it.

"Send me an owl first, I'd like to be prepared this time." You hummed, referring to how Ben had caught you in your messy casualwear, tending to the plants in your greenhouse and covered in filth. It wasn't a pretty sight - well in your opinion, at least. "See you soon, Ben." You smiled at him as you turned to leave, a ghastly, freezing breeze of cold air suddenly tickling your skin.

"See you later, and... get back safe, please." Ben said wearily as he glanced about, having noticed the sudden drop in temperature as well. You nodded at him and pulled your shawl tighter around you, trying to ward off the cold that was now biting at your bare shoulders. You'd quickly slipped on a dark, rich emerald green dress that fell to the floor, and was slightly cinched at your waist in a shirred fashion, with baggy, ballooned sleeves that reached your wrists. You'd also opted to bring a thick, warm dusty rose-coloured shawl that was currently wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Walking back to the grand entrance of the castle, your brows knitted together as your eyes stared at the ground that was suddenly frosting over, wilting flowers and withering plants. A feeling of uneasiness permeated your ice-cold skin as you let your eyes glaze over the frozen ground, the clouds above you suddenly turning deathly grey. Your heart began to pound as you immediately took off in a sprint, desperately trying to reach Hogwarts before whatever the hell was coming could get to you.

The air was dead, silent and motionless. Only the sound of your crunching footfalls and your chattering teeth pierced the blanket of silence. You were praying that you were only imagining this, there was no way you could fend off a dementor. As you ran, your hands began to clench and unclench, a layer of sweat forming within them as you continued to run as fast as you could, your chest heaving with complete fear as the cold began to invade your body. You felt as if you were going to die right then and there, dementor or not, your heart was going absolutely mental, pounding against your ribs like an insane prisoner, begging to be let out. Your legs began to slow as the freezing cold began to overpower your body, numbing your legs and sending you tumbling to the ground. You fell to your hands and knees, tears streaming down your face, still desperate to escape as you clambered forwards in vain.

The chilling temperature was becoming too much for your body to withstand, and so you fell to the side, a paralysing scream leaping from your lungs as your worst nightmare suddenly swept in front of you. It floated in front of you, as if taunting you. The haunting noise of a rattling, sucking-like sound surrounded you like a bubble. You stared up at the dementor, your mouth agape in horror, fearful tears brimming your eyes as you watched on helplessly. Your lungs burned with each strangled breath you stole, your limp body falling backwards against the ground, as the dementor glided closer to you, finally kissing you.

You felt as if you were drowning. Your lungs felt as if they were filled with water, stealing your breath away, leaving you to suffocate. All you could see was the dementor, it's menacing appearance rendering you immobile. You were paralysed. You couldn't move, you couldn't run away. This was it, this was how you died.

Then, suddenly, a bright white light pierced the darkness that had almost swallowed you whole. It was almost blinding as you glanced towards it, your vision blurring. You struggled on the ground, your eyes fighting to stay open as they caught a glimpse of what looked to be like... a... doe?

As you let your eyes roll back to the gloomy and black sky above you, it felt like you were in slow motion - everything was spinning and the lids of your eyes were feeling heavier and heavier; the freezing cold that once had you within it's grasp subsiding. The roar of rushing blood in your ears muffled the screaming voice from afar. You wanted to scream out, to beg them for help, but you couldn't. Your voice was no where to be heard.

As you laid motionless upon the frosted grass, your muscles relaxed, your body finally caving as the black abyss swallowed your vision.

Peace.

A quiet rustling of what sounded like metal against metal stirred you awake. You felt your fingers twitch as you gradually shuffled the tiniest bit against some soft sheets that you'd been carefully wrapped up in.

"She's awake." A soft, feminine voice called out from beside you; your eyes slowly, but painfully fluttering open.

"How are you feeling?" A familiar, warm voice poked at your ears. You blinked as your eyes followed the source of the sound, a blanket of relief encasing you as you saw Professor Lupin perched on a chair beside where you laid.

"Erm," You croaked, sitting up on your elbows in a leisurely manner. "What the hell happened?" You asked quietly, confused. Glancing about the room with squinted eyes, you noticed that you were in the hospital wing, sat in a bed, neatly wrapped up like a cocooned caterpillar in blankets.

"You were attacked by a dementor." Lupin put it simply, though he kept his tone soft, a hint of concern laced beneath. "Do you remember anything?" He further questioned you, curious. You looked back to him, letting yourself fall back into the bed. "Here," Lupin reached into his pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. "It'll help." He said, offering it to you.

You took it gratefully, unwrapping the crackly plastic covering slowly, feeling your mouth suddenly salivate at the sight of the sugary treat. "Thank you, Remus." You smiled weakly at him whilst trying to wrack your brain for any remaining memories of the attack, taking a bite out of the chocolate. You sat there for a moment, staring down at your lap as you sifted through your memories, chewing at a slow pace. You remembered leaving Ben, then the cold... that was it... "No, I'm sorry." You mumbled, feeling a little useless.

"Don't apologise, we're all just very glad you're okay." Remus smiled at you, his moustache twitching. You nodded in agreement with him, keeping quiet. "You were lucky that Severus was there to save you that night." Your eyes instantly snapped to Lupin's, widening in surprise.

"Wait, what?" You choked out. It felt like someone had just punched your chest. Snape saved you? How did he...? Remus seemed a little concerned at your reaction as his brows knitted together in slight curiosity. "Sna... Severus was the one...?" You breathed out, shock stiffening your body, your throat tightening as your lips spoke his name.

"He was." Remus tilted his head at you, inquisitive blue eyes studying you. "He was on duty that night and heard your screams."

You couldn't believe what was coming out of Remus's mouth. Were you dreaming? Were you in some horrible, twisted nightmare? You had so many questions running through your mind that you couldn't keep up.

"Also, you keep saying 'that night', how long have I been... here?" You questioned Lupin, your voice weakening as you glanced around the hospital wing, noticing how empty it was. Only one other person was here and it was a student dressed in a Quidditch outfit with an icepack resting on his forehead. You deduced that he had probably fallen off of his broom during a match.

"Just over two days, Y/N." Remus replied slowly, continuing to observe you for any possible ailments. You blinked.

"What day is it?"

"Sunday," The professor replied before twisting his arm to check his watch. "Six fifty-two in the evening, to be exact."

"Right," You exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling, becoming lost in your thoughts. You thought you were alone outside. Why did- how did Snape know you were there? Did this mean something? Was this his way of- no, don't be silly, for Merlin's sake.

It's merely a coincidence, you chastised yourself. I should be glad he was there, I wouldn't be sat here right now if he wasn't, you thought, sighing frustratedly through your nostrils.

"I need to talk to him." You said quickly, beginning to sit up but Lupin quickly pushed you back down into the bed, his mouth flattening into a straight line.

"You need to rest." He replied sternly, his hand resting firmly against your shoulder as he forced you back down.

"I feel perfectly fine, Remus. I appreciate your concern but-"

"I'm sorry, but it's Madam Pomfrey's orders." He cut you off, an apologetic look softening his features. You sighed at him, a little irritated, but you understood where he was coming from. You did need to rest up, you didn't feel like you were in the best of headspaces. You still felt a little disorientated.

There was a moment of silence before you reluctantly gave in, giving Lupin a soft nod, avoiding his eyes. "Fine." You settled into the hospital bed, glancing out at the window to your right, watching quietly as beads of rain dripped down the glass pane.

"If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask me." Lupin smiled warmly at you. You hummed quietly, returning his smile.

"Actually, Remus, erm," You cleared your throat, shuffling under the pale white sheets. "I was hoping to ask you if you could mentor me? To produce a patronus charm?" You asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Lupin's brow quirked at your proposal.

"Of course," Remus nodded as the surprised expression that had slipped onto his face clearly showed that he wasn't expecting you to ask him such a question. "We can start on Tuesday, seven o'clock. My classroom."

You felt your body relax at his answer. "Thank you so much." You said, your smile widening.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N, now please, get some rest." A gentle chuckle rumbled within Lupin's chest as he tilted his head at you like a parent would at their child. You scrunched your nose up at him jokingly and rolled over onto your side, tugging the blanket up and over your shoulders.

"Goodnight, Remus." You said quietly with a hint of amusement in your tone, closing your eyes. As the echo of his receding footsteps began to grow quieter and quieter as he left, you let your body finally rest, gradually dozing off.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Snape's deep, languid voice echoed from behind his door, sending a nervous shiver down your spine. You'd slipped out of your hospital bed once you had woken up, determined to pay Snape a visit, despite the storm of butterflies swirling in your stomach. When you checked the clock before leaving, it had struck almost eleven-thirty at night.

You pursed your lips, slipping inside his office and leaning against the back of the door as it clicked shut. "How did you know it was me?" You asked a little awkwardly as your eyes flicked to Snape who still had his nose buried in a pile of assignments atop of his neatly-arranged desk. A flutter of envy flew through your chest as you silently admired how organised the man was. Your desk was a mess, you barely had enough time to keep it clean, let alone organised.

"Few people opt to bother me at such an... ungodly hour." Snape sighed, rather exhaustedly, not bothering to glance at up you. Usually you'd chastise him for ignoring you, but you felt like you owed him your life from the whole ordeal a couple days ago, so you chose to brush past the bitterness in his voice. Snape spoke again after several seconds of silence. "Speaking of, what is it that you need from me?"

"Erm," you choked, eyes falling anxiously to the floor, "I just wanted to... say thanks." You said, silently dreading Snape's reply as you looked back up to find him staring at you. Your body ignited at the sight, and you could feel your cheeks starting to burn. Nothing has changed then, you thought, a little embarrassed and somewhat disappointed in yourself.

"I believe we spoke about saying 'thanks'." Snape quirked a brow at you, his dark eyes scrutinising you as you leant against his office door. You huffed at him. He paused for a moment, studying your weak, pale-looking body. "Nevertheless, you're welcome. I suppose such a situation... warrants a thank you." He added, tone flat.

There was another blanket of awkward silence. "Who were you with?" He asked. Your blood ran cold. Here we go, you thought.

"Remember a year ago, when we were brewing the Mandrake Draught?" You spoke hesitantly, avoiding Snape's intense gaze. He hummed, as if to encourage you to continue. "Remember when we spoke about Benjamin Bluewater?" You added, voice going quiet at the end. You braved a glance at the Potions Master, who now looked very disappointed. Fuck.

"You were with... Bluewater?" Snape tried to hide the jealousy in his voice. "Why were you with such a scoundrel so late at night?" You flinched at his harsh tone.

"He's changed, Snape, he's not the same troublemaker as he was in school," you sighed, "he's working at the Ministry of Magic, for Merlin's sake."

"I highly doubt a boy such as him can 'change', Y/N." Snape hissed, averting his eyes back to the parchment in front of him. He felt his skin burning with anger as you spoke about Bluewater so casually. Your heart leapt at the sound of your name leaving his lips.

"And how do you know that, Severus?" You scoffed at him. Snape's hardened eyes snapped up to yours, your harsh tone obviously hitting a nerve in him.

"Boys like him do not change, Y/N, they merely manipulate you to think so." He sneered at you. "And a woman like you is an easy target." He added, igniting a once-extinguished rage within you.

"Excuse me?" Your brows furrowed together furiously. Snape stared at you, an icy glare plastered on his pale face. "A woman like me?"

"You are far too trusting, Y/N," Snape bit, baring his teeth as he rose from his desk, "you are a true Hufflepuff. You have no respect for yourself; you struggle with the prospect of being alone so you reduce yourself to be with a lowlife such as Bluewater." The booming of your heart began to deafen you as you listened to Snape's ruthless words, each syllable digging a knife deeper into your chest. "Are you so afraid of the idea of loneliness that you really think you belong with a miscreant such as him?" He spat at you as you spun on your heels, rushing towards his door, the reality of his words becoming too hard for you to handle. You were breathing so heavily that each breath you took was starting to burn your throat, like you had swallowed the thorny stem of a rose.

Your shaking hand hovered over the handle of his office-door, lingering as you debated between running away like you always did, or confronting your fears.

You turned around, facing Snape with glossy eyes and red cheeks, unafraid. "You have no idea what you're talking about." You hissed at him furiously, stalking towards the raven-haired man with such determination that it made him flinch out of surprise.

"Don't I?" Snape mused, returning to his usual stoic and cold demeanour. He stood tall, towering over your shorter figure, his lips curling up into a sneer as he bent down to look at you in your teary eyes. "I taught the boy for seven years, Y/N. You think I do not know him better than you do?" 

"I..." You stuttered, snapping your jaw shut as you tipped your chin down, submitting to Snape's cruel tone. 

"You deserve better than him." Snape said quietly, softening his tone as he noticed your form trembling with bottled rage and frustration. He pitied you in this moment, in fact, he wished he could save you from such heartache, but it wasn't his place. Not now, not ever.

"You don't know what I deserve, Severus." You bit back in a harsh whisper. Snape's jaw ticked and your chest tightened as his name fell from your lips for the first time in months. He swiftly moved from behind his desk in a sweep, his long, billowing cloak trailing behind him as he stood in front of you; an unusually calm expression softening the cold, unfeeling glare that once laid upon his features.

Snape parted his lips, staring down at you, mulling over his words for a brief moment. "No, I don't," He said quietly, tilting his head at you, studying your distraught eyes. "However, that does not mean I can't usher you in the right direction." He added, clasping his hands behind his back. "It... pains me to see you so... unhappy." You looked up at him, a stray tear embarrassing you as it rolled down your cheek. You quickly swiped it away, and looked away from him, staring at the record player that you had accidentally triggered all that time ago. You felt another bout of tears brim your eyes again as your mind replayed the tender memory of you and Snape sharing such an intimate moment together.

"How did you know where I was that night?" You questioned him quietly, ignoring his previous comment, desperate not to break down in tears in front of the man you had grown to adore.

"It wasn't hard to pinpoint your location when you were screaming bloody murder." Snape replied, a hint of faint amusement lingering in his tone. You huffed at his words, prompting him to quirk at brow at you questioningly.

"Yeah, well," You swallowed thickly, glancing back up at him through your wet lashes. If you asked him any more questions you were certain you'd start hysterically sobbing. "Thanks. Again." You choked out, nodding gently.

Severus hummed at you. He felt unusually warm as the two of you were silent, quietly savouring the rare, peaceful moment.

Your cheeks had pinkened again as you studied his face, your stomach going bananas as your eyes became glued to his. You felt yourself subconsciously leaning towards him, slowly, like the pull of two magnets. Snape's breath hitched in his throat as he watched your eyes drop to his lips, eyeing them hungrily. He hesitated slightly, his mind beginning to race with plentiful amounts of reason as to why he should stop what was about to happen, however, he found himself tossing them to the side, carelessly.

The way the soft, amber hue of the candles illuminated your wet cheeks made you look so fragile, he just wanted to cradle you indefinitely; an aching urge protect you from the outside world. You felt Severus nudge his prominent nose against yours in a gentle, tender gesture; your eyes fluttering at the intimacy. His hot breath was dancing across your face as the two of you grew closer, noses grazing.

Though, before your lips could meet, Snape's office door swung open, revealing Professor McGonagall clutching a candle dressed in her nightgown.

"Severu- oh!" She gasped, watching as the two of you quickly dispersed from each other. "Am I interrupting something?" McGonagall eyed the two of you inquisitively, her lips pouting together. You cleared your throat and clasped your hands together in front of you, blinking quickly. Your cheeks were still scorching hot.

"No." Severus quickly answered, broadening his shoulders as he dared to glance at you. He straightened his posture and averted his attention to his older colleague, staring at her expectantly. "What's the matter, Minerva?" He asked, an underlying tone of irritation in his voice. Your heart fluttered as you looked to Severus, noticing his usually pale face had a tinge of pink to it.

"Black is in the castle." She said with a worried voice, prompting you to snap your head up at Minerva. What? Sirius Black is inside Hogwarts?

Part 10!

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*image of Jensen Ackles is used with permission of the photographer Mandi Lea Photogtaphy.

Summary: After a significant career shift and subsequent break-up, Brandy Miller moves to Wayne County, Pennsylvania, to be closer to family. She invests in a small, sight-unseen condo in a “quiet, charming neighborhood with views of the Poconos and neighbors you can count on.” One particular neighbor seems to have a unique interpretation of what that means.

Characters: Brandy Miller x Soldier Boy, Serge Bernard, Kimiko Miyashiro (mentioned), Maggie Shaw, Annie January, Hughie Campbell, MM (mentioned), John James Davis (AKA Homelander but just as SB’s 21yo son), Butcher (mentioned)

Warnings/tags in this chapter: 18+ ONLY, sexual tension, sexual objectification, rough and degrading sex dream, alcohol, Soldier Boy is a terrible father, explicit sexual content

Words in this chapter: 3,500

Author’s notes: Soldier Boy will be referred to by many names in this fic. The full name I’ve given him is Benjamin James Davis III.

Thank you to @brrose-apothecary @stusbunker and @talltalesandbedtimestories for pre-reads and green lights!

This fills my #Inconsiderate Neighbor square for @jacklesversebingo

CHAPTER ONE

The last five years have been wild. A global pandemic impacted our life choices and decisions more than any other event in the previous 50 years. Career shifts, resettling in vastly different communities, honest declarations of who we are as people and who we love — these things I’ve witnessed first-hand.

I was an executive for a nationally renowned advertising agency. My partner of six years was a successful stock trader. About three weeks into our second lockdown, I realized I couldn’t stand the guy. I went through every reason why I’d have stayed for so long if he was so horrible. I wondered if he hated me too. Then one day, he told me.

“Brandy, I can’t do this anymore.”

He didn’t hate me; he just didn’t love me. He wasn’t horrible; he just wasn’t for me. 

Working remotely gave me a similarly renewed perspective on my career choice. I worked 12 hours a day from my home office overlooking Central Park, drank a bottle of wine to go to sleep, then got up the next morning to do it all over again. Meanwhile, everyone in America was tightening their purse strings on ad spend.

Now, I’m in the Honesdale borough of Wayne County, Pennsylvania, working as a freelance document review specialist. I’m single, own my two-bedroom condo outright, and spend Sundays with my sister Amber and her two teenagers over in Damascus. 

These changes introduced me to a set of concepts that I had previously denied. I thought I was happy, successful, content. 

But I’m told that a constant desire for more hinders contentment. Comparison is the thief of joy, as they say. A sense of entitlement will always bite you in the ass. A lack of gratitude prevents you from appreciating what you already have and fosters a need for something beyond.

As it happens, I have a prospective client meeting in Scranton this afternoon, and my brand-new Jeep won’t start. I guess they don’t make them like they used to. 

“Brandy, mon amie, where are you?” my friend Serge answers my call with worry in his voice.

“My truck won’t start,” I whine.

Last month, I complained to Serge and his partner-in-all-things Kimiko that government work was beginning to bore me. I like new things, which is a bummer, considering desire hinders contentment. Kimiko offered to introduce me to her brother, who works with one of the largest healthcare companies in the country. 

“Oh, cher...” Serge laments in sympathy.

“I know, I know. And this fucking podunk town’s got like two cabs and one Lyft serving the entire county.”

I roll my neck and eyes in frustration, and in my periphery, I glimpse a man inside a single garage stall working on a motorcycle. I’ve never seen him before, but judging by the military-themed tattoos, evident dexterity with the tools he’s wielding, and his proportions, he’s the ‘asshole military contractor’ my next-door neighbor, Maggie, told me about when I moved in. 

Serge frets in Frenglish on the other end of the line before returning to the point. “On se’n occupe. We will handle it.”

I watch my newly discovered neighbor deftly flex and twist and wonder if he’s as adept with other motor vehicles. “Please tell Kimiko I’m sorry and understand if this opportunity’s off the table now.”

My words are meant for Serge, but the man not 10 yards away sends me a subtle, knowing look. There’s an enduring facet of competence and perception in every flick of his eyes and wrist, every shrug of his thick, broad shoulders, and the taunting slant of his jaw. He knows I’m watching him and knows I’m in a bind. 

He pities me.

I tell Serge that I’ll let him know how things go with the car before ending the call then tentatively head toward my neighbor’s garage stall.

“Hey there, I’m Brandy.” I thumb over my shoulder, indicating the general area of my condo. “Are you BJ?”

He smirks at his greasy wrench before answering, “BJ, Soldier Boy, Captain,” then pauses as he drags his eyes from his task to pin me in place. “Take your pick, sweetheart.”

He looks me down and up, slow and heavy, licking his lips. His demeanor would be comical at best and frightening at worst if I weren’t so stunned by the sheer audacity. As he unfolds from a squat, his muscles shift and grind under his sweat-slicked skin. He wipes his filthy hands on a filthier rag and saunters toward me. I have never in my life been so blatantly objectified right to my face.

“Need a ride?” he asks, meeting my eyes again. The rounded toes of his grungy work boots tap the points of my Jimmy Choos.

“I-” I attempt to speak but don’t know what to say. I should be outraged. I should tell him he can’t just look at people like that. He can’t just invade my space.

He tilts his head, and his eyes drop to my chest. “You're all flushed, Brandy. Feeling okay?” He drops his rag to the concrete before ghosting a finger along my collarbone.

Air returns to my lungs and the flush in my chest rises up my throat to my face. I smack his hand away and take a step back. “What the fuck?! Do you always harass and assault women half your size, or is it just me?”

Centuries of gaslighting threaten to drown me from one single look. And then he speaks. “My bad. Didn’t know you were a prude.”

He raises his hands in feigned surrender before returning to his bike.

“I’m a prude because I don’t like being evaluated like a pig going to slaughter?”

He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Listen—no harm, no foul, alright? I thought you were game; you’re not, no big deal.”

“Man, I came over here as a neighbor to introduce myself. You clearly heard part of my call and know my car isn’t starting. I thought, since you’re in here working on a motorcycle, you might also know something about cars.”

He nods. “Got it. Is that where we’re at right now? You want me to take a look at your car?”

“Jesus- what?! Are you for real?”

“No? Okay, then.” He turns his back, and I stare at him for a moment.

Thoughts swirl through my mind. Where is your spine, Brandy? Show him what you’re made of. This isn’t over until you say it is.

A slave to my guts and ego, I’m determined to re-engage. “Yes.” 

He slowly faces me again, eyebrows raised and head tilted in question. “Yes?”

“Yes. I’d appreciate it if you’d take a look at my Jeep.”

His expression shifts—softens, some might say, but his eyes remain hard and cold. “‘Course. What kinda neighbor would I be if I didn’t?”

He strides toward my two-car stall across from his, and I follow with no other excuse than my competitive spirit and morbid fascination with opposition. 

“You pay extra for two stalls?” he asks, glancing at the gym area I’ve set up beside my Jeep before rounding its hood.

From what I’ve gathered in this brief and bracing interaction, Captain BJ Benjamin Soldier Boy isn’t a small-talk kind of person, but I’m not sure yet why he’s asking a simple question like that. I decide to answer as simply.

“Yeah.”

He nods and gestures to the driver’s seat. “Pop the hood.”

I watch through my windshield and the slant of space between the hood and my dash as he quickly pokes and prods at things I know nothing about. Less than two minutes later, he drops the hood shut and walks around to the open driver’s side door.  

“Try it now.” He’s rubbing his hands together and his brow is slightly furrowed like he wishes he hadn’t tossed that rag aside in his garage.

I turn the key in the ignition, and it starts with no issue. 

My morning started with limited knowledge of this man and the inner workings of my Jeep. I had a single goal in mind to expand my client portfolio. I did not grow my business, I have not learned anything new about my vehicle, and my introduction to my neighbor has provided me with very little satisfaction. 

“Coupla loose terminals. It happens with new cars. Gotta break ‘em in.”

I flick my eyes to meet his. He holds my gaze, licks his bottom lip back between his teeth, then backs away before strolling away. 

+

“He’s the fucking poster boy for misogyny.”

Maggie nods as she tops off my glass of wine. “Yeah, calling him an asshole is an insult to assholes, honestly.”

“I felt like I was transported back to the 1950s or something. He’s a caricature of misogyny.”

“The embodiment,” Maggie replies, settling back into her sofa and sipping her wine.

“Does he think that works on women? Like, are there women in his sphere who respond favorably to his behavior? He can’t be rewarded by it. Maybe he’s conducting a social experiment.”

Maggie laughs. “You’re giving him way too much credit.”

“Then why?”

Maggie stares at me for a beat. “The question is, why do you care?”

I’ve thought of nothing else since he left me in my garage yesterday morning. I felt defeated by him. Used, somehow. Inconsequential in the end.

“I hate how he made me feel.”

Maggie remains silent and intent. She’s a great listener, and she never judges.

“I had a dream about him last night.”

She nods. “And how did that make you feel?”

I shake my head and draw a deep breath. It made me feel hot and wild. I was angry and hungry for him. Or for redemption, revenge, or victory. 

“It makes no sense. We interacted for like 10 minutes and I haven’t seen him since. That’s why I care. I can’t get him out of my head. I keep thinking of what I should’ve said or done instead of standing there like a deer in headlights.”

“Don’t let your pride rule you with him. He has no morals, no decency. You won’t win.” 

“You think I’m trying to win something.” 

She’s right. Maggie and I are a lot alike, but she’s smarter and more cautious than I am. Somewhere along the line, she learned a lesson I have yet to let sink in. She learned to resist a challenge and walk away. 

“Aren’t you?”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

“Let’s change the subject,” Maggie suggests. “Did you get that meeting rescheduled, or is it dead?”

I fill her in on my chat with Kimiko. Kimiko’s brother Kenji was gracious enough to reschedule for next week, and I decided it best to go up the night before and spend the night with her and Serge in case I have any other car problems. 

Maggie opens a second bottle of wine and we proceed with our binge of Dead To Me on Netflix. 

+

I’m face down on my weight bench, straddling the padded seat with his fist in my hair and his cock hammering me from behind. He’s saying things to me, violent, hateful words, calling me names.

My wrists are bound, I’m blindfolded, and I am so wet. So wet from his rough hands, the way he slaps my ass and hips and pulls my hair. His voice is deep and rich, and it dominates the atmosphere and my mind. 

He’s had me so many times already, and he wants more. He wants to devour me. He can’t get enough of me.

And I never want him to stop. He treats me like a whore, tells me I’m his whore, and I can’t stop soaking his cock and slicking up the bench. 

“You fucking love my cock.”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me.”

I wake up in a sweat after a third night dreaming of him. I feel fractured and unlike myself. I’ve never wanted the kinds of things I’m dreaming about him. I’ve never wanted a man to degrade me or tie me up. 

And this man is a pig of a man. 

But I can’t get him out of my head.

I’m aching and breathless. My sheets are soaked from sweat and my pussy. I reach into my nightstand for my vibrator to soothe the twitching between my legs and rid him from my mind. I think about all the things that usually get me off, but he just keeps coming back around with big, rough hands and dirty words, and teeth that score my tender flesh.

I come silently, arching into my mattress, imagining his hands around my wrists and his cock driving into me hard.

+

When I told the newlyweds who live across the hall from my nemesis that I’d never been to our neighborhood bar, they invited me to join them for burgers and beers. 

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but Butcher’s is an institution. I literally grew up in this bar,” Annie tells me as her husband Hughie distributes sticky menus and napkin roll-ups. 

“I’ll get a pitcher,” Hughie says and heads to the bar.

“I like it. Thanks for bringing me.”

I glance around the space, taking in old pictures and carved sentiments in the wooden beams. It still smells faintly of cigarette smoke after decades of No Smoking laws have been enforced. It reminds me of my favorite New York dive bar.

“Well, I’m glad. I’m sure it can’t be easy to transplant to a place like Honesdale where everybody knows everybody.”

“You know, it hasn’t been too bad. Between you two and Maggie, I’m meeting all the neighbors and learning the ropes like a real local.”

I don’t mention the man who’s rapidly infiltrated every dark corner of my brain since we’re having such a nice time. I don’t want to spoil it, but you don’t always get what you want.

“Ugh, BJ,” Annie gripes, reaching for a menu even though she surely has it memorized. “He is so gross.”

I hazard a glance in the direction of her glare to see the bane of my existence waltzing toward the bar. 

“He better not fuck with Hughie,” Annie says, narrowing her eyes as he brushes shoulders with her groom. 

Hughie gracefully ignores the man’s obvious intention to needle him, gathers three chilled pint glasses and our pitcher, and rounds the crowd away from Captain Creep to return to the table.

“Who’s the kid?” I ask, finally noticing a quiet young man with BJ at the bar.

“That’s his son John. That kid’s been through the wringer with BJ and his mom. I don’t know why he still comes around; he clearly cannot stand the man any more than us.”

John’s smaller than his dad. He’s almost delicate-looking with a thick swath of blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He doesn’t have the swagger of the man next to him, and he seems to wish he were anywhere but here.

“MM, my man, it’s my boy’s 21st birthday! Get him a whiskey and a round for the house on me.”

“Hey.” Hughie settles the pint glasses on the table before filling each one, serving Annie and me first, then sitting down to pour his own. “John’s 21st. This oughtta be an interesting night.”

Annie tells me stories about babysitting John when he was a kid. He was sweet and gentle, quiet but curious, and his dad taunted him for it.

“He called his 6-year-old son a pussy.” She shakes her head. “Who does that?”

John slides into a barstool and idly sips his whiskey. A few of the older patrons wish him Happy Birthday, and MM makes a point to keep his water glass and popcorn bowl full while John’s dad struts around, flirting with every woman and slapping the backs of every man. 

It’s odd to see people react to him positively. Men, no matter their age, appear to admire him, and every woman he smiles at blushes and giggles. 

“They don’t know him like we do,” Hughie says. “Should we order? Butcher’s in the back tonight.”

I decide on the ”Terror,” a half-pound beef burger with taleggio, prosciutto, and peperoncini, medium-well. Annie recommends the cheesy house fries with special sauce as a shared dish, and within 20 minutes, we have our food and a second pitcher.

A soft buzz from light American beer warms and loosens me up. In this state, I’m less critical of my thoughts about the man who’s starred in my most desperate and debased dreams this past week. 

He looks good. He’s agile and powerful, which is a spectacular combination. People laugh at his jokes. They gravitate toward him. They think he’s charming and handsome, and from the background of Annie’s stories, I learn that he’s a war hero. 

It’s nice to feel something other than the overwhelming angst and shame I’ve felt all week. He affects people; it’s okay. I’m not an outlier. I just have to ride this out.

We finish our food, and I excuse myself to the restroom. There’s a vanilla candle burning on a table beside a well-loved armchair, a basket with single-size toiletries, pads and tampons, condoms, hand soap, and lotion. Definite homey vibe.

As I step through the door into the hallway, I’m jolted from my chill by a deep voice.

“Look at you all caszh and relaxed.” 

He’s propped between the men’s and women’s, so close I brush his arm when I whirl around to connect the voice with a face.

“Jesus, you scared me.”

“Hmm.” He pushes off the wall and turns into me, backing me against the closed door.

“There’s that flush,” he murmurs. He does that thing with his finger again that made me smack his hand away earlier this week. This time, I let him.

“Is it because I scared you,” he pauses and catches my eye. “Or something else?”

I close my eyes and let my head fall back to the door, feeling the heat and buzz of a potentially malicious yet certainly pleasurable outcome. He slides a knee between my thighs and skims a heavy hand over my hip, nuzzling against my throat with a low chuckle.

My breath catches in my chest under the hand he has pressed there, holding me in place, keeping me where he wants me. Ire swirls and rises from my gut, and I grip his t-shirt in my fists to yank him into the restroom.

“There she is.” He stumbles backward with a grin as I throw the lock.

“Shut up.” I push him to sit in the chair before climbing astride him and diving in.

His lips are plush and demanding, his beard is soft, and his mouth is superheated and whiskey-wet. He’s hard and hot everywhere I touch as I tug at the button and zipper of his jeans. His hands roam over denim and my cotton t-shirt. He nips at my lips and toys with the button of my jeans.

“Fuck,” I growl, pushing out of his lap to get my pants down.

Before I know it, he’s spun me around, and he’s shimmying my jeans and underwear over my hips and down my thighs. He slumps into the chair and fits a condom over his length, then juts his hips forward to give me a place to rest. One long arm wraps my middle, and he slips two fingers over my wet slit. The wide pads of his fingertips swirl around my clit, and I brace my hands on the arms of the chair. Then he’s teasing me with his hard cock, rutting underneath, making me squirm. 

When he finally pushes inside, I shout and groan from the stretch and insane rhythm he’s keeping on my clit. I go off—ride him, pumping my thighs and elbows, using his arm around my middle for leverage. 

In less than a minute, I’m coming. One second later, he’s on his feet with me on my knees in the chair. He forces me to bend and hold onto the back, grips my bare hips, and pushes inside me again. He’s muttering, grunting, and, god, he’s hitting that spot with every thrust. 

“Come on, Brandy,” he gasps. “Lemme feel that tight little cunt come again. Make me come.”

I reach down between my legs and press over my mound, relishing his measured thrusts. I’m booze and fuck drunk, and my ears are ringing. His hands tighten on my hips, and we both come, swearing and howling.

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DC x Marvel Fic Recs 2, Electric Boogaloo

Welcome back to another DC x Marvel fic rec list! It’s been about a year since I made the first one, and I thought it would be appropriate(and festive!) to share people's work again, and also as a sort of year recap of what I’ve read. The first one was over 1 and a half years of reading, and covers most of the fics that are still influencing how people write DC and Marvel crossovers today. 

Specifically, if you take only one thing away from it, it’s that reading Dark Matter can give you context for why writers make certain choices when writing their Peter Parker in DC fics. There are some, many even, where Peter has green eyes and a white streak in his hair by default, and it is never explained. DM has had such a huge influence on an entire crossover fandom, and I think because of that it’s worth a read, if not just for the context it’ll give for other works.

On a smaller side note, I’ve always wanted to say that the lack of synopses on the last few recs of my first list wasn’t because I thought they didn’t deserve as much attention, but because I was up late at night making it, and decided at some point that I was very tired and wanted to be done with it. And then I just never added them, and here we are a year later.

Like last time, let's start with some Peter Parker fics:

Nothing Left to Lose by @seek--rest

Set after No Way Home, Dick Grayson finds himself in a New York he doesn’t recognize, and being helped by a hero he’s never heard of. A hopeful story about legacy, choices, and trying your best even if it’s not enough.

Don't Let Go (but loosen your death grip) by @missquestion

Where DC and Marvel are the same world, Peter only has a mind for death after he and half the universe get snapped back into existence. This one feels like the start of a larger universe.

Friendly Interdimensional Neighborhood Spider-Man by @mysterycyclone

A super simple and not at all gutting fic about (Insomniac) Spider-Man helping Nightwing win a fight. That’s all.

What’s in the name by @medieval-hippie

A very cute crack fic about Bruce becoming Peter’s guardian, and Peter being unable to be anything but a little shit about it.

The Wrong Side of the Coin by Anonymous

Working for Gotham’s DA Harvey Dent is one of the stranger job experiences Peter’s had… The fic hasn’t gotten to that yet, but the writing style has absolutely captivated me. Reminds me of your style, @songue85! It feels like the beginning of an adventure.

The Unsteady Retirement of One Mr Peter Benjamin Parker by aestorian

Beaten down by the hero life, 22 year old Peter retires to a civilian life of selling coffee. Arbitrary dimensional travel and Gotham vigilantes trailing him like ducklings be damned.

Ship Oriented Fics:

no map to my own treasure by @blackkatmagic

A short fic where Batman meets Moon Knight for the first time and is slightly smitten. I think this is a great introduction to them, and could be your starting place to read Kat’s long moonbat fic, in labyrinths of reflections, which I recced in the first list. I absolutely adore labyrinths, and if you couldn’t tell, I’m really trying to get you to read it.

Winter Quarters by @teeelsie-posts

Clint Barton and Dick Grayson, growing up in the circus together. Full of love and loss and hope, this is another story that’s very dear to my heart.

The Dawn Will Break Before You by @thepartyresponsible

When trying to steal the tires off his car, Jason instead finds himself eating pancakes with the car's owner Tony Stark, and being offered a job as his security. 

a fresh jar full of Skippy by brandywine421

A fun fic where Matt Murdock and Bruce Wayne plane-crash on a deserted island. Low stakes, lots of snarky banter.

And all the rest!

There are lots more Matt Murdock DC crossovers I would be reccing here, but they're already collected in this post.

Spider vs Bat vs Bird by @medieval-hippie

SHIELD sends Natasha Romanov to a gala to ascertain if Bruce Wayne is Batman. Instead, she has a fun evening with an energetic Jason Todd.

Infinite Reflections of a Two Way Mirror by @tiptapricot

At a party being held to celebrate Grant Industries expanding into Gotham City, Steven Grant finds a pleasant conversationalist in Harvey Dent.

like the tiny campfires we lit at night (—back at the beginning of the world.) by llamallamaduck

Teenaged Tony Stark runs away from home and starts making a living for himself in Gotham. When he meets a younger boy named Jason Todd, his attempts to help him are slow going, but Tony is stubborn. This is another one that is very special to me.

early next mornin’ (‘bout a half past nine) by @safelycapricious

Karen Page is kidnapped by the Joker, who wants to reenact one of his greatest jokes. Karen Page, who carries a gun in her purse.

but trust me to take you home by @daisyapples

After a chance meeting, Winter Soldier Bucky and a young Jason Todd swiftly imprint on each other; their journey to stay father and son is both heartbreaking, and heartwarming.

Interview with the CEO by @somesortofitalianroast

Lois Lane interviewing Pepper Potts. Written in a journalistic first person style that I don’t think I’ve seen before in fanfiction– I’m still quite charmed by this one.

The Robin and the Panther by @mysterycyclone

After Robin War, Duke Thomas continues to protect his City from the rooftops. When he meets a girl who needs to get back to her dimension, it’s just another day in the life. A bittersweet little story with the prevalent theme of grief.

suppose the body did this to us, (—made us afraid of love—) by llamallamaduck

Frank Castle moves to Gotham and meets Batman’s second Robin.

And that's it for 2024! For some final words, remember that fandom is a community, so when you like someone's thing, you should tell them that. A simple "This is lovely!" can go a long ways!

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Some Strings Attached

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: It was supposed to be a quick fuck. No strings attached. That was all. But six weeks later when you’re staring at two pink lines you realize there were some strings attached. And now you have no idea how to find the father because you only know his first name.

Warnings: Mentions of abortion, drinking, this chapter is a bit angsty

Word Count: 1.5k

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A/N: I kind of hate this chapter, but I think that's just my brain telling me it sucks because it's so short

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Turns out finding someone who’s first name was the only thing you knew about them was much harder than you thought. Jake might not have even been his first name. It could be his middle name or a nickname for all you knew. And the only other things you could remember were that he was from Texas and he was in the Navy. As far as you knew that could all be a lie and from your search he didn’t have much of a public social media presence. This whole thing completely backfired on you. You should have stayed celibate. Then you wouldn’t be in this position. 

Technically you still had an out. There was still time left to go to the clinic, but every time you thought about that it made you sad. No, this pregnancy wasn’t planned. And no, you didn’t really even know the father even if you knew who the father was. It wasn’t going to be easy, but when you finally told your parents and their faces lit up after the initial shock you knew you were making the right choice. Because dad or no day, this baby would always be loved, it would always have the best support system, because you had the best support system.

“Still nothing?”

“No, still nothing. Next time you get knocked up by a one night stand maybe get a little more information.” Cassie quipped on the other end of the phone.

“Ha. Ha.” You responded dryly. Cassie was trying to bring some humor to the situation. It had been two weeks since your first ultrasound and you had another cheek coming in two weeks. So far there was no bump, no one knew you were pregnant unless you told them. Which was how you wanted it right now. The only person outside of your parents and Cassie that knew was your boss. 

Out of everyone, you were most afraid of disappointing Mr. Benjamin. He had taken you under his wing the second you got hired on at the office. He knew your end goal was to become a lawyer and he was determined to make that happen. An unplanned pregnancy was the last thing you needed and you were scared he would no longer feel confident in your ability to achieve that goal. You had expected him to be upset, but he was the opposite. Turns out his eldest was an ‘oopsie baby’ as well.  He didn’t sugar coat that it wouldn’t be easy, especially as a single parent. He did say that if there was anyone more than capable of making it work, it would be you. 

“Yeah, next time I get knocked up by a green eyed mystery man I’ll be sure to say ‘hey, just in case you knock me up can I get your information?’. What dick deflator that’ll be.” You snorted at your own comment as you skimmed Ralph’s selection of prenatal vitamins. There were so many options and for the life of you you couldn’t remember the brand your doctor had recommended. You were focused on the bottle in your hands, reading about everything that was in it while Cassie droned on about something on the phone. So focused that you didn’t notice you were no longer the only person in the aisle until they spoke up.

“You’re pregnant?” Your body went stiff. It wasn’t a voice you heard often, but it was one you knew. 

“Cassie, I gotta go.” You hung up without so much as a goodbye and turned to face him. Standing with a basket hung on his arm, in a pair of service Khakis and a look you couldn’t quite read on his face was Jake. The Jake. This was definitely not how you envisioned him finding out. Hell, you hadn’t even figured that out yet. You wanted to find him before you got that far. 

Jake took a few steps closer to you and a wave of nausea hit. Whether it was from the baby or the situation at hand you weren’t sure, but it hit you hard and you were trying to keep a straight face. 

“Uh..yeah. I’ve been trying to find you, so I could tell you. Haven’t had much luck…o-obviously.” You let out a nervous laugh as you dug through your purse. Eventually you found the extra ultrasound picture you’d had printed. The one with all your information written on the back in your half-print-half-cursive handwriting. You’d made it that way in case you did find him and had decided to just leave a letter on his car or something when you wussed out on actually telling him in person. “Here, this was the first ultrasound.” Your hand was shaky as you held the glossy paper with the grainy photo of a blob on it. 

Jake softly grabbed it from you. Reading him was hard, but the second he looked up at you after a solid minute of staring you knew how he felt. 

“I don’t want any part of this.” It felt like a gut punch even though you had prepared for this kind of reaction from him. It was a lot. Even more so when you find out in the middle of a chain store vitamin aisle. “If you had some little plan to get pregnant for money or benefits it’s not going to work. I’m not ready to be a parent. I don’t want this kid. Keep it or not. You’re on your own.” He said it so coldly. Not at all warm and inviting like he’d been that night. You damn sure didn’t deserve to be called a gold digger.

Jake tried to hand the ultrasound back to you, but you just shook your head and shoved his hand back towards him. 

“Keep it. Throw it away. I don’t give a fuck.” You turned away from him. As much as you wanted to scream at him, this wasn’t the place. “It’s now or it’s never. If you decide you want to be part of this baby’s life, decide now, because whether it's a year or ten from now, I won’t give you the chance again.” The last thing you wanted for this baby was to have a flaky father. “With or without you, we’ll be just fine.” The nausea was ten times worse as you fled the aisle and the store all together. Completely forgetting about the reason you’d even gone in the first place. 

Any strength or confidence you’d had just now when facing Jake had been replaced with a steady stream of tears. Your car was silent except for your sobs. It took – well you weren’t sure how long it took you to calm down enough to drive home, but eventually you did. Finding Cassie waiting at your front door with two bottles in her hand – one sparkling grape juice and the other wine.

A raised eyebrow prompted Cassie to explain. “To celebrate I found Jake! Wait-” Her eyes narrowed and inspected your face closer. “You’ve been crying. Is this a pregnancy cry or did something happen?” You let out a heavy sigh as your key slid into the lock. 

Some time and a half-eaten pizza later the story was out. Telling it out loud made you feel even dumber than you already had. Of course he was going to react badly. This had been a no strings attached deal and here you were, attached to him by not just a string, but a fucking chain. You couldn’t exactly blame him for reacting the way he did. Doesn’t mean it didn’t feel any less shitty. 

Cassie, who was now almost a bottle of wine deep, looked as pissed as ever. 

“So he didn’t give you a chance to explain? Just called you a gold digger and said fuck this kid?” Swallowing hard you let out a nod. More or less that’s what he had said to you.”I’m gonna kill him.” You watched as she took the last swig of wine and then slammed the bottle down on the counter top. “I-I’m gonna castrate him! Yeah, s’can’t get anymore sweet girls like you knocked up!” You rolled your eyes and grabbed the empty bottle from Cassie. It was getting late and she was only over because tomorrow you guys were going to start packing your apartment up. You had yet to find a new place, but in the meantime you were going to crash at her place until you figured this whole thing out. 

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Cassie frowned at your words, but you just stood up and started searching your cabinet for ibuprofen and a pedialyte packet. When you looked at Cassie again she was starting to nod off. “Are you going to keep this whole ‘drinking for you and me’ schtick up the entire pregnancy?” You laughed as you helped her over to your couch. 

Cassie nodded, popped the ibuprofen and downed half the glass of pedialyte before collapsing on the couch and letting you tuck her in. 

“You’re gon’be such a good mama.” The redhead mumbled in her sleep, clutching onto the couch pillow. And you weren’t sure why, maybe it was the pregnancy or everything that had happened but it brought tears to your eyes. 

Jake or no Jake this baby was going to be loved.

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All We Need - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader - Chapter 1

A/N: chapter one to my topgun maverick fic, i hope you guys enjoy it! As always feedback is always welcome and request are always open.

Masterlist

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!pilot!Benjamin Reader (Athena)

Warnings: mentions of the mission for the movie, mentions to death angst and fluff, naval inaccuracies

Note: the reader is 28 and went through topgun when she was 20 (youngest in history for this story) Rooster is 34 Jake is also 28 (for this story them, Pheonix and Coyote went to top gun together when jake was about 24)

Prologue:

Part 2

I sighed as I pulled into the familiar driveway of the home I shared with my best friend Jake. I noticed that his truck wasn’t there so I assumed that he would be at my Aunts bar The Hard Deck.

Normally I would have gone as well but I was told six hours ago I had been recalled to TopGun in the middle of a six month deployment within an hour of being told I was on a plane, I wasn’t even able to send any of my family a message saying I was coming home.

A few years after Jake and I joined the Navy my parents had also moved back to San Diego to be closer to the entire family.

As I turned the car off I grabbed my duffle and headed onto the porch. Unlocking the door and stepping inside i saw my cousin sitting at the kitchen table. As I closed the door her head shot up and she ran towards me.

‘Y/N!!’ I giggle slightly as i wrapped my arms around her.

‘ Hey Amelia’

She pulled away some tears in her eyes.

‘No one told me you were coming home’

‘They couldn’t because they don’t know yet, I only found out about six hours ago.’ She nodded before wrapping me in a tight hug again. ‘I missed you Thena.’

Before i could respond i heard footsteps coming down the hallway of the bungalow, my head shot up as i looked at the small girl waddling down the hallway rubbing sleep out of her green eyes, blonde hair a mess. Her eyes shot wide open and she started running across the living room.

‘AUNTY THENA’ i laughed as i crouched down and scooped her up in my arms.

‘Hello Miss Daisy.’

‘Daddy home?’ She says through a yawn as she snuggled into my neck.

‘Not yet sweetie” she gave a small nod as i saw her eyes close. I turned to Amelia with a look that she immediately understood and moved to the kitchen to get her stuff and head out the front door. I slowly moved to grab my duffle bag and made my way to Daisy’s room to put her back to bed. As i went to put her down her grip tightened.

‘You have to go to bed sweetie.’

‘No I missed you.’

‘Want to have a sleepover then?’

Again she just nodded as i slowly made my way to my room finally she allowed me to put her down. It was a tradition to have sleepovers when Jake was on deployment or when i got home from one. I quickly grabbed a pair of flannel pants and Jakes old Navy t-shirt and went to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth. When i got back i noticed Daisy was asleep so i moved to grab a book, I was going to read the folder again to look at who I would be teaching but that could wait. As i started reading my eyes started to feel heavy before drifting off to sleep. I am not sure how long I had been asleep but i heard the door to my room shift slightly and the weight of my book lift from my grasp as there was a kiss placed on my forehead and the door closed again.

Jakes POV

I was standing in the Hard Deck with Coyote, we had been the first ones here out of the recalled squad, both of us being stationed in San Diego, the first group to walk through was Phoenix with two others i didn’t know. Soon we were introduced to Payback Fanboy and Bob. I went up to grab some beers from Penny when I saw more uniforms filter through, all of whom i recognised as other topgun graduates.

“What the hell kind of mission is this” i was broken out of my thoughts by Penny asking the question

“ I don’t know must be serious”

“Jake, just remember up in the sky you have someone who needs you here.”

I nod lowly at Penny, thoughts drifting to my 5 year old daughter, beside Coyote, Athena, Penny and Iceman, no one knew about Daisy, that is the way we wanted it since she came into our lives 5 years ago no more than a few weeks old dropped at my apartment with a letter from her mother a girl i barely remember saying she was giving up all parental rights and that I had full custody. It just so happened that Athena and I were both stationed in San Diego, after I called her she came to my apartment to see me with a distraught look and child in my arms. My best friend quickly took Daisy from my arms told me to pack what i needed and come stay with her and they would work it out together. When i got to her house later that night Admiral Kazansky was sitting in the living room Athena explaining the situation to ‘Uncle Ice’ who made sure that we were always stationed together and on seperate deployments.

I was broken out of my thoughts by Phoenix yelling across the bar.

“BRADSHAW is that you.” I turn to see Rooster walking across the bar so I turn and walk back to the pool table taking the cue out of Bobs hands

‘Bradshaw as I live and breathe.’

‘Hangman you look…..good’

‘I am good….I am too good to be true.’ I look up to see Rooster roll his eyes next to Phoenix

The conversation continues and i chime in making my arrogant comments to continue the Hangman personality that everyone knows and loathes.

“Everyone here is the best there is, who are they gonna get to teach us.” Phoenix stated which caught my interest there was only two pilots i could think to teach us Athena who was not here yet……..and Maverick.

‘The best of the best isn’t here though is she Phoenix?’ Bradley answers and I see her face drop slightly. I knew Athena’s history with Bradley and I know her and Phoenix are close having done many deployments together before, she is definitely Athenas best female friend bordering on a sister bond.

‘Where is she hangman?’ Phoenix says in a low voice Coyote and Bradley looking at me as well. My breathe hitches

‘Deployment 3 months now but we haven’t been able to contact here for the last month and a half.’ I say sadly and they all nod, we know that it is normal to not have contact but between the four us we know she normally only gets sent on the tough and dangerous missions. Rooster pats my shoulder as he walks past ‘she will be alright Jake, shes tough.’ I nod slightly in response.

Suddenly the juke box was ripped out of the wall and keys of the piano started, i roll my eyes I know whats about to happen, i approach the bar Coyote not far behind me when I spot Amelia across the bar, Amelia who is supposed to be looking after Daisy, i shoot a look at Coyote who just nods and i take off around the bar.

‘Amelia, is everything okay where is Daisy?’ The panicked look on my face is enough to make her giggle.

‘She is fine, she is at home probably having a sleep over right now.’ Amelia knew of the tradition between Athena and Daisy, I quickly look at Penny.

‘Just this once Hangman, you can ring it up tomorrow,,,go’ she said with a wide smile, i quickly ran towards the door to my truck and took off down the street towards our house.

When i finally got there i noticed her car in the driveway and the porch lights still on. I entered the house quietly and made my way towards the room that had been empty for three months i slowly push the door open and smile at the sight in front of me. Under the light of the night light is my best friend, curled up in a pair of flannel pant and my old shirt from flight school which she denies she took, curling into her side is a mess of blonde hair belonging to my daughter. I move to take the book out of Athenas hand and turn the light of before pressing a kiss to my girls foreheads, slowly making my way out of the room with a wide smile on my face.

Readers POV

The sound of my alarm buzzing woke me up turning to look at the time seeing it was 0500 groaning slightly i threw my legs over the side of my bed and made my way to the bathroom careful not to disturb the sleeping 5 year old next to me. As i made the walk to the bathroom i could hear snoring coming from Jakes room shaking my head and giggle slightly at the fact he still tries to deny he snores. I showered and got dressed in my uniform, i quickly headed back into my room to grab my duffle with my flight suit and the folder of information before heading out the front door to my car. After a short drive I arrived on base at 0600 i had a meeting with Cyclone Warlock and Mav at 0730 and the squad is reporting at 0830. I headed into the recreation room smiling slightly when i notice that it hadn’t changed since my topgun days 8 years ago. I sat at the bar with the radio and finally opened the folder to read exactly who had been recalled and as I began reading i recognised all the names some more personal than others, one thing i did notice was next to 9 names including mine, Jakes and Mavericks had in bold letters: PERMANENT POSTING.

- Phoenix: my best female friend and like a sister too me

- Bob: he is like my younger brother we met a year ago on his first station after he graduated top gun I took the shy WSO under my wing when i heard people saying mean things to him

- Payback and Fanboy: very close friends of mine where there is one the other always follows that was the running jokes when we were deployed together

- Coyote: Jakes best mate, my close friend and Uncle Javy to Daisy

- And finally Rooster: my heart dropped looking at my older surrogate brother I knew he was an amazing pilot but he was family and that made me worry especially with Mav here as a teacher

All the listed names to be here permanently were my family which made me nervous, looking through the names of the reserves i recognised a few but knowing Cyclone wanted me to pick from the permanent members terrified me, I had to choose my closest friends for a suicide mission. I had the documents laid out looking at them lost in thought.

‘You’re here early’ i jumped and turned around to where the voice came from. I quickly got up a smile on my face and ran for a hug

‘Hi Uncle Mav.’

‘Hi kiddo, why didnt you tell us you were coming back’

‘I only found out an hour before they put me on a plane then when i got home i crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow.’

‘So team leader and instructor that a lot of responsibility for a lieutenant.’

‘Lieutenant Commander now Uncle Mav.’ He looked at me in shock ‘surprised Uncle Ice didn’t mention it’

‘I haven’t spoken to him yet when did this happen’ i laugh

‘About a 2 weeks ago’ he nodded before looking down at the folder, ‘you and him going to be okay?’

‘I don’t know kid, i really don’t’

‘You need to tell him Uncle Mav, aunt Carole would be mortified if she knew she was the reason this happened.’ Mav looked at me in shock ‘12 year olds hear everything Mav.’ I knew about Mav pulling the papers, Mum and I had been staying with Carole and Brad while she was sick, he was 18 and wanted to join up, i heard the phone call where carole asked Mav to pull his papers but no one ever knew and I never spoke of it until now.

‘We are going to be a permanent squad after this Mav, you are going to have to work it out.’

‘We have to get through this first, i don’t think everyone is going to come home from it’ i nodded lowly, i had done my fair share of dangerous missions but this one scared even me.

‘Then lets train them so they all come home.’

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Barricade

Emily and Aaron's teenage daughter is exactly like her mother.

The only person who considers that a problem is Elizabeth.

-x-

Hi friends,

Another day, another mommy issues fic.

I had the idea for this when washing my hair, which is apparently when I have my more unhinged ideas. And writing it this evening has helped me distract myself from the increasing anxiety I am feeling about starting my new job tomorrow!!

I hope you enjoy this, I forgot how much I enjoyed writing them with slightly older kids, and I'd love to know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Difficult mother/daughter relationship (duh, it's me writing about Emily and Elizabeth)

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“Do we have to go?” 

Emily sighs as she turns to look at her daughter, raising her eyebrows at the 14-year-old before she looks at herself in the mirror again.

“Vi, you know we have to,” she replies as she adjusts her dress, critically looking up and down at her reflection, “Your grandmother asked us to go so we’re going.” 

It was yet another night spent at yet another event her mother had requested they go to. Ever since she and Aaron had got married and had children they’d been invited to more and more things like this, their mere existence, a family Emily was sure she’d never have perfect for Elizabeth’s public image. Emily was able to dodge some of the events, using the kids and their hobbies as excuses as well as her and Aaron’s work, but she knew when to pick her battles. And tonight wasn’t one of them. 

Violet leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest as she sighs, “How come Jack gets out of going?” 

Emily chuckles as she takes one last look at herself before she turns and walks towards Violet, “Because, honey, Jack is at college a few hundred miles away,” She lowers her voice and mutters under her breath, “Lucky kid.” 

Violet nods and stands up straight, “Dad is helping Benny with his tie, apart from that he’s ready to go. I talked him out of his light-up Spiderman sneakers.” 

She smiles as she thinks of her 12-year-old, the boy a double of his father right down to his more serious nature. He was quiet, reserved in a way neither she nor Violet were, and she knew it made her daughter protective of her younger brother. Something Emily hoped would continue forever, through the difficult teenage years that occasionally reared their ugly head, outbursts from the young girl that almost made Emily feel sorry for her own mother.

Almost. 

“Thanks, sweetie,” Emily says, tucking some of Violet's dark hair behind her ear. Just as wild and untamable as it had been when she was a toddler, a curl to it that neither Emily nor Aaron were sure where it came from. She looks at the dress she’d chosen for Violet to wear, the dark green material of it suiting her perfectly and she smiles, “You look very pretty.” 

Violet beams, smiling in a way that reveals her braces, and Emily watches how her cheeks pink up with embarrassment, “Thanks, Mom. You look pretty too.” 

“Vi, Em, we’ve got to get going.” 

They exchange a smile at Aaron’s shout up the stairs, and Violet rolls her eyes, “You just had to marry the most punctual man on the planet, didn’t you?” 

Emily chuckles and places her hand on Violet’s shoulder and squeezes as she turns her daughter around and leads her out of the room. 

“He has his uses,” she says, waggling her eyebrows as Violet looks at her, already laughing before the teenager reacts.

“Oh god, Mom. Gross.”

___

“How are you holding up sweetheart?”

She smiles as she looks at her husband, gratefully taking the glass of wine he offers her as he stands next to her, his arm snaking around her waist so he can rest his hand on her hip. 

“I’m surviving,” she says, looking at the dancefloor and smiling as she spots Violet and Benjamin dancing together, both of them laughing, “At least they are having fun.” She leans into his side, seeking out his comfort, “I miss the days when we could use their early bedtimes as an excuse to leave,” she says, sighing as he kisses her temple, “Or a case.” 

He smiles against her skin and kisses her once more before pulling away, “Sorry for retiring and throwing a spanner in the works for you.” 

She hums and tilts her head to look at him, “I’ll forgive you,” she says, winking at him, “It’s kind of my fault too for accepting that promotion.”

When he retired, content for Section Chief to be the highest he climbed in the FBI, she was the obvious choice for his replacement. It was a promotion she’d gladly accepted. Whilst she missed being part of the BAU, the timing, and the opportunity to spend more time with her family, were perfect. 

Even if it did mean she no longer had a valid excuse to dip out of her mother’s events early. 

Any further conversation is cut off as Elizabeth walks over with a man Emily vaguely recognises, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to remember who he is. 

“Emily, Aaron,” Elizabeth says as she comes to a stop in front of them, “You remember Russell Shaw,” she says, indicating to the man with her, “He’s the Head of Georgetown Day School.” 

It clicks into place, and Emily has to stop herself from sighing. Ever since she and Aaron had become engaged, and it became clear to Elizabeth that the relationship was going to last, she’d been insistent that they sent Jack to private school. It was something both Emily and Aaron made clear they didn’t want, and they repeatedly told her so again and again. Her comments about it only got more frequent after Violet and Benjamin were born, and her distaste for them going to public school, no matter how excellent the schools were, never wavering. 

This wasn’t the first, nor did Emily think it would be the last, time that Elizabeth blind-sighted them with one of her friends who just so happened to be a head of a private school. 

“Your mother tells me you have two children,” Russell says as he shakes Aaron's and then Emily’s hands. 

“Three,” Aaron corrects, his hand landing on Emily’s hip again, squeezing tightly in a way he knows she needs in moments like this, “Jack, our eldest, is at college - Yale,” he says, smiling as he always did when he thought of how his son had chosen Emily’s alma mater over his, “Violet and Benjamin are 14 and 12,” he adds, nodding over to them on the dance floor.

Russell smiles and casts a glance at the children, “Well,” he says, turning his attention to Emily, “Your mother tells me you’re interested in them potentially joining Georgetown Day School,” he says, and Emily grits her teeth, her eyes flashing to her mother’s as Aaron holds her even tighter, “We’d be delighted to have some Prentiss’ in our school community.”

“Hotchners,” Emily says, not missing how her mother tenses as she corrects the man in front of her.

“Excuse me?” Russel asks, clearing his throat, and picking up on the rising tension. 

“My children are Hotchners,” she repeats, a wide, yet fake, smile on her face, “Not Prentiss’. And we’re perfectly happy with the school they currently go to,” she says, looking at her mother, her gaze hardening as her eyes meet hers, “My mother must have got her wires crossed.” 

Elizabeth glares at her for a beat, her disapproval clear, before she turns to Russell, “Come on Russell, I believe I saw the O’Briens,” she says, leading him away, another look thrown over her shoulder at her daughter, “They’ve been dying to see you.” 

Emily feels the tension leave her body and she allows herself to sink into Aaron’s side, “She is unbelievable.” 

Aaron runs his hand up and down her side, soothing her in the only way he could until they got home, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Do you want to go?” 

She shakes her head and presses a kiss to his cheek, “It’s okay, it’s just easier to stay,” she sighs, draining the rest of her wine, “I wouldn’t mind another glass of wine though.”

He smiles and stamps a kiss against her lips, before he steps away, “Another glass of wine coming up.” 

She blows out a steady breath and shakes her head, but barely has a moment’s peace before a hand wraps around her wrist and drags her out into the hall. She frowns at her mother as they find themselves in relative privacy, and she pulls her arms out of her grasp.

“Mother, what is-”

“Did you have to be so rude to Russell?” She asks, her voice a low whisper as she shakes her head, “He was only trying to be nice.”

Emily rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, “I wasn’t rude,” she says, “And how many times do I have to tell you we aren’t sending the kids to private school.” 

She sees a familiar wave of disapproval wash over her mother’s face, an expression she’d been on the receiving end of for as long as she could remember. From back when simply skimming her knees by playing outside would seemingly warrant it to now, being a mother herself and making decisions for her children that Elizabeth would never agree with.

“I just think you’re being narrow-minded-”

“I’m being narrow-minded?” Emily asks, chuckling humourlessly as she shakes her head, “You’re the one trying to force me to send my kids to a school I have no interest in sending them to,” she says as she spots Aaron approaching them over her mother’s shoulder.

“Is everything okay over here?” Aaron asks, standing next to his wife, his hand finding its place on her lower back, the curve there that seemed to be carved out specifically for him.

Elizabeth shakes her head, “Talk to your wife Aaron,” she says, sounding exasperated, “She’s putting your children’s futures at risk because she’d rather spite me than put them first like a mother should.” 

Emily’s mouth falls open, the accusation enough to shock her briefly into silence, and just as she’s about to respond, she’s cut off by another voice entirely. 

“You can’t speak to her like that.” 

All three of them turn to look at Violet standing just a few paces away, her arms crossed over her chest, and her face furrowed into the frown she’d inherited from her father. 

“Vi-”

“She’s an excellent mom,” Violet says, stepping closer and cutting her father’s attempts to stop her, “And I don’t want to go to some stupid private school. I like my school, with my friends,” She looks back and forth between her mother and her grandmother, “You of all people don’t get to imply that she’s a bad mom.”

“Vi,” Emily says, stepping forward and squeezing her daughter’s shoulder, “It’s ok,” she says, smiling reassuringly when Violet turns to look at her, “Go get your brother and meet us by the car.” 

Violet looks like she’s going to argue but she nods sharply and leaves, disappearing just as quickly as she’d appeared. Emily briefly catches her husband's eye, and she doesn’t miss the absolute pride shining on his face. Elizabeth hums disapprovingly and shakes her head. 

“That girl is just like you.” 

Emily feels Aaron tense next to her and she reaches for his hand, squeezing it tightly, a silent reminder of his years old promise to never say anything to her mother, to leave those battles for her. 

“Yeah,” Emily says, smiling as she nods her head. It was something she’d been told since the moment Violet was born. Their similarity looks wise the first thing that people often drew on. As Violet got older and her personality developed it only got clearer just how much she was like Emily, traits and habits that she’d been chastised for her entire life shining through her daughter in a way that she could only see as positives. Things that would be a strength as she got older, instead of the hindrance her own mother clearly still saw them as. “She really is,” she looks up at her mother, their eyes meeting, “And I don’t see anything wrong with that.” 

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Violet is out of the car and up the stairs to her bedroom before Aaron can even get the key back out of the front door. 

“Vi-” He calls up the stairs after her, but Emily squeezes his arm and shakes her head.

“I’ll go talk to her honey,” she says, smiling at him before she turns to Benjamin, “Time for you to go to bed, sweetie.”

Benjamin nods and wraps his arms tightly around her, “Okay Mom,” he says, not negotiating to delay his bedtime like he usually would, “Love you,” he squeezes her tightly one more time before he disentangles himself and throws a look at Aaron, “Love you too, Dad.”

“Love you buddy.”

“Love you, Benny.”

Emily and Aaron speak simultaneously and smile as they watch their son run up the stairs, and she looks at her husband, “I’ll go speak to Vi, meet you in the living room after?”

He nods and kisses her forehead, “I’ll make the hot chocolates.” 

She sighs contentedly as she briefly leans into him, “I knew I married you for a reason,” She pulls away and heads up the stairs, coming to a stop outside her daughter's room to knock on the door.

“Vi, it’s me, honey.” 

There’s a brief pause before she hears a response through the door, “Come in.” 

Emily pushes the door open and feels her heart clench as she spots Violet sitting in the centre of her bed. She has her legs against her chest and her arms tight around them, her chin resting on top of her knees. 

“Am I in trouble?” Violet asks, her voice shaking in a way that was uncharacteristic, “For telling Grandma off?”

“Oh, sweetie, no,” Emily says, joining Violet on the bed, reaching out and grabbing one of her hands, “If anything, your dad is probably planning on raising your allowance for saying some things he wishes I’d let him say years ago.” 

She hadn’t missed the not-so-subtle smile on her husband's face the entire journey home, or how he’d kept looking at a very quiet Violet through the rear-view mirror. 

Violet laughs and nods, squeezing Emily’s hand, “I’m sorry though, I hope I didn’t make things worse.” 

“You didn’t, Vi. I promise,” she assures her, “What you said was sweet.” 

“It’s true though,” Violet says, shifting closer to Emily, “You’re the best mom, and I hate that she was trying to say you aren’t because you won’t send us to some school. She’s the bad mom.” 

Emily sighs, “Vi-”

“It’s true!” Violet exclaims, her voice raising slightly, “You’re always sad after we see her, and she always says something mean. It drives us crazy.” 

She frowns, her eyebrows knitting together, “Us?’

Violet nods, “Yeah, me and Jack and Benny.” 

“You…talk about it?” She asks, guilt simmering in her belly at the realisation that she hadn’t hidden any of it as well as she hoped she had, that her children had picked up on everything she’d tried to protect them from. 

“Yeah,” Violet replies, as if it was obvious, “Why do you think Jack always calls you after we’ve seen her? Or why Benny and I don’t argue about bedtime or fight with each other afterwards,” she shrugs half-heartedly, “It’s our way of trying to help.” 

Emily sighs and pulls Violet into a hug, something she gratefully returns, her arms tight around her mother’s neck. 

“Oh sweet girl,” she says as she strokes her daughter’s back, the nickname she’d stopped using three years ago when Violet declared she was too grown up for it slipping out, “You guys always help, no matter what.” She pulls back and smiles at Violet and cups her cheek, her thumb catching a stray tear that had escaped past her lashline, “And I’m sorry I didn’t protect you from it all a little better.” 

“Mom, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Violet says, a wry smile spreading across her face, “You’ve raised some pretty smart kids, even if you have sent us to crappy public schools.” 

Emily barks out a laugh and briefly presses her forehead into her daughters, “I’m going to let the cursing go this once, but please don’t do it in front of your father, you’ll give him a heart attack and I quite like having him around.” 

Violet nods in agreement and her smile fades, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, “I’m sorry if grandma is mad about tonight.”

Emily shrugs it off and stands up, “Leave your grandmother to me,” she says, offering a hand out to Violet, “Now, Dad said he was going to make me a hot chocolate, and I have a sneaking suspicion he will have made you one too.” 

The teenager smiles widely and jumps up off the bed, surpassing Emily’s hand to link her arm through hers, her head on her mother’s shoulder as they walk out of her room.

“Do you think we could convince him to watch Real Housewives of Orange County with us?” 

Emily smiles and kisses her daughter's temple, “I think you could convince him of just about anything right now.” 

Violet hums to herself, “Maybe I should yell at Grandma more often.”

“Violet.” 

-x-

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Books (Professor!Ben x OFC Lydia)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 14

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

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Pairing: Professor!Ben x OFC!Lydia (part of the Visiting universe)

Word count: 848

Warnings: Language, angst, pining

Rating: Teen

Summary: What’s the harm of imagining an alternative future, when you’re lonely this Christmas?

This Fic-Mas story can be read as an add-on/deleted scene to Chapter 8 of Visiting, 'Sister Winter'.

Iceland has this thing called Jolabokaflod - literally, “book flood”. It can mean the rush of new books published for Christmas gifts, or it can mean the tradition associated with them. 

Put simply, the idea is that on Christmas Eve, you exchange books with your nearest and dearest. And then everyone snuggles up in bed, armed with hot chocolate and candy, and reads their new book. 

It sounds like heaven. 

The book flood tradition pops into your mind as you place a neatly-wrapped selection of books under the tree at your parents’ house on Christmas Eve. And with it, a pang, and another thought. 

Ben would love that. 

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, trying to fend off the thoughts of him. “I think it’s time for bed.”

You creep up the stairs, last one to turn in for the night, and nestle in with your hot water bottle. 

You wish he was keeping you warm, girl. 

“Fuck.”

Sleep doesn’t come easy. And you begin to imagine, to let yourself daydream (if one can call it that) about an alternative reality, an alternative future, if only for the night. 

It is Christmas, after all. It’s canonically a time for what might have beens, for counter-factuals. What was A Christmas Carol, if not that? And - even more obviously - what of It’s A Wonderful Life?

Alright, you think, maybe it’s not quite the same. Clarence the Angel had to show George Bailey how much better he made the world, and how wonderful his life actually was. And Dickens showed Scrooge terrible things, to help him change - a far cry from the cosy scene you were about to conjure up. 

Still, the point stands. What if things were different? What if things could be different? 

You close your eyes and let your mind wander, telling yourself it’s just idle fantasy. It’s not hurting anyone. Right?

So indulge. Find comfort in thinking about how it might be, could have been. Imagine the comfort of books, of warmth, of him.

You had thought for a long time about the book for Ben. Eventually, you settled on a personal favourite, one that reflected your personality, your interests, yourself: The Belly of Paris, by Émile Zola. You knew he hadn’t read it - “just Thérèse Raquin and Germinal”, he’d told you as you raved about Zola’s books - and you wanted to see what he thought. 

The edition is a recent translation, a handsome paperback, and you wrap it up in brown paper and add a length of dark red ribbon, placing it under the tree to await Christmas Eve. 

The next day, it’s joined by a matching book-shaped gift: this time wrapped in dark green paper, your name written in his distinctive handwriting on an old-fashioned gift tag. 

Christmas Eve is idyllic: mulled wine, old movies, talking and preparing food for the next day’s meal as the snow falls softly outside. By about 8 that evening, you’re settled cosily on the couch and your eyes land on the little packages. 

“Time for book flood, I think.”

Ben smiles as you reach under the tree and retrieve the gifts. “You want to open them here?”

“I’d rather do it in bed, baby. C’mon, grab some hot chocolate.” 

He follows you upstairs to bed, making you giggle as he purrs in your ear: “Gonna make you read soooooo much, Lyd. We’re gonna read so hard.”

You wiggle your eyebrows at him as you join in the suggestive jokes, pulling him close to you. “Well, you know I can keep reading for hours, Benjamin.”

You can. And you do. 

Ben’s book gift to you is a gorgeous vintage copy of Love in the Time of Cholera, which you clutch to your chest in delight. He opens his parcel carefully, a wide smile spreading across his face as he recognises the title. 

“Émile. Of course.”

And now it’s just the two of you, side by side in bed, the only sounds the occasional crackle from the tall candles you’d lit in the bedroom, one or both of you sipping your hot cocoa, and the turning of the pages. 

Without lifting his eyes from Zola, Ben’s left hand finds your right, and holds it: safe, secure. Your thumb traces over his tattoo, making him hum quietly with pleasure. 

“Imagine if we hadn’t figured things out”, you muse, eyes still fixed on Garcia Marquez. 

Ben turns and looks at you, eyes warm and expression most serious. “Not figuring things out was never an option.”

When you wake in the grey light of Christmas morning, it takes a moment for you to remember.

The pain hits you all over again. The fantasy - simplistic and all as it might have been - had been too convincing, and facing reality feels even harder. 

You can hear your family already waking and pottering about the house, little nieces stampeding out of the spare room they’re sharing with your sister and brother-in-law for the holidays. 

Craving the warmth of a familiar hand on yours, you turn over and cry into the pillow. 

[lostfirefly]

Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine (Ch.1)

This fanfiction story is my present for my friend @yujo-nishimura, whose birthday is today! Sending hugs from Russia and wish you a lot of Crocolove!

Two things inspired me to write this fic: One of my fav songs from which the title is taken and Elena and Damon's dance (from The Vampire Diaries, S1). My 1st attempt to write the story about this character.

Description: Yujo is a young girl whom her father has betrothed to Mr. 3. She and her sister come to the ball, where she meets one of the members of the Cross Guild Corporation Sir Crocodile.

Warnings: No warnings

Words: 1307

Sir Crocodile x OC

The title is taken from "Dance with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

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"I can't believe we're going to the castle ball tonight!" A blonde girl with curly hair and brown eyes was bouncing happily on the bed.

"Helena, calm down," another girl with green eyes sitting by the dressing table answered her in a calm voice. She brushed her brown hair, occasionally glancing in the mirror. 

"I'm so impatient. We're going to see your fiancé, Mr. 3 again, Yujo! He's so cute!" Helena jumped off the bed, spinning around the bedroom. Her light white dress in small florals fluttered beautifully in the air. 

"I don't know. He doesn't seem like a bad person. Writes nice letters and courts quite non-trivially.", Yujo put her hairbrush down on the table, slowly stood up and walked over to the closet. "Stop spinning around, Helena. Our parents are expecting us for breakfast."

The day passed in preparation for the trip to the ball. After breakfast, Helena and Yujo strolled around the large summer garden and talked about many things. Helena could hardly contain her excitement for the evening, dreaming that she would be able to meet a wealthy young man at the ball.

"And I also heard that either all the members from Cross Guild Corporation are expected to attend, or at least just one. They're some kind of tycoons. I bet they're all handsome and young."

"I've never heard of them." replied Yujo calmly, gently running her hands along the branches of the trees. 

Finally the evening came and Yujo and Helena walked down the steps of their house down to the front entrance. It was a warm summer evening, and a large white carriage drawn by two red horses was waiting for them at the gate.

"Oh, my God! Ball, ball, ball, ball!" Helena ran up the stairs faster than anyone else. 

"You're incorrigible!" Yujo laughed as she watched her sister hop into the carriage. She lifted the hem of her mauve colored chiffon dress and sat down carefully next to her sister.

"What if Mr. 3 isn't coming alone? What if he brings someone cute?"

"Who? Mr. 2 or 4?" Yujo put her arm around her sister's shoulder. "Our parents are already there. For all I know, our father was going to discuss some kind of deal with Mr. Jinbe. And mom probably wants to gossip with everyone. 

It was already dark when they arrived at the gates of a large castle made of gray stone. 

"Here we are, here we are!" Helena jumped out of the carriage and adjusted the hem of her mint-colored dress. "Yujo, where are you?" 

"Coming!", Yujo stepped out of the carriage and looked at her sister. "Let's hurry up or you're going to die of impatience. Just please behave yourself."

They walked into a huge spacious hall. There were tables covered with white and gold tablecloths all around. A large crystal chandelier adorned the ceiling. The ladies were dressed in their best clothes, and the men were all in suits. 

There were whispers, negotiations, and girlish chuckles coming from various directions. 

"Good evening, Yujo, Helena!" a skinny man with a funny hairstyle in the shape of the number three, walked up to Yujo and kissed her hand. "It's nice to see you here. I brought you both some wine.”

“Thank you so much!” they both said in unison. 

"Say, Mr. 3, is it true that the owners of Cross Guild are expected to come?" Helena giggled and sipped her wine a little at a time.

"I don't know about the others, they seemed to have some pressing business, but one is definitely coming." said Mr. 3, looking around the room. "And why are you inquiring, Ms. Helena?"

"No reason..." Helena blushed. 

"I'll leave you ladies alone for a moment," Mr. 3 bowed and stepped aside.

"I heard there's a swordsman there and he's available, and he's pretty cute," Helena poked Yujo lightly in the shoulder. 

Suddenly all voices were briefly silenced and heavy footsteps were heard.

"Ladies, let me introduce the member of the cross guild, Sir Crocodile." Mr. 3 turned back to the girls. "This is Yujo, my fiancée. And this is her little sister Elena."

A tall man with purple hair and dark eyes stood before them. He had a coat thrown over his shoulders and a hook hand.instead of one arm. Yujo was surprised, but tried not to show it.  

“Nice to meet you,” Crocodile kissed the girls’ hands. “So young and so beautiful.”

Helena turned red as a lobster hearing these words. She lightly rubbed her sister’s hand. 

“You see? You see? The hook!” Helena whispered to her sister. Yujo lightly stepped on her sister's foot, silencing her.

“Excuse me, ladies. I have to speak with one man and I’ll come back to you,” Crocodile said calmly. 

“Woooow! He’s so.. So handsome.” Helena was so amazed by Crocodile that she seemed to forget how to breathe. “There seems to be another one there, but I don’t remember who. He must be somewhat unremarkable, since I don’t remember him. I wish I could see the swordsman. Who’s better, that guy with the hook or the swordsman? What do you think?” 

“I have no idea. Aren’t there other people there or what? In this Cross Guild,” Yujo quietly asked her sister, watching Crocodile out of the corner of her eye.

Helena shrugged. “Don’t know. I’ve heard about these three.”

Yujo's father, a plump man of short stature with gray hair approached her with Mr. 3. They had a long discussion about the upcoming wedding ceremony, the guest list and the menu. Yujo found herself looking for Crocodile with her eyes the whole time. 

Finally the start of the ball was announced and Mr. 3 took Yujo's hand and led her to the center of the room. The girls had to stand in one line, the man in another. Yujo found herself in front of Crocodile. The music started. Everyone stepped towards each other, touching one palm to the palm of their partner's hand. Holding their palms side by side, they moved smoothly in a circle. After making a couple of circles, everyone put their second palm to the partner’s palm.

"Sorry you have to settle for a hook," Crocodile said dryly.

“That’s ok,” Yujo said and smiled. 

After making a couple more circles, everyone came closer to each other. The men put one hand on the girls' waists. Crocodile hugged Yujo with a hook. 

Finally the dance ended and everyone bowed to each other. At the same moment, Helena ran up to Yujo.

“God, the chemistry between you just killed me!”

"What?" Yujo asked. She felt as if her mind was clouded during the dance.

"I'm so jealous of you. I want it too! You should ask your Mr. 3 to introduce me to a swordsman!" Helena was almost jumping next to her sister.

“Will you calm down? We are at the ball after all. What if someone is looking at you now, and you are behaving inappropriately,” Yujo laughed, noticing how her sister pouted. Yujo looked around the hall and saw how Crocodile approached her father. They shook hands and started talking about something.

“Yujo, this is Mr. Magellan. He will marry us,” she was pulled out of her thoughts by Mr. 3, who approached her with a tall man, his face resembling a mandrill, with very sharp teeth and thick beard. 

“I have to admit, your bride is amazing, Mister 3. Can’t wait to perform your ceremony,” Magellan said and kissed Yujo’s hand. 

While the all-important potential guests were discussing the upcoming wedding, Yujo was catching more and more that she was thinking about Sir Crocodile. What was it? A charm after the dance? Or is it something else?

[feasibilities]

Come Sit, Cariño - Comandante Benjamin x Black/Non-White/Spanish-Speaking Reader (18+) ☭

Warnings: Face-s!tting, Oral S3x, Suffocation (basically), Angst, Slight ch0king, Teasing, etc. Author's Note: This isn't a continuation of my previous fic about Comandante Benjamin, but my interpretation of his character is the same (a bastard who uses p*ssy juice to grow his beard). He wants to die in between a woman's thighs, tbh. Also, the gif is precisely how I imagine him reacting--just fine as hell. Warnings are coded to avoid filtering. Enjoy!

You were working under Benjamin's tutelage to collect intel on the far-right/government-sanctioned groups. You had experience in anti-fascism, but guerilla warfare was new territory. You fell in love with him as you spent more time around him. Lately, you felt like your time with him was dwindling. He cared more about the revolution instead of you.

“We only spend nights together. You only want to sleep or fuck at night. Where’s the love in that?” You snapped.

He continued reading his newspaper as if you weren’t there. You walked up to him & snatched it away. He seemed amused by your little tirade. He held in a laugh.

"I have to further a revolution. I can't compromise that just to spend time with you. You knew this when we got together, cariño." He jested.

You threw the crumpled newspaper at him and walked out.

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While you were sifting through classified documents, you heard Benjamin walk in and sit at the desk in front of you. You ignored him and continued making notes.

"You can't ignore me forever. Sé que me extrañas." He teased. You looked at him and met his beautiful gaze. Damn it, he was beautiful. His green uniform and brown skin were a perfect contrast to the red curtain behind him. You couldn't help but squirm when he looked at you like that. You walked to him and stood in between his legs. He grabbed your throat and kissed you roughly. You grinded against him. He pulled away and stared at you.

"I want you to sit on my face." He declared.

"What if you suffocate?"

"What a beautiful death." He acknowledged.

Benjamin stripped your clothing and laid on the desk. "Come sit, cariño." You crawled up his body and positioned yourself above his face. You slowly sat down & his beard prickled against your inner thighs. You immediately felt his tongue swirl around your clit. You moaned loudly.

As you rode his face, you reached forward & speedily pulled out his dick. In a teasing mood, you flicked your tongue on the tip. In response, he dug his nails into your hips. You took him in and bobbed your head slowly. He groaned & swirled his tongue faster. Your eyes rolled back while he thrusted his hips to meet your movements.

As you approached your climax, you felt your arousal drip onto his beard. You couldn't care less about letting him breathe or making him cum too early. This was payback for his dismissive attitude. Right now, he was a vessel for your desires.

Before you knew it, his seed was spilling out into your mouth. Reflexively swallowing, you sat up and grinded faster to finish yourself off. Your moans filled the conference room. Benjamin's breathing became labored. A pompous smirk came across your face.

Your legs began convulsing uncontrollably while Benjamin held you still. Your vision went white with bliss. Your flame of lust was finally rekindled.

[something-tofightfor]

Benjamin Greene x Reader Masterlist

Tipping Point - Universe

NSFW denoted by * 

Summary:  Benjamin and Julia’s relationship has never been “solid”, but when Benjamin truly begins to think about what he expects from his wife, the cracks in it continue to widen.  Giving her an ultimatum, they take time to figure out what their next steps are - and this change leads to a new friendship with an American man - Eric - and you, Eric’s sister. 

You’re determined to be there for Benjamin as he navigates through his fractured relationship, but what happens when Benjamin and Julia reach the point of no return - and Benjamin is free to reassess his future? 

Status: Complete; 15/15

Word Count: 112,922

Date: Originally posted beginning June 2020

Rating: M / NSFW  (language, marital trouble, sex, breakups)

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Tipping Point Extras: *chronological order*

POV - Tipping Point (Eric); Takes place during chapter 15, while they’re at the airport.

An Offer 

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In Between Breaths (Part 9)

Pairing: Benjamin Greene x Reader

Summary : Literature College Professor Benjamin Greene moves to the US after his divorce with Julia.  Heartbroken, he’s given up on the idea of love. Everything changes when he meets you.

Warnings: Cursing. This fic might contain smut in the future.

Type: The Slowest of Burns, Dark/light Academia, Professor/TA.

Words: 2,900

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In Between Breaths Playlist

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Your heart slamming against your ribs, you try to tame the wild thoughts surging through your mind. Benjamin has kissed you. You subtly shake your head, disbelief washing over you: it has finally happened. After months of quiet longing, hoping, and waiting, Benjamin has finally kissed you.

It replays endlessly in your mind, stuck in a loop: the feeling of his hands cupping your face, the touch gentle yet firm. The way his lips have brushed against yours, the sensation tender, languid and promising. You remember his breath on your face, the scent of his skin, the feeling of his short hair brushing against your fingertips.

You feel heat spread in your chest and all the way to your core, and you bite your lower lip, trying to focus on the movie, but fail miserably. Today’s been the best day you’ve had since… Narrowing your eyes, you try to remember the last time you’ve felt like this, but quickly find that no memory compares to the pure feeling of joy that coursed through your veins today.

You remember walking around the store, feeling light and utterly content, bouncing on your feet, Benjamin’s eyes on you. Every once in a while, you caught him looking at you, a beautiful smile on his face, and it made your heart beat faster, and sucked the air out of your lungs.  

Benjamin makes you feel safe, at ease, content. The day has gone fast: every single moment more precious and delicious than the last. You’ve felt comfortable, appeased, and even when you’ve finally sat down to study, Benjamin’s presence had reassured you. Sure, his proximity could be distracting, but knowing that he was there, a few feet away, somehow brought peace in your heart; quieting your racing mind, and easing your anxieties.

You can’t pick a favorite moment about today: every minute spent in Benjamin’s company makes sense, as if you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. You glance at him, admiring his beautiful profile: the darkness of his eyes, the tv screen reflecting in the deep, obsidian pools, the fair shape of his nose, the edges of his jaw, and the tentative outline of his lips.

You sigh, unbelieving that you’re lucky enough to be sitting on his couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your hand resting on his chest. You can feel the warmth emanating from his body, the steady beating of his heart beneath your palm, hear his quiet breathing, and smell his comforting and now familiar cologne. You wish you could snuggle even closer to him: burying your nose into his neck. If Benjamin allowed, you would gladly spread hundreds of kisses across his jaw, his face, his eyelids, his lips. Instead, you try to relax and focus because he needs time.

“We should take things slow.” His voice still rings in your ears, and you close your eyes, releasing a discreet sigh. He’s worth being patient, and you’ve told him so. You remember the relief in his eyes, and it had made your heart clench in your chest. Benjamin had suffered, terribly so, and you could feel that he wanted to be cautious.

It’s something you understand, you’ve been hurt before, although you’ve never felt this way about anyone. You thought you had been in love before, now you know that you had been fooling yourself. The way you feel about him is so much deeper, more beautiful, and priceless than anything you’ve felt before. You’ve realized that you’d never do anything that could make him pull away, because you need him now, as much as you need air, food or water.

Sure, there are complications. He needs time, probably space, and your father might not be happy about you the two of you going out. But it doesn’t matter. You’d fight anything that comes between you.

Benjamin suddenly pulls you out of your thoughts, his soft voice addressing you.

“Are you tired?”

You blink a few times, looking up, finding him already peering at you. You notice that end credits of the movie are rolling in the background.

“Y- yeah” you reply, oddly out of breath, and your stomach clenches in anticipation.

Will he sleep on the couch again tonight? The thought has been torturing you ever since he’s agreed to you sleeping here. You’d give anything to share a bed with him, but it might not be in his plans currently. He pulled away after one simple kiss and asked you to be patient. He might not be ready to sleep next to you, God forbid sleep with you. The thought drives heat into your cheeks, and you lower your gaze, ashamed of the images flocking into your mind.

“Let’s go to bed” he says in low voice, almost in a whisper.

“Okay” you reply in the say tone, your voice coming out breathlessly.

You slide your hand off his chest, and he smiles, standing on his feet and presenting his hand to you. You grab his palm, your heartbeat accelerating.

Does he mean…?

He guides you into the bedroom, and you let him, hope spreading through your every nerve. You watch him as you reach the bed, and everything in you screams at you to kiss him. He’s never looked more beautiful, the dim light in the room enhancing every angle of his face.

Silence settles in the room and swells, and you let a shaky breath out as he slowly leans down, his soft lips finding yours. The contact immediately sets your body aflame, and you sigh against him, your arms looping around his neck. Benjamin kisses you leisurely, making you slump against him, your body feeling heavy and giddy at the same time.

“Benjamin…” you breathe, breaking the kiss, and he leans back to stare into your eyes. The depth and intensity of his dark irises tears a shiver out of you, and you brush a strand of hair away from your face.

“Are you sure?” you ask, and he sighs, placing a hand over your face.

“Let’s just… not think for a second, okay?” he replies, and you nod against his hand.

“Sounds good” you answer, and he kisses you again, his lips capturing you in a heartfelt, passionate embrace.

His hand grabs your face, angling the kiss and deepening it. His hand slips against your back, bringing you closer to him. You let him set the pace, kissing for a while, and find yourself breathless after a few minutes. Benjamin’s hands drift from your back to your face, and he offers you a smile before he speaks.

“Would be alright if we lied together?” he asks, and you nod, blinking slowly.

“Sure, Benjamin” you reply, your mind racing at the implications. You decide to let him guide you, because he’s the one who needs time, and you don’t want to pressure him.

You walk backwards until your knees meet the bed and you sit on it, looking up at him. He walks around the bed and joins you before he settles on it, his head resting against the pillow, an arm placed behind his neck. You scoot over, lying beside him.

You stare at each other for a while, and you can’t hear anything but the beating of your heart in your ears. Benjamin’s hand finds your face, and he gently strokes your cheek, a tender look in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful” he murmurs, and you sigh before you answer.

“So are, you, Benjamin.”

You watch Benjamin’s expression change, from uncertainty to realization, your heartbeat accelerating, and heat spreading on your cheeks. He surprises you when he leans in, his lips finding yours again, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, as he balances his weight on top of you. You let him kiss you, sliding your hands in his hair, bringing him closer to you. Heat spreads through your whole body, a feeling of need and urgency quickly taking over you. You need him closer, craving the feeling of his naked skin against yours, and his hands on your body.

As if he’s heard your thoughts, Benjamin roams his hands over your body, his fingers grabbing your hips, his grip firm on you. You moan against his lips, desire taking the best of you, and he responds with a low growling coming from the back of his throat.

He slides a hand underneath your top, and you feel his fingers hovering above your stomach, sending shivers through your whole body. Before you can think, you reach for his sweater, pulling at it, and he leans back, letting you slide it above his head. You tug at his shirt, bringing back to you, and the kisses get hungrier and frantic as his hands explore your torso, grabbing the flesh of your hips, stroking your ribs, before they find your breasts. You pant against him, and when you open back your eyes, you find dark obsidian irises appraising you. Benjamin kisses you again, crashing hips lips against yours, covering your body with his. You marvel at the feeling of his weight on top of you, opening your legs and wrapping them around his waist to bringing him even closer. You start to grind against him, eager to get some friction, when he suddenly pulls back. You open back your eyes, lost in fiery haze of passion, and shoot him a surprised look.

“Are you sure?” he asks, and you grin, repressing a laugh.

“I feel like I’m the one who should ask you that question.” Benjamin chuckles, setting his head back and briefly closing his eyes.

“I just… I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret” he replies in a hoarse voice.

“Trust me, Benjamin, I want this.”

As he seems to ponder on your words, you watch volatile emotions flicker in his eyes, from need, to fear, then a deep desire, and you lie still, transfixed by his dark and intense gaze.

“What is it?” you ask, desperate to know what he’s thinking.

He tears himself off you to lie on his back next to you, and you immediately miss the feeling of his body pressed against yours. Repressing a frustrated groan, you shift on your side to gaze at him, admiring his beautiful profile. He’s staring at the ceiling, and feelings of doubt and insecurity quickly take over your mind, dissipating the haze of passion you previously felt. Are you a bad kisser? Doesn’t he want you as much as you crave him? Anxiety swells into your chest, and when you speak next, your voice sounds broken.

“Do you want me leave?”

He shoots you a surprised look and you hold his gaze, eager to find some reassurance.

“No, I don’t want that.” He shifts on his side as well, reaching for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, and you let a shaky sigh out, not relieved in the slightest.

“Then what’s wrong?”

You carefully search his expression, and he gently squeezes your hand.

“I don’t want to mess this up.”

You lick your lips, lowering your gaze, letting disappointment wash over you. He’s not ready yet.

“I’m sorry, I know this must be frustrating” he says, and you hear tones of guilt in his voice.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine Benjamin, I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.” You quote his own words back to him and let the hurt swallow you whole. What is it about you that doesn’t make him trust you?

“I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just… Last time I was in a relationship… when it ended, it hurt so badly. I thought I’d never get over it.”

You welcome his admission, your heart breaking in your chest. You hate to know that Benjamin suffered this badly. You discover that you’d be willing to do anything to spare him any pain, and nod against the pillow, giving him a soft smile.

“I understand, Benjamin, it’s fine.”

He briefly closes his eyes, and you ponder on your next question, wondering if you’re crossing a line or not.

“How old was she?” The words hang in the air, and you watch Benjamin’s eyes darken, immediately regretting your question.

“She was older than me, twice my age, actually.”

Surprise washes over you as you stare at him. “How long were you together?”

Benjamin shifts on his back, escaping your gaze, and you reach to grab his hand, wanting to appease him.

“Almost a year” he replies, and you blink a few times, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

“We don’t have to talk about it” you offer “If it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine, I just… I haven’t talked about it in a while.” You hear the strain in his voice, and struggle not to let curiosity get the best of you, questions jostling in your mind.

“Why?”

Benjamin’s eyes find yours again, and you spot insecurity in his gaze. “Because it was too painful” he admits, and jealousy creeps its way into your heart. Who was this woman, and why had he suffered this way? He must have loved her intensely, otherwise he wouldn’t have crossed an ocean to escape his heartbreak.

“I understand, Benjamin”, you reply, and you let him decide if he wants to continue the conversation.

“She was… she was kind, caring, beautiful… But many people judged our relationship, especially her children.”

You gaze at him, amazed that he’s finally opening up to you, and don’t answer, still eager to give him the choice to delve into the conversation or not.

“They thought I was after her money, that I was ill intentioned. They were suspicious, and made everything difficult.”

“I’m so sorry” you offer, and you truly mean it. It must have been terrible to be judged that way. How could anyone believe that Benjamin was anything but sweet? He’s never shown any sign of wickedness. Sure, he could be mysterious, and aloof, but you don’t believe that Benjamin is a bad person, quite the contrary.

“It’s fine, it’s in the past now” he looks back at you, smiling softly, and you lower your gaze, wondering what to say next. “What about you?”

“What?”

“Have you ever been in love before?”

The question leaves you breathless, and you struggle to find an answer. “I thought I had, but… I don’t think so anymore.” You answer truthfully. Benjamin’s eyes are still fixed on you, and you wonder what he’s thinking.

“What made you change your mind?”

Lowering your eyes on the bed, you ask yourself whether you should answer him or not, because it might be way too soon to admit these kinds of feelings in the early stages of your relationship. Then again, you are falling for him, and it wouldn’t be fair to lie to him. Feeling unsure and nervous, you answer him, still avoiding his gaze.  

“Well, the way I feel about you now. It’s very new, I had never experienced anything like this before.”

Your admission is greeted with silence, and you glance up, finding his dark eyes again. The emotion in them makes your insides clench: the depth of his stare takes your breath away, longing and desire appearing clearly in his stormy irises. When he kisses you again, you feel every bit of restraint gone in his touch, and relax under him, letting him completely devour you. You quickly find out that Benjamin must be a passionate lover: he kisses you possessively, and you find yourself aching and desperate to feel more of him. Before you completely lose your reason, you find the strength to pull yourself out of his embrace and take a quick breath.

“We should stop.” You pant, and he rests his forehead against yours, nodding.

“Yeah.”

You close your eyes, amazed by your own self-control. You briefly wonder how long you’ll have to wait until you can finally explore the physical side of your relationship with him but push the thought aside. It’s doesn’t matter, as long as you’re with him.

“Let’s go to sleep, okay?” Benjamin suggests, and you nod, giving him another peck on the lips.

“Do you have a shirt I can borrow?” you ask, eager to change the subject and avoid the dangerous territories you just explored. He smiles and tears himself off you, before getting up and searching his dresser. He retrieves a grey shirt and gives it to you, before undressing. You get on your feet, averting your eyes and refusing to stare at him, knowing your self-control is feeble. You undress, taking your skirt and tights off, before reaching for your top. Benjamin moves around the bed while you slide his shirt on, and remove your bra from under it. When you glance back at him, he’s already under the covers, and your eyes wander over his torso, detailing his slim but muscular figure: his skin looks smooth, and you’re dying to let your fingers wander over his pecs, all the way to his stomach. Instead, you lie down, in front of him, and his hand reaches for your arm, slowly stroking your skin up and down. You release a contented sigh, shivers prickling on your skin, and Benjamin kisses you one last time before he reaches for the light on the nightstand.

Finding yourselves in the dark, you blush intensely, listening to the sound of his breathing. Moonlight enters the room, and you glance at his face, detailing the way the light kisses his features.

“Goodnight” he whispers, and his voice is low and promising. You shift on your other side, knowing that you won’t be able to drift off if you have the possibility of watching him. He keeps tracing patterns on your arm, and you fall try to fall asleep, letting the wine you drank and the intense emotions you felt get the best of you.

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Hi !!! You must hate me by now, huh ? I know I know, but part of me still hesitates to include SMUT or not in this fic... Cause their relationship is so sweet and romantic. I might include smut but as a stand alone, so readers can decide if they wanna read it or not. Sounds good ?

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Please tell me what you thought about this part ? i’m an insecure writer and I need reassurance !

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[flightlessangelwings]

Fireworks

Aerynwrites’ Dec Writing Challenge Day 30 - Fireworks || Loud booms, sparkling light, and a breathtaking kiss. Dialogue Prompts: “Wow…it’s so beautiful!”

Benjamin Greene x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), unprotected sex, fluff, established relationship, New Years, no use of y/n

Notes: This is a gift fic for my bestie @the-purity-pen​ who I love sooooo much!! And Benjamin never gets enough love so I wanted to write him for her! Feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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“Are you sure about this, Benji?” you asked in a hushed tone as you let your boyfriend lead you up the staircase.

“Don’t worry,” he looked over his shoulder at you with a smile, “I got you,” Benjamin gave your hand a squeeze before he turned back around and the two of you reached the top of the staircase.

Benjamin had the most romantic New Year’s weekend planned, and every surprise took your breath away. He booked a classy hotel right in the middle of the city, and the room was absolutely stunning. The bed was so soft, you almost fell asleep the instant you flopped down, and the bathtub was bigger than your entire bathroom at home. And while the view from your room was great, Benjamin promised you a better view from the roof.

A cold breeze hit your face once he opened the door to the roof and you let out a gasp.

“Come here darling,” he whispered as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, “I’m sorry, I know it’s cold, but I wanted you to see this.”

You were speechless as Benjamin led you towards the edge of the roof and the entire city glistened before you. Faintly, you heard the noise from the traffic below, but you were too high up to hear more than that. Your eyes went wide as you scanned the horizon.

“You like it?” Benjamin asked in your ear.

“Oh Benjamin,” you breathed as you turned to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “I love it,” you felt him smile against your skin as he deepened the kiss, “Let’s just not get caught up here. I don’t think guests are allowed.”

Benjamin let out a hearty laugh, “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine,” he cupped your chin and tiled your face to meet his gaze. The lights from the city reflected in his dark eyes and his smile lit up his face as he looked at you.

Just as you were about to say something, a loud boom made you jump into Benjamin’s arms and scream loudly. He immediately held you tight and close to his chest, but he also couldn’t help the laughter as the fireworks startled you.

“I lost track of time, sorry love,” he murmured against you, “The fireworks are the best, and this way we can avoid the crowds.”

Once you realized that it was just the fireworks that the city lit off just before midnight, you relaxed, but you stayed in Benjamin’s safe embrace. You turned your gaze to watch the show as you leaned against his shoulder, “Wow…it’s so beautiful!” you breathed.

“Yeah,” Benji echoed while his eyes never left yours. 

When you felt his gaze on you, you turned and faced him, “Did you really just use that cheesy line on me?” 

“Did it work?” Benjamin asked with a grin.

“Yes,” you whispered before you pulled him in for a kiss. 

As you parted your lips for him, an alarm went off from his watch. You moaned against his mouth before he pulled away just enough to whisper, “Happy New Year, baby.”

“Happy New Year, Benjamin,” you replied before you locked your lips with his once more. 

He grinned against your lips as he savored your taste, “How about we head back downstairs, love?”

“And make our own fireworks?” you replied with a smirk and a gleam in your eyes.

“Now who has the cheesy lines?” Benjamin quipped back with a laugh, which you joined in.

Giggles erupted between you like the fireworks that lit up the sky behind you, but neither of you bothered to pay attention to the light show anymore. What was in front of you was worth more of your attention than the lights in the sky. Benjamin kept his arms around you and pulled you as close as possible as he kissed you once more. His tongue immediately poked at your lips in a wordless ask for permission, which you granted right away. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt his large hands roam all over your back while his tongue played with yours. Suddenly, the need for him was too great and you whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

Benjamin’s face lit up with a smile once more as he slipped his hand into yours and let you lead the way back down to your room. The two of you made it back in what felt like an instant, especially after you took it slowly when you both made your way up the stairs. Once you reached your floor and pushed your way inside and into the warmth, you pulled Benjamin close again for another heated kiss.

A low rumble of laughter escaped his lips as you both fumbled clumsily down the hall and to your door. He kept an eye out for anything in your path while you stayed wrapped up in him and the moment you reached your door, Benjamin pinned you up against it. You let out a low moan in surprise, but Benjiman was right there to catch you before you even had the chance to fall. The two of you were a tangle of tongues and giggles as Benjamin pulled the keycard for the door out of his pocket and tried unsuccessfully to unlock the door.

In a fit of laughter, you broke away so he could concentrate for a moment, and he flashed you a soft look for a moment before he was finally able to get the card in the slot. The moment you heard the click, however, your lips were back on his and you kissed Benjamin deeply. He wrapped an arm around you as he pushed the door open with your body and spun you around once you both crossed the threshold.

You found yourself up against the door once more, only this time you were on the inside of the hotel room. Now that you two were truly alone, you tugged at Benjamin’s shirt, desperate to see and feel every inch of him. He smiled into the kiss as he allowed you to tug and pull at his shirt until he had to break away so you could remove it.

The fireworks continued outside, and the room was only lit up by a small lamp you had left on and the occasional flashes of light from the outside. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched the lights dance against Benjamin’s skin, “You’re beautiful, Benji,” you murmured softly.

He looked at you with a fire in his eyes as he reached out and cupped your face, “Let me see you now, my darling,” Benjamin’s voice was low as he yanked at your shirt with a sudden rush of need.

A gasp escaped your throat as he lifted your shirt over your head in a flash and placed his hands on your waist. Your own hands landed on his chest and you gave his pecs a firm squeeze as you both closed the gap between your bodies once more. You swallowed the moan he let out as you brushed your thumbs across his nippes and you smirked in satisfaction against his lips. It was your own little secret that Benjamin’s nipples were very sensitive, and you loved to use it against him to get him riled up for you.

Benjamin let out a low growl into your mouth as he tugged you towards the bed in the center of the room. You followed willingly, and although it was cold outside, the room already felt warm from the heat that radiated between your bodies. As you both fumbled your way toward the bed, you each took the moment to yank your pants down and attempt to step out of them as gracefully as possible.

Except you were not graceful at all. You tripped over your own pant leg and in only your underwear, you fell forward onto the bed. But luckily, Benjamin was right next to you and immediately reached out for you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you both crashed onto the large, plush bed.

“Are you alright?” he asked in a whisper as he pushed you onto your back and straddled your waist.

“Never better,” you replied with a smile, “Now fuck me.”

“With pleasure,” Benjamin quipped back before he captured your lips with his own.

You immediately parted your lips for him as you wrapped your arms and legs around his body. His warmth and weight on top of you was more than welcome, and you let out a moan when you felt his hard cock between your bodies. 

“Benji…”

“I know love,” his voice sounded strained as he kissed his way along your neck. Benjamin bit down on all the spots he knew drove you wild, and he bucked his hips against yours with every moan and cry you let out.

You tilted your head to allow Benjamin better access to you while you snaked one hand up his back. He groaned against your skin at the feeling of your fingers along his spine and he let out a loud moan of his own when you reached his hair and gave it a firm tug. It was another secret that only you knew about him: how much Benjamin loved when you tugged on his hair.

He whimpered your name as he broke away from your skin to look into your eyes for a moment. Time seemed to stand still while you gazed at each other, and the only sound in the room was your heavy breaths. But when another flash of light from the fireworks broke you both out of your thoughts, Benjamin shook his head and dipped down to kiss at your breasts.

A loud cry from you filled the room that echoed the fireworks in the background. You wrapped your legs firmly around Benji’s waist as his tongue swirled around your nipple and his large hand cupped your breasts. Spurred on by your moans, he rocked his hips against yours in a slow but steady rhythm, and even though underwear, he felt how wet you were. And he was sure you felt how hard he was.

Your hand that held his hair tightly trailed down Benjamin’s back as you reached for his underwear. With a silent request, you tugged at the waistband with a soft whine.

Benjamin broke away from your body again to meet your gaze once more, “I’ve got you,” he whispered with a gaze of pure adoration in his eyes as he lifted himself just enough to allow you to push the last piece of fabric off his body.

Another flash of light lit up the room as you also lifted your hips and slid off your own underwear while Benjamin pushed his own down to his ankles. Your mouth watered as you took in the sight of him nude as if it was the first time you saw it. 

“Fuck, Benji,” you breathed as you grabbed his arms and pulled him back down on top of you.

He laughed against your lips as he agnisted his hips and lined his cock up with your entrance. A gasp escaped your lips as you broke away when you felt the tip of his cock at your pussy. He moved slowly, like he always did at first, and he brushed the side of your face gently as he pushed himself into you. A gasp of his own echoed yours as he felt your warmth engulf him, and every time he made love to you, he was always just as amazed at how perfect you were for him.

Another flash of fireworks lit up the room as Benjamin filled you completely, and he took a moment and just stared at you in awe. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to your forehead while one of his hands slid into yours. Your breasts rose and fell with your heavy breaths and your mouth hung open as soft moans spilled from your lips. Your eyes stayed shut as you just savored the feeling of Benjamin inside you and on top of you.

“Move Benji,” you panted, “Please…”

“Anything you want, love,” he groaned as he rocked back and filled you completely again.

Your cries and moans encouraged Benjamin and with every thrust, he went a little harder. He knew you liked it when he let himself go, but he also would never forgive himself if he actually hurt you. But, the look of pure bliss on your face and the way your pussy clenched around him told Benji that you were more than enjoying this. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured against you as he squeezed your hand and sped up his thrusts, “So perfect for me, my love.”

“Benji…” you were so lost in your pleasure that you were barely able to even say his name, “Love… Fuck…”

Benjamin changed his angle slightly and held onto your hip with his free hand, and the scream that you let out told him that he hit the exact spot he aimed for. With a low growl, he thrust into you over and over again, determined to push you over the edge while the fireworks still went off behind you.

“Cum for me, darling,” he groaned as he felt his own climax quickly approach. You just felt too good for him to last much longer, “Show me how lovely you are when you cum for me.”

With another loud scream, your entire body trembled as you came hard on his cock. You held his hand tightly, but Benjamin didn’t mind. He kept up his pace as he watched your orgasm, and he found it even more beautiful than the fireworks that occasionally lit up your body.

That was when Benjamin lost all self control and he pounded into your with fervor. You looked and felt so good that he couldn’t hold himself back anymore and he rocked his hips against yours faster and faster until he felt his down climax take over. With a cry of your name, Benjamin slumped forward and completely covered your body with his own as he came deep inside you. 

You let out a deep sigh as you felt his warmth burst into you. You let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around Benjamin as you held him close. Several loud booms echoed from the outside, and vaguely you realized it was the finale of the fireworks show, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it at all. Not when Benjamin completely surrounded you inside and out like this, and with his heavy breaths right in your ear. 

“Wow,” you breathed as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

He let out a soft laugh before he pushed himself up just enough to look into your eyes, “Did I hurt you?” Benjamin asked as his mind caught up to him and he realized how hard he pounded into you.

You cupped his face and kissed him softly, “Not at all,” you replied with a smile, “It was the perfect bang to bring in the new year, Benji,” you added with a laugh.

Benjamin blushed as he dipped his head down but he couldn’t help but join your laughter, “It was,” he admitted sheepishly before he kissed you again. 

“I love you, Benjamin Greene,” you whispered against his lips.

“And I love you,” he said your full name with such softness and adoration that it made your heart skip a beat. 

[the-blind-assassin-12]

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like... (part one)

A/N: Day Two of the 12 Days of Christmas Fics featuring my first foray into writing for Benjamin and even though writing for him makes me nervous, I decided to go all in and take the three requests I got for this sugarplum, and string ‘em together into one big holiday mess. Starting off with the prompts from @suchatinyinfinity​ WHO IS CELEBRATING A BIRTHDAY TODAY!! Happy Birthday Dani! Hope you had a great day lovely!! 

Word Count: 2,928

Prompt From: @suchatinyinfinity​ 

“Don’t you dare throw that snowball at me. I’m warning you!” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.” 

**here goes nothin!**

With a final heave, you cleared the last of the snow from the driveway, tossing it off to the side before you stuck your shovel into the sizable pile that you’d created. It had finally stopped snowing after three days of consistent flurries, the airy, dry flakes floating down like icy glitter, and amounting to much more than was predicted. You were caught off guard entirely by the storm, having only ever gotten this much snow in December once before, and after you’d finished panicking that the loss of time would cut into the to do list for the Christmas Eve party you’d be hosting, you’d actually found it quite lovely.

It had taken nearly an hour longer to get home on Wednesday night due to the weather, nearly doubling your commute from London, which felt like triple as your mother’s chiding tone filled your head. You know, most of your work is in London. Your family’s in London. It would make more sense for you to move back, really. You tightened your white knuckled grip on the steering wheel, your thick mittens slipping over the leather covering. Thanks but no thanks, mum. You thought to yourself, imagining the horror of surprise pop-over visits and the pressure for you to reciprocate them if you lived just a short tube ride away. You loved London, for all its culture and history. You’d grown up there, gone to school there, University, too. But when your first internship took you out to a church in the shore suburb of Southend-On-Sea to help restore an old bronze relief, you quickly learned that you also loved the slower pace and quirky charm that the town had to offer.

Before your tenure with that first job was through, you’d found a place to rent and followed the whim of your gut. You continued to commute into London 4 days a week, traveling as needed when your work took you to Leeds or Liverpool or any other corner of the UK, renting the same cottage all along until last year when the landlord sold it to you for a price that you couldn’t pass up. It was the only place you’d ever lived outside of your parent’s house, and now it was officially your home. Even crawling over the ice covered roads through this storm at a snail’s pace couldn’t keep the swell of pride from your heart or the smile from your face when you thought about how hard you’d worked for what you had. That feeling grew as it got closer and closer to Christmas- your first since the house belonged to you, the first one that you’d host your family for. The first one with Benjamin.

You’d already accepted that your great love affair  would be with your career; that your passion wouldn’t be placed with a person, and the love that you had in your heart would be poured generously into the carvings and sculptures that you painstakingly restored. You were independant and you enjoyed being so, able to come and go without limitations, no one to complain about your long hours or about the lack of time you were spending with their family. So when you met Benjamin, you weren’t looking for him, and honestly he wasn’t looking for you either. 

You were starting a new restoration in a library in London, a painted dome ceiling in the research room that depicted a deep navy sky full of silvery stars, constellations and celestial designs swirling overhead. After the library’s development director and the chairman of the restoration committee had given you the run down on the project, you’d asked to be allowed to spend some time studying the artwork. You liked to get acquainted with your work before you started digging. It helped you better understand what needed to be done, let you know what areas would need special attention. They’d agreed happily, nodding and shaking your hand, thanking you for taking on the work, astounded that you said you’d be done and out of their hair in just over a week. Once the door had clicked closed behind them, you slipped your shoes from your feet and climbed atop one of the long mahogany reading tables, laying on your back gazing up at the indoor sky. 

I’ll need a sample of the plaster. You made mental notes of your observations, taking stock of what you’ll need to do to get started. Some paint chips so I can mix color to match. I’ll have to even out the- You sat straight up as the sound of the closed door opening pierced the silence followed by two hard soled shoes slapping the marble floor. Swinging your legs over the side of the table, you turned to face the door and the stranger that had just interrupted your prep list. “This room’s closed for-” 

“Restoration?” He finished your sentence for you, adjusting his glasses so that they perfectly framed the spark in his dark eyes. “I know. Well, they’ve been talking about it for ages. I think I finally convinced them to get on with it when I brought them the piece of plaster that landed in my lap last week.” He smiled, stepping up to the table next to the one that you ocupied, setting his bag down and draping his jacket over the back of one of the chairs. “I made them promise that they’d let me work while the restoration was going on, and they said it would be fine so long as I cleared it with the restorer.”  Rolling up the sleeves of his tan sweater, he leaned casually against the table, eyes sharply focused on you. “I’m Benjamin, by the way.” 

You crossed your arms, slightly annoyed by the attitude of entitlement. What, does he think he’s the only arse to ever write a research paper? Special permission from the librarians...and now I’m the bad guy if I say no. You told him your name and that it was fine as long as he didn’t touch anything and stayed out of your way. 

“You won’t even know I’m here,” he insisted, a grin pushing the tops of his cheeks up into his eyes. 

And for the most part, that was true. You an Benjamin had worked in peaceful silence for the first three days, only breaking it with a “Good morning,” or a “see you tomorrow, then.” He’d come in and set himself up at one of the tables before disappearing into the stacks and not coming back out until his arms were full of titles that he hoped held the references that he could use to prove his thesis. Then he’d skim through them, searching each tome and typing up notes on a laptop that looked older than some of the books he was surrounded by. When the stack on his tabled had dwindled, he’d dive back into the sea of information to pull out more pearls. Taking a break around noon for lunch, he’d be back in less than half an hour, back at it and armed with a cup of tea. 

You would get there before him, climb the scaffolding that your team had sent over, and arrange the tools that you’d be using that day. Spatulas and brushes of all sizes, chisels and hammers, paints, plasters and adhesives laid out before you for easy access. You’d know Benjamin was there when you heard the door open, and he’d know you were there from the metallic clanging of tools and the dull scraping of caked on residue. By the third day you’d cleared most of the damaged surface of the mural, leaving large portions of the ceiling exposed and unpainted. I’ll start the base layers tomorrow. Cleaning your tools, you dangled your legs over the edge of the scaffolding, looking down at the library and the only other person in it. You’d expected him to be pompous and cocky after he basically demanded access to a closed section of the library. But as you watched him more closely you realized that he was just dedicated to his work, to learning and to absorbing as much knowledge as was possible, and that was something that you understood and respected. So when he invited you out to grab dinner with him on day four- “Not a date or anything. You can pay for yourself and all, just,” You’d laughed at his offer to let you buy your own damn meal and he shrugged. “People need to eat, right?” - You’d said yes and actually found his conversation as enjoyable as his silence. 

You weren’t looking for Benjamin in the patterns of the painting that you were bringing back to life. He wasn’t searching for your name among the millions of words that he scanned. But somehow you’d found one another despite having both closed yourselves off to anything but your work and accomplishments. Four days turned into ten, the two of you sharing dinner three more times before your contract was finished. You’d continued to meet up with him when you were in London for work, and eventually, just as unexpectedly as you found him, you found yourself in a relationship with him- one that worked because he wasn’t jealous of your career and you weren’t sick of hearing about his endless research topics. 

He’d been hesitant at first, sharing that he’d just been through a divorce and that he certainly didn’t want another one. You’d shared just the opposite- a severe lack of any long term or meaningful relationship to draw experience from. “We’re genuine rubbish at this, aren't we?” He posed the question through a smile that lit his whole face, and you agreed with a laugh that he cut short with a kiss. When the last four months of his lease ran out, he left his flat in the city and moved in with you, insisting on splitting all household costs evenly despite your considerably larger salary. You knew that money and the fact that he’d been accused of using his ex-wife for hers played a role in the destruction of his marriage, so you understood his need to put those accusations to rest before they could crop up again. He’s protecting this. You appreciated the proactive move, even though he’d already shown you in plenty of ways that he was only interested in you. Truthful and honest, and all in due, natural time. That’s how it was, learning Benjamin; when he was ready, he’d show you another piece of himself, the way the pieces you worked on slowly revealed their original beauty. 

You were good for one another, and happy together, supporting the other’s endeavors, nurturing thought and becoming the best, strongest, most complete versions of yourselves. “All I had to do to find you was give up on romance entirely,” he joked one night as he held you close in the dark. 

You playfully smacked his arm, his chest rumbling with laughter beneath you.“Oh, just what any woman wants to hear right after-“ 

He brushed the hair away from your ear and pressed his lips to your skin. “I wish I’d have thrown in the towel sooner.” 

That was roughly two weeks ago, and the precise moment that you knew that you loved him. But the next morning you were leaving for work, and you didn’t want to drop that word and walk away from it, from him, so you held onto it as tightly as you held onto the steering wheel upon your return home. The light by the door flicked on as your tires crunched over the gravel, and before you’d put the car in Park he appeared on the front step. Hi, B. You smiled, already feeling some of the tension built up from the drive leaving your body. You saw him stoop down, assuming that he was fixing his boot, and you gathered your things and got out of the car. 

“Hey, you, welcome home,” he said, arms folded behind his back. “I missed you.” 

“Missed you too, Benjamin.” His cheeks twitched when you said his name, like they always did. You sighed, adjusting the shoulder strap and swiped a snowflake away from your eyelashes. “I’m glad to be home. That was such a stressful drive. The roads are terrible, and all I could think about was how much I still need to do before Christmas Eve.” You hadn’t noticed that he was walking towards you, focused instead on the fact that yours was one of the only houses without lights yet. “We have to do the lights and all the baking and the indoor decorations and-” 

“I took care of some of the decorations inside,” he said, surprising you. “You know, lights on the banister and,” he shrugged. “Relax, we’ll get everything done. I promise. Soon as this snow stops we’ll get the lights up and,” he was finally close enough to touch you, and he reached for your waist to drag you closer. Your foot hit a patch of ice obscured by the fresh powder and you felt yourself slipping when his arm tightened. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall,” he said as you clung to him. But as sturdy as his words were, they couldn’t help the fact that you were going down. “Not without me right behind you anyway,” he laughed, wrapping you up so that he took the brunt of the fall, cushioned by the snow. You joined in, feeling the remaining tension disappear. 

“How do you do that, Benjamin, hmm?” You kissed the corner of his eye, the skin crinkling under your lips. “How do you make me feel better so easily?” 

He swallowed, eyes dancing over your face to read every change in your expression. “It’s because I... “ He pulled you fully onto his chest before he continued. “It’s because I love you.” 

The night twinkled above you as snow fell in your hair and on your clothes, covering trees and shrubs, sidewalks and streets. But you were warm from head to toe as you saw the love he spoke about swimming in his eyes. “I love you, too,” you told him, so happy that you’d waited until you got home. Worth the wait. 

He pulled you into a kiss that felt different from any other. You could taste the word love on his tongue and feel it in the way that his body responded to yours, hips and shoulders, arms and chest. When you finally pulled back from lack of oxygen, you sat up and started to extend your arm to help him off the ground and into a hug, when you saw him cock his arm back, a compact white ball in his hand. It hadn’t been his boot he was stopping down for earlier. He’d armed himself with a snowball, carrying it over and dropping it right next to himself before hitting the ground with you. Sneaky trickster. 

“Benjamin,” you warned, the serious tone hard to hold from the happiness that you felt. “Don’t you dare throw that snowball at me.” His devilish grin only grew. “I’m warning you,” you scooted backwards, scooping up a ball of your own. “Don’t start a war now.” 

He smiled and narrowed his eyes before tossing the snowball behind him. It landed with a soft thud in the snow. “Nah,” he said, standing up and brushing himself off before reaching down to help you up. His hands wrapped around yours. “We’ve got too much to do,” he pulled you closer and pressed his lips to your ear, like he did the last night you’d spent together. “And you said you love me, so,” without warning he changed his level and picked you up over his shoulder. “I think that’s a conversation worth continuing.” He set you down laughing on the front porch. “I think we should continue it upstairs.” He leaned in again, nose brushing yours as he took your face between his palms and kissed you. “In bed.” 

Three days of bad weather kept you out of the cold and in one another’s arms, basking in that shift in your relationship, the one that neither of you wanted, expected, or thought possible. You finished the decorations, Benjamin’s arms never too far from your waist during the day, the two of you curled in the window seat with separate books at night. On the third day, the sun finally came out to shine on the facets of frozen wonder that blanketed the world around you, and the two of you grabbed your shovels to clear the walkways and areas that you’d need to access in order to hang the outdoor decorations. Sticking your shovel into that pile of snow you’d cleared, you took a breath, watching Benjamin clear the pathway that lead to the garage. It was still the same house, the same garage and the same pathways. It was the same home you’d had for years. But now Benjamin was a solid part of that home, of your life. You tried not to get too far ahead of yourself. There was still plenty for the two of you to learn about one another. But you knew that Benjamin was a smart man, and you knew he didn’t throw words away like trash. If he said love, he felt love, simple and easy as that. He waved over to you with one gloved hand, the other still holding the handle of his shovel. You beamed and waved back at him. I can’t wait to learn more about you, B.  

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[oncasette]

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗜𝗘

frankie morales x fem!reader

summary: 1.3k.

He’s watched you drip conversation like honey and he watches as you keep him separated at an arm’s distance. He watches as the dying sun casts a tangerine glow over your warmed skin, the way your ballet slipper nails pitter patter against the armrest, and the way his brain is practically purring at the sight of you in his t-shirt. 

or the one where frankie finds himself face to face with feelings he’s finally ready to share while waist deep in the lake of benny’s summer cabin. 

warnings: none, not beta’d

notes: my first fic here! it’s short n sweet but i’m super excited to start sharing my writing with y’all!!

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The first summer you’d stayed at the house had been the boy’s fifth. Benny had decided, as your self-declared brother, to drag you along fresh off your college graduation. Quite literally shoving you into your bedroom to pack with your gown still on, fresh off graduation. 

The house was barely big enough for the five of you with three bedrooms and, thankfully, you’d been given–forced, really–into the master bedroom without a roomie. God Bless, Benjamin Miller and his decidedly very nice lake house and disastrously comfortable king size bed. 

It was that summer you met Frankie Morales. Of course, you met the other two that summer as well, barely having met Will in passing one morning at Benny’s apartment, but meeting Frankie was different. 

He’d actually been the one that insisted you get the master bedroom, even taking the liberty of taking your duffel bag upstairs and placing it on the–once again, very fabulous–bed. He was quieter than the other guys, for the most part. You decided that was probably for the best, though. You’re not sure how much of his voice you’d be able to handle in large quantities. 

He was always the first one in the kitchen, even if he wasn’t the first one up, and he made breakfast for whoever managed to get up before ten at least once a week. He was your designated grocery store buddy, despite how much he’d initially grumbled about it, and he designated himself as the fire man, both in gathering firewood and maintaining it while it burned. More importantly, you found him becoming your best friend over the course of that summer and the ones that followed. 

Now, his fingers glide across the top of the murky lake water with ease, just barely breaking through the tension to submerge the tips in the green-brown water. He watches–no, more senses–you from where you sit on the makeshift beach, in that off-white plastic chair he’s sure he’d broken three summers ago. The same one that Benny had scrounged up from beneath the back porch and was, surprisingly, in one piece and just needed a good spray down from the hose. He watches you sit there, not really his, not really not. 

He’s watched you drip conversation like honey and he watches as you keep him separated at an arm’s distance. He watches as the dying sun casts a tangerine glow over your warmed skin, the way your ballet slipper nails pitter patter against the armrest, and the way his brain is practically purring at the sight of you in his t-shirt. 

You smile, barely catching his eyes from where they’re hidden under that godforsaken baseball cap he’s always got on. You think the only time you’d ever seen it off his head was when he fell asleep on your sofa that one afternoon, and even then it’d been tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. You wish he’d take it off more, run his fingers through the curls, maybe even let you do it for a change. 

“Join me?” he hears himself ask through the numbness of his eardrums. You nod, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth in a half-assed attempt to hide the smile quirking at the corners of your mouth as you tug the thin material of his worn t-shirt over your head, the one he’d been forced to wear for the entirety of your first summer at this lake house for a reason none of you are really sure of–although, you’re certain Pope had something to do with it. It was sporting a fairly nasty tear in the left armpit, but his scent had woven itself into the fabric, and you really couldn’t bring yourself to care as you tossed it over the head of your chair as you made your way down to the water. 

He can see the chill of the water overtake you as you toe your way towards him in the two-piece bikini he’d prayed you hadn’t brought along. Not because he didn't like it. Obviously not. Obviously he loved it, and the fact that he found himself admitting that, even just to himself, belied the heart of the issue. 

“I don’t see how you stand it out here,” you snicker with chattering teeth, catching yourself tucking your head beneath his chin. 

“Allows me to think,” he hums in response. His hands find themselves on your waist, brushing over the goosebumps with calloused palms. 

“That’s no good,” you chuff, poking his chest with the pad of your finger, just below his collarbone. You almost allow yourself to wonder what it would feel like if it was your lips instead. 

Usually he would’ve said something smart back, something tiny and miniscule and stupid that you would’ve forgotten within the hour, but he’s distracted himself with the way your skin feels against his. Sure, you’d been close before, touched knees, wrists, but never something like this. And certainly not with this little clothing. 

“What’s up, Fish?” you push with the lack of his response. He isn’t sure why he’s decided to tell you now, or why it feels as if he doesn’t tell you now his heart will stop beating, or why his head is tilting lower and lower despite the way his brain is screaming at him to stop. 

“Can I tell you something?” He busies himself with the strap of your bathing suit top, tugging, but not hard enough to risk the tie coming undone. Your jaw drops in an attempt to respond but you’re cut off before you can even push out enough air to whisper. “And can you not say anything until I’m done? I don’t think I’m ever gonna get it out if I don’t say it right now.” 

You nod, urging him on when the vibration of his speech stalls. His pulse flutters against her touch, against the feel of her skin, the whisper of her lips. 

“I think…” his breath hitched. How could he tell her this? How could he tell her this? How could he stand here and tell her that the sun doesn’t rise in the morning without her smile, how she’s the reason he even agreed to keep coming on these trips after that first summer, how he hears her voice every night in his dreams, whether he wants to or not? How could he allow himself to push the yearning out of his throat and tell her? 

“Spit it out,” you finally sigh. 

“I’m in love with you,” he sputters, eyes flickering back and forth between your overly-dilated pupils from where you’d pulled back from his chest. His grip remained, though, tightening on your hips from where he can hear the way you choke on your breath, the way your tongue rolls over the backs of your teeth. 

“Fish–”

“No-that’s not how-” he groans. He wasn’t supposed to have spit it out like that. He was supposed to say more, describe how he felt maybe, now he’d just scared you off. “I think I’ve been in love with you since you walked through that door, for fuck’s sake, and you can reject me all you want, I just needed you to know.” 

Your fingers trail up his exposed skin until they’re cupping his cheek, brushing across the patch in his beard. He swears his breathing stops completely. 

“You gonna let me talk now?” you say finally as he hums in response. 

The late May sky had melted into a thick goop of orange opsicle at that point and he wanted nothing more than to take a picture of the way it's reflecting off the murky water and into your eyes. 

“Now, before you go all rambly on me again,” you inhale shakily. Your cheeks are flushed, maybe from the sun. Maybe from him. Like cherry pie, he notes. “After Benny quite literally threw me into his truck bed and dragged me up here that first summer, I didn’t think he’d be able to convince me to come back the next year, let alone every summer after that. But coming here brought me to you, Frankie. We live six hours away from this damn cabin. Why would I come out all this way if I didn’t love you, too?”

He doesn’t even elect to respond, instead choosing to slant his mouth over yours. 

[dracowars]

hi! can I request a draco angsty fic based off the song “if I killed someone for you” by alec benjamin? maybe something that deals with unrequited love? thank you 🥰🥰

if i killed someone for you | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 774

summary: where draco kills someone for y/n

a/n: i didn’t know the song beforehand, but i absolutely love it now! thank you so much for this request <3

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of death, minor character death, unrequited love, unhealthy obsession, toxic relationship

universe: harry potter

Breathing heavily with tears running down his cheeks and then falling to the already wet floor, he stands there, completely alone, lonely. Shocked, almost frightened, he lifts his head a bit to look at his own face in the shattered mirror. But he does not see his face, he does not recognize himself. The boy he now sees in his reflection, staring at him so sadly and reproachfully, is completely alien to him.

A loud, painful scream leaves Draco’s mouth while he grips the sink even tighter than he already did, digging the splinters of the mirror even further and deeper into his palm so that not only tears but also blood covers the floor now. He does not feel the pain anymore anyway. His body is completely resistant to any kind of pain except that one pain coming straight from within his heart.

What would his parents say if they could see him like this? But more importantly, what would you say?

He vowed to be better, to be a better man. Now he cowers next to a lifeless body, not quite realizing yet what he has done. One moment he suddenly stood in front of him, and he pulled out his wand, the green eerie light lit up in front of his eyes and suddenly everything was over. As if nothing had ever happened, as if he had never even been there.

Worst of all, however, is that Draco does not care. He feels completely numb, nothing gets through to him. Neither did he call for help nor did he try to help himself. He just stood there. It would have been too late anyway. That is why he does not even take another look at the dead body but walks straight past it after trying to wash the bloody stains from his white shirt in vain for several minutes. Quickly, he runs through the dark corridors, his gaze scurrying back and forth in fear that he might meet someone at any moment. Someone who is not you.

But he knows that everything will turn out alright, because he did it for you. A kind of ecstasy runs through his entire body as he ponders how you are going to react. After all, he did all of this just for you. He has always done everything for you and now you will finally recognize him for it. It will have been worth joining the Death Eaters because of you, and it will be worth killing someone for you too. You will love him more than ever and take his hands in yours lovingly, even though he recently killed someone with them. For you.

The smallest noise that he perceives already makes him stop in his tracks. Only when he is sure that he was just imagining it does he continue on his way. Draco follows the path that will lead him to you.

It does not take long and without really realizing it, he finally stands at your door. He cannot quite remember how he got here so quickly, but that is the last thing he cares about now. All he desperately wants is to see you.

The dull knock on the door only reaches him through thick clouds, as does the creak of the door after you slowly open it. However, the expression on your face is very different from what Draco had hoped for.

“Draco? Is that you?”, he hears your voice from afar, even though you are only a few meters in front of him. He watches how you look him up and down, scanning him and discovering the splatters of blood, noticing his terrible appearance.

You do not recognize him. Just as little as he recognized himself in his reflection.

“I-It is me”, he says quietly, but not even his own voice sounds familiar anymore. “C-Can I.. Can I come in?”

“Draco, what have you done!?”

The reproach reaches him all of a sudden, piercing his entire body like a painful arrow and suddenly destroying everything in him. He does not get to answering you – he is not even sure his voice has not already left him after you have apparently noticed what happened, what he did.  

But he did it for you. Only for you.

You wanted it this way. You wanted him to do it. That is why he did it. He changed and has finally become what you wanted him to be.

And as you walk past him in that moment, quickly running away from him, it suddenly occurs to Draco that the person he actually killed is himself.

He killed himself for you.

[stariwrites]

Part One

Red: An Underground Hero Deku x Crime lord fem! Reader

18+ Minors DNI or else I’ll revoke your kneecaps

Author’s Note: All characters are aged up and this fic is a monstrosity so I figured I’d split it up into two parts this is part one and I’ll link part 2 as well when I post it

Tw: fem dom, corruption kink, praise kink, biting/marking, club setting, dry humping, slight choking, alcohol is mentioned (Izuku doesn’t drink it) use of the pet name baby boy, semi public sex

Thank you to @chaos-night for beta reading, I appreciate it!!

For @yixxes I hope you like it!!

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“None are known to be good, till they have an opportunity to be bad”-Benjamin Whichcote

Summary: From the day you laid your eyes on Izuku Midoriya you knew you were going to be drawn to him. 

From the day you laid your eyes on Izuku Midoriya you knew you were going to be drawn to him. There was something about the way the college student stood in front of you with his arms drawn into himself as if he shrank far enough he would disappear. You couldn’t help but smile softly at him. 

The man in front of you was impressive to say the least even though he didn’t look it. He was able to track your group for days without your people even knowing. He documented everything in notebooks he carried with him. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed the more he stared at you. He was trembling slightly, but his eyes never wavered. They held a fire behind them, one that you couldn’t even begin to describe. 

“Midoriya, right?” you asked, folding your hands in front of yourself.

“What do you want with me.” 

It wasn’t a question. Part of you grinned at the challenge. You had to give him credit, his voice only shook a small amount. Anybody else wouldn’t have been able to have the courage to do so, much less to you. 

Standing up from your chair, you signaled to the guards on either side of the door to stand down when they tried to move closer, weapons raised. 

“Do you know who we are?” you asked peering down at the streets below you. All Might was battling a water quirk user. You scowled at the scene before you, it was only a matter of time before he beat them to a pulp. 

“I know,” he said slowly in an attempt to keep his voice level, “that you’re an organization dedicated to uprooting false heroes.” 

Without turning around you gestured for him to continue. You watched his reflection in the window, he took a deep breath almost willing himself to talk once more. 

“You took Endeavor down and made a deal with Stain.”

“Very good,” you clapped, turning back around to face him. He was focused entirely on you. ”Now do you know who I am?” 

He didn’t hesitate, “The Woman in Red, heroes and villains alike haven’t been able to catch you. Nobody knows what your quirk is or if you even have one.”

You nodded to yourself, he showed promise. If you could use it to your advantage there would be no way your plan would fail. With his help you could uproot the fakest hero of them all.

“Tell me, what do you think of us Midoriya?”

It took him a couple of seconds to register what you said judging by the way his green eyes were transfixed on the destroyed All Might poster off to the side of the room. 

“A reminder,” he jumped at the sound of your voice while his eyes fixed themselves onto you. “All Might isn’t the hero that everybody believes he is,” you watched his eyes widen at your words. Part you assumed it was from shock at the way you said them so carelessly, but there was something else there. It was swimming under the surface almost begging to be unleashed.

Before you could place it, he coughed and straightened his posture. He could’ve looked confident when he stood like that if he didn’t shrink into himself at the last moment. With the proper training he’d stand to his full size without feeling insecure.

“Why am I here?” his voice was softer than before, concealed. It made a vicious smirk cross onto your face. You couldn’t wait to help him unlock his true potential. The thought alone almost had you pouncing on him, but you refrained. You wouldn’t scare him away just yet.

You moved closer to him, allowing your nails to drift across the wood over your desk before using one of them to tilt Midoriya’s face closer to yours. He didn’t pull away.

“Because, Izuku Midoriya,” you refused to leave his gaze, “I want you to join Chimera.”

He gulped at the proximity, “And if I refuse?” 

You couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped your lips. He was too cute for his own good. You flicked your eyes to his before locking them on his lips. 

“Then, I guess I’ll just have to find a way to persuade you,” you emphasized the words by moving closer until your lips brushed against his. You watched as he unconsciously closed his eyes and leaned into it, but before your lips fully touched you turned towards the door. 

You didn’t miss the pout that crossed onto his face when you broke away, but he missed the sadistic smile you wore as you gestured for the guards to file out. All you received in return was a nod from them until they headed out the door. 

When it was your turn you held the door open, but before leaving you met his gaze one last time.

“I’ll give you two weeks to make a decision, until then I look forward to our next meeting,” you purred and leaned against the open door in a way that rivaled Jessica Rabbit, “Izuku Midoriya.”

After you spoke those final words you left with a laugh while he stood in the dark room wondering what just happened.

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“She wants you to join, huh?” Aizawa said from where he was perched on the rooftop. His eyes were scanning below, from the lights of the buildings Midoriya could make out the bags under the man’s eyes. It had to be a late night that was for sure.

Part of Izuku felt guilty pulling the man away from much needed sleep, but being an underground hero he needed allies and the only one with enough experience was Aizawa.

“What should I do?” he asked, moving out of the darkness and closer to the man. He watched the capture scarf blow in the wind slightly while he shivered. It was becoming colder even in Spring, he’d have to get warmer gear. 

Out of the corner of his eye Aizawa seemed to notice because a soft smile slid onto his face, “I told you to bundle up problem child, but you never listen.” 

Before Midoriya could say anything a jacket was flung his way, he jumbled it until he was able to hold it steady. Peering down his eyes widened with disbelief.

“Are you just going to stand there or put it on?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Stumbling out a yes, he wrapped the jacket around him and zipped it up. It was sleek, light fitting but also warm. Izuku couldn’t help but sink into the feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been hugged, but wearing that coat he felt like he received the biggest embrace in the world.

A peaceful silence fell over the two of them while they stared out at the streets below. It was a quiet night, the only sounds were of the cars driving by and an occasional group of friends walking past. Their voices echoed off the buildings and were burned into Izuku’s ears. 

He wondered what that was like, having friends. He knew going down the path he was on would be dangerous. He couldn’t have time for them if he was going to save people, especially since there was a chance they could become targets.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if his life would’ve been different if he’d had them when he was younger.

“I think,” Aizawa began, causing Izuku to fix his eyes onto his mentor. “That you should do it. You can get into their organization and gain intel, be a double agent of sorts.”

Izuku’s heart stopped. “Me?” he sputtered, “Do you really think I could pull something like that off? Half of the pro heroes have tried to take Chimera down and they’ve come up empty handed everytime! And besides the only reason I followed them was to bring the information to you!

How do you know I won’t end up like the others?”

“I don’t,” came the response. Izuku expected that to be it and for Aizawa to leave, but instead he turned to Midoriya and placed his fist on his protege’s chest, “But if there’s one thing I know it’s that if anybody could take down Chimera it would be you.”

Izuku focused his gaze onto the ground until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Aizawa shot him a look of genuine faith. “She went out of her way to try and recruit you. I doubt she’ll want to hurt you, but keep your guard up.”

With a nod of understanding followed by an “I will”, the man took that as his cue and began to walk towards the edge of the building.

“You don’t have to of course, but if you do, don't try to do everything on your own kid. You’ve got me. And it’s about time you actually started working on the front lines rather than behind the scenes.”

 With that he was off, a sigh left Midoriya’s lips. He’d been told time and time again that he wasn’t cut out for field work. Not with college he was juggling as well as the fact that his lack of a quirk was always taken into account. He stared up at the sky, he couldn’t remember when he became like this. 

He thought back to the earlier times where he constantly believed he could be a hero. He still believed, but it was subdued. Sad even, but he’d try. If he could take them down it would mean helping more people. 

“I wish you were here, mom,” he said to the stars while tears began to slide down his face, “I’m a little lost right now.”

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The two weeks seemed to crawl by. Izuku was getting restless. He knew his decision, but he couldn’t find Chimera anywhere. He checked every back alley, store, restaurant that the members usually went in and came up empty handed. Even when he did find the members and tried to follow them shouting wait or slow down it was like they’d disappear at the last second. 

After running around for nearly three hours he found a bench next to a nearby park and took a seat. He tossed his head back, attempting to get all of the air he lost back. His clothes stuck to him uncomfortably while his forehead was making his hair stick to it. 

They sure can run when they really want to, he thought in between puffs of air. He didn’t know how he’d make it through patrolling, especially now. He dreaded the thought, clutching his side at the reminder. He managed to take Muscular down but not without the villain getting a few hits in. It was worth it though, considering Koda’s smile once he was discharged from the hospital. 

Yeah, he thought looking up at the sky with a serene smile. It had been worth it. 

After catching his breath, he was about to get up from the bench until a person sat down next to him with a note. They didn’t look at Midoriya, instead they were focused straight ahead. The shades made it difficult to see their eyes, while their hoodie and jeans made them look like an ordinary person.

“An invitation,” the person grumbled out, “Don’t be late.” 

Izuku didn’t watch them go, flipping the envelope over he noticed neatly scrawled out cursive. The envelope itself was red with a wax gold stamp. A chimera was in the center while the cursive was in gold. He didn’t open it until he was safe in his apartment.

His breath hitched as he read the words over and over again to make sure he had them right. Once he realized he did, he texted Aizawa on the burner phone they used specifically for underground work and buried his head in his hands.

“What am I getting myself into?”

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The neon lights bathed everybody into an ocean of colors. People were swarmed into the center of the room, dancing and grinding on anybody close to them. The bass caught in Midoryia’s chest as he navigated through the crowd. He glanced around, taking all the strobing lights in. The letter said to meet at The Tavern, but it never specified where.

After bumping into several people and almost being roped into dancing, he finally found the bar. He took a seat and checked his phone as he waited for his nerves to calm down. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to one of these. He thought back to freshman year when he first started out he’d gone to a local club to see what it was like only to realize he wasn’t really fond of it.

“Not exactly your scene is it?” a bartender asked, sliding him a drink. Midoriya looked up at the woman with a sheepish smile. She looked to be about his age, her short hair framing her face. Earphones were dangling  from ears. Must be her quirk, Izuku thought with excitement. Her pierced brow was raised as she stared at Midoriya.

“Is it that obvious?”

She hummed for a moment, studying him before she nodded, “Nobody wears a shirt that says ‘Club Shirt’ on it. It’s an interesting pick.”

He flushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he should’ve gone with something different. 

“Yeah,” he said trailing off until his eyes landed on the drink.

“I don’t—”

Before he continued the woman stopped him, “It’s on the house, you’re waiting for her aren’t you?” 

He was about to ask how she knew when you sat down next to him with a smile, “I see you’ve met Jirou, my most trusted friend.” 

Izuku watched as the woman, Jirou’s face turned bright red. He almost thought he heard a don’t mention it before she went off to serve more drinks, leaving him with you. 

He was nervous, that much was easy to tell with the way his eyes kept jumping from corner to corner. Poor thing you thought while his leg bounced up and down. Part of you cringed, he felt out of place.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” 

The sound of your voice over the music snapped his attention back to you. Taking his blank stare and furrowed eyebrows as a sign, you huffed out a laugh and repeated yourself. He joined in albeit nervously.

“It’s okay,” he said, stirring his drink with the straw, “You planned to meet here. I don’t want to cause any trouble,” he took a deep breath, “Boss.” 

You turned to him with wide eyes before waving him off as you leaned closer to the table, “You don’t have to call me boss you know,” you said nonchalantly, “Not even the guards call me that.” 

He couldn’t help but stare at you in awe. How you were able to be so calm in a place like this was beyond him, but it helped him relax. With furrowed brows he focused back on his straw. The ice clanked against the glass, but he couldn’t hear it over the song playing. 

“What should I call you then?”

Just like the first time you met, you used one of your fingers to tilt his head up, he could feel your breath mingle with his while his face turned a vibrant shade of red. He silently thanked the lights for making it almost impossible for you to see it. He watched as your eyes clouded over while a sinister smile fell onto your face. It made him feel small underneath it. 

Before he could say anything, you leaned in close to his ear. 

“I have a couple ideas,” your words sent goosebumps to ripple against his skin while his mouth felt dry. He wanted to know what they were, wanted to ask. What was going on with him?!

He didn’t have much time to dwell once he felt your breath ghost against his neck. It was warm and sent shivers down his spine. He briefly felt the touch of your lips against him, part of him hoped you wouldn’t pull away. 

“Please,” he rasped before he could stop himself. Your lips curled into a grin, one of your hands snaked from the table to bury itself in his green hair. 

“Let’s get out of here.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

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The cool air of the outside clashed with the warmth from the club. Izuku barely processed your lips meeting only to find that in the next minute he was up against the brick wall behind the club. Your hands tangled themselves into his green curls causing him to whimper against your lips.

“Fuck,” you muttered, pussy clenching at the sound he made. You wanted to hear more, wanted him to scream. You placed your knee in between his legs, he instantly started to grind down on your thigh. He tried to pull away from you, but that only made you hold his curls tighter before letting him go. A string of saliva was all that left the connection until you wiped it away with the back of your sleeve. 

Izuku’s face was flushed as he tried to catch his breath. Everything about you was intoxicating, especially the way you looked him up and down like he was your prey. He was still grinding against you, his puffs of air were visible in the night. It wasn’t until you touched his side that he flinched.

You pulled your hand away in concern, but he was quick to shush you with the way his lips latched back onto yours. He could tell you about the wound later, you thought. His lips were soft against yours, when you met for another kiss you opened your mouth. Catching the hint, he opened his mouth enough for you to snake your tongue into his mouth. Judging from the way he was grinding faster against you with broken moans you could tell he was enjoying himself. 

You pushed him further into the wall, it was surely digging into his back by now, but he made no sound of pain. You made sure to avoid his waist, instead you grabbed a hold of his belt loops and yanked his lower body into an arch.

“Oh my god,” Midoriya groaned, tossing his head back against the wall. He needed more, you were everywhere, breathing into his neck, sucking and biting the skin there. Weakly he went to push you off.

“No marks-can’t ah-can’t ngh cover them.” 

A grin casted onto your face. He was so cute like this, all sprawled out under you just as you knew he’d be. You kissed the skin close to his pressure point before staring directly into Izuku’s eyes. Your lips brushed against each other. His eyelashes fluttered as he went to close the space, but you held his neck with one hand and pressed him back.

“I don’t think so baby,” you whispered. Your voice lower in pitch. You didn’t miss the way his pulse jumped under your fingers. Your eyes widened in shock until you gained back control. This was more interesting than you thought. “Does the little hero like this, hm? You like being helpless?” To emphasize your words, you guided his hips with one hand and ground him against your thigh once more. 

A high whine escaped his mouth before he could prevent it. He knew this was wrong, that he should stop this but the way your hand made him dizzy around him and the pressure against his cock caused his mind to become fuzzy. What Aizawa didn’t know didn’t hurt him anyway.

“Please,” he whimpered, meeting your leg. He wanted more--no he needed more. “I’ll do anything, I’ll do anything just please.”

“Such a needy little thing aren’t you?” With a huff you slowly stop moving. Tears sprang into the corners of Midoriya’s eyes as he thrashed in an attempt to bring some of the pleasure back, but you only moved your leg away. Broken no’s spilled from his lips and into the cracks of the brick wall. He’s a mess of babbles and pleas. You wait a second longer until you lick a tear from his face, starting at his chin and stopping just below his cheek bone.

He’s about to thank you when you send him a devilish smirk and drop to your knees in front of him. The sight alone causes him to reach his high. You let him calm down, rubbing his thighs through his jeans. You whisper soft encouragements that he can barely decipher. 

Looking up at him you can see that his pupils are still blown wide while his chest is heaving up and down. Under the neon red light he looks perfect. You want to devour him, but you hold back. Soon he’d learn how to get hard just by your words alone, but first you’d have to train him.

It isn’t until he comes down from his high that he realizes what he’s done. Mortification falls over him faster than you thought from the way his face flushes even further. You wished he wasn’t in so many clothes, you could almost bet that the same would be found on his neck leading to his chest.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to, I tried holding it in but-”

Slowly, you rose to your feet and before he could stumble over more excuses you kissed his cheek whispering “Good boy,” into his ear. If Midoriya hadn’t just cum he would’ve from those words alone. 

You laughed softly at his body’s reaction before breaking away from him fully. You don’t miss the pout that formed on his face when you stepped away. At first it was cute, but now seeing it after this made something snap. You quickly grabbed him by the jaw and traced your thumb over his bottom lip. 

“Such a sweet little mouth, making all those pretty sounds earlier, but I think I have more uses for it rather than just pouting,” you locked onto his wide eyes. “Wouldn’t you say, Midoriya?”

He could only nod against you, completely trapped under your gaze. You had him right where you wanted him. “Well then baby boy,” you said detaching yourself once more. “Get to work.”

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Midoriya woke up in a cold sweat for the umpteenth time that week. He fell back into the pillow with a groan. It had been weeks since that encounter and he was desperate to do it again. He couldn’t escape the sound of your moans echoing in the night or the way your nails dug into his hair just right to send waves of pleasure zipping down his back. And the way you tasted, he craved feeling you against his tongue, drowning in you. 

However now that he was officially part of Chimera after being tested the night after he was able to taste you, it had been pretty standard. There was nothing out of the ordinary, the organization ran just like how any other underground facility would. Midoriya had his own jobs that he had to handle such as keeping track of shipments and making sure nobody was caught. He didn’t have much to report back to Aizawa which caused the older man to worry.

Izuku huffed at the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. Speak of the devil. Why couldn’t the man just leave him alone? He knew what he was doing and what he went there to do. Even if his mind was preoccupied with you, he would still put Chimera down first and besides you weren’t serious about him either. 

Without looking at the contact he put the phone up to his ear. “Look Aizawa I’m fine I don’t need you checking up on me every second of every day so please just this once don’t contact me on my day off.”

Izuku expected to hear the gruff voice sigh into the other line and promptly begin telling Izuku why checking in is important because it could mean the difference between life and death which, being an underground hero, the lines tend to blur. 

Instead, there was a delayed pause followed by a low whistle, “And he lets you talk to him like that? I’m impressed.”

At the sound of your voice, he instantly shot up from the futon. “Boss, hey um why are you calling?” His blood froze for a second. “I didn’t miss anything, did I?!” He tossed the covers off of him and was about to head to his dresser to change when his foot got caught in the sheets causing him to crash to the ground.

You heard the loud bang on the other line causing you to snort. There was a heavy sound of stomping followed by another brief crash that caused you to look out into the city with a smile. You were reminded in that moment that he was still a college student, so full of life. 

“Nope, I was just calling to check in.”

Midoriya scowled on the other end of the phone. “You and Aizawa both. I’m fine if that’s what you’re wondering. I have all my body parts intact and none of them are broken,” he even wiggled his hands and sat back on the futon to swing his feet even though you couldn’t see him. “Thank you very much,” he said dryly. 

You hummed, mulling over his response. Ever since he joined he’s been more sure of himself, capable. It was an accepted change, after all he needed to be strong. Especially if your plan was going to work. After all, the stronger they are the more fun to break.

“He and I are alike then. You do realize that there’s a very fine line between life and death, right? People like us have to stick together.”

“How are you both the same person?”

That question alone had you laughing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Midoriya, but I do have something you can do for me.”

He perked up at that. “What is it?”

“I’ll pick you up, how does noon sound?”

“Yes-” he said all too fast before coughing. “I mean yeah sure, whatever works for you.”

“Good, be sure you’re ready early, I always come on time.” 

With that you hung up the phone and spun back to face your office desk. Phase one was complete, now you could move on to phase two. Leaning your head on the desk, you could feel rather than see Jirou’s eyes boring holes into your forehead.

“Why aren’t you worried about Midoriya?”

You cocked you head to the side. “Why would I need to be worried?”

“He’s working with Aizawa.” It wasn’t a question, but it didn’t need to be. You knew Izuku was working with the man for years before he even discovered your group, but that didn’t matter. You thought back to his confidence, how he was able to give orders and stand up for himself now, but still looked at you to make sure he wasn’t speaking out of turn. It caused a fire to burn in the pit of your stomach.

“Rest assured, Midoriya won’t be a problem. After all,” you said interlocking your hands on top of the desk. “I have him wrapped around my finger.”

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