#could put her in my pocket and keep her safe forever and ever and ever

[meleeyz]

┈﹒ ꒰ 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘!𝗘𝗞𝗞𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 ꒱

ekko 𝒙 fem!reader

୨୧ English is not my first language, so I regret in advance if something reads weird or is misspelled

୨୧ These are headcanons of the other Ekko, before the canon Ekko from the show "takes" his place… I hope you understand...

୨୧ I'm still writing for the fic, but the last chapters is taking longer than I thought, I hope you understand, in the meantime I have some things in drafts that I will publish so you don't run out of content.

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another universe!ekko who was really nervous about proposing to you knowing how big of a step that is...

Ekko had always been a confident guy. He was innovator, someone who could fix almost anything. But when it came to you, he found himself feeling like a bumbling preteenager all over again. He wanted everything to be perfect—down to the handmade ring he was crafting for the proposal. Using scraps of precious metals and stones he collected over the years, he poured hours of focus into shaping it into something that represented your story together. Benzo would catch him hunched over his workstation at odd hours, muttering about the alignment or polish. "You know, kid, it’s not like she’s gonna turn you down if it’s a millimeter off," Benzo teased, ruffling Ekko’s hair. Ekko would just grin sheepishly but double his efforts anyway.

another universe!ekko who practiced his proposal speech a dozen times, only to get caught mid-rehearsal...

He was standing in the middle of The Last Drop, the roof their unofficial safe haven for years. “So, um, I’ve been thinking…” he started, pacing back and forth. “No, no, that sounds dumb. Okay—‘you’re the light of my life, and I can’t imagine—’ ugh, that’s so cheesy.” Behind him, Powder crept up the stairs, barely containing her giggles. “Keep going,” she whispered, trying not to laugh. Ekko whipped around, his face flaming red. “How long have you been there?!” “Long enough to know you’re terrible at this,” she teased, doubling over with laughter. “You’re lucky she already loves you.”

another universe!ekko who had no idea you were planning your own big announcement...

While Ekko was caught up in his grand proposal plans, you were busy with plans of your own. The test results sat folded in your pocket for days, and your hands hovered over them more times than you could count. You were going to be a mother. It was Powder who figured it out first, being too observant for her own good. “You’ve been glowing,” she said one afternoon while helping you sort supplies at the community center. “Also, you cried over Mylo spilling coffee, so I kinda put two and two together.” You blinked at her, stunned. “Powder, you cannot tell anyone yet!” She held up her hands. “Cross my heart! But seriously, I’m gonna be the best godmother ever!” You couldn’t help but laugh, though your nerves stayed. You wondered how Ekko would react, if he’d be overwhelmed or excited—or both.

another universe!ekko who proposed on the roof of the last drop, the place where your story began...

Ekko had chosen the roof where he had first kissed you as the spot to ask you to be his forever. He had strung up soft, glowing lights and set up a little table with flowers and your favorite dessert. When you stepped onto the roof and saw him standing there, his hands fidgeting nervously as he smiled at you, your heart swelled with affection. He cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. "So, uh… I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time." You stepped closer, your smile encouraging him to continue. "Being with you has been the greatest adventure of my life," he said, his voice gaining confidence. "And I can’t imagine spending another day without knowing that you’ll always be by my side. So..." He dropped to one knee and pulled out the handmade ring, holding it up with a hopeful look. "Will you marry me?" Tears filled your eyes as you nodded, unable to find your voice at first. "Yes, Ekko. Of course, I’ll marry you." The joy on his face was priceless as he slipped the ring onto your finger, pulling you into a tight embrace.

another universe!ekko who fainted when you told him you were pregnant moments later...

But before he could say another word, you decided it was time to share your own surprise. “I have something to tell you too,” you said, your hand trembling as you guided his to your stomach. “You’re going to be a dad.” His grin froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Wait, what—?” And then he hit the floor. Powder’s shriek of laughter carried from the rooftop stairs. "I knew he’d do that!"

another universe!ekko who woke up to find you fanning him, looking both amused and concerned...

"You okay?" you asked, trying not to laugh. He blinked up at you, groaning. "Wait… did you just say…?" "Yes, Ekko," you said softly. "You’re going to be a dad." For a moment, he was silent, then a wide grin broke across his face. "I’m gonna be a dad," he repeated, awe in his voice.

another universe!everyone who was overjoyed by the double news…

Vander insisted on hosting an engagement party at The Last Drop, which quickly turned into a celebration for the baby too. Silco was the first to congratulate you both, "You’ll be a wonderful mother," he said quietly. Claggor and Mylo, meanwhile, started a heated argument over who would be the better uncle. "I’m obviously the fun uncle," Mylo declared, crossing his arms. Claggor rolled his eyes. "The kid needs someone responsible. That’s me." Powder, sitting nearby, added fuel to the fire. "Don’t worry, guys. The baby’s gonna love me more anyway. I’m the godmother!" Benzo couldn’t resist teasing Ekko. "Didn’t want to wait, huh?" he joked, clapping him on the back. Ekko just laughed, unashamed. "When you know, you know."

another universe!ekko who became the most attentive fiancé and father-to-be anyone had ever seen…

Ekko went into full-on protective mode. He insisted on carrying anything remotely heavy for you, making sure you got enough rest, and preparing meals that he claimed were "good for the baby." "Ekko, it’s just a broom," you said one afternoon, trying to sweep the living room. "Doesn’t matter," he replied, gently taking it from your hands. "You’re not lifting a finger while I’m around."

another universe!ekko who is absolutely excited about his baby

Ekko transformed into the ultimate caretaker. He made sure you were comfortable at all times, fussing over pillows, blankets, and cravings. He’d often disappear for errands and come back with baby clothes, stuffed animals, or tiny shoes. "You know it’s too early to shop, right?" you teased one evening. "Yeah, but look at these little boots!" he said, holding them up proudly.

another universe!ekko who spent hours talking to your belly...

He would lean close, resting his head against you as he spoke softly. “Hey, little one. It’s your dad. I just wanted to say I love you already—whether you’re a boy or a girl, doesn’t matter.” Your laughter filled the room. “You’re gonna spoil them before they’re even born.” “Damn right,” he said, grinning.

another universe!silco who became unexpectedly protective of you during your pregnancy…

"Must I remind you," Silco said one day, his piercing gaze locking onto yours, "that you’re carrying a very important member of this family?" "I was just reaching for a book," you replied, amused. "It starts with books, and ends with unnecessary strain."

another universe!powder who was the maid of honor and made sure your dress was perfect...

Powder was practically vibrating with excitement as she helped you into your gown. “You look like a queen,” she declared, fluffing the skirt. “No, a goddess. Ekko’s gonna cry when he sees you.” “Let’s hope he doesn’t faint again,” you teased, earning a snort of laughter.

another universe!benzo who secretly cried at ekko’s wedding...

As you walked down the aisle, arm in arm with Vander, Benzo dabbed at his eyes. When Ekko teased him later, he grumbled, “Shut it, kid. It’s allergies.”

another universe!ekko whose wedding was the event of the year...

The Last Drop was transformed into a breathtaking venue, with twinkling lights and decorations. Vander had insisted on non-alcoholic cocktails, much to the delight of you and the other guests. Ekko couldn’t take his eyes off you as you exchanged vows, his voice steady despite the overwhelming emotions. “You’re my everything,” he said, slipping the ring onto your finger. "I promise to love you, protect you, and be the best partner and dad I can be—for you and for our family."

another universe!ekko who ended the night on the roof where it all began...

After the reception, Ekko led you back to the roof where it all began. The city lights shimmered below, the quiet hum of Zaun wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Ekko knelt in front of you, resting his head gently against your rounded belly. "I’ll be the best dad," he murmured, his hands cradling your bump. "You already are," you assured him, running your fingers through his hair. He looked up at you, his brown eyes shining with love. "And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it."

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[lionneee]

Cherry Lips

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BestFriend!Mordern!Aemond x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

•Warnings: smut, taking of sexual themes, loss of virginity, piv, fingering, kissing.•

“You’re kidding!” She laughed as she looked at her best friend.

It was night, and they were sitting on the sand, looking at the ocean with a bowl of cherries between them.

“I’m not kidding! I bring one every time I get out, you never know!” Aemond chuckled as he threw another cherry in his mouth.

“How exactly do you expect to love your virginity that you think about putting a fresh condom in your pocket every time you get out?” She laughed as she watched him raise his shoulders with an amused smirk and throw another cherry in his mouth.

“You’ll choke on it if you keep throwing them in your mouth like that.” She scoffed but was still smiling.

“Sorry, mom.” He smirked as she jokingly pushed her shoulder.

“Seriously though, I can’t wait to have a boyfriend. I want to have sex so much.” She whined as she grabbed a cherry and put it in her mouth. Aemond hummed in agreement.

“Yeah, if I don’t have sex in a while, I’ll suck at it forever. Girls want guys who know what they’re doing. It’s easier for you.” He looked at her with an amused smile, even if he was actually speaking his mind.

“I don’t think it’s about what guys can do.” She said as she leaned back on her hands. “It’s about feeling safe, I guess.” She looked at her feet as she dug under the sand with them.

“It’s frustrating! Every guy I’ve been with wanted to have sex so soon, and… I never felt like it. How am I supposed to have sex with my hypothetical boyfriend if I’m always nervous around them?” She sighed.

“I know.” He laid back, looking at the dark sky and the visible stars. “Maybe we still haven’t found the right person yet.” He hummed. She groaned and let herself fall back to lay beside him.

“It’s shitty.” She commented. Aemond smiled and nodded in agreement. “I just want someone that… I know I’ll be comfortable with, even after the act. That if I mess up because I don’t know anything it will not cringe away but make me feel okay, not embarrassed.”

“I’m sick and tired of being a virgin.” Aemond broke the serious moment with a groan. They both chuckled.

She turned her head to look at him, amusement twinkling in her eyes. “Yeah? You gonna put that condom in your pocket to good use anytime soon?”

Aemond smirked, tilting his head toward her. “You never know. Maybe the opportunity will present itself when I least expect it.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t fade. “Well, I hope whoever it is makes you feel comfortable too.”

Aemond turned onto his side, propping his head up on his hand as he studied her face. “What if it’s someone you already feel comfortable with?”

She frowned slightly, not immediately understanding what he meant. “Like a friend?”

“Yeah." He said, his voice casual, but there was something beneath it, something hesitant, something testing. “Someone you already trust. No awkwardness, no pressure. Just… figuring it out together.”

She blinked, processing his words. The thought had never crossed her mind before, not really. But as she looked at Aemond, his familiar face, the way he could make her laugh even in frustrating moments, it didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.

“You mean like… us?" She asked cautiously.

Aemond shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I mean, we both want to get it over with, right?” He hesitated, watching her reaction. “And we both want to feel safe.”

She bit her lip, looking up at the sky as her heart beat just a little faster. “That’s… not the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

He let out a chuckle, but it was softer this time, almost nervous. “No pressure. Just a thought.”

She turned her head to look at him again, searching his face. “Would it ruin things between us?”

Aemond’s smirk faded, and his expression grew serious. “I don’t think so. You’re my best friend. I’d never want to make you uncomfortable.”

She swallowed, a warmth spreading through her chest at his words as he laid back on the sand.. “Same. And we'll stay friends after we…”

“Of course.” He agreed, looking up at the sky.

For a moment, they just lay there, staring at the stars, the sound of the waves filling the silence. Then she exhaled, shaking her head with a chuckle.

“Well, at least we know one thing for sure." She said, reaching for another cherry.

Aemond arched his brow, turning to look at her. “What’s that?”

She popped the cherry into her mouth and grinned. “You’ll definitely have a condom ready.”

He groaned, rolling onto his back as she laughed beside him.

Once their laughs dissipated, they were left in a strange silence. Despite her agreeing to Aemond’s proposal, none of them made a move.

She chewed on her lip, staring up at the stars, her mind whirling. The idea had seemed so simple when they were joking about it. But now that it was hanging between them like an unanswered question, she wasn’t sure what to do next.

Aemond exhaled sharply, breaking the silence. “This is weird, isn’t it?”

She turned her head to look at him, and when she saw the faint nervousness in his expression, she felt a little relieved. At least she wasn’t the only one feeling this way. “A little." She admitted with a soft laugh.

He hummed, folding his arms behind his head. “I mean, we don’t have to do anything. It was just a thought.”

She hesitated, considering his words. “But… Do you want to?”

His jaw tensed for a second, as if he was debating something internally. Then he turned his head to meet her gaze. “Yeah." He said honestly. “But only if you do too.”

There was something about the way he said it, no teasing, no smirking, just simple sincerity, that made her heart flutter.

She swallowed, suddenly hyper aware of how close they were. The warm night air wrapped around them, the ocean waves whispering in the background. It was just them, alone on the sand, like always. But somehow, it felt different now.

“I don’t want it to be weird after." She murmured.

“It won’t be, I guess." He assured her. “Not unless we make it weird.”

She let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “That sounds like something someone would say right before it gets weird.”

Aemond chuckled. “I mean it." He said softly. “We’ll still be us.”

She studied him for a long moment, then she turned back to look at the stars. 

“Okay.” She said suddenly.

His eyes flickered to her lips for a brief second before meeting her gaze again. “Okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Again, no one moved, and they fell right back into their previous silence.

She couldn’t stop thinking, whether she should make a move, or say something, or kiss him.

But her body refused to move.

“Should we start with a kiss?” He asked carefully, stealing a glance at her.

She swallowed, nodding slowly. That seemed… reasonable. A low-risk way to ease into whatever this was.

“Yeah." She agreed as she laid on her side to face him.

He turned towards her, his gaze flickered to her lips before meeting her eyes again. He didn’t move right away, giving her the chance to change her mind. But when she didn’t, he leaned in, slow, deliberate.

The moment his lips brushed against hers, she felt her breath catch. It was soft, barely there, but enough to make her stomach flip.

Aemond pulled back an inch, searching her face. “Still okay?”

She blinked, licking her lips as if trying to process the feeling. “Yeah.”

His lips quirked in the faintest of smiles before he leaned in again, this time pressing a little firmer, letting it last just a second longer.

Her eyes fluttered shut as warmth spread through her chest. It wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… nice.

When they pulled apart, she exhaled, opening her eyes to meet his, licking her lips.

His lips tasted like cherry.

“Still not weird?" He asked, hesitation in his gaze.

She shook her head. “Not weird.”

Aemond nodded. “Good.”

For a moment, they just lay there, staring at each other, the sound of the ocean filling the space between them. 

Aemond leaned over again, this time when he kissed her, his tongue pushed gently, hesitantly against her lips, as if asking her to part them.

The sensation was strange, having his tongue in her mouth, or pushing hers in his, teeth clashing against teeth, the way he tasted, the exchange of saliva, was something she had never thought it would feel like.

But she liked it.

She put her hand on his cheek as she slowly raised herself on her elbow to deepen the kiss, their noses pressed against each other’s cheeks. Aemond let out a moan, a sound she never heard from him before, but that made her stomach clench in a strange way, and her thighs close tightly.

Aemond’s hand moved to her hip, slowly moving on her back as she pressed her against him. His other hand slipped in her hair, pulling her face closer from the back of her head, his tongue moving restless in her mouth.

Aemond’s fingers tightened slightly against her hip, his body pressing subtly into hers. The heat between them was building, slow but undeniable. She could feel his breath against her skin, the weight of his touch, the way his lips moved against hers like he was savoring the moment.

Her heart pounded as she let herself lean into him more, her own hands hesitantly exploring, fingertips ghosting over his jaw, then trailing down to the fabric of his shirt. He was warm, solid. Familiar and yet suddenly something else entirely.

Aemond pulled back just enough to look at her, his forehead nearly touching hers. His breathing was heavier now, his pupils slightly blown. “Still okay?" He murmured, voice low.

She nodded, her own breath shaky. “Yeah.”

He exhaled sharply, like he had been holding something back. “We can stop whenever, you know that, right?”

She swallowed, nodding again. She did know that. And yet, she didn’t want to stop.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, and she pulled him back down to her. This time, the kiss was different, deeper, more certain.

“You taste like cherry-“ He moaned in her mouth.

“You too…” She answered, slipping her hands in her hair, pulling him closer.

Aemond responded instantly, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, resting lightly against her bare skin. The contrast of the cool night air and his warm touch sent a shiver up her spine.

His lips moved to her jaw, then down to her neck. She gasped when he lingered there, his tongue tracing lightly against her skin.

Her back arched on its own, her legs spreaded, and Aemond wasted no time.

“Can I touch you?” He asked as he kept kissing the skin of her neck. She bit her lip at his question, nodding almost immediately.

Aemond groaned and slipped his hand under her pants and panties, searching desperately for her clit.

“Tell me where –” He looked up at her, his eye shadowed by a veil of pure desire.

“A bit lower- Ah!” She moaned as he found it, his fingers flicking it roughly. Aemond immediately looked back up at her from his hand.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned, stopping his hand for a moment.

“I’m fine…” She panted. “That felt good. P-press there-” She gasped as he applied the right amount of pressure. “Nor rub, not too fast.” 

Aemond nodded, looking back down at his hand as he did as she instructed, rubbing his fingers on her pearl. After he took the pace, he looked up at her, finding her with her head thrown back, silent cries escaping her lips, her back arched and her brows furrowed in pleasure.

He never expected that a sight like that could turn him on that much.

His cock was straining against his pants, begging for attention, so he slowly rubbed it against her tight, to alleviate a bit of lust.

“Can I slip them inside?” He didn’t realize it until he spoke, but he was breathing harder. He watched her closely, and when she nodded, he trailed two of his fingers lower, until he met her entrance. “Are two okay?” He asked, restraining himself to just fuck her with her fingers until she would crate a whole different ocean under them.

“Yes-” She panted, and let out a moan as he slipped his two thick fingers inside her. Aemond groaned at her beautiful sound, leaning his forehead against hers, as he crooked his fingers, rubbing her inner walls, searching desperately for that spot he knew women had.

His head fell on her shoulder as he imagined how her tight walls could feel around his cock, squeezing him from every side, massaging him, warming him.

“Where is it?” He growled to himself, against her ear, making a shiver run through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers digging on his back as she kept moaning.

Aemond smiled satisfied only when he heard her gasp, and moan louder, knowing he had found that spot. He kept rubbing it continuously, and when he felt her walls clenched around his fingers, his eye nearly rolled back.

He couldn’t wait to feel her, to know what her walls squeezing around him would feel.

“A-Aemond-” She panted, knowing she was close to the edge. She could feel herself tensing, and she knew she was going to experience one of her best orgasms ever.

His fingers moved faster inside her, and she had to cover her mouth to not moan too loud.

“I-I’m gonna- c-come —” She closed her eyes shut, wrapped her arm tighter around him, bringing him closer as her hips started to squirm, her legs trembling, and then, she let go, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body, her back arching as Aemond slowed down his fingers and slowly slipped them out.

Once she was relaxed, she slowly let go of Aemond and unwrapped her arm from his neck, slowly opening her eyes and moving her hand away from her mouth.

She could see that Aemond was restraining himself. He kneeled between her legs, looking down at her as he opened his belt.

“I… I need to-” He panted heavily, his brows slightly arched in pain.

“I know.” She nodded and sat up, helping him lower his pants. He lowered them just enough to let his cock spring out, then he grabbed his condom from his pockets, opening the package and rolling it down his hard cock.

She tried not to look too much, but it felt almost impossible. The only dicks she had ever seen were in porns, but she swore that it was the biggest one she had ever seen, and she didn’t know if she should have been more agitated or excited.

Aemond placed his hand under her chin and kissed her gently, in a way that felt more like a promise that he wouldn't have hurt her rather than driven by simple desire.

He leaned back over her, forcing her to lay back on the sand, then he placed one hand beside her head, the other tugging her pants down impatiently. She helped him remove them, the slight breeze of the night making her shiver slightly, when in fact, she was hot all over.

“I’ll be gentle, just-” He fisted his cock a couple of times before rubbing his tip against her clit, finding it again with ease. She moaned softly and looked up at him, even if his eye was concentrated on looking at his cock so close to her cunt.

“Please, can I-” He groaned as he kept rubbing his tip against her. “Just the tip now, but–”

“Yes.” She said before he could even finish his sentence, she had never, ever felt more turned on than in that moment, and she too, couldn’t wait any longer.

Aemond bent his arm and rested on his elbow on top of her and kissed her as he gently pushed against her entrance. The stretch stung, but it wasn’t as painful as she imagined, or as she had been told. There was a strange edge of pleasure along with the pain that made her crave more.

She widened her legs as Aemond lift back just enough to look at her.

“More.” She panted, her hands moving to his hips to gently move him lower, his cock slipping deeper inside her. Her mouth opened and she arched her brows, taking a deep breath, her head falling back and she bent her legs as Aemond bottomed out inside her. 

“Y-you’re so tight—“ He groaned, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Her walls were enveloping everywhere, squeezing him, clenching as they adapted to the intrusion of his cock. He had to close his eye and try hard to not move, or even worse, come, but hell if it was hard when she felt so fucking good.

“It feels so fucking amazing—“ He dipped his head under her face, kissing her neck, trying to distract her from her discomfort.

“You feel good too…” She panted, her arms wrapped around his back, hugging him tightly. Aemond’s hand moved to her thigh, caressing it softly, raising his head to look at her.

They did it.

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking at her in her eyes. She nodded.

“Yeah. Y-you can move…” She blushed as she said that and Aemond never loved an order more than that one.

He started pulling out, until only his tip would be inside her, then gently thrust forward, trying to caress her walls as carefully as possible, hoping she would quickly feel good enough to let him go faster.

She moaned, her face showing still a bit of pain, but it faded away as he kept rolling his hips slowly and gently.

It felt good, foreign, but wonderfully good. She felt extremely full, and she found herself getting addicted to the feeling.

“Aemond-“ She looked up at him. “Move faster…” She asked.

Aemond immediately sat up and complied, grabbing her waist tightly from under her sweater.

“Please tell me you’re okay—“ He growled as he tried to not go too fast for her. “You feel so fucking good-“ He growled, as he looked down at how his cock kept entering her again and again. He moved his hand to her clit, finding it immediately to her surprise, and he started rubbing it again just as she told him before, making her pleasure overpower the pain.

“Does it still hurt?” He panted as he looked up at her. She shook her head as her back arched, her hips rolling along with his thrust.

“Let me move faster—“ He panted. “Please- This feels so fucking good.” He growled. 

“Okay.” She nodded. “Okay, I’m fine-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence as he bent over her, starting to thrust harder as his arm wrapped around her head, his hand moved on top of it, keeping her against his shoulder as he kept rolling his hips, picking up the pace.

“Keep going, Aem-“ She moaned, her hands clenching on his shirt. “I love it—“ She cried out as she felt her orgasm growing.

“Yes. I fucking love it too.” He growled. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” He panted.

“Me neither.” She moaned as her back arched, her cunt clenched tightly as she felt the tension building inside her, ready to snap.

Aemond moaned loudly as he felt her clenching, the pleasure taking his body.

“Y-you’re tighter—“ He gasped and pressed her closer, thrusting faster, harder, more intensely. He was completely out of control of his body, he was letting himself get driven by the pleasure, the ecstasy that he was feeling, that she was making him feel. 

“Fuck!” He tried to keep his pace steady with his fingers on her clit, hoping she would come soon because he didn’t know if he would last much longer.

“Oh, Aemond-“ She moaned as she hid her face in his neck. His cock was brushing repeatedly on the same spot his fingers rubbed before, but along with the stretch, the knowledge that they were having sex, that he was inside her, made it all more intense.

“I-I’m gonna-“ She cried out.

“Me too.” Just as he said that, she exploded around him, clenching tighter around him as she moaned and jerked her hips. “Yes, fuck yes—“ He moaned as he came, his balls releasing the hot cum inside the condom, his cock getting massaged repeatedly by her walls, that were still spasming.

They stayed still for a long time, hugging each other until their breaths returned to normal. Then, he slowly, gently pulled out, noticing her wincing when she did.

“Are you okay?” He asked, stopping his movements and looking at her, worried.

She nodded.

“Yeah, just… a strange feeling.” She said, Aemond nodded and laid back beside her.

They laid in silence, their brains registering what just happened.

“Sex… sex is amazing.” She smiled, happy. Aemond chuckled beside her.

“It really is.” He laughed with her.

They quickly dressed back up and stood up, walking back to his car.

“Your condom really was useful in the end!” She laughed as she walked beside him.

“Told you.” He smiled and looked. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders, and he offered her the last cheery with his other hand. She smiled at it and took it, throwing it in her mouth.

“Careful. You might choke on it if you throw it in your mouth like that.”

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[exactlyyoungchaos]

Loss of my Life.

Husband Simon X Reader.

My first time writing here!!! Please don't mind the mistakes as I'm writing this at 5 in the morning. enjoy!!!

TW: loss of a relationship, hurt, angst, little comfort, cursing, trauma(loss of family, mention of miscarriage), "its not you, its me bullshit" let me know if i missed something!

You used be a medic working with TF141 for years before you retired. that's how you met your now husband Simon Riley. he was the most loving, attentive and responsible partner you could've asked for, he was ghost to everyone but not you, never you. But something's changed recently.

ever since his last mission eight months ago, he's been detached, not talking to you properly, coming home extremely late and drunk. he hasn't even touched you since he came back and its saying something for a guy who used to be attached to your hips whenever he could.

you tried talking to him, tried asking what's wrong but you always got the same answer, " you're thinkin too much lovie, nothings wrong."

but you know your husband so you start digging, and that's the biggest mistake you have made.

you found a note in his vest pocket, where he keeps his wedding ring during missions that read " be safe and come back to me" in a handwriting you knew by heart but it wasn't yours.

it was of his childhood best friend. she was in the special forces as well, and recently worked with Simon's team on the last mission.

you knew then and there, the reason of the detachment, the curt responses. your husband was in love with the woman he told you not to worry about.

your eyes blur with the realization that the life you once knew is soon going to come to an end, the man you're in love with , who's ring you have been wearing for years is not yours anymore or maybe he never was.

you sat there in your closet, tears streaming down your face, gut wrenching sobs coming out of you mouth. he isn't home, like usual so there is no one to witness the loss of your life.

your brain conjure up all the good times you had with him but now all of it is tainted by the realization that none of it was true.

you remember every time you caught both of them looking at each other, the friendly adoration in Simon's eyes now looked like longing, with his hands still around your waist.

every time he said to you "you're the love of my life" with his lips on yours, was he wishing it was her? all these years, you were so in love, so blinded by the rose tinted glasses you had over your eyes that you never saw it?

you sat there for hours, mulling over your whole life. how the one person you thought was yours forever was never yours. so you got up, eyes hollow, bloodshot and puffy, your form trembling. you put the note back where it was and go lay on your bed.

you stare at the wall for hours, around three am, your front door opened and closed. you felt him as he walked in the bedroom and slipped under the sheets next to you.

for the first time in weeks, he put his arms around your waist and pulled you towards himself, " you awake love?" he murmured in your neck.

all that came out of your mouth was, " Am I not enough?" in a rough whisper.

his arms tense around you, he knows that you know. before he could say something, you turn to face him, still in his arms.

you look at his face, and trace his scars with your fingers as tears fell from your eyes on your pillow.

his expression is tortured, " Its not what you-" but you cut him off with a soft shush and a finger on his lips. the lips you called home for as long as you remember.

you don't want him to lie to you anymore so you smile, the same smile Simon has witnessed when you lost your whole family in an accident as he stood next to your shaking form during the funeral, the same smile you gave him when you had a miscarriage as he stood next to you on the hospital bed holding your hand, grieving with you.

his heart was breaking, he was cursing himself for doing this to you. but you don't blame him, you haven't said anything to him except "will you hold me for the last time? please?" and you bury your face in his chest, taking in his scent for the last time. feeling his erratic heartbeat for the last time.

Simon's hand tightened around you, he doesn't want to let you go. the only good thing that happened to him. he destroyed you, like he always does to anything he touches.

he knows he cant fix this, nothing he could say would fix this. so he held you, with all his might, for the last time.

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A Misdemeanor Of the Heart: Chapter 32 (human Alastor x Married Reader)

CW: Fingering, nudity, consent is sexy

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You and Alastor walked down the boardwalk, fingers woven together as your hands swung between you. The stars glittered above while the waves softly caressed the sandy beach. The moon was as bright as the eyes of young lovers to every person they passed, though few were out at the late hour. 

You chewed your lip as you listened to Alastor’s stories of his boyhood and the love of his mother while you kept stealing glances down at the hand holding yours. It was the very same hand that had coaxed you to indecency in a very public place. 

“And then the moon was green,” Alastor said, his words filtering through your brain, a relaxing sound that didn’t process in any meaningful way. “We rode horses to the castle.” 

“What?” Your eyes snapped to his. It was very clear that he had caught you listening but not absorbing his words. “I’m sorry, Alastor. I-” 

He turned to face you, snagging up your hands in his as he pulled you through a few simple dance steps, though there was no music to match it. Your eyes glanced down at the bite mark on his neck, clearly standing out from his open collar. 

There was no hiding what it was, and it had earned the pair of you looks as you walked through the throngs of people. Everyone knew what it was and from the smudge of pink still on his neck and the way he held onto your hand, they knew it was you who placed it there. 

As promised, he wore it with pride. He could have buttoned up his collar, put his bowtie on. You knew he had it stashed in his pocket. It wouldn’t be enough to cover it, hide it during the day, but with the long shadows of night, it would probably be alright. 

He didn’t try at all to hide it. 

“You seem distracted,” Alastor said as he danced you down the path, slowly leading you to your home for the weekend. You wanted it to be your home forever. It was a place where it was just you and Alastor, no one else. “Your mind on something else?” 

“Oh, I- I’ve just had my head in the clouds,” 

Alastor chuckled as he continued to dance. “The clouds? Perhaps I’m imagining your eyes on my neck where your mark seems to be clear as day.” 

“I didn’t mean to, I’m-” 

Alastor continued talking over you as he twirled you around, picking you up at times and swinging your legs through the air. “There will be no doubt to anyone that I’ve got a girl to call me hers.” 

It was such a unique way to word it. You’d often heard men speak about their partners, spouses, wives in ways that hinted at ownership and possession. Hearing him speak as if you could possess him, hold him in the palms of your hands, gave that power to you. 

“You’re mine?” you whispered, not meaning to say it. 

“I am,” Alastor said, leaning down and kissing you softly. “Yours. Only yours.”

“I wish I was only yours.” You hated the crack in your soft voice as you kept your eyes on him, trusting him to move you through the world safely. 

“You are,” Alastor whispered between kisses, “He just doesn’t know you’re not his anymore, yet.” 

Your back hit a light pole, not hard but sudden enough that you gasped. He pressed up against you, lips ghosting over your neck as he kissed his way to your ear. 

“Alastor?” 

“You’re not his anymore, not really.” His fingers gripped your hips as he kissed you deeply, leaving you gulping for air as he pulled away. “I can’t wait for the day when you’re no longer his.” 

“Do you ever think it’ll really happen?” you asked as he rested his forehead against yours. 

“I do,” Alastor whispered. “I will not allow him to hurt you for the rest of your life. But that’s enough of him for tonight.” 

“What do you- oh,” Alastor’s lips moved along your jaw until he captured your earlobe between his lips. He ran his teeth over the soft flesh, reveling in the way you gasped and moved against him. 

“You think I didn’t notice how you keep looking at my neck?” He pulled away, tucking your arm under his as he began leading you down the walkway toward the Villa in the distance. He spoke as if it was the most conversational topic in the world, leaning into your ear to ensure you heard every soft word he said. 

“Do you enjoy the thought of me walking around wearing a mark left by you while you were in the heights of passion?” Alastor didn’t wait for you to answer, knowing you’d struggle to form a sentence if he kept such thoughts at the forefront of your mind. 

He knew he should let you rest, let your emotions rest with how much he had already pulled from you this weekend, but he couldn’t help wanting to touch you again. The sounds you made, the way you flushed as you came undone, it was addicting. 

He longed for it almost as much as he longed for the hunt. It sounded so sweet in his ears, tasted rich on his tongue. If he could just have you, maybe he could put down his hobby. Maybe he wouldn’t need the thrill of the hunt if he had you to come home to.

It wasn’t likely. He knew that. It was love talking, singing its song in his ears, but for a moment he believed it. 

It didn’t change how badly he wanted to see you, feel you come undone. Holding himself back, trying to give your body time to recover from each wave of pleasure, was driving him mad. 

He hadn’t expected the feeling of your teeth sinking into his flesh to pull such a reaction from him. It hurt, sure, but not nearly enough to stop the shiver that ran down his spine or the need that sparked in his abdomen. 

“I saw how you watched me lick the sugar from my fingers. What were you thinking of at that moment? Was that why you were already slick with want before my hands were even on you?” 

You were crumbling now, and for Alastor, it was a delight to watch. It was adorable how you kept your eyes trained forward, not daring to look at him. He didn’t need your eyes on him to tell him how he was working you up again. The flush on your face, shallow breaths and the way you kept wetting your lips with that pretty tongue of yours told him all he needed to know. 

Alastor unlocked the door as you stood stiffly by his side. As soon as he closed the door behind him, he wrapped you up in his arms. 

“I’m sorry for teasing you so much,” Alastor whispered before kissing you deeply, not waiting to hear if he had caused offense. The way your arms wrapped around his neck, body stretching up in a adorable attempt to match his height, told him that if he did, you were aroused enough to forgive him for it. 

“You fluster me so,” you whisper as you came up for air. “I’m not used to such brazen attention.” 

“It’s only fair. You fluster me.” Alastor said, pulling the cord to light the lamp by the door. 

“I can’t imagine anyone flustering you,” you breathed the worlds, head tilted back as Alastor kissed along your throat. 

He was fighting the urge to do more than lick the skin. He could wear your marks and would, with pride, but he couldn’t leave any on you. What would it feel like to sink his teeth into your shoulder? To pull the muscle into his mouth and feel it flex as you writhed under him. 

Feeling a stirring, he slowed his thoughts, focusing on you. Your pleasure was what mattered, what he was chasing. He didn’t need to deal with his own body’s traitorous responses, so he willed his heart rate to slow. 

This was about you. Your pleasure. Your needs. He was on a mission to erase every memory of your husband’s brutal hands during this weekend. He would see to it that you struggled to even remember the name of the man you were married to. 

It was the least he could do. It was all he could do at the moment, at least. 

“You fluster me more than you know.” Alastor walked you deeper into the room, nimble fingers working the buttons free at the front of your dress. 

He didn’t need you bare, naked to see to your needs, but he wanted you to be. Your body was something he wished to gaze upon. This was the last night he had where he could hold you, bare skin against his chest as he watched you sleep in the safety of his arms. 

He wanted to map out every blemish and mark along your skin. He wanted the memorize the way you sighed in your sleep, the way your lips would part. The way you felt tucked into his arms was something he needed to learn so that he could spend his nights thinking about it, haunted by it.

With a brush of his hands, your dress slipped down, cascading to the floor. You nearly tripped over it while stepping back. His lips found yours again as he worked his way to the couch, tugging your half slip down lower and lower off your hips until it too fell to the ground. 

“Alastor,” you moaned his name as you worked at his buttons, wanting to feel him under your hands again. He wanted to hear you moan his name again. 

“Mine,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he pulled you down onto the couch with him. 

“Yours,” you gasped as his hands roamed over your body, caressing your ribs and back as he moved you to lie back.

Long fingers slipped under the back of your bra. “May I?” 

Your heart beat in your chest. This would be the night, you were sure of it, that Alastor would take you as a man takes a wife. You would feel what it was to lie with him in sin. It should have sent you running, but instead all it did was have you panting, eager to experience what it could be like, though it would be a lie if you said you were not a little afraid of the pain that would come with it.

“Yes,” you finally answered. 

He unlatched the band easily, scooping the straps off your shoulders. As the silk bra fell to the ground in front of the couch, you folded your arms over your chest. 

“Don’t hide from me,” Alastor said as he pulled your hands away by the wrists. You didn’t fight it, but you couldn’t bear looking at him as he looked at you. “You’re okay,” he kissed you softly. “I won’t do anything to hurt you.” 

Alastor chuckled as you relaxed. He peppered the ridge of your clavicle with soft kisses. Your back arched, pressing your front into him as he guided your body back against the couch. A blush dusted your cheeks as he pulled back. Ever the timid thing, you wouldn’t meet his eyes. 

The position was much like the one he had sat in, seemingly forever ago when he had first tested the waters of physical intimacy with you, only reversed. He had first touched you and showed you the pleasure you had been denied for so long that night. 

He folded over you as his lips worked down your chest. You wanted to cover yourself, but your hands rested on his arms as his lips explored the skin he had yet to touch. 

Warm breath washed over your nipple as you looked at the ceiling. That didn’t bother Alastor in the slightest as he warped his lips around the pebbled nub, enclosing it in an open-mouthed kiss. 

You struggled to think as he worked your nipple in a series of lavishing kisses that left you thinking about how he had worked your slit with his mouth the night before. The moan that slipped from your lips could have come from the memory or the way he caressed your other breast. Before you could decide which, he started kissing down your stomach. 

“Can these go too?” Alastor asked, running his fingers over the edge of your panties. 

“Okay.” 

You lifted your hips as his fingers worked under the hem of the last remaining fabric protecting any bit of your modesty. It wasn’t like they were protecting anything he hadn’t seen already. That ship had sailed. 

Alastor guided the garment down your legs and sent it to the floor. Strong hands ran up your legs as you finally braved looking at him. The sight he made stole what little breath you still had from your lungs. 

His hair was messy, the humidity from the ocean was waging a battle with the curls he had worked so hard to straighten. You wanted to run your hands through it, but if you moved, you were sure you’d wake from the dream you had to be in. 

He knelt, calfs between your ankles as he leaned forward, between your knees. His shirt was hanging open, not nearly open enough for your liking. You wanted him as bare as you. 

“You’re magnificent,” he whispered, voice so naked and him, as it had been so often since you had arrived at the little coastal town. His eyes were dragging over every part of you. “Did you know that?”

You didn’t know if you believed it, too many times had you been told your curves were too much or not in the right places. The way Alastor looked at you, the nakedness in his voice and the warmth in his eyes dared you to believe it. The soothing touch running up your legs as he parted your knees more dared you to challenge him on it. 

“Will you let me indulge in you again tonight?” Alastor asked as he blanketed over you, supporting himself with a hand placed on the back of the couch near your head while he ran his other hand slowly up your thigh, fingertips tracing patterns. “Or would that be too much for you tonight?”

Reaching out, you ran your hand up his chest. Strong muscles flexed under your hand, but what drew your attention was the way his heart hammered in his chest. With every move he made, you could feel his muscles jump as you ran hands over him, pulling at his shirt and fighting with buttons until it was hanging open. He was so hot under your hands as you tried to take in all of him. The heat of his body soaked into you as your breasts brushed against his chest. 

Feeling bold, you leaned up and placed soft kisses along his neck. You could just feel the start of stubble as you worked your way to his jaw, wrapping your arms around his back, under his shirt to help pull you closer and support your weight. As you went, he shifted and turned his head, allowing your lips to travel as you wished. 

Ghosting touches traveled down, feeling every flex and twitch of his abdomen and back. His shirt ghosted against your breasts as he gave you room to move, teasing her nipples with the ever so slight touches. 

“Please?” You whispered as your fingers ghosted over his belt buckle. Bold, he was making you feel safer, bolder. You wanted more. It didn’t matter if it hurt as long as it was with him. “Is it mad that I want you to keep touching me? Is it wrong?” Your tongue darted out as you placed a wet kiss against the marks left by your teeth on his neck. 

Alastor groaned as his hand stroked a path of fire down your inner thigh. He looked so good with his eyes closed, face flushed ever so slightly. Did you look good to him as you had your head tossed back in pleasure? Is that why he kept touching you?

As his fingers caressed over your slit, you found it hard to support the weight of your head. Positions flipped and now it was Alastor’s mouth working over your neck. 

“You’re so wet for me already,” he whispered, “slick spread over your lips just waiting for me to delve in. How do you want me to make you fall apart tonight?” 

Alastor’s fingers easily slipped through your folds, lewdly wet and waiting for him. The way you gasped had him closing his eyes again, trying to keep his mind on you and your pleasure and willing his body not to awaken. He counted his breaths, teaching each slowly into his lungs as you shuddered under him. 

He wasn’t expecting to find himself twitching, trying to come to life, but it seemed he was still being influenced by the way you had sunk your teeth into his neck still. It was unexpected, but that was to be examined later. Now was about you, having you writhing in pleasure under him as you panted his name. 

“You,” you whispered, face aflame as his fingers sank deeper, easily finding and breaching your opening, stretching you two wide from the start. 

“You have me, my darling.” 

Gasping, your back arched as his fingers spread you wide. You were more relaxed under his touch this time, Alastor was pleased to find. He knew it was pushing things for you to take two at once from the very start, but oh; you were far more ready for him tonight. You squelched around his fingers as your back arched. 

“Alastor,” you whined as his fingers flexed and curled inside you, caressing walls he had no right to touch. Sensations and pleasure had your head spinning with each flex of his fingers. All you could do was hold on to Alastor’s arm and try to ground yourself. What shame you had was dissolving with each time you whined his name. 

“You look so good like this,” Alastor praised, leaning forward and down, kissing you soundly. After he swallowed enough of your sounds, he pulled back and continued, “Just for me.” 

“Just you,” you repeated as he pulled you closer to the cliff, not really aware of what you were saying. “Only you.”

You ran your hands over skin until Alastor trapped one in the hand he was using to support himself. You did your best to take in the feel of him, moaning deeply as a third finger entered you, spreading you wider. 

“You take my fingers so well,” Alastor murmured as you panted, arching and twitching under him. Your desire poured from around his fingers. His name sounded like music when you panted it.

He couldn’t help but marvel at the way he enjoyed bringing you to the edge, only to hold you there for as long as he could, feeling your walls fluttering around his hand. Drawing it out wasn’t something he usually sought to do. With you, he didn’t want the moment to end. 

Typically, Alastor would see to it his partner finished once, perhaps a second time, if he was feeling generous and send her on her way. If he was lucky, he could keep himself to just hands and mouths and get the job done quickly. 

With you though? He had to breathe through the way your walls gripped his fingers, struggling to keep himself in check as he tested how long he could hold you there. He longed to kiss you, to taste you, to feel you around him. 

Why was it different with you? Alastor watched as your lips parted, eyes squeezing shut as you fluttered faster around his fingers when he reached deeper. You squelched, loud and lewd, as he worked his fingers in and out, faster, harder. 

Kissing you hadn’t been his intention, but somehow he was leaning closer, arm twitching as he continued to support his weight to allow him room to move. He kneed your legs further apart and now you were so lost in the pleasure he gave that they spread easily, allowing him to better run the palm of his hand over your clit. 

You ran your free hand around his neck and down his shoulder before you were greedily taking in his chest. Strong. He was so strong. Clear defined muscles he kept hidden under his shirts and blazers. How he could be so strong and so lean, you didn’t know. 

Kissing sloppily down his jaw, your lips found his neck. You were so close now to that breaking fall that he seemed to keep sending you over. 

“Please, Al-Alastor,” your lips moved against his throat as he seemed to stretch over you, chin up and head pulled back as he worked. Your fingers ran down his abdominals and along the hem of his pants. You could feel the tufts of hair, ever so slight and reaching toward his navel. 

You kissed his neck as you reached, fingers caressing his belt buckle. The place you had bitten on his neck was easy enough to find. The marks left by your teeth were raised under your lips. Temptation won out, and you left open-mouthed kisses that had you running your teeth over the place. 

“Oh!” Alastor jerked as his fingers twisted up, hitting something that had you seeing stars and convulsing under him. “Come for me,” Alastor urged, as if you were not already falling. 

Your fingers flexed, digging into the palm of the hand he had restrained. What Alastor wasn’t prepared for was the way your fingers flexed and twitched along his pants, dipping between his abdomen and the fabric. 

Aftershocks rocked your body as he pulled away from you, pulling his hips out of your reach. He sat back, fingers slipping from your twitching hole as he looked down at you and willed his body to calm only somewhat successfully.

You sat up, satiated, and yet still wanting in a way you couldn’t explain while you watched him lick his fingers clean. Wasting no time, you ran your hands up his chest and pulled his shirt down, letting it hang around his elbows. 

He watched you, lewdly running his tongue over his slick fingers and groaning at the taste of you. Focused on his breathing as you slid your very naked body against his chest. 

You moaned at the feeling of his skin against your overheated torso. What you were doing, you didn’t know. It was like something had possessed your body, instinct or a demon, you didn’t know as you pressed your breasts into him.

He was strong under your hands as they ran down his chest, back and sides. Lips worked over his neck as you tried to get a reaction from the man that was currently largely frozen in place, eyes closed and taking slow breaths. 

“Have you not had enough?” Alastor asked as he pulled away only for you to follow. 

“No,” you whispered, as your hand moved lower, caressing, until you pulled the end of his belt from the loops. “Have you really?” 

“Wait,” Alastor’s voice was naked, shattered as he grabbed your hands. “Stop.” 

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What's your personal design of Rook, Kevin, Gwen, and Albedo in the other Alternative Universes?

Your art is amazing with unique designs and with a good story that made me love it more! I want to just eat them and leave!

Here’s them LORE DUMP UNDER PHOTO…. PLEASE READ IT TOOK ME FOREVER

What we know of Nega’s alternate Gwen and Kevin is that they are the token cheerleader and jock couple.They are also describes as Gwen having strawberry blond hair and Kevin rocking blond hair… odd… Ben does pretty much nothing of note with the watch so albedo would show up eventually, his goal? to take it from him or forcibly teach him…. Whichever comes first I guess. Also without the heroic pursuits to hear of, Rook never feels the pull of adventure or heroics sadly. But im accpeting cool ideas on what to do with this au since I have very little idea.

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Mad world story : (the explosive event happened a year after the loss of feedback, he never got around to removing the watch. Azmuth also never really cared to intervene in anything, he never left the mindset we first meet him with back in the movie. This leads to a much less mentally stable Ben)

Gwen: is taken off planet by the plumbers in their mission to rescue what living they can find from earth. Space if awfully unsafe for a 12 year old human, so she does what she thinks will keep her safe. Go full Anodite. With no grandpa Max or Ben around for her. Her and her parents are brought to Verdona where she lives with for the next while. Being accompanied by nightmares of those she misses.

Kevin: after escaping the null void is met with a hostile broken memory of a planet. He is rather lost in what exactly occurred, but not lost in what to do. The envoirment and energy of the place is not too different to the null void. So he does what he can to stay alive, earning some pretty loyal followers (sidekicks) who admire his abilities, straightforward-ness and rather blunt personality.

Rook: was stranded on earth after the crash of the ship he was on. He had only recently started his training. He is a year and a half older than Ben and had heard of the hero’s daring adventures. but no one ever got around to the fact that Ben was presumed dead, and the planet he hails from is on a sort of lockdown.

Albedo: is much more sympathetic than azmuth in this. He was against how demorailzing azmuth’s view on the whole situation on earth was. While azmuth looked at the catastrophe and suffering that the people endured as a controlled experiment to learn from and build a better watch. Albedo felt pity. Pity for the people slowly dying, pity for those sent in to save now stranded as well, pity for the once glorious water filled planet and pity for one omnitrix users declining state. After a long while of attempts to send in autonomous drones with anything he could think of to help, he finally settled on a plan. He would steal the completed version of the omnitrix, switch it out with one of his own prototypes and sneak it to earth. That would surely force azmuth to do something. In the mess of a plan he accidentally currupts his own form into the albino Ben Tennyson from he is cursed with in prime and makes it half injured to earth.(this is my explanation on why mad has the completed version of the watch.

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Bad: after being left behind during one of the missions in the null void by the plumbers. Ben is found by the rooters, They don’t exactly have the best for him in mind. (This is when he’s 14 so a year before prime him puts the omnitrix on. The plumbers are not entirely the best many are currupt. Also they viewed Ben openly as a weapon and not a person, he is aware of this to some extent but cannot do much about that.

Gwen: missing her cousin and believing him to be gone for good she buried herself in school and helping aid the plumbers dispense justice… though, this universes plumbers aren’t quite taken by fair ideals of justice. Just ones that feed their pockets. Gwen is a bit too lost in her grief and mysteries of ledgerdomain to notice for quite some time. She of course finds out through Kevin that Ben is alive! But he’s out following tetrax’s footsteps, he become a bounty hunter and not the law abiding kind. She attempts to keep that info on the downlow but someone else finds out and blabs to the higher ups causing Ben to be put on a wanted list. Of course that doesn’t end well as now any interaction Ben has with anyone for the next while gets blown out of proportion and demonized. Ben goes further into hiding due to this and now Gwen after a few years of getting close is back to square one.

Kevin: somehow instead of taking the route of bad boy he gains a sort of robinhood likeness. He steals from the rich, the rude and the authorities all together. Finding not so cynical ways to blow off steam, he rather stick it to the man or well, space police. Show them that even the broke-est of people can dispatch better justice than them. He runs into Ben semi often, they get into little spats but never far enough to do genuine damage. They both feel awful over Kevin’s unfortunate monstrous form he gained from their last true fight. Occasionally when things are dire they will fight alongside each other. Kevin was not part of the rooters plan due to being lost to them during Ben’s capture. Kevin feels sorry for the watch wearer, this is due to what the rooters put him through before tetrax stole him right from under their noses. Him and Gwen aren’t dating but she finds out through him that Ben is alive. This is of course after nearly arresting him and hearing a snide comment about how her cousin is less stuck up than her. She keeps friendly contact with Kevin after learning why he does what he does and to hopefully catch up to Ben someday.

Rook: his backstory is pretty much the same as prime but instead of simply working with the plumbers when finished his training, he is moved to work directly with the rooters after Ben is discovered to be still alive. Rook is glad to hear his idol is alive but then swiftly brought down to earth upon hearing that he is now a lowlife. Befuddled and feeling betrayed by someone he once looked up to, he works hard to hunt him down and bring him to justice. He hopes he can convince him to go willingly, maybe turn his life around. Little does he know that the ones he works for are the people he should be keeping an eye on. Him and Ben have a rough first meeting, but after countless chases, witty banter and stupid situations, they are somewhat found of one another much to both of their dismay.

Albedo: he aided tetrax is rescuing Ben from the rooters since with intended to use the watch recklessly. Even if albedo didnt agree giving a human child the watch, he knows it’s far safer in the teens hands than the plumbers. If that means having to personally teach and stick around the teen than Fine! But there’s complications when they manage to get the young teen out of their clutches, he is heavily injured and now missing many parts of his arm. What’s left seemingly is only the bones fully intact with much destruction done to the arm in an attempt to pry the watch off the host. Despite this he still attempts to keep Albedo from being harmed in their rushed escape, this earning a regreatful(he’ll never admit it) point in his book. After all that stuff. Albedo, Now left with small crew of bounty hunters, a couple stowaway amalgam teens, a really sad teen, his glowy crazy cousin and one grumpy accidentally kidnapped mindwashed rooter. To him, this sounds like the worst joke or the funniest dnd campaign, and he’s not sure which one he rather it be.

Zarro: very similar to prime but halfway through ultimate alien something in the watch goes wrong. He gets sick more often. Eventually his health deteriorates faster than before around season two of omniverse. Zscare has had enough of Ben and the meddling people he surrounds himself with. Ben becomes painting zero for a sort of ectonurite zombie apocalypse.

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Warning:

Things as they should have been

A/N:

Thanks for patiently waiting! I had a safe and easy flight, but the jet lag was a real troublemaker. But now I'm back, less brain foggy and ready to type. Without further ado, here is the next part!

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If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

Another day, another round of unreasonable customers not paying attention to the orders that are being called, and another coffee order from the caffeine fiend who has been showing up almost daily. The handsome young man caused quite the stir with the female employees, each rushing to be the one to take his order, only to be rejected. There was only one person he ordered from, and the one barista was Y/N. She did not know why or when this little routine started, but it was well known throughout the shifts. One customer came in on days only Y/N was in and only ever ordered from her. The idea would have been flattering if his level of consumption was not so concerning, and him obviously being younger than her and well off.

And he’s another Wayne. I think I’ve officially had it with Waynes. She let out a heavy sigh as she rang up her current customer. How long had it been since she last saw Jason? She wondered for the seventh time, looking at the digital date on the register. That awkwardly magical night to end it all was now two weeks behind her and not a single word from him. To be fair, I haven’t exactly reached out either, but what am I supposed to even say? I didn’t exactly ask him for pocket change, and he paid for dinner and made sure I was inside the building safe. Could he have just not been so great so that I could continue to hate him for some reason and move on with my life? It’s all his fault, clearly! She grabbed a cup, stuck on the label, and placed it in the queue before moving onto the next customer. 

Citlalli heard her sigh again and visibly frowned. The night Y/N came back with the money was a shock. The two of them stared at her phone and refreshed the app screen several times, expecting it to all vanish like it was some sort of glitch and error. Come the next day, it was still very much there, which meant they were now debt free. They refused to celebrate just yet. Y/N transferred the money to her bank, it cleared in a few days. Y/N called the hotel and paid the rest of the charges over the phone. The hotel register must have been ancient because it felt like forever until the little ding sounded to let everyone know the transaction was completed. A copy of the receipt was emailed and with that, it was done. Seeing the bill as paid in full was such a sight to behold that Citlalli even began to tear up. They were back to where they were before the coffee fiasco, which was far better than being behind. 

Everything was back to as it should be, or it should have been. Y/N was different. She was more relaxed now that she could drop a good number of shifts and others could cover, but there was a listlessness to her. Her motions were robotic, and she barely reacted to crazy customers who were prone to yelling or causing a scene. If anything, her lack of reaction made the tantrum thrower feel awkward, and they quietly just moved along. Maybe it was an adrenaline crash? A constant flight or fight mode was finally shut off and her body was simply trying to recover. The last time she had seen her like this was the time her cousin got them tangled with the Penguin. Citlalli was no better, the two did what needed to be done to keep the bills paid and their heads on their shoulders. 

“Oi, chica, I’ve been calling your name for the last ten minutes!” She snapped her fingers in front of Y/N’s face. “Are you going to give me an answer or what?!”

“Huh, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” She jerked her head back as the sharp sound brought her senses back into focus. The long day of work had come to an end and neither of the two were on the night shift, so they returned home and began to relax and unwind. “Answer what?”

“Where did you get these and when were you going to tell me?!” She firmly tapped her finger on two identical rectangular pieces of paper that magically appeared on the coffee table. They were not just simple waxy slips, either. They were a nice weight that had a lovely deign with a date and time stamped on each with the name of an upcoming charity gala printed in cursive and the famous W logo of Wayne Enterprises Inc. 

“Ah, those, well, those came from Nightwing when he left me a tip. I don’t think he meant to give them? At least, that’s the only thing that makes sense. I’m sure Bruce Wayne meant for him to have them to attend. I just don’t know how to go about returning them. How does one call a nighttime vigilante without lighting up the sky with the Bat Signal?” She pointed out the issue she was in.

“Three weeks,” Citlalli scowled. “Nearly a month of holding onto these, and you never once thought to tell me?! They were just laying there on the kitchen floor near the trash! Were you going to throw them out?!” She shoved her face in front of Y/N’s, their noses mere inches from touching. 

“I wasn’t planning to throw them out, but like I said, there’s no way to return them!” Y/N moved her head back.

“¡Ay, ay, ay!” She stood back and hit the heel of her free palm into her forehead a few times. “We could use them! We could go! This could be how we celebrate finally being debt free!” Citlalli grabbed the two tickets and waved them at Y/N. “This is fate, it was meant to be! ¡Por Dios!” She once again dove into a flurry of Spanish as she paced up and down the small living room. From the way she waved her arms around, twirled, Y/N could only gather that the frenzied energy was excitement.

“Cici,” she firmly called out to her overly energized friend for the umpteenth time. “Don't you think these tickets are tracked? That Bruce Wayne would know which ticket is whose? So, when someone tries to use someone else's, they can cross-reference. And even if by some unknown luck, they let it slide, for whatever reason; and we take the leap and attend, we don't have anything to wear aside from old catering uniforms and whatever dresses we have for parties and dates. I’m not trying to be the buzzkill, but we’re not equipped for this.”

Citlalli looked between Y/N and the tickets several times before coming around the table and flopping down onto the couch with a heavy sigh of defeat. Y/N could only sadly smile at the scene. It hurt to burst the bubble, but it needed to be done. A somber silence filled the apartment, broken only by the noise from their neighbors or some troublemakers outside. They could officially forget about this and move on.

“My abuela can help us. She’s a great seamstress, and my tía Maribel and tía Estrella have their own boutique. It’s nowhere near Wayne level price tags, but they make good money and live in a safer city. They made my and all my cousins quinceañera dresses, too. I’m sure they can come up with something for this, or at least let us borrow two dresses for the evening.” Citlalli sat up and looked straight at Y/N.

“You’re really not going to let this go, huh?” Y/N could only sigh and shake her head. “The party is in two weeks. When will we have the time to go and try on dresses between work and my pending call to come into the precinct for a formal interview?”

“Mr. B owes us for covering all those shifts he had no one to cover for. He’ll be grateful we took off unpaid so he doesn't have to pay us as much overtime.” She rolled her eyes. “My family will even open the shop after hours just for us to look, we don't need to go during the work hours. We can buy roundtrip train tickets and spend the night there. We might not even have to call off work either, we can swap shifts with someone! This is perfect! Ok, that's what we’ll do! I'm going to go call my family and see what days are best!” Once again, Citlalli was off running and Y/N was left speechless and trying to figure out how they went from reason to a whole thought out plan.

You know what, why not? It doesn’t hurt to try. If she really wanted to go, I was going to suggest checking some consignment shops or thrift stores in the richer parts of the city. We can use that plan as backup, though. She gets to see her grandmother this way and I can say hi to her family as well. She smiled while watching Citlalli’s face light up while talking in Spanish to her family on the phone. Y/N was willing to deal with the Waynes if it meant her best friend would be happy. It’s the least I can do for all her family has done for me over the years, trouble aside.

It was done. There was nothing left to do and there was no reason to ever see her again unless he wanted to go get coffee. He was not against coffee, but he was not an addict like someone he knew. He glanced at the door as Tim walked in with a rather large cup. Jason frowned to himself, looking back down at his book, but his gaze quickly snapped back up to the third Robin. He knew that logo, it was the logo of the cafe Y/N worked at.

Why would he go all the way over there for a cup of coffee? Did he realize I kept going there for them? No, I only did that twice. He can’t have caught on to anything from just that no matter how smart he is. Maybe he liked it? It’s a popular place and he may have been scouting the area. He stared at the cup, almost glaring at it. Must be mice to not have a reason to go there and see her without a care in teh world.

“What?” Tim’s voice cut off his jealous thoughts. The second Wayne son raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re the one giving a death glare to my coffee, I think I have a right to know why.”

“I’m trying to figure out what number this one is for the day. Your coffee addiction is just starting to get concerning.” He retorted.

“I’m not a coffee ‘addict’,” Tim took a rather loud sip of his drink to punctuate his point. “I’m a caffeine-based life form and as such, I must honor the ways of my people.”“By drinking your three times your weight in coffee?” Jason snorted as he tried to stop from laughing. Caffeine-based life form? She’d get a kick out of that one. I wonder, has he met her? A sharp, stabbing pain suddenly pierced his chest.“Who am I to get between you and your crazy cult? Chug away,”  he slightly bowed his head in respect. Tim nodded in return and left the room. Jason gently rubbed the spot above his heart, frowning once more. Must be nice indeed.

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[delilaahh9]

No Fun

A/N: this is insanely old, I think this has been in my drafts since September, but I figured why not post it because I haven’t in a very long time… my apologies. But this was inspired by the song “No Fun” by Grace Enger, a small artist who I LOVE so go listen to her 😉 I should also have either a new fic or sneak peak of a new series coming soon :)

Cause it’s no fun the way I need you

It’s not fair how you’re okay

It’s no good to need somebody if it doesn’t go both ways

The night after the breakup was terrible, As any breakup is or would be. Whenever she was upset, or angry, or frustrated, she’d go to Luke, but now they are done and she can’t go to him, she always knew how much she needed him and now that he’s gone, it’s like her heart was hit by a truck.

But he didn’t need her and she wasn’t going to stick around if it was only going one way.

Grace lays in her bed crying with her dinosaur stuffed animal pulled up to her chest and the tv playing some sad movie in the background. She was physically aching at the thought of not being able to be wrapped up in his arms ever again.

Ethan came by earlier, it was a little quiet at first, but he got her talking and she remembered she was friends with him long before Luke and she couldn’t lose him too.

She didn’t even touch the soup he left her, she felt bad but she just didn’t have it in her.

Cause it’s no fun staying home from parties

It’s no fun if I see you there

It’s no fun watching you from a distance

“Ethan I said no” she grumbled while taking her pen back. At the moment, they were studying at the rink before he had practice and she had to go to work, but he wanted to try and convince her to come to a party at the soph house tonight.

“Please grace, I swear I’ll keep you two apart but I hate how you don’t go out and have fun anymore”

“I said no” she sighed then looked at the time on her phone “I have to go to work, I’ll see you in class Tomorrow”.

He sat back and sighed as he watched her leave, feeling almost guilty that he would rather make sure she was okay then hang out with his friends, especially if one of those friends is her ex.

7pm

Grace laid in bed, bored out of her mind. Her roommate Alex was at that party. She almost called Ethan, but remembered he was out, then she remembered how badly he wanted her to go, how badly her other friends wanted her to go and god she doesn’t think she could take another day without seeing Luca.

With a big huff and puff, she stood up and headed to her wardrobe to find a pair of jeans, but of course she spotted her Lukes little Caesar’s hoodie, it felt like almost forever ago when she bought it at his first game with that team, she had actually somehow convinced Quinn to buy it for her.

But she pushed past it and grabbed her jeans, throwing them on.

She slipped on her dunks and grabbed her phone, which had many missed texts from Ethan but she put it in her pocket and left.

When she arrived, there was so many people, everyone was back to back, but somehow she could still hear the boys in the kitchen. Standing in a circle was mark, Ethan, Luca and TJ, no Luke in sight so she figured it was a safe bet.

“So who’s getting me a drink” she smiles as she wraps her arms around Luca and mark.

“Gracie!” Luca cheers and pulls her into a hug “hey Kid, how’s your history of rock class going?”

“Amazing, do you listen to queen?”

“dude of course she does, have you seen the cds in her car” mark says and gets his own hug.

“I’m glad you came” Ethan says once she reaches his side, she looked past him once she recognized the curly headed boy.

“mhm” she cleared her throat and looked back to the group.

“I’m gonna get a drink” she says.

“I’ll come with you” mark replies and walks to the cooler, watching Luke in his peripheral’s to make sure they don’t cross paths.

almost her whole night was spent under marks arm, watching Luke from afar.

And it’s no fun if I lose all your friends

They weren’t mine but they kind of were

It’s been 3 months, since the breakup, since that party, since the last time she talked to any of those boys.

They were a big deal in her life, in her family’s life. Her younger brother looked up to Ethan, he’s the reason that he’s done so well in hockey, that he’s made the AAA team.

Eventually, the texts were less frequent, then the calls, then the meetings at Denny’s after a game, win or lose, the boys would go sit there and wait until graces shift ended about 10 minutes after they arrive.

she doesn’t know if she’ll ever get them back, but it better be soon.

[specialagentlokitty]

Giles x teen!reader - a demigods fate

Part 10:

Buffy tilted her head back, taking a deep breath.

“We.. we need to give them a proper burial…”

Giles snapped his head up, shaking it.

“No… no that’s.. that’s not what they wanted…”

The trio looked at him confused, and he looked down at you.

“There’s a uh.. there’s a lake… we.. we must take them there…”

“Will it help them…?” Willow whispered.

“I’m afraid not… but it’s… it’s what they wanted…”

Giles picked you uk and immediately the hounds stood, ready to follow you anywhere.

“I.. I.. need their jacket from my office… and.. and some things we can use to clean the uh.. the blood..”

Giles carried you to his car, and he carefully laid you in the back seat, waiting for the others to come through and they brought what he needed.

He set everything in the backseat and he reached with trembling hands for his keys in his pockets, tears burning his eyes.

“I.. I can’t drive…”

The hellhounds barked, looking into the shadows.

“The hounds can shadow travel, they’ll know where to go.” Chiron said.

Giles handed everything back to the three students, and he picked you up once more, following the hounds into the shadows.

It was dark and cold for a second, and then it became clear, warm sun shining through the trees, just in front of them a small sandy shore.

They all walked over to it, and Giles looked around.

“It’s.. it’s just like they said…”

“This place was the centre of death for many years, when the underworld moved it sprang back to life more clear than ever. Everything untainted, Poseidon left this one lake to his brother as a thank you for something Hades did, it still links to the underworld.”

Chiron laid himself down, unfolding a blanket and he put it on the sand, then Giles laid you on the blanket.

“I.. I don’t understand doesn’t water belong to Poseidon?” Xander asked.

Chiron nodded his head.

“It does, except this lake is now the purified version of the river Styx, so it still belongs to (Y/N)s father, whom has agreed to hold their body here forever as per their wish.”

Giles said nothing, and he began to clean the blood from your head very carefully.

“What does that mean…?” Buffy whispered.

Chiron looked at her.

“It means their will become part of the lakebed, the ground will take their body and keep it safe for eternity, where no more harm will come to pass to them.”

Giles moved to cleaning your arms, your hands.

He then took your jacket and carefully put it on your, zipping it up so he wouldn’t have to see the gaping wound in your stomach.

Taking the coin from his pocket and he flipped it, catching the sword, he placed your hands around the hilt, placing them on your chest, blade pointed down.

He sighed, brushing some hair from your face, and he looked towards the water.

“So.. they’ll be here forever..?” Willow sniffled.

Chiron nodded his head.

“Yes.”

Willow looked around the lake, and the crystal clear water.

“It’s a nice place…”

Giles picked you up, holding you in his arms and he turned to the lake, taking a deep and shaky breath as he walked over to it.

He didn’t want to walked into it, but it was something you made him promise, you wanted to be buried here, so he walked into the water.

He kept going until it was up to his chest, and he was barely supporting you, the water gently holding your lifeless form.

He moved one of his arms, still holding your head.

He was expecting you to wake up, things like that happened all the time, and he was scared that if he let you go you would drown.

His tears hit the water, and he hugged you ever so gently.

“I.. I am so sorry…”

Through the clear water he could see the ground move, the moss coming towards you and it carefully encircled you.

Giles let you go, and you were taken under the water, down to the lakebed where the moss called you its friend.

It took shape, keeping your face in a peaceful like state as it covered you, your face the only thing that could be made out.

“May Hades looked over them, keep them safe.” Chiron said.

“To hell with him!” Giles yelled.

He turned around, making his way back towards the shore.

The ground trembled, unamused with his outburst.

“To hell with all the gods! If they actually dealt with their own issues non of this would have happened! Innocent children wouldn’t have died in their name! (Y/N) would still be alive!”

The ground trembled, the thunder roared ahead.

Giles dried his hands on the blanket, wrapping it around himself while the hounds walked along the edge of the lake, whining.

“Unfortunately we have no control over these matters.”

Chiron reached into his pocket, pulling out the letter you gave him and handed it to Giles who took it.

“They asked me to give this to you, I’m sorry we couldn’t have changed things. The hounds will carry on followings you all, with no master their won’t return to the underworld.”

Chiton turned around and he began to leave.

“Why did it have to be them..?” Giles asked.

Chiron said nothing as he vanished from sight, and for the rest of the day they all sat there just staring into the calm water.

“We must get you all home…”

“Giles…” Buffy whispered.

“Now. Let’s go.”

They didn’t argue with him, the hounds took them back to the school, and Giles sent them all away as he made his way back inside.

He walked back to the library, everything looked as it was, back to normal, even the library.

He ran up the steps to find them sword gone, and he ran back down, rushing into his office to make sure that everything else was still there.

A sigh of relief left him when he was it was all there, including the sword that was originally missing, neatly presented on some of his shelves.

Walking to his desk, he sat down, opening the letter he was given so he could begin to read it.

‘Giles,

When you receive this letter it’ll be too late, we both know that. We knew what would happen when the day came, that I wouldn’t survive. The hellhounds will stay with you unless you send them away back to the underworld, but they’ll come if you call.

Please don’t tell the others that you knew, they would never forgive you and I don’t want to break you all apart, you need each other, that’s important. You had each other before I came, you’ll have each other after I leave.

I wasn’t completely honest with you, and for that I am really sorry. When I first came to Sunnydale I knew I wasn’t going to leave, I already knew I was fated to pass here, which is why I tried to keep you all away. I never wanted to hurt anybody, and I never imaged how important you would all become to me.

I never knew what it was like to have a real family, one that loved me aside from my mother. I never had friends, and I didn’t have a father who was very interested in me or what I did, or even cared about me the way you cared.

I will forever be grateful for that, I’ll never forget the lessons you taught me, even the boring ass ones (put a dollar in the jar for me). If I could choose who I wanted my father to be, I would choose you Giles, I wish I could’ve had you as a father instead, but this was my fate, foretold, set in stone.

I love you, I love all of you, and I wish you all nothing but the best.’

Hand shaking, Giles set the letter down, running a hand down his face to wipe the tears so they wouldn’t smudge the ink and ruin your messy handwriting.

Reaching for his glasses neatly placed on the desk, he picked them up, and he stood up, taking the letter he folded it back up, placing it under the your sword.

Waking to the bookshelves, he placed a dollar in the jar with your name on, letting out a tear laugh.

“Still swearing.. even after death… I expect nothing less…” he whispered.

You were chalked down as a missing person due to the strange happenings of Sunnydale, people forgot about you.

All aside from the four who knew you the most, their hellhounds serving as a painful reminder of you.

All your books and scrolls were passed down to Giles, added to his own personal library, and they still carried the daggers you made them despite the fact the monsters were gone.

As the months slipped by it become apparent how quiet everything was before you, it was a horrible silence nobody could bare but they had to walk through.

Once a week they would take a trip to that lake and talk to you about what they had been doing, updating you on their lives.

The three other teenagers were slowly recovering, but Giles was still taking it rather hard, he loved you like his own flesh and blood.

Everytime he looked at your reports, your sword, Rig and Oris, it was like you were still there, but the decorations sat there as a dusty reminder for him.

Eventually because of students he had all of it moved by Hermes to his home, set up in that little corner that you would always come running from.

Sometimes he would sit and stare at the shadows, hoping you would come tumbling through them.

Tonight was no different, he was sat in the library, staring into the darkest corner.

“Staring won’t bring the dead back, believe me, many people have tried.” A voice spoke.

Giles reached for his dagger.

“It’s useless, won’t even touch me.”

“Who are you?” Giles asked.

The two hounds stood up, standing next to Giles as they snarled and growled.

“I’m betrayed by my own hellhounds, I suppose that says a lot doesn’t it?”

“Hades…”

The man stepped out from where he was hiding and Giles stood up.

“How dare you step foot in here…” Giles said lowly.

“How dare I? You’re the brave soul who’s been cursing out us gods as if you have a death wish, I’m surprised my brother hasn’t zapped you down yet.”

“What do you want?” Giles snapped.

The hellhounds at his feet circled him in a protective manner.

“I came to speak to you my child.”

“(Y/N) was not your child.”

“Yes there were! They were my flesh and blood!”

Giles slammed his hand on the table, knocking his cup of tea over, shattering the cup.

“No they were not! Yes, you may have helped bring them into this world, but it was you that took them out of it. That is all you did, you were no father to them!”

Giles took his glasses off, setting them down.

“Where were you when they lost their mother?! Their best friend?! When they had monsters hunting them down all over the place?! Where we you when they were sent here to die?! Did you even try to find a way to save them?! Because I did! I tried everything to find a way to save them!”

Hades stood there.

“I cleaned them up after every bloody fight! I cooked them food when I found out all they were eating was takeout! I took them to see the penguins because they had never been!”

Giles took a few deep breaths.

“Where were you when they were plagued by nightmares and couldn’t sleep? Were you sat there all night holding their hand? No. Were you there when they got their very first A grade? No. You handed them the sword that they used to pierce a hole right through their own stomach to save the world.”

Clenching his jaw, Giles clenched his fists to calm himself down, drawing small droplets of blood.

He knew he couldn’t survive a fight with a god, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to try.

“You were not their father, a father doesn’t send his own child to die, a father doesn’t sit there and watch his own child die. I am (Y/N)s father, I will always be their father.”

Hades hummed a little, walking a few steps closer.

Giles’ heart raced in his chest, maybe screaming at a god wasn’t the best way to go about things, and it was a sure way to get himself killed.

“You’re right, maybe I’m not so much of a great father, but that’s how it has to be.”

Hades clasped his hands behind his back.

“I know you loved my child, in fact, I’m glad you do. I’m glad they found somebody to love them as their own flesh and blood, to help them grow, truly be happy.” Hades said.

Giles furrowed his brows.

“You’re right, I did give them the very sword that killed them, but I didn’t do it to push (Y/N) into using it on themselves, i did it because it was the only way.”

“To save the world because you wouldn’t?” Giles scoffed.

Hades chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, to save them.”

Hades walked over, standing on the other end of the table, and he set a book down on the table.

“The sword absorbs the essence of whatever it kills, that’s what the metal does, how it’s forged. But this one is slightly different. Whatever goes in, can come out.”

“What?”

“I instructed (Y/N) not to use the sword on the monsters, use it once, and only once. And they did. Their soul is the only thing inside of it. The prophecy was that their soul was supposed to go to Tartarus, and I didn’t want that, so I found a way around it.”

Giles looked at the god.

“You.. you’ve known this whole time…”

“I had to be sure that to would take care of them, that you truest did have a fathers love for (Y/N), and you do. Consider this a gift, a thank you for what you’ve done, from the god, to you.”

Hades pushed the book over and Giles picked it up.

“The.. the lake…”

“Preserves the body of all those buried, which means as far as death goes, (Y/N) is untouched by it, will be exactly the same.”

Hades turned around, making his way back towards the shadows.

“The monsters will come back if you bring (Y/N) back, and if you do bring them back I expect you to take on the role as their father Mr Giles.”

With that, Hades left and Giles stared at the book before grabbing his glasses so he could go through it.

The dead never stayed dead in Sunnydale, and he wasn’t going to let that happen to you.

So, Giles took care in gathering everything he needed, which took a lot longer than he had hoped, it wasn’t easy stuff to find.

But once he had it all, he sat in front of the sword in his office, the only thing that couldn’t have been moved, and he began to do exactly as the book told him.

There was a small flash around the sword, and he prayed it had worked.

The book explained that after the ritual, he wouldn’t be able to return to the lake until after you left, otherwise it would claim him in your place.

If you wanted to return you would, if not he would have to live with the fact he would never know if it worked or not.

So, he waited, his head always snapped to the door when it opened.

A few days went past, and he sighed heavily, looking at the book.

“Maybe I did something wrong…” he mumbled.

He had been reading through it for days, trying to figure out if something went wrong, maybe the god had lied to him, he had no idea.

Running a hand down his face, and closed the book, heading to his office.

The hounds followed him, and they sat watching him as always, their ears flicking a little as they both turned to the door.

“I’ll be with you in one moment!” He called.

The hounds ran out of the room, and he frowned, following them out.

As he looked around the corner, the sight alone was enough to make him take a few steps back.

You were sat on the floor, laughing and hugging your beloved hellhounds tightly.

You pushed the hounds off, and you smiled up at him.

“You look older than normal.”

Giles slowly walked over, kneeling in front of you, reaching out he touched your shoulder.

He was convinced you were maybe a ghost, messing with him, but when his hand came into contact with your shoulder he knew it had worked.

Taking your shoulder he pulled you in for a hug, and you groaned in pain.

“I.. I’m so sorry…”

He quickly let go.

You smiled warmly, shaking your head, hand on your side.

“It’s okay, I.. I guess being put in a permanent state means wounds don’t heal all that good..”

Sitting on your knees, you leant forward, gently hugging him, and he hugged you back, gentle this time as not to hurt you again.

“I.. I’m so sorry…” he whispered.

You shook your head.

“No… im sorry Giles I.. I I’m just so sorry…” you sobbed.

He gently shushed you, running a hand up and down your back.

After a few minutes you pulled away, sniffling a little.

“You buried me in my jacket…”

“I thought you would want it no matter where you went.” He smiled.

Giles wiped your tears with the sleeve of his blazer.

“The monsters…”

Giles smiled, taking your hand.

“We will face them together. You came to Sunnydale alone, but you’re not alone anymore (Y/N), we’re here for you, I am here for you, by your side. It’s your fate to be here.”

You hugged him again.

Giles hugged you back.

“I’m glad you’re back…” he whispered.

“Me too…”

You two enjoyed the peace.

“However you do owe me a dollar.”

You laughed, pulling away as you winced in pain, then you grinned at him a little.

“I suppose I should tell the others.”

“What will you tell them?” You asked.

Giles stood up, helping you to your feet and he sat you down in a chair, kissing the top of your head and he took a step away.

“I’ll tell them that my rather reckless, impulsive, and now apparently unofficially adopted demigod teenager has returned.”

Giles sat on the table, looking down at you.

“I’m your teenager now huh?”

“Well I seem to just keep adopting troubled teenagers, what’s one more to that list Hm?”

“I’m more trouble?”

He chuckled, nodding his head.

“Yes, you are, but I still love you even if you are the most troublesome of the bunch.”

You beamed proudly at him and yawned loudly, rested your head on the table.

He got off it, folding his scarf he placed it under your head, then he covered you with his blazer.

“Get some rest, I’ll be right here.”

He smiled as you nodded half asleep already.

He had his work cut out for him, but for now everything felt right, everything felt as it were supposed to be.

You were back where you were supposed to be, and when you were fully healed and well rested, you were going to be in a world of trouble for the stunt you pulled. But for now, Giles was just happy to have his family back.

Walking back to his office, he looked at the scrap of paper that had fallen out of the book that hades gave him.

The finely part of your prophecy.

‘The underworld child will die once, and will rise again, entrusted to a new home where they will stay.’

[interstellarspacecadett]

LOVE STORM

Chapter 2

(Chapter 1 link)

WARNING!

● Strong language

● Alcohol consumption

● Sex

"Wanna join us?" Ntabi asks him. He just nods, and soon, the three of us are horseback riding through the immense reserve. Ntabi is in front of me and Ari parallel to me. She gives us the full 'north tour', showing us all the different animals, and the peace I feel in this moment is overwhelming.

"All the big cats of the reserve are used to man' s presence, this is why they're not aggressive." She informs me, whiping her forehead with a cotton tissue. Today is really hot, there is no wind and it is easy to sweat. I follow her action too, and I extract my tissue from my pants pocket.

"They're even more majestic up close." I comment captivated by the beauty of the resting animals. Their stomachs are full, and they're taking a nap. We stopped talking after that, I thought there was nothing else to say about anything. Besides, it's very hot. I enjoy horseback riding my way through the reserve while Ari, as silent as he was, he looked concerned. As we arrive at a river, we get off the saddle and let our horses drink a little bit of water before continuing our tour. Ntabi walks next to a three to rest, and Ari, like a snake, gets close to me.

"Look. I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have ruined the moment. You're more sensitive than I thought, and I should have been more cautious with my words." He surprises me with what looks like a sincere apology.

"To try to make it up, I bought tickets to an event. There is an African art collection exhibit downtown. There are going to be many young African artists showing their partings and artifacts. There are more traditional tribal masks, too." He shows me one ticket as a matter of fact.

I look at him, surprised. He is really sorry.

"Are you trying to bribe me?" I take the ticket from his hand. I get a closer look at the colourful paper object.

"Is it working?" He asks, hopeful.

"You're lucky I like art." I roll my eyes playfully.

He smiles softly. I keep on reading the ticket, and it says the collection is in three days. I put the ticket inside my backpack and playfully scoff.

"Lucky me." As he says so I move my horse from him and join Ntabi.

Ten minutes later, our horses march through the reserve following the designated path. There are so many more animals than I initially thought. From up close, they're even more stately and grand. This is paradise on Earth.

I keep on taking pictures of the various animals and of the landscape as well. The minutes pass at an impressive velocity. It's almost dusk, so we decide to turn our heels and head back.

I keep on photographing too focused and hypnotised until a colorful object in the distance caughts my eye.

"What is that?" I question pointing at the colourful structure in distance.

"It's a safe house, just in case something happens and someone gets attacked by an animal, or for when it rains heavily. It happened that the personnel, while checking on some animals, were surprised by a storm and took shelter in one of the safe houses." Ntabi answers my question.

"How many safe houses are there?" I zoom at the object with my camera to see it better. Unfortunately, the resolution is not great.

"Four in total, all in different parts of the reserve. They are positioned respecting the four cardinal points. That one is the north one, and if you turn your head to the right, you can see the south one." I turn my head as she points her finger to the safe houses.

"Did it ever happen that someone got attacked by an animal?" I zoom with my camera at the safe house located in the south.

"Never. The animals got accustomed to the human presence, and they don't attack men. As long as we respect them, they will respect us." She nods.

"I could stay here forever." I exclaim, exhaling.

"How about reading by the pool?" Ari smirks mischievously. He's ready to provoke me.

"Stop making fun of me." I move from him.

"Yeah, yeah. Are you going to the reading by the pool Olympics?" At this question, I roll my eyes.

"You're impossible!" I push him delicately away. He laughs and gets closer to me.

Forty minutes later, we're finally back. Ari and I bid our goodbyes to Siddarth and Ntabi, who want to spend some time alone. Now I'm in Ari's S.U.V checking some of the many pictures I've taken over the course of two hours. He's driving, focusing on the road and fully immersed in his thoughts.

There is peace, so much peace.

We arrive at the hotel. For a strange reason we stay still in the car for a moment.

The air is thick but none of us dares to say something.

"Will I see you at dinner? Don't make me beg you. " He abruptly demands me.

I don't even have the time to answer that someone is knocking at the car window on Ari's side.

He gets off the car and so do I.

She's a woman. He's always surrounded by women.

She's quite tall, on the skinny side, but she's got a lot of curves. She has long blonde hair and a mesmerising smile.

They kissed, and only in this moment I realise I'm holding in a lot of air inside. He looks... surprised by the kiss. His eyes meet mine before I close the car door and head inside.

I don't know how I feel, but I don't like this a little bit. I'm all sweaty, and the heath doesn't cease to hit me. Thank God I drank a lot of water during the day, or I would have probably fainted a while ago.

As I see the green eyed receptionist, I tell her that I would like to order room service, I don't specify what, but seeing me upset, she asks if there is something wrong.

I tell her that I'm okay and that it's just the heat. The African sun doesn't play, though.

"How about you check our menu for today and then call me. I'm at your disposal twenty-four seven, ma'am." She's really kind and professional. I take the menu from her, and I nod, seeing this as the best option. I head to the elevator. However, before the doors close, I see Ari with his new companion clinging on his biceps head over the canteen. In the elevator, I keep my head low, and I start to overthink as always. I can't help myself but wonder who this new woman is. They seem really close. Maybe she is his wife or maybe a girlfriend. Why am I torturing myself like this? I have no business to be... upset... to mind his business...to be so inquisitive. I shake my head, wishing for all these thoughts to abandon my head.

The small sound of the little bell of the elevator alerts me that I've arrived at my floor. The first thing I do as I step in my suite is to take a shower and check the menu to order room service. As I wait for the food, I enjoy the sunset and the orange light invading my room. Not long after my food arrives and as I eat I check some of the pictures I've taken during this long day.

They are all astonishing, some of them are blurred, but the majority are high-quality photos. I smile seeing Ntabi in some of the pictures. She's so photogenic and beautiful. As I keep on checking the pictures, my smile fades. I see Ari in some of them. I look at the screen of my computer like an idiot while munching on some of the delicious fish on my plate. He's in many of the photos I've taken, the photos look great, and I can't bring myself to delete them. As if I wasn't miserable enough, my phone rings, and it's my mom.

I pass a hand through my hair, wanting to rip my scalp off. I breathe deeply for a few seconds before answering the phone.

We talk for a bit, and she gossips about the many scandals happening back home. I listen, not really interested, but at least she's not talking about Charles. She hands the phone some of my aunts at the phone. Aunt Susie is the only one who really understands me. She's more of a mom to me than my own mother could ever be. She has the same rebellious spirit as Joan of Ark. I admire her a lot, and I like to talk with her about all my adventures around the world. We talk on the phone, laughing and missing each other before ending our twenty and more minutes call.

I feel in a better mood. Thanks, Aunt Susie. I finish eating and start one of my favourite childhood movies to relax. The movie has its effect on me. I'm feeling way better now.

At ten p.m. I wash my teeth and pee one last time before going to sleep.

The hours pass, but I can't close my eyes, I'm overthinking as always. It's two a.m. when I decide to head out to walk a little. Walking will probably get me tired sooner. I take the stairs in my nightgown and sleepers. I hold my book with a hand. My feet come to a halt. A door of the many rooms opens up revealing Ari with a towel on his waist and his hair pushed back. Looks like he took a shower, but I bet that room is not the one he sleeps in every night.

"Are you leaving already?" It's the voice of the same woman that kissed him to ask this question. She comes up and massages his shoulders before leaning on his back with her head.

"You could stay, just this time." She tries to convince him.

"You know I never stay the night. Be good and go back to sleep." He dismissed her to no avail.

"It's okay, we don't have to fuck again. We could..."

"That's what we do, Janine we're not lovers." He interrupts her.

" I know but, why call me if you don't fuck me?"

"I didn't call you this week. You decided to come here by yourself." He sounds bothered.

"Can you remember me your whore calendar? When is the day you fuck the French girls, when is the day you fuck the Japanese ones, when is the day you fuck me?" She sounds irritated but she tries to play it cool.

"Janine, calm down, alright?!" He raises his voice slightly.

"The girl that was in your car, did you fuck her?" She's referring to me. My heart beats really fast, and I take a step back, hoping that none of them can see me.

"What?!"

"She's really pretty. You couldn't keep your eyes to yourself when she went back inside, I mean, I understand you her ass was jiggling while she was walking. You like innocent looking ones, don't you?!"

What did she just say?! Why do I have to be tied up in matters that I want no business being in?!

"What does she have to do with all of this?" On of his hands passes through his hair.

"You called her name while fucking me. And I know it because I know all you other girls and none of them is called-" He interrups her again.

"Would you lower your voice?!"

"Don't you think that's unfair to me? Didn't I keep you company when your wife left you? Have a little bit of respect!" She scoffs and puts quickly something on before running down the stairs.

Ari puts his hands in his hair and looks stressed.

I head back to my room. I don't know what to think.

Lately, the days have passed quickly, and the art expo is today. I haven't seen Ari in a while, and Ntabi has been really busy at the reserve. I finished my book and headed downtown to buy a new dress, but I don't know if I wanna go to the museum or stay in my room.

It's three p.m. my land-line rings, and I lazily answer. It's Ntabi asking me if I can get ready in five to go to the art expo. She also informs me that Ari gave her his ticket.

Why would he do something like that? I don't care, I don't wanna know. Maybe 'one of his girls' is coming over.

The art exhibition is amazing, something I've never seen before and definitely out of the eurocentric conception of the idea of timeless and impactfful. We have the opportunity to meet some of the artists and spend some words with them. I come to find out that one of them, Ntaka, is Ntabi's twin brother. Ntaka creates art to concretize some of the dreams he has. His statues are captivating and out of this world. It's easy to read the influence of Dalí and Jean-Michele Basquiat and of his own beautiful country that keeps on amazing me day after day.

After the exhibit, we head to the hotel. Ari's hotel offered the opportunity to hold the after exhibit party, but he's nowhere to be found.

A young man takes the opportunity to talk on his behalf, adding that ' Mr. Levinson will join us later on this even'.

"He's probably at the village." Ntabi tells her twin brother.

"Baba told me they're building a new hospital, but the French have their mines not far from the village. Ari will definitely stand up against the new coloniasts." Ntaka deeply admires Ari.

"Shame he didn't want to come to the exhibit. He must have been tired after fighting with his woman all night." Ntabi shakes her head in disapproval. So that's it, he didn't want to come with me. After all, I was the reason he fought with 'his woman' some nights ago. Didn't hear them fight last night, I fell asleep pretty quickly, though.

"Which one?" Siddarth inserts himself into the conversation and hugs Ntabi from behind. They hug, and I say hi to him, too, just like Ntaka.

So it's all an open secret. Ari's got many women, like a harem of women ready to please him.

"I'll go take a glass of champagne." I need to breathe, I shouldn't get worked up by all of this. Why do I even care about what or who he does. I should focus on keeping my shit together in my own life instead of other people's.

As I think about stopping to think, I suddenly bump into someone.

Fuck my life.

I don't even recognise him dressed in an elegant tuxedo. He looks really good in it and blue is definitely his colour, and...his eyes... and his pink lips... and...

"Duchess." He looks surprised, too. Why does he have to smell this good all the time? I get back to my composure. I can't let this man have his way with me.

"Next time, if you don't want to come with me, be man enough to tell me yourself." I bark irritated. I can't believe these words just exited my mouth. But it's what I think.

"It's not like that. I had a few things to take care of." Janine, gets close and caresses his arm.

"I see, and I've heard." I head back to Ntabi and the others.

"Ari, it's show time." She seductively says to him.

I just hope this night is not ruined, but as Ari gets on the stage, I just can't take it anymore and head out.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[ranger-ribbons]

💭 - brainwash my muse into forgetting something, replacing it with a false memory.

Brody/Preston!!

Hmmmmmm.

~~~

Preston doesn't look up from his magic book as Brody walks in. "Ready, Preston?" the Red asks.

Preston shrugs, closing his book and setting it on the desk. "As I'll ever be, I guess. I still don't think this is a good idea."

Brody puts a comforting hand on Preston's shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. If it works, I forget all about Madam Odius torturing me. If it doesn't, I continue coping. No harm, no foul."

"I'm not worried about you," Preston replies. "What if I mess up?"

Brody squeezes the hand on Preston's shoulder. "It's okay, Preston's. I have total faith in you."

Preston sighs. "Okay," he replies. "Let's try it out."

Brody lays down on the couch and makes himself comfortable. Preston's hands shake as he pulls out the old pocket watch and lets the watch drop so he holds onto the end of the chain. Brody watches the watch as it swings slowly from side to side.

"Keep your eyes on the watch. Watch as it swings. It swings back and forth. You're watching the watch." Preston had watched Now You See Me before he tried this, Brody can tell. The Red shuts that thought down before it can break his concentration.

"You're getting tired. The watch is swinging and the hours pass as it does. Very tired. And," Preston clicks his fingers right under Brody's nose at the same time he commands, "sleep."

Brody's world goes dark.

~

Preston startles as Brody's eyes shut and he collapses back against the couch as if someone had hit his off switch. "Oh god," he murmurs, panicked. "Brody? Can you hear me?"

Brody slurs out a, "Yeah," and Preston feels like he can actually breathe.

"Okay," Preston says. He thinks back to the information he has from his spell books on hypnotism. Most sorcerers in the books had considered it a forbidden art. To mess with a person's memory is to commit an unspeakable crime. However, Preston had found a few and he holds to the rules they'd set in place like a life raft. "Brody, your mind is open to you. There is nothing you can't remember, there is nothing hidden from you." Brody makes a humming noise that Preston chooses to take as assent.

"Go back in you memories to the years on Galvanax's ship. Do you remember them?"

"Yes," Brody replies, hushed.

"Good," Preston soothes. He wraps one hand around his arm and rubs his shoulder, trying to soothe himself as well. "Think back to Madame Odius. To her torture and everything she's done. Do you remember?"

Brody makes a pained noise, but replies with an affirmative. Preston wants to reach out and touch him, but the books say not to so the Blue restrains himself.

"I want you to imagine the memories as file folders, okay? Take all those memories and put them into a box. The box is safe. The memories can't hurt you if they're in there." This tactic is mostly born of Preston's hands. His experiences with memories are to put them into a box and shove the box into the furthest corner of his mind. He's sure the therapist his teachers say he should see would love to talk about it. For now, though, Preston's thinks it should work fine here, too.

"Okay," Brody replies.

Preston swallows. "Now lock the box and set it on a shelf."

"Okay."

"This box is forever untouchable to you. You will not remember the contents of this box, when you awaken. You will not remember what Madame Odius did to you while you where on Galvanax's ship. When I snap my fingers, you'll awake with no memory of the box or its contents. Do you understand?"

This is the trickiest part. The hardest to get right. It has to be worded just so, or Preston could mess everything up.

"Yes," Brody replies.

"Okay," Preston says to himself. "Ready?" he asks Brody. "Three, two, one," Preston clicks his fingers again, once more commanding, "Wide awake!"

Brody's eyes snap open and he sits up. "Hey, Presto," he says. "Did it work?"

Preston shrugs. "You remember Madame Odius or her actions on the Warrior Dome?"

Brody frowns. "She didn't touch me on the Warrior Dome."

Preston breaks into a relieved smile. "It worked!"

~~~

@estel-eruantien thank you!

[celestiall0tus]

Miraculous AU - Chapter 13 - Perception

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            Juleka stepped out into the night. She took a seat on the deck then reached into her pocket. She pulled the silver pendant necklace out and held it up. Anxiety filled her as she examined it. She just had to put this one and she’d meet the kwami. She’d become a hero, like Alya and Marinette, maybe. More importantly, it brought her closer to saving her brother. She took a deep breath, moved to put it on, but stopped.

            Juleka hesitated. Was this the right choice? She didn’t have any interest in being a hero or creating a team like Rose and the others did. She only wanted to help her brother. To shed his burdens and protect him from the butterfly bastard. But once she did that, what then? Would she just use this power to keep her family safe? Was it worth the risk to her loved ones? She was about to put the necklace back in her pocket when she remembered Alya’s words: “You’re not alone.”

            Juleka sighed. She wasn’t alone in this, was she? This wasn’t just her fight. Marinette was at the forefront, with whoever Chat was, fighting against the butterfly man for whatever reason. Alya likely accepted the call to action without a hint of doubt despite having no need to fight. Regardless of their motivations, they still fought a battle that they didn’t need to, and they were on her side. She wasn’t alone.

            Juleka took a deep breath. She steeled her resolve and put the necklace on. A white light emitted from the necklace as a ball of light appeared in front of her. She shielded her eyes until it faded to reveal a mouse kwami.

            “Um, hello. I’m Juleka.”

            “Greetings, Juleka. I am Mullo, the kwami of perception.”

            “Nice to meet you. Uh, if you don’t mind, I have some questions.”

            “Of course.”

            “So, did I pass your test?”

            “I’d say so.”

            “So, why test me exactly?”

            “There’s a lot of reasons. First, I believe your brother to be a good pick for the snake, despite being infested. Second, I believe you would be a good pick for my powers. But the biggest thing is you know the ladybug holder.”

            “Why is that a big deal?”

            “The ladybug and black cat are the greatest of all kwamis being creation and destruction. And I figured it’d be safer near them. With all of us, I’m sure the snake should feel safe enough.”

            “Speaking of, what do you offer?”

            “Like the others, I have two powers to offer, but also a Miraculous. For your solo powers, there is Perception and Bend. Perception gives you godlike senses, allowing you to hear, smell, and see things regardless of distance, so long as it’s on this planet at least. And Perception lasts for a minute. Bend allows you to manipulate the perceptions of others and even yourself. This could mean things like making yourself invisible to others, create flawless illusions in the minds of others, and even allow you to look into the minds of others.”

            “No way.”

            “Yes way. And an important note with Bend. It’s not like other greater powers that once activated, it consumes four uses of power, and lasts five minutes. It consumes one power per minute it is active. If you wish to change how you’re manipulating perception before a minute is up, it’ll consume another power and reset the timer. Understood?”

            Juleka nodded.

            “Now, the Miraculous requires the pig, kwami of ignorance. With it, you can create an area where reality is bended to how you wish it to be perceived. Alternatively, you can focus it on a single person and create a new reality for them. The downside is those affected by this Miraculous will only ever perceive the new realities and be forever blinded to the old one.”

            “That seems… extreme.”

            “As it must be. Miracles require a cost. To create, you must destroy. To see all, you must lose all. To know all there has been and will be, you must lose your mind. To save a life, you must take a life. For every miracle, a cost.”

            “Oh.”

            “Don’t worry. You can’t use this power unless you have the pig, and I haven’t felt their activation.”

            “That’s good at least. So, what do I do to active your necklace then.”

            “Juleka, if you wish to accept me and the duties I’ve taken to aid the snake, simply say, ‘Mullo, get squeaky.’ To de-transform, say, ‘Mullo, quiet down.’”

            “Um, what if the snake doesn’t choose my brother? What do I do then?”

            “Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. First comes attracting the snake. The wolf is active, now I just need to be. So, do you accept?”

            Juleka took a deep breath, then stood up.

            “Mullo, get squeaky.”

            Mullo disappeared into the pendant. It turned white with five pink mice chasing each other in a circle. The string that held it turned into a pink choker that now supported the pendant.

            Juleka transformed as her hair turned white and the purple turned pink complete with mouse ears. Her bangs swept away from her eyes that turned pink with magenta pupils. Her clothes changed to a white midriff halter with the same mouse symbol on it and pants with tears in the pants. White formed from her wrist to her bicep that ended with a pink cuff and had holes in them. On top of the white sleeves, a pair of pink fingerless gloves appeared on her hands. The exposed skin of her shoulders and stomach covered in a pink fishnet Her shoes became white platform boots with a pink trim and platforms. A pair of strings hung from the boots like chains next to the mouse symbol. A pink whip wrapped around her and trailed off into a tail.

            Juleka’s eyes widened as she looked at herself. She ran up to the railing and looked over in her watery reflection. She smiled and waved at this version of herself. She should show the girls, but it was late. Alix would have snuck out, but she didn’t want to deal with that. Rose was likely sleeping, and she should leave Alya to rest. Although, Marinette might be out as Ladybug with Chat. She took a step back and listened. She could hear a lot in the city, but she couldn’t hear Marinette.

            “Perception,” Juleka whispered.

            Noise assaulted Juleka’s ears and her vision overwhelmed with endless scenery. She shut her eyes and clutched her head. She worked to sort through everything until she heard Marinette’s voice. She focused and saw Marinette as Ladybug, taking a stroll with Chat along the Seine, further up the river.

            Juleka opened her eyes as she focused on Marinette. She jumped from her home, onto the bridge. A small laugh escaped her as she landed. She burst into a sprint. She was fast, but not as fast as Louve. She was able to use her whip to swing around, but not in the same way Ladybug could with her yo-yo as she needed momentum. She made it to where Ladybug and Chat were walking, stopping along the ramp.

            Juleka started to say ‘Marinette,’ but stopped herself. “Ladybug!”

            Ladybug stopped and looked around until she saw Juleka. She approached as Juleka jumped down to join them.

            Ladybug smiled. “The mouse looks good on you.”

            “You know her?” Chat asked.

            “Yup. We’re friends outside of being heroes, and as heroes now.”

            “Well then. What shall we call you?” Chat asked.

            Juleka looked at herself, then at them. “Souris Blanche.”

            “Pleasure to meet you, Souris. Quite the team we got, eh, Bugaboo?” Chat said.

            Souris stepped forward while she looked around. “Actually, about that. We were kinda talking today about maybe setting up an official team. Well, one of our friends did at least.”

            “That may not be a bad idea,” Chat said.

            Ladybug nodded. “I’ve thought about it after I left, and it might be a good idea. We’ve already got me and Chat, as well as Louve and you, Souris.”

            Souris looked away. “I don’t think I’d be a hero, Ladybug. I only really accepted this to save my brother.”

            Ladybug’s breath caught. “What’s wrong with Luka?”

            Tears fell from Souris’ eyes. “He’s infested with Whispers, at least he’s gotta be by now. And Alya said once he’s infested, he’s primed to be transformed into a monster.”

            Ladybug shook her head. “How is that possible? Luka never seemed to… I mean he always seems so happy. What’s plaguing his heart?”

            “An old crush he had. I thought he had gotten over it, but it seemed it lingered enough to be taken advantage of.”

            Ladybug hugged Souris. “It’ll be ok. If we can’t find the snake in time and he is transformed, we’ll help him. You have my word.”

            Souris hugged Ladybug back. “Thank you. I hope we find the snake before then.”

            “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s the deal with the snake?” Chat asked.

            “Oh, he’s the kwami of health, so a healer of sorts. He’s the only one capable of purging infestations.”

            “But he doesn’t trust humans. At least not since the Black Death. So, he usually doesn’t choose a holder until the wolf and mouse do. And apparently the mouse helps to assist the snake. So, we maybe have a chance of getting the snake to accept a holder,” Souris added.

            Chat’s eyes widened as he let out a breath and looked away. He ran a hand through his hair and ruffled the hair on the back of his head. Souris raised a brow as she observed his posture. His back was slightly curved to that almost made him look like his was slouching. One leg was straight, while the other was slightly bent. His other hand sat at his hip, almost like he was trying to put it into a pocket that wasn’t there. It was like the poses she studied during her own practices.

            Ladybug had approached Chat, reassuring him. His pose changed slightly as he moved the hand that he ruffled his hair with to rest on his neck. He looked at her, tilting his head slightly to the left, away from the hand on his neck. Both looked practiced, practically perfect. Almost like he was an actual model.

            “Are you a model?” Souris mumbled.

            Chat startled, his eyes widened, his cat ears perked up, and his tail shot up.

            Ladybug raised a brow. “What happened?”

            Chat smiled nervously and waved his hands in front of him. “It’s nothing. Just thought I heard something. These cat ears are really sensitive after all.”

            “Are you sure?”

            “Oh yeah, for sure. Probably also just tired is all. We did have an exciting day after all.”

            “We can call it an early night, if you’d like.”

            “We don’t have to. I’m not that tired.”

            Ladybug put a hand on Chat’s shoulder. “It’s ok. You put in a lot of work today and I’m not about to ask you to push yourself just spend time with me.”

            Chat’s cat ears drooped. “I don’t mind it. I enjoy your company.”

            Ladybug blushed and hugged Chat. “Thank you, but seriously, don’t push yourself. We can always hang out tomorrow. Take it easy.” She grabbed her yo-yo, threw it, and was gone.

            Chat sighed as he watched Ladybug leave. Souris stepped forward and stared at him.

            “You’re a model.”

            Chat’s ears twitched. “What makes you say that?”

            “The way you stand is like you’re posing, practiced and perfect like you’ve done it many times and it’s subconscious.”

            “That seems like a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”

            Souris blinked. “Answer two questions of mine and we’ll see.”

            “Going to try guessing who I am? I don’t think two questions will be enough.”

            “Then let me prove you wrong. Are you a teenager that’s about sixteen or seventeen?”

            “Yes.”

            “Is green your natural eye color?”

            “Not this green, but yes.”

            “So, let’s see. You’re about my age, a model based on that every time I’ve seen you, and not just in person, you’ve been posing in one way or another almost like you’ve been doing it for some time now. And the mask and hair threw me off just a bit, I’m starting to recognize your face. Your voice is a little harder for me to pinpoint as, if I’m right, we only met once prior to this.”

            Chat crossed his arms and eyed her suspiciously. “Who do you think I am?”

            “You’re Adrien Agreste, aren’t you?”

            Chat’s cat ears and tail twitched. “You figured it out from all that?”

            Souris thumbed the pendant. “I guess I’m a good pick for the kwami of perception, don’t you think?”

            Chat grinned. He uncrossed his arms a little, letting his left elbow rest on the back of his right hand. “I’ll give you that, you are. But seriously, how’d you know I was a model?”

            “I’ve kinda studied modeling and you are a big name, so y’know.”

            “Why study modeling? Aren’t there be more interesting things to study?”

            Souris played with her hair as she looked away. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

            “I promise.”

            Souris sighed and sat on a nearby bench. “I want to be a model one day, so I’ve been studying the industry and practicing when I can. I haven’t had a chance to step into the industry, but I might on a smaller scale.”

             Chat sat next to Souris. “Yeah? What is it?”

            “Well, my friend, Marinette, is an aspiring designer. We’ve worn some of her designs before, and I know she’s happy with that, but we all know she’s hoping for more. So, Alya has been pushing for her to make a website and I volunteered to model for her.”

            Chat’s smile and gaze softened as he looked at the river. “A website is a good idea. I hope she gets into the industry. I’ve seen her designs and they’re quite good.”

            Souris eyed Chat as she rested her chin on her hands. She knew that look anywhere. “Did you want to spend more time with Marinette? You seem quite attached already, which isn’t too surprising. She tends to attract people to her.”

            Chat sighed. “I wish, but I wouldn’t be able to as Adrien. And I don’t think I could hang out with her when I’m Chat.”

            “What about modeling her designs? I know she still needs a male model.”

            Chat considered, then nodded. “Maybe, but how would we even propose the idea?”

            Souris smiled. “Mullo, quiet down.”

            Mullo appeared from the pendant and transformed Souris.

            Juleka took her phone from her back pocket and handed it to Chat.

            “I can work something out. I would just need your number to contact you. Plus, for the team thing they’re putting together.”

            Chat smiled and took the phone. “Y’know, for someone who doesn’t think they’ll be a good hero, you sure are pushing the idea of this team.”

            Juleka shrugged. “My girlfriend wants to help us, so it’s the least I can do. Plus, it saves them a little of a wait. And don’t worry, we’ll try to keep your and Ladybug’s identities a secret from the two of you.”

            Chat chuckled as he finished adding his contact information. “Well, I think I already know, but it would put her mind at ease.”

            “You know already?”

            Chat nodded and handed back Juleka’s phone.

            Juleka grimaced as she took her phone. “Are you going to say something?”

            “I want to, but my kwami told me that hers holds her to a different standard. So, I guess I’ll wait until she’s ready or unless something else happens.”

            “Well, for appearances, we’ll keep it separate. I won’t tell the girls or Ladybug about it just to be safe. At least until you’re both ready.”

            “Thank you. Well, I’m going to head off. Prowl the city a bit before I head home.”

            “I’ll see you later.”

            “Of course. And, hey, if you ever want a night to practice your modeling, I’d be happy to help.”

            Juleka’s eyes widened. “Yeah, of course. I’ll let you know.”

            Chat smiled and waved, then headed off.

            “Let’s head home. Mullo, get squeaky.”

            Mullo disappeared into the pendant and transformed Juleka, who headed back home.

~~

            A butterfly sat on a streetlight as it watched the cat and mouse heroes from afar. Once both had left, it made its way back to its master. It slipped through the walls into the dark room filled with purple orbs as the man worked. The butterfly landed on his index finger.

            “Ah, which do you have to add to?”

            The butterfly flew up and searched the orbs until it found the one it was looking for. The man lowered it to him, revealing a teenage boy with black and blue green hair, dressed like a little wannabe groupie. The man’s Whispers had worked well, but the boy resisted, slowing the progress.

            The man assessed the current plague this boy suffered. He tsked at the simple, buried unrequited love, then turned to the new butterfly. He looked into it and saw a girl with black and purple hair, similar to the boy. Siblings, he assumed. This girl spoke with the holder of the black cat but looked to have a kwami in her possession too. He watched the silent exchange until the girl transformed into a mouse themed punk.

            The man hummed. “Let’s look into the boy’s heart.”           

            The man looked back to the boy, exposing his vulnerable heart. He saw the unrequited love buried deep, just about dead. Annoying that the whisper would turn to that first, although it did some work and planted a seed of contempt for the feline hero. However, what lay bare on the surface was far more intriguing. The boy was the strong one of the family. Always stood up for the girl, the sister. Doing what he could to keep her safe and happy, even at the expense of his own. A true brother and protector, but something so easily exploited. A shame it wasn’t before, but he would rectify that.

            The man lowered the original Whisper but didn’t remove it. He split the new one into two separate ones. The first half he molded into a Whisper to prey on the boy’s need to protect his sister, his fear of failing her, and her turning to the feline hero for protection. The second half he molded into his sister refusing his protection while she ran off to play hero that played into his fear of losing her forever. Before he applied the new Whispers, he took the original and reshaped it to feed on the seed of hatred for the black cat holder. Once he finished, he applied all the Whispers. The silhouette of the boy turned black as the new Whispers made quick work of him.

            The man cackled. “You will be a marvelous creation, boy. Just a little bit longer. Let that contempt fester and grow.” He placed the orb in the top of his cane, so he didn’t lose it. He turned back to the other orbs and continued his work.

[dreamyautumns]

P5R third semester AU time!

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*Ring!*

LeBlanc's door swung open. A man in a brown coat walked inside, a genuine smile plastered over his face. He sat down at one of the empty booths and looked at the clock.

"Amamiya-san! I'm here to talk with you!" the man called.

A slight creak from the stairs, followed by the rustling of clothes. Ren had gotten dressed from sleeping in and walked towards the stairs.

"Dr. Maruki," Ren breathed. He mustered up some of his strength and looked down at his pocket. He dropped to a whisper just before the wall at the stairs, opening his coat pocket to see Sumire sitting there with a sad look on her face. "Will you be ok?"

Sumire looked up at the giant's concerned face and nodded. "Don't worry about me, Senpai. I'll be fine."

Ren sighed, then closed his pocket. He quietly made his way towards the former therapist and sat down across from him. "Hello, Maruki."

"Hi there," Maruki said in a friendly tone. "How are things going for you in my reality?"

"You shrunk Sumire," Ren stated, his tone going dark. "When I said I wanted to be strong enough to protect her, this isn't what I meant. She isn't some helpless puppet; she's a strong girl capable of taking of herself."

"Where IS she, if I may ask?" Maruki questioned, skipping right over the boy's concerns.

Ren hesitantly reached for his pocket and looked down into it. Sumire was visibly shaking, so he held a finger out to her. "You'll be ok. Trust me."

Sumire reluctantly clung to his thumb and shut her eyes as he slowly lifted her out his pocket. Ren placed the tiny girl on the table and folded his hands in front of her to protect her. Maruki tilted his head at the sight of the 4-inch girl and smiled.

"Hi, Yoshizawa-san. I'm sorry that this meeting is... well, how do I put it? A bit out of perspective, wouldn't you agree?"

Sumire nodded her head, and even though she was afraid, she bowed to him. "I do believe so, yes."

Maruki turned to Ren, his eyes shining. "Is this what you wished to discuss with me?"

"Yes, actually. I want you to change her back."

"But why? You are able to take care of her this way. And you said it yourself; she's easy to protect like this," Maruki questioned.

"Like i already said, Sumire is capable of protecting herself. She doesn't need to be this small to be protected. You see her as someone who couldn't accept herself, and in doing so, you assisted her in running away from her true self. And now you're doing it again, but this time through me."

Maruki shuffled. Sumire could feel the table beneath her move from his movement. She quietly climbed back into Ren's hand, so the giant cupped it around her to reassure her.

"I could change her back... but I want you to accept my reality. No one here is in pain. I promise that all your dreams will come true. Even your desire to keep her safe. I'll ensure nothing bad will ever happen to her ever again," Maruki replied.

"So she'll be forced to live like this forever if he doesn't change his mind?"

A new voice had entered the conversation. Akechi strode into the café, a scowl across his face. Sumire gave him a tiny wave, to which the brunette glanced at her, then turned away with a slight wave back.

"Is it really forcing if she is safe and underneath his care?" Maruki asked.

"Did you even consider her feelings about this? What if she doesn't WANT to be 4 inches tall?" Ren asked. "She has a life, but one that doesn't involve her being tiny."

Maruki sighed. "I thought I could reason with you... do you perhaps need another week?"

Akechi and Sumire stared at Ren expectantly.. The boy sighed and looked back. "No."

"I can sense your hesitation."

Ren looked at Maruki and stopped.

"One more week, and then you should have your definite answer."

With that, Maruki got up and left. Akechi turned to Ren and sighed.

"You're SERIOUSLY considering his reality?"

"N-no... I'm not."

Sumire motioned to Ren's face, so the boy lifted his palm. The tiny girl placed a hand on his nose and rubbed it.

"I'm sorry, Senpai. I never meant for any of this to happen."

"It's not your fault, Sumire," Ren replied. He gently cupped her in his hands and held her close to him. He then got up from the table and turned to Akechi.

"I need to just... think. I don't know what to do. I obviously want Sumire to return to normal, but then again... everyone is happy here."

"She won't be herself," Akechi stated. "And no one else will be either."

Sumire looked at Akechi and then back at Ren. "Whatever you pick, Senpai, I'll be ok with. Honest."

Ren shook his head. "You can't stay like this. No matter how badly Maruki wants me to accept his reality so you can be normal, we need to go back to our regular reality. He's punishing YOU for reverting back to your old self."

"Then I'll do my very best to support you all in this fight," Sumire replied. "I may not be able to help you right now, but I can definitely give you my support."

Akechi smirked. "That's good to hear. So? What do you say, Ren?"

Ren looked down at the tiny girl, then back at the brunette. His lips curled into a gentle smile.

"Alright. When Maruki comes back next week... we're taking back reality. No matter how big or small."

[thekillianquinn]

Killian felt his heart swell with love for Valentina as he pulled her into a tight embrace. “I love you more than words could ever express,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re my heart and soul, Valentina. I don’t know where I’d be without you in my life.” Kilian meant every word he said to Valentina. He still can’t believe how lucky he was to be with someone so wonderful and kind. “I am not!” He huffs with a grin before he kisses the back of her head and helps place everything at the table. “Welcome darling,” Kal responds as he takes his seat and started to help Val prepare her plate. “Ugh, I know. But who do you think it is?” he asked with a grin. “Whose been your favorite performer so far?” he asked curiously as he gives her a plate of her food and then makes his. “Ken is by far still my favorite judge.” He says with a laugh. As dinner progressed, the couple sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company. They knew that they had found something special in each other, and they were grateful for every moment they got to spend together. They were each other’s safe haven, and nothing could ever come between them. Love had brought them together, and love would keep them together forever. Once finished with dinner, Kal looks at Val with a smile. “Man, that was delicious babe. That spicy salsa really hit the spot. You ready for some dessert?” He asked standing up, beginning to clear the table. Once she answered Kal smiles and says “Be right back. I made you something special.” And he rushes to the kitchen. Putting all the dishes in the sink, Killian pulls a small black box out of his pocket. He opens it and takes a deep breath as he looks at the item inside. "It's now or never, Quinn," Killian whispers to himself as he starts preparing dessert. Placing the second ring on the dessert, Kal closes it in the contraption and brings it out. "Before I show this to you, I need you to close your eyes, Val." Kal waits for her to close her eyes and then walks in front of her. Gently placing the dessert down in front of her, he goes behind her and says, "Okay, open your eyes, beautiful." He says as he kneels down. "Open it," he responds with a grin, waiting for the moment. Seeing her expression change, Killian immediately began speaking, "Val, I love you more than anything in this world. There is nobody else in this world I rather spend the rest of my life with. You are everything to me and bring out the best in me. Life is always better with you Will you marry me?" @valentinaxlopezx

[persephonewritessometimes]

me and the devil / unsub!hotch x reader / chapter two

Summary: It's been a week since her unfortunate first run-in with Aaron Hotchner. Has she scared him off, or will she see him at the club tonight?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 3471

Warnings: verbal harassment, several men following reader, threatening of violence, strip club, cursing, morgan being a cheeky bastard, mentions of a dead spouse

Key: y/n = your name

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         Another day, another dollar. That’s what I tell myself as I get off the bus close to the club. My car is in the shop – again – so I have to take the bus until it gets fixed. It had been one week since my run-in with Mr. Hotchner where I laid him out, and every time I think about it, I get embarrassed all over again. He hasn’t been to the club since – maybe I scared him off. Groaning, I grab my work bag and head inside, putting in my earbuds to drown out the shitty music in the locker room. Tia has had the flu for the past few days and hasn’t been to work, so I’m on my own again. I’m grateful that I packed my bag when I was in a better mood this morning and grin when I pull out my rhinestone set. It’s a rhinestone bikini top, with a silver thong, and a matching rhinestone skirt. I always make a shit ton of money in this. I shimmy it on, careful not to mess up my hair and makeup, give myself a once over in the mirror and head out into the club.

         It’s already loud in here, but the lights bounce off my outfit, drawing many pairs of eyes toward me. No one approaches though, so I roam, looking for my regulars. I’m passing by the bar and the next thing I know I’m slamming into someone on accident. I’m mortified.

         “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” I apologize quickly, trying to move past whomever I bumped into. A large hand closes around my wrist stopping me in my tracks.

         “Hello, Y/N.” Hotch’s low voice reaches me, and I look up at him. “It seems like it’s your mission to kill me one way or another.” He chuckles.

         “Oh, Jesus.” I use my free hand to cover my face. “Yes, it would appear so. Sorry.”

         He’s looking me over when I peek at him in between my fingers. He gently grabs a trail of rhinestones from my skirt. “I like this outfit,” he says, letting go of the rhinestones and the land lightly on my leg.

         “Thank you. It’s my personal favorite.” I sway my hips and the lights catch on me again. I grin and look up at him.

         “That reminds me, I wanted to give you my number, just in case you were to ever need me.”

         “I don’t understand. First, I flip you over my shoulders, I just slammed into you, and you still want to give me your number?” I furrow my brow as he reaches into the inside of his suit jacket. I see a flash of gold on the inside and grab his jacket, pulling it open and he lets me. “You’re an agent?”

         “Yes.”

         “Hmmm.”

         “Is that a good ‘hmmm’ or bad ‘hmmm’.” He raises one eyebrow, finally fishing a small piece of paper out of his pocket.

         “I’m still deciding.” I give him a grin. “A lot of the agents who come in here are handsy despite them being ‘beacons of the law’,” I say, miming air quotes at the last four words. He tips his head back and laughs at this and I wish I could bottle up the sound and keep it forever.

         “And who fed you that bullshit?”

         “I think that’s a Derek Morgan quote if I remember correctly.”

         “Yeah, that sounds like something he’d say.” He slips the piece of paper in my hand and closes my fingers around it. “Put that somewhere safe, pretty girl.” He says into my ear, and I get goosebumps. I look up at him through my eyelashes and nod, giving him my best smile before turning and retreating back to the locker room. I immediately put his number into my phone. I slip the piece of paper into my locker after admiring his harsh handwriting. It makes me think about what else his strong hands are capable of. The rest of the night goes well, with several of my regulars coming in. It’s late – almost 3 AM when I’m finally getting my stuff together to leave. I slide out of my work clothes, putting on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. I sling my bag onto my shoulders, bid Alex goodnight, and make my way out into the night. The bus stop is only a five-minute walk from the club, but the air is very still tonight. Something isn’t right. I should turn around and go back into the club and ask one of the other girls for a ride home, but I don’t want to bother anyone. I walk quickly to the bus stop, and I’m almost there when I hear it, a cough, and the sound of a voice. Several voices. Shit, shit, shit.

         “Hey! Beautiful lady! Where you headed tonight? Maybe we can help you?” A voice calls behind me. Several voices laugh. I’m in deep shit. I quickly fish my phone out of my pocket walk straight past the bus stop and veer right, closer to town. Rita’s, one of the local bars, is five minutes from the bus stop and I know they’re still open. If I can just make it there, I’ll be fine. I don’t give myself time to think as I press Hotch’s contact and press the ringing phone up to my ear. He picks up within ten seconds.

         “Hi, this is Y/N. I’m so sorry to bother you but there’s a group of guys following me right now.”

         “Where are you?”

         “Four minutes from Rita’s. Three if I pick up the pace.”

         “How close are they?” I listen for a second.

         “Thirty, maybe forty feet? Judging by their voices.”

         “I’m at Rita’s right now. Be there in a second.” He doesn’t hang up on the phone, keeping me on the line, probably so he can hear everything that’s going on.

         “Hey! Why are you walking away from us? We just want to have some fun!” Their voices are getting closer. Two people I can probably take in a fight, but it sounds like there are a least three of them. Those aren’t odds I’m willing to mess with. Rita’s comes into view and I see Hotch jogging towards me, hand on his hip – he’s armed. I shut my phone, shoving it back into my pocket. We make contact in the next few seconds, his arm coming around my shoulders and he hurries me inside the bar. Once inside, he turns to me, grabbing my face in his hands.

         “Hey, are you okay?” I nod, tears welling in my eyes. “Come on, come sit down.” He guides me to a small table in the back, away from the crowd. “Where’s your car? Why weren’t you driving?”

         “Stupid thing broke down again. It’s in the shop. I have to take the bus until it’s fixed.”

         “Yeah, you’re not doing that. No offense, but even with an FBI office here these streets aren’t very safe after midnight. I don’t even let my team members walk to their cars alone when we go out. I’ve got an extra car; you can borrow it until yours is fixed.”

         “Hotch that’s very generous, but I can’t accept that.”

         “You can, and you will. I don’t want to lay in bed at night unable to sleep because I’m afraid you’re about to get jumped. Do you own a gun?” I nod, still processing the fact that he inadvertently let slip that he thinks about me at night. “Good. Carry it with you.”

         “I can’t take it into the club.”

         “Then don’t let anyone see it.” He raises his eyebrows at me. “Some rules are meant to be broken. And if it comes down to breaking the club’s rules and saving your life, I hope you’d choose to save your life every time.”

         The bell on the door rings and the voices that were following me have come into the bar. I feel lightheaded and panicked, and my eyes widen when I look at Hotch.

         “What do you want me to do? Scare the shit out of them, beat the shit out of them, or get them kicked out of the bar?”

         “I kind of want to beat the shit out of them. How many are there?” Hotch glances back towards the door.

         “Four.”

         “Yeah, we can take ‘em.” He blinks in surprise.

         “You’re a very interesting person, Y/N.” He says, regarding me.

         “Yeah, well, I didn’t take martial arts for fifteen years to not use it. Come on.” I slip out of the booth, stretching my arms over my head pulling them tight, and then shaking them out. I pull the hair tie off my wrist and tie up my hair.

         “HEY! ASSHOLES!” I shout. They turn and look at me, grinning, but those grins disappear when they see the man lurking behind me. “What makes you think it’s okay to follow women around at night, hmmm?” The whole bar is quiet, watching the confrontation. “I don’t think that’s very nice, and neither does my very, very, scary boyfriend. So please, step outside with us so we can beat the shit out of you.” They glance at each other quickly, trying to decide if they want to take on me and Hotch.

         “I, uh, I think we’ll pass. Sorry, miss.” One of the men in the front says nervously.

         “Don’t do it again. Or we’ll really beat your asses, got it?” I say sweetly.

         “Got it. Sorry.” They duck out of the bar quickly and I feel Hotch’s hand on my lower back. The bar cheers and I give them a small little curtsy. I turn to face Hotch and he’s smiling at me.

         “So, I’m your ‘very scary’ boyfriend now?” He says, walking me back to the table and I feel my cheeks grow warm.

         “Shut up. They’re more likely to leave me alone if they think we’re together.” I avoid his gaze.

         “Fair enough, my very scary girlfriend.” I can hear the smile in his voice but, I avert the topic quickly.

         “So, what’s an FBI agent doing out at three in the morning? Don’t you have lives to save or something?”

         “Well, seeing as it’s early Saturday morning, I’m off the hook until Monday at 8 AM.”

         “Touché. But the question still stands, don’t you have things to attend to at home?”

         “Well, my son is with my sister-in-law, so I’ve got an open schedule.” Sister-in-law. Fuck. He’s married. That’s my one no-no. I’m fine with engaging with married men in the club – that’s their business, not mine. Damn, and I thought we were gonna have something.

         “Oh. I didn’t know you were married.” I shift in my seat, looking down at the table.

         “Don’t worry, she’s dead.” I blink in surprise.

         “I’m sorry, what?” My pitch tilts up on the last word.

         “She died two years ago.”

         “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

         “Hey, look at me.” I feel his hand close over mine. I look up at him. “I’m not upset with you. Just being honest. It was a long time ago, I’m okay.”

         “Okay.” I shift in my seat again.

         “You can ask.” He says.

         “I don’t want to be rude.”

         “Yet you’re literally fidgeting trying not to ask the question. Just ask it.” He’s got a half smile on his face – strange for a man who just admitted his wife is dead.

         “What happened to her?” I ask quietly and focus on his hand over mine on the table, rather than look into his endless eyes.

         “She was murdered.” I look up at him quickly, and he nods. “That’s all I’m willing to say right now.”

         “Of course, of course. I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine going through that.” He just nods and I change the subject again.

         “Is your job dangerous? I mean, what exactly do you do for a living? Besides look intimidating as hell.”

         “You think I’m intimidating?”

         “Very. Why do you think I just kept staring at you and never actually talked to you?”

         “Well, it’s good to know the feeling is mutual, you’re also very intimidating.” I laugh at that.

         “Me? Intimidating? Yeah, like I’m gonna believe that.”

         “Y/N, you literally just stood up to four men and threatened to beat them up! And yes, you’re intimidating, especially in the club environment. You know everyone’s eyes are on you, so you play a part, coy, seductive, it’s entrancing and very intimidating.”

         “Well, I’m disappointed in you. You don’t seem like the kind of man to back down from a powerful woman.” I say, winking at him. His hand tightens imperceptibly over mine. “I’m serious though, what do you do for the FBI?”

         “I’m a profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We catch bad people, killers, mostly. Morgan is a profiler too.” He says, nodding towards the right. I turn around quickly and see Derek Morgan at a table a few away from us. He takes notice, winks at me, then goes back to talking to three women – two blonde women and one dark-haired woman.

         “Are they on your team too? The women?”

         “You don’t miss much, do you? And yes, from left to right, that’s JJ, Penelope, and Emily.” I wave at them, as now all the attention is on me, and they all smile and wave back.

         “They seem nice. Is that why you’re gone a lot? Working on catching killers?”

         “Yeah, we get cases all over the country.”

         “A well-traveled man, it seems.”

         “You could say that.”

         “I know it’s not in the US, but I’ve always wanted to go to Paris. It’s so cliché, but to be able to see the Eiffel Tower in person? I don’t think anything could compare to that.” I shrug, kind of embarrassed that I admitted that.

         “You would love Paris.”

         “You’ve been?” I exclaim and sit up straighter.

         “Many times. It’s a beautiful city, you would fit right in there.” I smile at that, before yawning. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot you worked tonight. Would you like a ride home?”

         “As much as I’m enjoying talking to you right now, there’s no place I’d rather be than snuggled up in my bed right now.” He laughs and we slide out of the booth. We have to walk past Morgan’s table, and Hotch stops there.

         “We’re heading out, Morgan. Will you walk them to your car when you’re finished?”

         “Wouldn’t dream of doing anything different, Hotch. Hey Y/N, you work tonight?”

         “Yeah, and many of the girls were upset that you weren’t there to entertain us,” I say, winking at him. He lets out a laugh at that. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I say, shifting my attention to the three women. They take their turn saying hi to me.

         “Hotch, you didn’t tell us she’s drop dead gorgeous,” Penelope says, grinning at me.

         “That wasn’t important to the story.”

         “Wait, what story?” I asked, confused.

         “The story where you flipped our very unsuspecting boss on his back,” Emily says laughing.

         “Hotch! You told them about that?”

         “Well, how else was I supposed to explain that I couldn’t do field work due to bruised ribs?” He shoots back, raising an eyebrow. I wince at that and mouth ‘sorry’. He shrugs, placing his hand on my back, a move that does not go unnoticed by the four profilers sitting in front of us.

         “Well, we’ll leave you to it,” Morgan says, winking, and I smack him on the shoulder.

         “And I better see you shelling out a lot of money at the club next week, dickhead.” The women watch the exchange with amusement.

         “Yeah, when can we come to the club with you, Morgan?” Penelope asks, genuinely curious. I feel Hotch stiffen behind me.

         “All in good time, ladies. I’ll lose all my favorite girls to you guys the moment you show up.”

         “You are welcome anytime, Penelope. We would love to have you. Either on stage or watching.” I say with a slight smile, and she blushes, flattered. “But I really do have to get going now. It was lovely meeting you all.” They echo the sentiment, and Hotch and I make our way into the chilly night. “Oh, you have a nice ass car.” I whistle low. The SUV has blacked-out windows and looks badass.

         “Government issued.” He says, opening the passenger door for me and giving me his hand to help me get in the car. He comes around the other side and gets in. “What’s your address?” I give him the address to the Sunningdale Meadows Condos, and he frowns.

         “Hey, no judging. I’m a college student, I’m just trying to get by.” He says nothing, just puts the car in drive and starts the short ten-minute drive to my apartment.

         “Which number are you?”

         “307. It’s towards the back on the left-hand side.” He finds the apartment number lit up just barely by my dim outdoor light. “Thank you so much,” I say, quickly undoing the seat belt and getting out of the car. I hear his door open as well and he comes around to my side. “Hotch, I can walk to my own apartment.”

         “I’m not taking any chances,” he says, voice tight. He offers me his arm and I happily take it as we make our way up to the second floor and I unlock my door.

         “Can I come in and check your locks and windows?” I laugh but he looks deathly serious.

         “Jeez, Mr. Serious. Yes, you can come in and check them.” I walk into the small, but quaint apartment and am greeted by my dog jogging up to us and butting into my legs.

         “I didn’t know you have a dog.”

         “I got him as protection, but he’s a faithful friend too,” I say scratching his ears. “Aren’t you, Cujo?” He laughs at that.

         “Cujo? Very fitting for a Doberman.” I smile up at him, and Cujo wanders over to Hotch, smelling him for a couple of seconds before sitting down and placing one of his paws on his knee.

         “That’s really weird, he doesn’t typically take well to strangers,” I say, straightening up and watching Hotch lean down to pet Cujo a few times. “Cujo, come!” I say, walking back towards my small kitchen. “Check what you need to check, Hotch, so you can sleep tonight.” He chuckles and I scoop out some dog food for Cujo, pouring it into his bowl and refilling his water. I can hear Hotch checking the locks and I smile to myself. He seems like a very caring man if he’s going this far just to make sure a stripper gets home safe. “Bedroom is in the back – I’ve got one window in there,” I call out softly, not wanting my voice to travel through the thin walls, but it’s not as if my neighbors are that considerate. He brushes past me, hands pressing into my hips briefly to squeeze behind me in the small walkway. My breath stutters in my chest but the moment is over just as soon as it began. I hear him check the lock in there.

         “Where do you keep your gun?”

         “In my nightstand, like everybody else. And there’s one in my ottoman by the door. As well as a set of throwing knives. And a couple of spare knives in my underwear drawer.” He pokes his head back into the kitchen.

         “I’m sorry, throwing knives?”

         “It’s just a hobby,” I say, shrugging.

         “You keep getting more and more interesting, Y/N,” he says, stepping into the kitchen and leaning on the fridge.

         “Are the locks up to your standards, sir?” I ask, mockingly. I watch his eyes darken and I make a mental note to revisit that later, preferably when I’m not bone tired.

         “They are. And I’m glad you have multiple ways to defend yourself. Cujo included,” he says, nodding his head towards my dog. Cujo cocks his head at Hotch and we both laugh at that.

         “Thank you. For the ride. For everything.” I say quietly.

         “Anytime. Give me a call when you’re up tomorrow and I’ll get you that car as I promised.”

         “Hotch, seriously, you don’t have to do that.”

         “I want to.” He says simply.

         “Well, let me walk you to the door,” I say, yawning and stretching my arms. I turn and walk towards the door, opening it for him. “Thank you, again.”

         “Of course, pretty girl.” He says and presses a quick kiss to my forehead before leaving my apartment, jogging down the stairs, and driving away. I’m smiling the whole time, and the smile is still on my face as I lock the door and get ready for bed.

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chapter three

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Her Charm

Paring: Sukuna x you

Summary: Through all the time of his life he missed his love but it was her charm that kept him alive.

Warning: fluff, sukuna threating, death mentioning, angst, sad curse king.

Yuji was brought to a room with gojo to show him a golden bell with seal symbols carved into it and a red ribbon tied to it. Gojo gave it to yuji telling him to bring it out when sukuna gets out of hand. Just show it to him whenever he feels he needs to. Itadori held the bell for a while thinking it was something to hold down sukuna little did he know what the bell really was.

Sukuna was getting out of hand since eating most of his fingers,  the king was starting to feel his power. Starting to taunt his vessel seeing the nightmares that sukuna has caused. Something in yuji snapped when sukuna appeared on his cheek laughing and threatening to kill everyone. Yuji held up the bell not hearing a ring but sukuna heard the jingle of the bell. 

Sukuna stopped and saw the bell being silent so long that yuji was confused but happy it worked to shut up sukuna. "Where the fuck did you that brat!? Where?! Tell me!" Yuji put up a hand in defense. "Calm down gojo gave it to me saying to use it on you I don't know what it is. It just looks like a stupid bell it doesn't even jingle." "Dont call it stupid punk! You have no reason to have it or to hold it I am the only one allowed to have that. It belongs to me!"

Yuji was still confused as he stuck it into his pocket saying, "whatever it got you to shut up, if you don't behave I might as well toss it." Sukuna raged inside itadori. "If you toss that bell or damage it I will have your head on a stick! As for everyone else I will slaughter them all if that bell gets touched or destroyed!" Yuji sighed, rubbing his head, already getting a headache and annoyed with sukuna throwing a fit.

The next few days sukuna bugged yuji about the bell making sure it was safe and had in sight. A strange order by the king, itadori was told to put the bell on a pillow while he went to sleep. What was up with this bell? It was time to ask the king. It has been a while now since it was given to yuji. 

"Sukuna, I wanted to ask you. What is this bell?" His mouth showed up on his hand smirking. "None of your business brat. If you were not alive during my time then you have no reason to know just keep it safe." Yuji grunt holding his own wrist. "I demand to know you live in my body so tell me now!" "You dare order me around, fool. You will get yourself killed. But fine if you wish to know, let's go for a walk. Take us out to the forest alone I will tell you. No question, just do it."

Itadori followed the commands and went to a forest to an open field of flowers and took a seat. "We are here now." Sukuna showed his mouth on his hand letting out a sigh. "That bell I had made, when I had turned into a curse. I made it for someone who was very close to me. They have known me ever since I was human but even after I changed they still stayed by my side. I made this bell so that only I can hear it ring just to know when they are close by and where they are." "What? Was it a girl, your girlfriend?" Sukuna growled then said "you want to lose a hand."

Yuji smiled at his hand and looked away. "Oh so it was a girl. Was she pretty?" "More beautiful than you think brat." Yuji snickered thinking what she could look like. "How much of a curse was she to be with you." "Brat watch your tongue. She was no curse. She was human. Our plan was to have me try to make her curse or find a way to let her live forever so she could be with me to rule the world." Itadori soon realized that if that was the plan then where did she go. "Where is she now can we find her? If she is around I can help you?"

Sukuna scoffed "why help me I am trying to kill you all besides she is no longer alive less thing for me to worry about." Yuji looked at his hand in shock. "How can you say that? Don't you miss her? How did she die?" "Of course I miss her brat. You ask too many questions." Sukuna stayed quiet for a while then spoke again. "She was killed by you sorcerers after they captured me." All yuji could say was sorry and the conversation was soon over. He headed back to jujutsu high that night. Sukuna was sitting on his throne of bone with memories of her crossed his mind.

Remembering her smile as her hands caressed his. He barely remembers anything from when he was human but he remembers all from when he was with her. She used to always play with his hands, all four of them. Even placing small soft kisses to his tummy mouth as he let it lick her face making her laugh or giggle. When he turned to a curse she didn't fear him or tried to kill him. She was shocked and confused more worried than anything but he would never hurt her and he never did. 

Sukuna took this chance to take over the brats body when he fell asleep. The tattoos that appeared and his four eyes opened and looked over seeing the bell. Sukuna sat up taking the bell into his hands hearing the jingle. He felt his heart begin to fill with guilt and sorrow. A strange feeling for him to have but it always appeared when he thought of her. A pain that spread through his chest. "My love, my queen." Sukuna spoke as his clawed thumb traced over the carving on the bell that read my heart.

Sometimes he still hears her voice speak his name as if she was still here with him. Sukuna shut his eyes and held the bell with a tight fist fighting back the feelings dare to form in his eyes. "I am sorry I could not protect you." Then he felt something wet trickle from one of his eyes as he quickly wiped it away seeing his wrist wet. Am I crying? He remembered seeing her cry every time he got hurt and she worried so much about him.

Sukuna rolled the bell in his hand looking at it with a frown on his face. "Are you alright wherever you are? Are you still my queen? You know I will always be your king. My love." Sukunan let out a sigh holding the bell as he laid down, switching back out with yuji. Itadori had woken up just after he switched back not saying a word about what he witnessed with sukuna. 

Instead yuji would go to a remote area that sukuna wanted to go to and switch out just so the king could hold the bell as if he was spending time with her again. It was the only time the king of curses showed a soft emotion to anything. The only time he showed having a heart for the woman that gave him one. Sometimes yuji swears he hears the bell move just a little thinking it was because he had sukuna inside of him that it jingles for a moment on its own. He was excited to tell sukuna that he heard it. Maybe she was still around looking for her king all this time.

Sukuna felt she was around and could always fall in love with her charm over and over just from hearing the jingle of her bell.

Hello hope you all enjoy the read. I honestly love the sad and angsty stories. I love the idea of sukuna holding on to something dear to him that was part of his heart. How lovely does the bell look in sukunas hand.

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All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her 

Warnings: Cheating, substance, mentions of sex, jealous Rafe, JJ & Kie being an asshole

A/N: Thank you so much for the amount of love I received from my last two works! It has been so overwhelming and I love each one of you with all my heart <3

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“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be a party pooper!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she pulled her best friend aside from all the commotion, “Sarah. I’m serious. I feel like he’s cheating on me.”

“He’s not!” Sarah groaned, and when (Y/N) gave her a look, she sighed. “I’m serious. He loves you too much, okay? Look, tomorrow’s your birthday, right? I’m sure JJ’s just ignoring you as a part of your birthday surprise.”

(Y/N) wanted to believe her so bad, but she couldn’t deny the strong feeling growing inside her. Ever since a month ago, JJ wasn’t there for her like always. When she tried to hold him in the van or at the Chateau, he would flinch and scoot away from her. She didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Look-” Sarah cupped her face, her eyes boring into hers. “I promise that he’s not cheating on you. Can you please let this go? How about you go and find him, have a smoke, and then come back to me with the verdict?”

(Y/N) hummed back in response, thinking about what Sarah had just told her. When she first moved to Obx from the city 4 years ago, she had been spending most of her time with the other kooks. When she bumped onto JJ one particular evening while he was too busy mowing down her lawn, that was when most of her happiest days started. 

(Y/N) made her way towards the far end of the beach where JJ and the other pogues were hanging out, her feet lightly patting against the hot sand. (Y/N) took a deep breath when she saw the love of her life laughing on a log, and quickly walked towards him.

“Hey,” she started, sitting on the empty space beside him. JJ shifted, giving her more space, and muttered a quick ‘hi’ back. He offered her a beer, to which she shook her head to, and he shrugged before downing the whole content.

“You’ve got some beer here,” (Y/N) said, leaning forward to wipe the tiny droplet on his chin. JJ hurtled backwards as if on cue, and quickly wiped the stain with the back of his hand. (Y/N) stared at him, being caught off guard, but decided to not create any drama.

“You really don’t have to do that,” (Y/N) muttered, wrapping her cardigan over her tighter. The cold night air swept over her, causing her hair to fall over her shoulders. She didn’t bother to fix it as she watched JJ scoffed, the fire in front of them reflecting on the surface of his blue eyes.

“Do what? Wipe my mouth? Come on, (Y/N), it’s really not that big of a deal,” JJ sighed. He didn’t even bother to hold her hand, to reassure her that it’s really okay, and instead he continued his conversation with John B about some kind of a movie. She noticed Pope looking at their way, but he quickly turned to look at the waves when she returned his gaze.

“Do you want to smoke?” she tried again, this time with her hands on his lap. He didn’t move, and (Y/N) took this as a good sign, her heart fluttering happily. 

It’s progress.

“You sure?” he asked, fumbling with his back pocket to reach for his extra blunt. When he grasped the rolled up herbs between his fingers, he handed it to her, smiling when she scooted closer. He lighted it for her, watching her took a deep huff before blowing the smoke.

“That’s good?” he asked before taking a blow for himself. He felt his heavy mind getting lighter, the weight he has been holding since forever slowly lifting into the air. He laughed, and turned to look at the state of the girl beside him.

“Thank you, baby,” (Y/N) smiled, this time with her head on his shoulder. She saw Pope looking at them with some kind of a heavy look again, but just like before, he turned away before she could ask him anything. 

“Pope?” 

Pope’s attention from the crashing waves turned completely to (Y/N), his eyes wide and his mind panicking. His eyes glanced to the blonde boy beside her for a second, but it settled back to her. “Yes?”

“You’re okay? You keep looking at me. Is there anything that you want to tell me?”

“Me?” he pointed to his chest, and when he saw the look on JJ’s face, he laughed, making an action of swatting his hands against the air. “Oh no. I was just thinking about something else. I guess I involuntarily looked at you.”

(Y/N) laughed with him, her head still on JJ’s shoulder, her eyes slowly squinting against the glowing fire that seemed to be too bright. She turned to whisper to JJ, “Can we go home?”

“Tonight? But It’s Bonfire night. We can’t leave yet,” he protested, glancing at both of his friends for help. Pope, not wanting to spend anymore time with them anymore, quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards the main space of the party. 

“I’m gonna go with Pope, okay? Find Sarah. Go and talk to her? I’ll call you later,” JJ quickly added, standing up from his seat, stirring (Y/N) from her previous position. She sighed, her head still woozy, but she didn’t want to think about the possibility of him cheating on her.

He wanted her first, it’s just not possible for him to suddenly lose feelings for her. The countless times he would tell her that he loves her, that she’s the only girl he will ever mark as his, and now nothing?

She groaned, kicking the sand, all while the muffled music thrumming against her eardrums. She turned to look at John B, the only guy left with her, and opened her mouth to say something.

“Do you see the problem, John B?” she asked, her voice slow. When he didn’t reply, she sighed again, this time standing up from her seat to return to the ongoing party. “This is exactly the fucking problem.”

She didn’t understand; why is everyone treating her differently? What did she do? She sacrificed almost everything to be apart of their group, including her relationship with her kook friends. At that moment, she longed for her bedroom, where she knew she will be totally safe, all cuddled up with Netflix to enjoy.

“If it isn’t the princess,” a voice said from behind her back, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before turning to look at the source. The tall figure of Rafe Cameron loomed over her, and (Y/N) tried to block his scent of cigarette and expensive cologne. She never really stopped liking his smell.

The Camerons and her family are business partners, and that was the core reason for her family to move to Obx in the middle of July 4 years ago. Meeting Sarah and her siblings for the first time, she couldn’t deny the strong attraction she felt towards the oldest sibling, but she had thought of it as nothing more than a silly crush and tried to focus more on her relationship with a certain blonde boy living on the other side of the island.

“You can take a picture, it’ll last longer that way,” he smiled, and (Y/N) groaned when she could hear the amused tone lacing in his gruff voice. She made to walk away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“Come on, I was just playing. That’s not the way to treat an old friend,” he laughed, letting go of her. He looked around her, noticing her odd behaviour, and suppressed his smile. “Where’s the boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” she finally replied, and returned the gesture of looking around him. “Where’s the girlfriend?”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back as his hair messily slicked to the back. “Girlfriend? I don’t do girlfriends. Come on, (Y/N), you know that.”

“Not a surprise,” she said in a singing tone, giving her attention towards the dancing bodies next to the speaker. “Look, Rafe, just say whatever you want to say to me, okay? I’m tired of trying to figure out what people wanted to say to me.” 

“I just want to make a conversation,” he shrugged, chugging down his beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His actions reminded her of JJ, and she quickly looked away when she felt a pang of hurt across her heart.

“Uh-oh, I know that look,” Rafe said, tugging her chin to force her to look at him. (Y/N) grunted, feeling his cold skin against hers, but she let him stare into her eyes before quickly pulling away. “Yeah. It’s that look you’ll put when you’re worried about something. What’s up?”

“Rafe, it’s really nothing,” she sighed, scooting away from the boy. She looked around again, and her eyes landed on a certain blonde boy, and she could feel her heart soaring up again. Rafe’s eyes followed her gaze, and when he saw JJ, he turned to look away.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rafe replied, already making his way towards the keg station.  (Y/N) noticed the change in his behaviour, seeing how cold he turned, but decided not to mention it. She was being cold towards him first, so she guessed it was fair for him to be acting that way. 

Rafe didn’t understand how blind she could be. Couldn’t she notice the pattern of the girls he fucked? How they all looked so similar to her? 

He scoffed, sipping from his red cup as he watched her walk towards the boy that stole her from him. Everything was going perfect; they were hanging out almost every day; just her and Rafe, either it was in his swimming pool or (Y/N)’s hot tub. When her father had hired JJ Maybank to mower his lawn, that was when everything went downhill. 

“Cameron,” a voice greeted from beside him, and when he turned to look at the figure, he expressed a sly smirk.

One more person that looked like her.

. . .

JJ’s phone was beside her.

She kept telling herself no, that she should trust him since they are in a relationship, but her brain was yelling for her to go through his phone.

He’s cheating on you.

She groaned, unable to contain herself anymore as she grabbed his phone, looking around briefly before typing his passcode. 

The phone vibrated in her hands as she failed to guess his passcode, and she frowned before the screen. It had been her birthday’s date, so why wouldn’t it open? She tried again with their anniversary date, and again, was met with the same fate.

“What the fuck?” she said to no one in particular, and sighed before trying out random numbers. Lastly, she pressed all 1, not thinking much of it and already accepting her defeat. She exclaimed in happiness when his home screen appeared with his background a picture of a dog.

(Y/N) frowned again, remembering how it used to be a picture of them, but decided to not question it as their picture had been replaced by a dog instead of something else. She went through his Instagram, scroling down the many direct messages, through his Imessages; where he texts the pogues a lot and through his Snapchat, only finding their private pictures in his ‘my eyes only’.

She released the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, shutting the phone off and letting it lay in its previous position. She smiled, secretly cursing at herself for ever doubting JJ. He must’ve been busy with his life, just-

Ding!

Involuntarily, (Y/N) picked up the phone and watched as Kie’s name appeared. She typed in his passcode quickly, trying to see what she needs so that she could try and help her with anything in case if it’s urgent. Her heart stopped for a minute when she saw her text.

Kie: You’re sleeping with her tonight?

Why would she even text him that?

(Y/N) sat up straighter, her fingers gliding across the screen in a swift motion.

wdym?

She watched as the typing signal appeared, biting the insides of her cheeks. She looked at the direction of the toilet again, hearing the blonde boy humming to a Nirvana song. She looked at the screen again.

Kie: You promised me you would be with me tonight

Kie: Just us two

Oh my god.

She could feel the hot tears coming in, but her bathroom door creaked open, so she threw the phone back to its initial position and cleared her throat, looking to the ceiling and randomly muttering words to herself.

“Huh?” JJ asked, looking at the direction she pointed. He saw nothing, and looked back to her. 

“I said white’s not the color anymore. I think I’m changing it to grey. What do you think?” She asked, feeling her throat hurting. She cleared her throat again as JJ stared at the ceiling one more time, his face all scrunched up.

“I think grey’s okay?” He said, but it was more to a question. He took his phone and sat beside her, shielding his screen from her. She watched him from the corners of her eyes, silently interpreting his strange demeanor. 

She cursed when it finally hit her; she hadn’t delete her text to Kie.

She bit her lips, curling her toes and randomly tracing circles on her lap. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see clearly, she couldn’t think.

How could she forgot to delete that one, single text? 

“I have to go,” JJ stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket. (Y/N) looked at him, ready to ask if she could follow, but halted her action when he put a hand up.

“I’m seeing John B. Something about, um, Sarah stuff. Just me and Pope. The boys,” he muttered, clearly trying to tell her that he wouldn’t be bringing her to the Chateau. (Y/N) nodded, feeling her heart sank, because she finally understood everything;

The glances he would give to Kie in the HMS Pogue, the brief moments where he would put his hands around Kie’s waist when he tries to slip in between her and someone, the flirtatious laugh he’ll emit when she makes a joke - it all made sense.

(Y/N) used to think that it was all just friendly behaviour and how he had known her longer hence it must’ve been normal for best friends to do that. One thing that (Y/N) likes about herself is how she’s able to guess things correctly - 

But she had never wanted to be so wrong about something before.

“You’re okay by yourself tonight?” 

“Huh?” She finally looked up to him, seeing his blue eyes staring straight into her boring ones. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he smiled, proceeding towards the open window to exit her bedroom. (Y/N) ‘s father would never give his blessings towards this relationship, so he had to enter and exit his girlfriend’s room through the window. 

He hesitated before reaching the seating girl, placing a soft but immediate kiss on her cheeks. (Y/N) smiled weakly in return, not trusting herself to say anything.

How could he?

Ten minutes after his departure, (Y/N) quickly grabbed her father’s car keys before fleeing after a particular black motorcycle. She didn’t even think about turning the car radio on, and her mind was set on only one thing; JJ and Kie.

When she arrived at the Chateau, her fingers trembling and her hair all over the place from the wind while she was driving down the road, forgetting to close the window, she quickly made her way to their usual hanging out place.

Before she could enter the room, Pope’s voice interrupted her actions.

“(Y/N)? What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes widening. He looked at her palm around the doorknob, and let out a nervous laugh. “You’re looking for JJ? He’s not here.”

She gets it now.

“Pope, I know,” was all she said before opening the door. 

She felt her world shattering right after she was greeted with the sight of Kie on JJ’s lap, running her fingers through his blonde locks while she kissed him tenderly like  (Y/N) always did. John B and Sarah were right next to him, cheering him on, but stopped when they finally looked up to the looming figure.

“Oh my god,” Kie exclaimed, pushing herself off JJ and fixing her hair. (Y/N) made a look, disgust filling every inch of her body as she quickly walked away from the scene, not wanting to hear any apologies or explanation.

None of that mattered to her; she just wanted to go home.

“(Y/N)!” she heard him yell, but she exited the Chateau as fast as her feet could take her, not stopping to look at him. She cursed when she couldn’t find the right key to open her door, her fingernails clanking against the metal.

“It was a dare!” JJ said, right after he reached her. He watched as she didn’t pay any attention towards him, still fumbling for her keys. “I swear! The kiss was just a dare!”

“Was the text a dare as well?” she asked, finally putting the right key into the keyhole and stepping into the car. JJ cursed and stepped aside, feeling drained and tired from the screaming.

Of course he didn’t send the ‘wdym’. He never like short forms, only using them when he is in the toilet and typing with his left hand. Why didn’t he realised this sooner?

“I’m sorry,” he said, but before he could say anything else, the girl drove straight towards the exit, away from him. 

The worst part of all wasn’t about not having a chance to explain himself to get out of the mess he made, but it was when he saw the pained look on her face. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, kicking a stone and making his way back towards the Chateau. 

(Y/N) fingers scrolled down the many contacts in her phone as she tried to focus on the road simultaneously, and finally stopping when she reached the letter ‘R’ contacts. 

She tapped on the first name under the R letter, putting the phone call on speaker and placing her phone on her lap. She shuddered, suddenly remembering the way she had found JJ and Kie in, but shook her head when his voice filled the atmosphere.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rafe.”

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