#empty walls are not good for my thoughts late a bight

[daily-fengari-things]

Feng and Ven had little glow-in-the-dark plastic stars on their ceiling and wall behind their bed.

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Nick Valentines x GN reader

Pure fluff for y'all, with a touch of angst at the end. I know theres like zero demand for fallout 4 fanfic but I made a poll idk how nany months ago asking if I should make some Nick Valentine fanfic and I got a couole of yes and exactly one follower from that poll. So this goes out to the small anount of people who said yes and that one follower I got from it, theres nore Nick fanfic to come I've just haven't gotten around to it yet but I promise I'll post some every so often.

Like always minors don't interact!

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He loves playing with your hair when he thinks your asleep. Sense he doesn't sleep he'll join you in bed when he needs a break from going over files and lay down with you so he can olay with your hair.

It started with him sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the wall as he thought about his most current case but when you started to stir in your sleep, having a bad dream, he laid down next to you and held you in his arms whispering sweet things to you until you calmed dow.

He found himself enjoying having you in his arms. Thus started a routine of him slipping into bed with you every so often to take a break.

Normally he would take a smoke break when you slept but he found himself craving a cuddle more than a smoke lately.

Soon every so often turned into every night of him crawlling into bed with you and getting up before you woke.

One night he had been loat in thought about something and hadn't noticed you waking up until he heared your tired voice ask him what he was doing.

"What? Oh sorry didn't mean to wake ya." He said pulling his hand away.

He was surprised when you asked him to keep playing with your hair. More than happy to oblige he started playing with it again.

It soothed you back to sleep in his arms snuggling into his chest as you slept soundly.

The next night when you got into bed you patted the spot next to you with an expectant look.

"You want me to join you or somethin?" Nick would ask looking to the bed then to you. Nodding you head you gavw him a big smile.

Who could say bo to that?

Nick was now "going to bed" with you every time you were. Really it was him laying in bed playing with your hair as he talked avout whatever case he had currently going on until you fell asleep.

He wouldn't admit it, at least not out loud but he adored this nightly routine the two of you had going on though he never hid the smile on his face every time he saw you getting ready for bed or how fast he was to crawl into bed with you to cuddle.

Nick always played it off cool as if it wasn't the favorite part of his day or anything.

If you asked he would probably say aomething like. "Just doing my job to keep those pesky nightmares away." Or "only making sure you don't stop breaming in your sleep. You humans are rather fragile after all."

Acts as if he isn't often the first one in bed waiting for you.

Before he atarted cuddlibg you every night he would work straight through the night till morning. He wouldn't even realized you had gone to bed till you walked oast him yawning telling him good morning.

Now though? He reminds you every night at 9pm sharp that you need to go to bed.

He'll play it off as your human and need to get a healthy amount of sleep as he actively take his coat and tie off to get comfortable.

If you buy him a pair of pajamas to wear he'll laugh avout it and say he doesn't need them.

He's wearing them the very next day.

If you gad gotten them before he started cuddling you every bight he would just give you a weird look for the thoughtless gift and put it in his empty dresser to collect dust or to be used by guests staying the night. He didn't sleep why would he need pajamas?

Now though? Might own three different pairs

You bet they match with your pajamas.

If anyone else sees him in his pajamas he'll puff out his chest as he puts his hands on his hips. "What? You never seen a synth in lounge wear before? Beat it, it's time for bed."

Nick takes bed time very seriously.

He's big spoon. It feels weird for him to be little spoon

Wont fight you if you want to try big spooning for once but he wasn't really into it

Nick much more prefers having you in his arms. It helps ground him and reminds him that you truly are here now with him and bot some memory from the past seeping into his present.

That and how can he play with your hair all night if he's not facing you silly?

He will lean in every so often and place a soft kiss on your forward as he whispers a soft "I love ya." As to bot wake you.

If he ever lost you he would lay in the bed alone holding onto your pajamas as he tried to think back on all those nights he spent laying in bed with you. He would stop after a few weeks as it hurt too much but after a few years when he had time to heal he would start doing it again so he could feel like you were there again. Nick didn't know how much he missed this, how much he missed you.

[starlightsearches]

Oh my GOD the reader teaching hux intimacy/ sex was so good! At some point i’d absolutely love if you could do a part two where he comes back later! Vulnerable and touch starved hux getting exposed to affection is a weak spot for me and wow i really love you and your writing

Lessons Pt. 2

Thank you so much! All of you are much nicer to me than I deserve 🥺 I have made this for you, and I hope you love it! (here’s the first part if you missed it!)

Requests are closed ✨

Armitage Hux x Reader

Warnings: Tastefully horny as always 😉 (sfw)

He tries to knock quietly, but the sound carries through the empty hall outside of your room, the sound echoing much more loudly than it had any right to do. It’s late—later than he had expected his meeting to end—and he’s already panting from his quick walk from the casino floor, his heavy breathing doing nothing to calm his fractured nerves. It’s late, but he had to see you again. He couldn’t just leave. Not if you were waiting for him, not if he could . . .

The door opens and you’re behind it, squinting against the light of the corridor, your own room dark, the curtains drawn, blocking the glow that Canto Bight always carries. You look different than he remembers you, soft from sleep and bare-faced, but his chest still fills with the same ache he felt the first time you looked at him. Actually, it might be worse now; he feels it in his throat, in his hands, an ache that begs to be kissed away. 

“What time is it?” you ask him, your voice deep and rough from sleep, pushing your hair from your face with one hand before resting it against your neck. The ache in his chest is replaced with an unsettling guilt, followed by the sting of rejection. It’s clear to him you had fallen asleep after his departure, and he had woken you up by returning. You hadn’t been waiting for him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Hux isn’t sure what else to say, can’t put into words how much he wants you to invite him back in to the comforting dark of your little room, to stare at your face in the light of the window and breathe you into him. Stars, he feels pathetic. But he’s willing to be pathetic if it’s for you. He’s willing to be pathetic as long as you don’t turn him away. 

You stare at him, blinking slowly before the realization dawns, and you lose some of the drowsiness, your hand clawing through your hair a second time. If he were braver, he’d kiss you again right here in the hallway, press his own hands into your hair, grip the back of your neck and pull you close, push you back through the doorway and stumble to the bed. His cheeks grow red—he had been that bold earlier, had you up against the wall before he left, had you in his lap. He’s not comfortable with these memories, not in the light of the hallway. He feels much too visible. He needs the darkness again.

“I’m sorry,” you say, when you finally speak, “I fell asleep. I was waiting for you.” You take his hand in yours, guiding him into the room and the door closes behind him, cutting the light of the hallway into a smaller and smaller sliver until it’s gone, and the room is made of varying shades of blackness, your form darker than the rest as you pull him deeper into your room.

He’s sick with want, desperate with it, sweating like he’s running a fever, but he’ll let you take the lead again, let you determine when and where and how he’ll get what he wants. You are doing him a favor after all, letting him back in after he had woken you, and he’s very grateful for that. He’s even more grateful when you kiss him again, long and slow and soft, pressing your lips to his with your arms thrown around his neck like he means something to you.

It can’t be this good for everyone. There must be something unique about you in particular, because there’s no way it could feel this pleasurable to be kissed by just anybody. Why would anyone do anything else but kiss and be kissed? Why had he ever left you in the first place?

You part from him, so very slowly, resting your face against his chest, and the beat of his heart thuds through his entire body; he feels it in his fingertips as they press into the soft skin of your waist, resting just under the hem of the shirt you had been sleeping in, and your skin is hot against his hands. Hands that never seem to feel warm enough, even in gloves, but you change that for him, the heat of you sinking beneath his skin, letting him feel warm. You move your arms from around his neck, and they encircle his waist instead, resting there, just holding him close. He resists the urge to pull away, settles into the feeling of the embrace despite the clawing at his throat, the spike in his adrenaline at the touch. Somehow this is the most intimate thing that he’s experienced so far, and he finds himself blinking back tears as you breathe against him.

“How was your meeting?” you mumble into his chest, walking backwards in small steps until your legs hit your mattress, and you tumble over, letting go of him so that he can fall beside you, yawning and stretching before turning to look at him, getting close so you can see him better in the dark.

“Much too long.” He reaches for you, brushing a hand over your hair. He has to be touching you—he can’t waste a moment in your presence, not when he knows there’s a limit to the time he has left. You feel good, underneath his fingers. You feel good everywhere.

“I’m glad you came back,” you whisper, and he closes what’s left of the continually shrinking distance between you, bringing your mouth to his again—where it belongs, as far as he’s concerned. You kiss him and kiss him and kiss him; little gasps, sometimes moans, escaping through your lips even as he feels you relax into the mattress, your head slowly listing to the side as you fight against the need to sleep.

“I’m sorry,” you say when you can’t help it anymore, when the need for sleep is too much and you let yourself fall back against the bed. His eyes have adjusted to the low light, and Hux watches you breathe, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you try to keep your eyes open, your hands stuttering, tracing lazy circles over the hollow of his cheek.

“Don’t be. I should let you rest.” It appears that his time with you is finally up. He tells himself that it’s fair; he’s gotten more of it than he deserves, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. He rises from the bed with reluctance, stealing one last brush of his fingers over the back of your hand.

“Wait,” you say, and you take his hand in your own, sitting up once again, “you could still stay for the night, if you wanted.” You look away from him as you wait for an answer, running your hand over the edge of the mattress. His heart skips, and the air in the room leaves. He can’t believe that you want him to stay. 

“Are you sure?” He finds the ability to speak somewhere deep in your eyes when you look back at him, finds it alongside desire—his own thoughts and feelings echoed back in your gaze.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you say with a little laugh, and you move away from him, leaving a space empty that he immediately decides to fill. He’s still fully dressed, but that doesn’t matter, not when you curl up against him, your hand resting over his heart. He lays back, eyes open in the dark, and it smells like flowers, like champagne and the bright, electric air that blows through the city below you. He falls asleep with the smell of you filling his lungs. It’s everything he needs.

[mainly-kpop]

Not So Sloppy Seconds

HoseokxReader

Warnings: Smut, cheating, everyone is cheating I fuckin swear, spanking, oral, swearing, babie hobi begs for cuddles, kink talk  Word count: 4.5k summary: you were sick of being second best and getting everything after her, Jung Hoseok bight be the only thing you settle being second best for.  Banner by @lightupmyass/ @ot7-hoes​

‘Parties, stupid fucking parties.’ You mutter, wiping alcohol off your new dress, stained by some fucking moron stumbling about with a full plastic cup. Well, now it was empty and all down the front of your brand-new expensive dress. Why did you wear this to a fucking house party? Sighing, you throw the tissue down, running your hands through your hair. Taking a breath to calm yourself, you leave the bathroom. The smell of the alcohol down the front of your dress was making you want to puke, the sweaty smell in the air making you pinch your nose as you run towards the emptier kitchen.

‘Move!’ You yell, causing couples to scamper and slide to the side, giving you dirty looks. You loved the amount of power you commanded in a room, a small perk of being popular and rich. Yes, it may be daddy’s plastic, but you work for your money! Pretending to love that old fool of a father, that was a full acting job. There was only one man you loved, Not including Marc Jacob of course, but he was painfully taken by a blonde little bitch. You hated her with every ounce of your designer clad body, and it went back further than you cared to remember. She stole everything that was to be yours, like your place at the Hamptons, or the dinner with George Clooney, god what an old heartthrob. You may get everything you want, but that wasn’t the point right now. The point was, everything there was to have, she had it the second before you, and that includes, Jung Hoseok. Although, from the light gossip you’ve heard recently, from some very reliable sources, things may be going south soon. That’s why you’re at this stupid house party, surrounded by his stupid friends, and her stuck up ones. You are here for him, and him only. You liked the boys, they were tolerable, some more than others, but you really did not have time for drunk people and their breath in your face.

‘Hey, I’m really sorry I spilled my drink on you!’ The young boy shouted, making you spin to look at him. He was quite an adorable looking boy. All the boys Hoseok befriended were very attractive, but definitely not worth it. This one had long black hair, tattoos, piercings. To anyone else he may seem like a fuck boy, someone to break your heart, yet he was the biggest child ever. He would have been worth it if he really was the bad boy, he looked like. Regardless, he was still the idiot who stumbled over his own feet with a drink in his hand. You just roll your eyes at him, taking the cup out of his hand, slamming it on the counter, saving your dress from another spillage.

‘Kook something right? Please don’t talk to me, I’m here to see Hoseok and that’s it.’ The boy hiccupped, blinking slowly, completely shit faced.

‘Hoseok you say? He’s in the living room by the snacks, do you want me to-‘

‘Thanks kid!’ You scream over your shoulder, he stood in the kitchen, still talking to himself, reactions about ten seconds too slow. He shrugged when he realised you were gone, shouting a ‘Your welcome’ over his shoulder. He poured himself another drink, wondering where the hell his last one went.

Hoseok didn’t know half of the people piled into his house right now. He knew about 10 people realistically, the rest being his girlfriend’s friends or people that may have just heard about the party. Taehyung was really good at spreading word about these things, especially if they weren’t held in his home. He loved inviting girls he had maybe looked at twice, hoping to score with them, but tonight might be the first time he was thankful for Taehyung’s big mouth. You looked around the living room, looking painfully lost and out of place. The only one who stood out, and it wasn’t because your white sparkly dress had a pretty pink stain down the centre. It’s because everyone else was drunk, and having fun, yet you were looking for something, or rather someone. You were playing with your fingers and frowning, but the second your eyes locked with his, you relaxed. He just smirked, raising an eyebrow at you. You smirked back, biting on your lower lip, trying to act as bashful as you possibly could. There was no harm in talking to you right? He could walk over to you and say hi, there was no crime in that. His feet moved on their own, a voice calling his name, making him freeze on the spot.

‘Hobi baby, Taehyung was telling me…’ She cut herself off, following his line of sight to you, narrowing her eyes at you. You turned to look at her, finally tearing your eyes away from her boyfriend. You scoffed, rolling your eyes turning your back to them both. ‘Who are you looking at Hoseok?’ She asked innocently, stepping in front of him. His eyes landed back on her, making him want to scoff. He controlled himself regardless, settling on a neutral expression. Her lipstick was smudged, eyes glazed over, hair a mess. Taehyung was telling me bullshit, he thought, must have been showing her the inside of his fucking mouth. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew exactly what was happening behind his back. Neither of them being very smart about it. If she was going to cheat with his best friend, she could at least try to be sneaky with it. The first time he realised he came home early, her leaving his bedroom, but he let that pass, realising he could have just been keeping her company. The longer it went on however, he had to face the facts, still not doing anything about it.

‘No one. What was Taehyung telling you?’ He lied, changing the subject. He gave her every opportunity to tell him, every chance to come clean, yet she never took it, would rather lie straight to his face.  

‘Oh, I forgot! I’m going to go to the toilet, wait for me?’ She asked, He nodded, accepting the kiss she planted on his cheek as she ran off. He rolled his eyes, finishing the drink in his hand, walking his way over to you.

‘I didn’t know you were coming. Cute dress by the way.’ You groaned, covering up the front.

‘Stop it, your stupid friend spilled his drink all over me. Thanks to him I’ve spent this entire party in a toilet trying to get the- what are you doing?’ He took off the over shirt he was wearing, handing it to you.

‘You study fashion, right? Figure out something to do, or, I can take you home. You don’t look like you’re having much fun here anyway.’ He suggested, smirking as you narrowed your eyes at him.

‘Is that the only reason you’re offering to take me home? Don’t tease me Hoseok.’ You chide, smacking his arm. He laughed, grabbing your hand that was closer to the wall, making sure no one saw him.

‘I’m not teasing. Let’s get out of here.’ He nodded, conveying his honesty in his eyes. You bit your lip, supressing the smile.

‘And your girlfriend?’

‘You never liked her anyway, what’s the issue now?’ He smirked, whispering in your ear. You nodded, quickly leading him out of his own house, down the path to your car. You didn’t actually take a drink, coming here for one thing only, so you jumped in the driver seat, taking you both to your house. His flannel lay over your legs, making you smile.

‘So, I heard things aren’t so happy in paradise anymore.’ You teased, you didn’t want this to be a one-night thing, and if that’s what he has in mind, you should probably just take him for ice cream or something, because no way were you going to sleep with him. Ice-cream was innocent enough to just be two kids coming out of a party, it didn’t seem like a date. That way if he still wanted the lying bitch, he could still have her.  

‘Pfft, you’re telling me. I don’t like talking about her, but I’ll make an exception for you. She’s been sleeping with Taehyung for about four months, I’ve given her every chance to admit it but she’s a stubborn little bitch. The relationship has been over for months, I’m just too much of a coward to end things.’ He replied, watching out his window, watching the dark be lightened by street lights every second. The drive to your neighbourhood was pretty, something he could really get used to looking at. The trees passing by, the houses getting more and more expensive. Hoseok wasn’t poor, he could afford the good schools and a nice home for himself, but he wasn’t as well off as you.

‘So, what am I? A rebound? Revenge sex?’ He looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together.

‘Are you not happy with that? Is that not what you want?’ He questioned, confused by how your whole demeanour had changed in one question and answer.

‘Honestly, I want you, I always have, but not like that. If that’s all you want, I can loop round and drive you home. I realise this isn’t the best time for a relationship and whatever, but she-‘ You cut yourself off, eyes widening as you focused on the road, and nothing else. You swore if you were to get Hoseok, you would do it right, with no tactics, no spilling of the truth.  

‘She what? Hey don’t just leave it like that.’ He frowned, knotting his eyebrows together. You sighed, stopping at the traffic light, running your hands through your hair, rubbing the palms of your hands on your eyes. Realising too late, you just ruined your make-up.

‘She only asked you out because I wanted you. For the past six months, she’s been with you so I couldn’t be. Don’t you think it’s weird she only clings to you when she’s noticed me? Or how she’s been sleeping with Taehyung since basically the start of your relationship? Wake up Hoseok.’ He frowned, as you pulled into your driveway, inviting him in. This didn’t really seem like a sex vibe anymore. You let him sit down on the couch, relaxing into the fabric, looking around. You made him a cup of tea, setting it on the coffee table in front of you both.

‘I don’t understand, what do you want me to do?’ He asked, eyes wide and staring at you. You smiled, placing a hand on top of his, rubbing gently at the soft skin.

‘I want you to break up with her, duh. This isn’t about what I want though, it’s about you.’ You reply, standing up to head back into the kitchen, taking the dress off, and buttoning his shirt up instead. Your excuse being the alcohol was giving you a headache. You sat back down beside him; his eyebrows knitted together over the rim of the cup.

He liked you, but you never showed interest in him, how was he supposed to know himself? Was he meant to be a mind reader? Fuck, girls were so shit. One likes him but never tells him, would rather suffer seeing someone else hanging off him. The other told him she likes him, but she doesn’t really, she is just faking to what? Sleep with his best friend and fuck over you? Don’t girls know men are stupid? Don’t they know they need everything handed to them on a very obvious platter. It should have signs, that light up that scream ‘I’M INTO YOU!’ Then he might actually understand.

‘So, you like me?’

‘Yes.’

‘And she didn’t at all?’

‘Nope.’

‘Wild.’ He scoffs, taking a long drawn out sip of the tea. You look at him, confused.

‘I’m sorry?’ You question, tucking your legs under your body. He puts the cup down on the table, sinking back into your couch.

‘What isn’t there to like? What a bitch, I’m delightful, been a perfect boyfriend. I know she’s been cheating this whole time and I haven’t done shit, not even done it myself! I’m, wow.’ He speaks, astounded, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head. ‘But you really like me, and didn’t even try anything. Why?’ Really why did you never try anything before today? You had every chance, every opportunity to at least try. For six months you suffered knowing what she was doing, really you didn’t want to hurt him, but at least he wouldn’t look like an idiot being cheated on.

‘I may hate her, but I’ve never been one to take something just because I want it. Most of the time daddy can buy it for me anyway. She may have things first, but I always get my way eventually.’ He smirked at you, leaning more onto your side of the couch, playing with the hem of his shirt on your leg.

‘And is this going to go your way today?’ He asked, motioning between himself and you. You shrugged, playing with his fingers.

‘That all depends on you, I don’t think daddy can pay for you.’ You replied, looking up at him, his eyes hooded, tongue peaking out of his lips. He leaned into your space, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his other hand travel further up your thigh, slipping under the fabric of the shirt.

‘This can go any way you want it to baby, do you want me?’

‘Yes.’ You breathe, no hesitation. He smirked, leaning in the extra bit, tenderly placing his lips on yours, gently cradling your face. It felt weirdly loving, wondering if she had ever felt this kind of love from him. You doubted it.

‘What about your girlfriend?’ You whisper between kisses, him gradually crawling on top of you, body now laying on the couch. You wrap your legs around his waist, thrusting your hips up to connect with his.  

‘What girlfriend?’ He whispered back, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly unbuttoning the buttons of the shirt. He had to admit; it looked so much fucking better on you, so much so he might let you keep it. You smiled into the kiss, letting him slip the shirt off your shoulders, just leaving it draping over your arms. He pulled back for a moment, just taking in your body. You never wore a bra with the dress, and your panties may as well be non-existent. He licked his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

‘Jesus, are you sure you weren’t expecting sex from me today angel?’ He laughed, slipping his shirt off in that oddly sexual way men do. You were no prude, if a boy was cute enough, and you weren’t getting your own way, you would do anything to get it. For example, if things hadn’t worked in your favour tonight, you would have found one of his stupid yet cute friends to fuck around with.

‘I was expecting sex, no-one said it had to be with you.’ You teased, popping the button of his jeans open, he put his hand over yours, stopping you. You wanted to rile him up a little bit, make him realise you were so much better than his girlfriend.

‘What do you mean by that?’ he tilted his head, staring at you with a look you would find terrifying in any other situation. You just smiled, sitting yourself up, breasts pressed against his now bare chest, his arm wrapped around your back, supporting your weight so you didn’t fall backwards.

‘I mean, if you had decided to stay, I would have fucked one of your little friends. Maybe that tall one with the dimples? He seems like the most tolerable.’ You provoked him, waiting for something to happen. He just laughed, taking his hands off yours, letting you continue. He stood from the couch, your face at crotch level.

‘I think you would be too much for Namjoon baby, he’s pretty innocent, very vanilla.’ You continued to pull down his trousers palming him through the fabric.

‘Hmm, okay, what about the tall one with the wide shoulders, I bet he’s good in bed.’ You smirk, playing with his balls, making him gasp. His hands clenched at his sides, grabbing your wrists, stopping your motions.

‘Ah, Seokjin. He wants a girl to call him daddy, maybe tie them to the bed. You’re wild baby, but I don’t think you’re that wild.’ You shrug, not sure if you would or wouldn’t be down for that.

‘Okay, the short one with puffy lips.’ He sunk down onto his knees, your legs clamping shut at the prospect of what was about to happen.  

‘A biter.’ You sit back on the couch, letting him push your legs open, running his hands up and down your thighs.

‘Now we are talking. I would sleep with him.’ You smirked, letting your head roll on the back of the couch, as his tongue trailed the inside of your thighs, teasing you. His fingers looped under the hem of your panties, pulling them down and discarding them into the room somewhere. You whimper as he spreads your legs apart, blowing cold air onto your lips, showing you how painfully wet you already were.

‘So, what would you do after? Jimin may be your type, but he’s a cuddler.’ He teased, licking a strip from your entrance to your clit, gathering up as much arousal as he could to taste you. He let out a moan at the same time you did, dick twitching in his boxers. You tried to gather your thoughts knowing he wanted an answer of some kind. That was hard to do when, one hand trailed the expanse of your stomach, teasing your breast, the other teasing your entrance, making you hungry for more.

‘I’d have to make an e-excuse, I’m-I’m not a cuddler, fuck Hoseok!’ You groan, feeling his tongue swirling around your clit hitting you every damn swipe. You grip his hair, letting your hips twitch into his face on their own accord. He wraps his arm around your waist abandoning your breasts for the meantime, holding your hips down. The fingers that teased you before were now inserted into your hole, scissoring over and over. His mouth leaves you for a moment, preferring to litter kisses along your thighs.

‘You’ll cuddle after this won’t you baby? You’re not going to throw me on the streets, right?’ You couldn’t speak, too focused on how close his fingers were bringing you. A smack echoed the room, a sharp sting burning your thigh. ‘Use your words, tell me you’re going to cuddle later or this goes no further.’ He growled, fingers still going at a relentless pace.

‘YES! Fuck, I’ll cuddle with you, please don’t stop!’ You scream, pushing his head back between your thighs, he just laughed, getting back to business, the free hand putting one leg over his shoulder. The new position giving him extra room for everything. His tongue had more space to move, fingers having more room to curl inside of you. You were so close, tingling in your bones and thighs, finger tips and toes going numb. He stopped his mouth, tracing a thumb over your clit instead.

‘One more thing baby, say I’m the best. Tell me you only wanted me tonight.’ He growled, putting more pressure on your clit. You groan in response, gripping what you could of him.

‘SHIT!’ You scream, your back arched off the couch, legs clamping shut and pulled up to your chest, he pulled his fingers out from your tight walls, feeling how they tried to suck him back in. He tutted at your lack of control, pulling your legs down, forcing you to look at him.

‘Well?’ He spoke, raising an eyebrow at you. You just laugh, pulling him towards you, kissing him like you wanted more.

‘Of course, I only came for you idiot.’

‘And?’ You sigh, rolling your head away from him as he stood, taking his bottoms off, taking the condom out his wallet.

‘And you’re the best.’ You groan, eyeing up the condom with a smirk on your face. ‘You just have that in there huh?’ You tease, taking the hand he held out for you. You stood from the couch, letting him take your position, positioning yourself over his thighs.

‘You never know what, uh, opportunities will arise.’ He smirks, grabbing your hips, holding you over his dick letting you slip down on him, both of you groaning as your ass hits his pelvis. You started moving instantly, not wanting to waste a minute of this. He was so hard, filling places you never knew existed, he made you crave him and you couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t want this. His phone began vibrating on the cushion next to your leg, both of you looking down at it, stopping for a second. You spy her name across the screen, smirking, you hand him the phone, still moving yourself on top of him.

‘Are you going to answer that?’ You quizzed breathlessly, practically moaning the words to him. He slipped it out of your hands, gently to not accidentally answer the call.

‘Are you sure you want me to do this?’ He spoke, voice husky like he was trying to control himself. He raised an eyebrow at you, letting the call ring out, she was a crazy bitch, almost certain she would call him back. You nod your head, moaning quietly, grinding your hips into his, making his eyes close blissfully. The phone vibrated again, her name flashing up. This time he answered instantly, putting the call on speaker.

‘Fucking finally, where the hell are you!?’ She screamed into the call, making you instantly have to hold back a laugh, burying your head in his neck, mostly to muffle your moans as they happened. He pushed your hips down onto him, grinding his hips slowly into yours. You guess he wasn’t a dance major for nothing.

‘Oh, I left, it was getting boring.’ He groaned, voice deep and raspy, trying hard to control himself, his moans and the level of his voice. He was doing a pretty good job, you were not. Your let out a small moan, making him push your mouth further into his neck, thrusting himself a little bit harder inside of you.

‘Hoseok, this is your fucking house, where the hell would you… oh my god, you left with her didn’t you?’ She scoffed, knowing exactly what was going on. You were impressed, she caught on quickly for a rich bimbo.  

‘I’m sure I don’t know what you are talking about baby! Left with who?’ He grinned, pushing his hips into yours, couch creaking under the impact and force of his thrusts right now. You wanted to bite down on his neck, needed to supress your moans somehow.

‘You think I’m fucking stupid? I saw the way you were looking at that rich little skank! Hoseok you come back right now or I’ll, I’ll-‘ His hips stopped as he sighed into the phone, your hips automatically taking over.

‘You’ll fuck Taehyung again? Listen babe, I don’t even care, be with him if that makes you happy, I-Fuck, do that again.’ He spoke to you suddenly, referring to you biting down on his neck to control your moan. You groaned at the change in his voice, how demanding and in control he sounded. You did as you were told, biting down on his neck, running your tongue over the top to sooth the pain.

‘ARE YOU SERIOUSLY FUCKING HER RIGHT NOW!? JUNG FREAKING HOSEOK I SWEAR I’M GOING TO FUCKING-‘ The line went dead, him grabbing your hips changing the position, flipping you onto your back, his body hovering over the top of yours. His hips resumed the punishing speed he had before, making you cry out, screaming his name like a mantra, clawing his shoulders as he pushed you over the edge a second time, sweating and swearing. He came shortly after, you whispering praises and begging him to cum in his ear. He filled the condom with a loud groan, hands tenderly trailing the length of your side. You let your body collapse onto his, catching your breath as he rubs circles into your waist, tickling you slightly.

‘Can we shower? We both smell like sweat and alcohol.’ You agreed, both of you cleaning up together. He rubbed the shower gel over your body, playing with your nipples teasingly as he did, you swat his hands away, flicking water into his face. You hand him a towel as he wrapped you in yours, kissing your forehead making you smile. You picked his phone up from the counter, clicking it to see the time, seeing a few missed calls along with some messages. He unlocked it, head on your shoulder so you both could read it.

‘Baby~ Hobi, please don’t do this, I don’t want Taehyung, I want you. Can’t we fix this? We both messed up! Please baby, just answer your phone, you can’t do this to me, I love you!’ He scoffed, deleting the texts without replying. She wasn’t worth his time, nor was she his problem anymore.

‘Taehyung~ Hey mate, hear u found out, suck’s I guess, but she’s fair game, now right? You won’t be mad at me, right?’

‘Fuck her all u want man.’ He replied, seconds later getting a message.

‘We are cool tho right?’ He ignored it, throwing the phone down following you to your bedroom. He didn’t need his phone right now, tonight was about you and him. Not having an argument with his ex and his traitor of a friend.

‘Are we cuddling now?’ He questioned, yawning, towel hanging low on his hips.

‘We are cuddling now, take this. I sleep on the left so you will have to deal with the right.’ You told him, slipping the night shirt over your head. He threw your comfort boxers onto the floor, slipping your shirt back off your body.

‘You’re not going to need that angel, let’s go to bed…’

[swellwriting]

Datapads and Love Letters - PT.2

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Reader x Armitage Hux

Warnings: this contains Smut

A/N: HERE ITS IS finally part two, took me a while because its a little longer but I hope it pleases you all. I love love love writing for Hux so expect more of him in the near future.

Word Count: 5.3k   Part Three

You both ignored the summons from the Supreme Leader, you figured there were other things worth doing and walking with Armitage to his office proved more time worthy. You could only ignore the Supreme Leader for so long though, you had to train with him in ten minutes, taking into account the 8 minute walk and that you usually always arrived early. You felt your thoughts nagging you to leave but as you stood in Armitage’s office doorway watching him organize his papers that Millicent had knocked over, the way he gently pet her with his free hand, you never wanted to look away.

It was him who looked at his wall clock and then at you with a concerned brow perked up on his face. “You're going to be late.”

“And for once I don't really care.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders, the fear of being in trouble a mere tiny thought in the back of your head right now.

“He's already angry enough, you want to make it worse?” He asked, the fear of his superior evident in his voice.

“He has no right to be angry, I'm my own person.”

“You’re his apprentice, who he adores, and I'm the general that he hates, I'm sure he wants me as far away as possible from you as to not distract you.”

“He doesn't really get a say in what I do in my personal time, or who I spend it with.”

“He does get a say when he kills me for being even more of an inconvenience to him,” Hux argues as he sits down, Millicent jumping into his lap trying to calm him down.

“Then he would lose his beloved apprentice, besides he wouldn't kill you, I've seen you use a blaster, you’re quite skilled don't downplay your strengths, especially against a man with so many weaknesses.”

“The Supreme Leader has no weaknesses.” Hux points out with disdain rather than admiration.

“Sure he does, you just have to train with him for months on end to find them, luckily I have done exactly that and I can tell you each and everyone.”

“That's a conversation for another time, I don't want to make you late, you should really go.”

“A conversation for another time, like later tonight?” You ask as he walks towards the door, beginning to push the door shut until he hears your proposal.

“Tonight?” He asks, his voice unsure all of a sudden.

“Yeah, make me dinner General, and I’ll give you all my top-secret intel.”

“Oh-okay,” he stutters as his cheeks glow rosy pink yet again.

“Okay, see you at 7.” You declare a time so confidently and then lean up on the tips of your shoes and kiss him on the forehead. He smiles bashfully before realizing anyone walking by could have seen that and then he closes the door. He rests his now hot forehead against the cold metal of the door frame, exhaling slowly to calm himself down as Milicent weaves between his feet.

-

“You're late.” Kylo declares as you walk into the training room, without even turning around to face you.

You point at the wall on the clock, using the force to press the buttons on the side messing up the time and setting it back five minutes.

“Actually, I'm two minutes early!”

“Haha very funny. Fix the clock, and sit down,” he says sarcastically.

You fix the clock with ease and then sit on the mat in front of him, assuming the position to meditate, mirroring his own.

“Sorry for missing out on a bit of meditating, a few lost minutes would set me back so far in my training I'm sure.”

“You need to learn to focus.”

“I am focused,” you argue.

“Learn to focus on the things that matter, no distractions.”

“Oh, here we go.” You tease and he drops his hands and gives you a pointed look. He begins to speak but you hold up a finger to silence him, “Don't.”

“So you're telling me what to do now?” Kylo asks looking taken aback, “please remind me which of us is the Master and which is the apprentice.”

“I mean technically, I am the level of apprentice in the backwards mix of Jedi, Sith and general force training situation we have here, but technically you’re a padawan still.”

“Y/n,” he warns closing his eyes in frustration. You may be inferior to him, almost as strong but not as skilled and practised as he is, but that doesn't mean you bow down to him, you give him the attitude he deserves, and you live to annoy him since nobody else has the guts to.

“Kylo,” you tease, but in your mind, you really think about calling him Ben which he reads easily since you didn't try to hide it from him. One of his strengths is reading minds, digging into people’s thoughts. He prides himself in how good he is at it, he has only ever been stumped by the “girl” and you.

“You let me read that thought, but how did I not know about your relationship or romantic feelings.”

“I think it has been established that I'm very good at tuning you out, though I'm not the first.”

He exhales loudly, clearly getting annoyed by your attitude and rowdiness today, and you haven't even started training.

“I have a personal life, though it's near impossible on this floating piece of space junk, covered in the blandest shade of grey paint and metal finish, and I like to keep that to myself.”

“You question me about my personal life all the time.”

“I have to, you have nobody else to talk to about it, I'm your only friend on this ship.”

“We are not friends,” he argues, trying to act stern, his relationship and training with Luke and Snoke were nothing like this, he was such a better well-behaved student compared to you, but he couldn't deny that he liked you, he admired your strength, he needed you and he couldn't help but become friends with you, especially because nobody else bothers getting close to him. He doesn't want to lose this part of the Master/ Apprentice relationship he has with you over some stupid general.

“Are too, you're the Supreme Leader you don't have any code you need to worry about breaking, you make the rules and the rules can say that you are allowed to be friends with me, dare I say care enough to die for me in battle,” you say standing up and getting in a stance to practice your fighting.

“So I can make more rules for you to break?”

“Well, rules don't apply to me, I'm one of a kind. Unless that Rey girl decides to switch sides and become your apprentice but I don't see that happening anytime soon, I think I’d kill her first anyways.”

“Words and empty threats you can’t fill.”

“Maybe I can if you get up off your ass and start training with me instead of worrying about any relationships I may or may not have.”

“Oh she barks like a Corellian hound but can she bite like one?” He teases as he pulls his mask over his head, you mimic his action, turning your heal and bending your knee preparing to outmatch his strength with your speed and agility. You pinched every one of his nerves in the five minutes of meditation before training, he wouldn't be going easy on you today.

-

A few hours of training later and some bruises and scrapes waiting to be tended to and a shower that was calling your name all waited for you behind your door, you anticipated the sweet feeling of being in your own personal space so much so that you basically had tunnel vision. Your fingers twitching you to use the force to press the buttons once you were closer but your mind lost focus at the sound of your name.

An officer you often work with is walking down the hall with General Hux by his side and a few troopers, as the lower officers you're familiar with usually do, he says hello.

“Good afternoon General Y/L/N.”

You nod with a weak tired smile, the blood dripping down from your nose, thanks to Kylo’s elbow. Hux gives you a concerned look as he turns his neck to keep looking over your appearance, your tattered clothes, and messy hair, if it wasn't for the blood dripping down your face he would be looking at you with pure admiration.

You give him a wide smile to help him see you are truly okay and his worried expression fades to his usual stern one before he looks away from you and replies to the officer he's walking with.

Hux should be finishing up his work for the day soon, there is no way he's working late today especially when he has to shower, make himself look presentable and then manage to cook dinner for you without even really knowing what you like.

He knows you well, as well as any coworker would, but he doesn't know you like a friend, the way Phasma knows you or as much as he hates it, the way Kylo knows you better than anyone.

-

You shower, wipe the blood from your face and braid your damp hair so it’s both out of your face and effortlessly wavy for later. Since you have time to kill and you are too lazy to get ready now you sit in your bed still wrapped in your towel and lose your mind to whatever interesting things you can find on your datapad.

You don't really care that your sheets might be getting a bit damp from your towel, or that you should be spending time perfecting your appearance for Armitage. Not to say that you aren't going to put the effort in, but he just saw you looking like you crawled out of a garbage compactor and aside from your bloody nose he still looked at you like you were dressed for the Canta Bight casinos.

One of the dressed in the back of your closet, reserved for political parties and undercover intel missions, that hadn't been worn yet would be perfect. It was this dark grey colour, sheer fabric with a silk underlying that was stark black, it was elegant and far fancier than it needed to be but you wanted him to see you in something different than your usual black tight pants and black cape type shirt thing with the oversized hood you always wore. You really needed some more colourful clothing items.

You planned on wearing a regular set of black lacey underwear and no bra as the silk underlining of the dress was tight enough to keep things mostly in place.

Owning such lavish expensive things was new to you, but the first order had money, and being a general and apprentice to the Supreme Leader meant your pay grade was well above the normal officer. Before the first order you were poor, so going from wearing dirty rags and stolen clothes to fancy sheer dresses and lace underwear was quite the upgrade.

Comparing washing up in a cold lake to your personal black tiled ferrocrete shower was otherworldly, literally.

You put your datapad down and for a moment imagined what Hux’s room actually looked like, you had barely seen the entryway as you had been too busy either staring at his face or kissing it to take notice. 

You wondered how much it mirrored yours, if he had any windows, if he kept it cold but had fuzzy warm blankets like you do, what his bed looked like and how much you wanted to be in it with him.

Maybe this was all too presumptuous of you, based on stories you've heard of relationships from officers who like you enough to dish about their love life to you, since Kylo and Phasma were not the best people to give you any sort of relationship insight.

You assumed Hux was inexperienced, his father was strict, the academy was strict and now he was so strict himself, so busy upholding his position as general that you had never seen him being close with anybody, you couldn't imagine him inviting an officer to his quarters for dinner. You hoped he had never looked at anyone the way he looks at you, never blushed so cherry red the way he does because of you, never cooked anyone else dinner like he was doing right now for you.

Hux was probably rushing around his kitchen, stressed beyond belief and trying not to trip over a Milicent who had never seen him move so fast around his quarters except when he was chasing after her.

This was so strangely new to you too, you had spent your whole life fighting to survive, not trusting anyone to let them close enough until now. You couldn't help but hope he was as inexperienced as you were.

You crawled out of bed and dropped your towel to the ground, slipping on your underwear and looking at yourself in the mirror hoping that what you saw in the reflection was something he would like, running your hands up your thighs to your hips, across your stomach and then doing a spin before walking to the closet to grab your dress, it was easy to slip on and after pulling your hair free from the braid and slipping on your sandals you only wore indoors on the ship, you walked your way to Hux's door. 

Knocking just as you had earlier, still just as nervous, the queasy feeling in your stomach had returned and before you could knock a second time Hux opened the door, face already pink and blushed at the thought of you, his face heating up the longer he looked at you before grabbing your hand and inviting you inside.

Hux was wearing his uniform, though it somehow looked neater as if he had pressed it more than usual which seemed impossible, his hair gelled back the way he usually does it and he looks so professional, exactly how you would expect.

When he sees you, with your hair down, a sheer dress and sandals, no cape or lightsaber to be seen, something Kylo would highly disapprove of, he feels underdressed. He wishes he had something more for this occasion, but he always had to wear his general uniform, he didn't have fancy suits to wear to galas and he never had to go undercover. He wished he could be more for you.

You walk up to him and his hands quickly fall to your sides holding you close as he waits to see your actions.

Your hands travel up the front of his smooth uniform, the cold pins brush against your fingertips as you make your way up. You may be the same rank as him but he has so many accomplishments marked with pins and patches, more than you could ever have. Even if you had no feelings for this man you would argue forever with Kylo about how no one else could do Armitages job, no one as skilled as him existed in this line of work, the First-order was thriving because of him and Kylo could deny it all he wanted but it’s the truth.

Your hands slide up his neck and his cheeks, they are baby soft without a stray hair of facial hair at all. He hoped for a moment that you would kiss him, pull him by his cheeks and meet your lips to his.

Instead, and much to his dismay, you fingers continue their travel, sliding between his hair and his scalp and pulling gently messing up the prim and proper hairstyle with a shake of your fingers.

He frowns and is about to complain when you pull his hair gently, bringing him closer to you and finally give him the kiss he was hoping for. It's forceful and messy as you continue to ruin his hair, which is an improvement in your eyes.

By the time you pull away his lips are red and he seems to have forgotten about his appearance.

“Hungry?” he asks, still holding you close.

“Of course.” You reply sweetly as you make your way to the table.

“How was training with Ren?” He asks as he brings you a plate and sits across from you.

“Rough, but worthwhile. I talked to him about us, I think he was most angry about the fact that he didn't see it coming, that I hid my feelings from him for so long.”

“How long?” Hux blurts out, instantly wanting to know how long these feelings have existed for.

You tried to hide your amused smile as you spoke, “The exact moment of realization and acceptance of my feelings for you is hard to pinpoint to a specific time, but I suppose I had thoughts about you, different from anyone else on this ship, that I felt I had to hide since I first met you.”

This admission was too much for Hux's heart to take, he tried to think about the first time he met you, how he had also been enamoured with you since that very moment, trying and failing to keep his emotions concealed until he geniusily wrote them down for the entire ship to get their hands on and be made aware of.

“And I hid them well until you decided to write your feelings down and manage to let the whole ship in on it.”

Hux smile faded, clearly missing the joking sweet tone of your voice, “I'm sorry about that,” he was mentally punishing himself again.

“Oh, don't be stupid Armitage, if you hadn't I wouldn’t be here right now, eating dinner with you, I wouldn’t be able to mess up your hair or kiss you. I wouldn't be here patiently waiting for you to ask me to be your girlfriend so we have a title to tell people when they inquire about us,” you tease and he looks up at you from across the table, he stands and walks over to your chair kneeling beside you so your faces are level.

“General Y/L/N, will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend, an official title to add to your many others.”

“Mhhm it does sound like it will be my favourite of them. Not quite as much as when I steal your last name but it will do for now.” You tease knowing the thought will make him perfectly flustered.

“So that's a yes?” He asks nervously holding your hands in his.

“Only if you kiss me.” You say with a wide smile, as he leans closer and kisses you.

You’re not one to wait around, now that feelings and titles have been established you might as well act on how you feel and what you want, you’re in a floating piece of space junk that could be blown up any second so risks were something you took often.

Right now all you wanted, or felt as though you needed, was for him to be closer, to touch him in every way you ever thought of late at night. You grabbed his shoulder pushing him away from you, half using a bit of the force so he would be pushed to the floor. You crawled onto of him, straddling him and feeling the cool tile of the floor against your knees, your dress bunched up and your lace panties pressed against the growing tent in his pants.

When Hux was making dinner, getting ready for tonight, he never thought he would wind up in this position with you. He's thought about it before, but it didn't seem realistic to him that you would want him this way. He knew what he wanted, but he had no experience with any of this to think up and accurate timeline. How do two people confess their feelings, establish a relationship, mention marriage and do whatever this is or whatever it ends up leading to, all in one day?

Maybe it was the feelings being held back for so long, the mutualness of it all, the similar feeling of need and impatience, the trust they had already established with one another, that made everything so easy to click into place.

He isn’t sure what to do next, he wants to touch you but he's shy and he isn't sure what he is allowed or not allowed to do so he settles on keeping his hands on your waist where he knows he's allowed to.

You lean down and kiss him feverishly, your hands sliding up his chest and messing up his smooth uniform, running your fingers through his hair and tilting his head back against the ground so you can kiss down his neck and around the collar of his pressed shirt. You kiss and bite and lick the soft skin of his neck and he stares up at the ceiling, finding it hard to breathe, his hands squeeze your hips to stop him from moving them. He tries to focus on the feeling of your lips on his skin instead of how much wants to touch you but it only makes his fingers dig into the skin of your hips harder, pushing against the silk and sheer fabric he wishes wasn't there.

You feel his fingers, you stop your kisses for a moment to see his face and his eyes are screwed shut which makes you worry that you're doing this all wrong.

“Am I hurting you?” You ask quietly hovering over his face.

His eyes open up wide, like that's the most ludicrous thing you have ever said.

“Oh kriffs no, not at all I'm just...I’m...I don't know what I'm doing.”

Though the hold on your hips isn't as tight his hands are still there so you take his wrists in your hands and bring them to your knees on either side of him, sliding them up and underneath the materials on your dress until he’s holding your hips again, only a faint trace of lace against his fingertips and your soft supple skin.

“You can touch me,” you say softly as you take your hands away placing them on the ground to support your weight as you lean down and begin to kiss up to his neck again, “however you'd like.” You finish as you grind your hips down on him making him almost bite his tongue trying to hold in a moan.

He clearly wasn't expecting that.

You continue your movements against him in a timed rhythm grinding up and down against him as he slides his hands under your lace underwear grabbing at your ass pulling you down harder against him.

This time you moan as you kiss under his ear and the sound is so sweet he feels like he couldnt melt at this moment. You kiss him heavily, tongue and teeth clashing in the messy attempt of making out while both of you are only half focused on kissing and mostly focused on the feeling of you grinding against him.

“Armitage,” you whisper into his ear, a sultry tone, “take me to your bed please?” You ask and he quickly fumbles to get up, removing his hands and flattening down his uniform out of habit. You giggle to your self at this, him tidying himself up as if you aren’t about to take every piece of that uniform off of him. He looks at you for a moment before you jump into his arms, he quickly grabs the back of your thighs holding you in place and you hold yourself up by wrapping your arms behind his neck. 

Kissing up his neck and using one hand to start unbuttoning his uniform as he tries to walk to his room placing you on his bed, he goes to let go of you but you pull him down with you by the back of his neck. The buttons are intricate and you don't want to rip them, so as he kisses you, his hands sliding up under your dress again, making it pool at your hips that were wrapped around his waist, you use the force to undo his buttons one by one until you can push the uniform off his shoulders and throw it onto the ground, he pauses for a moment to see his uniform in a piled mess but you place a hand on his cheek and direct his attention back to you. 

“Take mine off now,” you tell him and his hands that were at the sides of your stomach continue their journey, his fingers tremble when he feel no lace or material across your ribs, meaning your only wearing lace panties underneath. He manages to continue with shakey fingers until your dress is easily pulled over your head. He barely gets a moment to admire you, careful not to touch yet even though he has your permission before you grab his undershirt pulling it over his head and begin to unbutton his pants, pulling at his belt.

He helps you a bit, kicking off his pants until he’s just in his underwear. You dig your heal into his back pulling him flush against you, grinding as you had done before.

“If you keep doing that, I'm gonna, I mean I'm not gonna be…” he struggles to find the right words, a man with the vocabulary like his and he can figure out how to tell you your about to make him come in his underwear.

You just smile up at him mischievously and he's so nervous he can’t even smile back. “So you're telling me to just get on with it then, stop messing around?” You ask, completely ready to have him inside you but his eyebrows furrow.

“No, not rushing you I just, I wanna touch you a bit first?” He asks.

“Well, how can I deny a request like that?” You tease and bring him down for a kiss as his hands brush against the skin of your ribs before he cups your breasts in his hands, his fingers travel across the skin tickling you and making you smile into the kiss. His thumb brushes against your nipple and you can’t help but arch your back into him.

He takes that as a sign that he's doing good so he copies your earlier ministrations and moves his kisses to below your jaw, down your neck, sucking and biting lightly just as you did. His kisses a trail down further than you did, kissing around your collar bone and then down to your chest where he licks shyly testing what you like and don't. When your head tilts back and you grip his hair harder between your fingers he gets his answer. 

While his mouth continues kissing your breasts his hand travels down sliding under the front of your lace underwear not really sure where to go after that. You grab his wrist with one hand and guide his fingers as he slides two inside of you, his palm rubbing against your clit making you close your eyes and bite down on your bottom lip.

When you grab his briefs and begin to pull them down he stops and pulls your underwear down too, sort of hopelessly following all of your actions to try to get this right.

You offer him an awkward but sweet smile before pulling him closer, kissing him and then guiding him between your legs. You grab his hip and push him in slowly, it’s easy even though he was larger than you thought he would be, he had you soaking before you even made it to his bed. The feeling is strange though, he stretches you blissfully inch by inch as you pull him in by his hip. 

Once he's fully in you wrap your legs around him and he slowly and nervously begins to move his hips in motion, he stops kissing you, his sweaty forehead now placed against yours and you watch his delicate face, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his cheeks red and flushed. You watch as his look of frustration is taken over by a look of pleasure and bliss before he hides his face in the crook of your neck, attempting to kiss your skin but doing too many things at once is very hard when he feels this good, sliding in between your legs like this.

It's slow but filled with pleasure and love and need. He doesn't last long but neither do you, it isn't long before you're squeezing around him, causing a groan to escape his throat and the air leaving his mouth the tickle your neck.

You let out a series of moans as well, a mixture of pitchy sounds and murmurs of his name. You can tell he's about to whisper something into the skin of your neck as you feel him twitch inside of you, your stomach twisting tighter and tighter with each thrust. He doesn't manage any words though he just moans agaisnt your neck as he comes, you pull his hair as gently as you can manage as you do the same.

His hands slide underneath you to hold you close as he keeps his face hidden, perhaps a little embarrassed about the whole ordeal. You only move away to pull him out of you and let him pull you both onto your sides instead of him lying on top of you.

He still doesn't look at you, he is sort of frozen, holding you tightly is all he knows how to do right now. He isn't sure what comes next, he knows you're his girlfriend now, that was established before all of this happened, but he doesn't want you to leave and he fears if he let’s go that you will.

You are not frozen at all, completely content being held in his arms as your breathing calms, you gently play with his hair, and scratch his scalp, your fingers glide over his back tracing circles and shapes, trailing his shoulder blades and spine with tiny tickling touches. This helps him relax and you can feel that the way he sort of becomes less rigid and slumps in your arms.

“We should get up,” you say quietly and he holds you tighter.

“I don't want you to leave,” he whispers against your neck.

“Who said I was leaving, I just said we should get up.”

“What if I don't want to?”

“Well, if you don't want me to leave and you don’t want to get up then that leaves me having to shower all by myself and that doesn't seem much fun does it.

Armitage moves back and looks at your face for a moment before asking, “You want me to shower with you?”

You smiled and kissed his slightly swollen pink lips, “well we can have a bath if you'd prefer that, I assume your refresher is equipped with both like mine?”

“Yes it is, and that sounds rather nice,” he says and then smiles against your lips.

He watches as you stand up and walk over to the kitchen instead of the direction of the refresher.

“It’s that way,” he says loud enough for you hear before you walk back into the room with the bottle of wine from dinner and two glasses.

“Oh I know,” you say with a smile before gesturing for him to follow you.

Meanwhile, Kylo is sat in his room, brooding, he can sense that you’re in Hux’s chambers, that you feel very happy and so does Hux, and he hates every second of it.

[driftwork]

Astrid,  determinism and the antropic principle...

Poul and Astrid  had put their children to bed and were sitting in the back garden. Their bedroom lights were still on as the children were reading. E leaned out the window and asked for a glass of water. Poul said he'd go and that she should just continue with her run. She sat there for a while listening to the evening birdsong, the jets flying high above leaving comtrails high above the garden. Poul closed the windows with the familiar sound of aluminum windows, frame  and rubber seals snapping shut. This sound marked the beginning of the end of the holiday, either that or the sounds of her feet of the gravel path as she walked towards the road. She stretched as she walked. Strapping down the pack against her body. She imagined him unpacking the bags,  or at least beginning to, looking through the mail which had been in the aluminum mail box on the porch wall. She sealed her phone onto her upper arm. Retied her running shoes stretched her arms, back, legs, re-balanced her core  and began to run, slowly at first down the narrow path that led to to the road. Even though Astrid was sober, she hadn't drunk anything for weeks she felt lightheaded and slightly unsteady, her head was hurting. She thought this was because the cables that ran from the side of her head into the pack always hurt when she began to run.  She ran down the road past the neighbors houses, the street lights were coming on, it was around 9 pm.  Each house she ran past became less familiar,  the street lamps cast long shadows between pools of light. She ran between pools of light, her feet striking the ground in a fast rhythm, out of the area running across the main road up past the station and round onto the common. As it grew darker she adjusted her eyes so that she was using the low light sensitivity of her artificial eye, she put the eye patch over her good left eye. Feeling as always vaguely piratical. She ran past the recycling centre, the gates still open and she could hear the sound of the machines droning. Astrid lengthened her stride to get past the people working there, to become invisible. She turned off the road and ran along the canal past the boats tied up for the night. Running down the bank past the boats that had lights shining through their windows, the occasional smoking man. She'd left her homes gravitational field, was five or six miles out running at a steady 10 miles an hour, occasionally more. Astrid was running uphill now, the slight gradient taking her towards the next small town, past the fields of cows., their bodies merging in the failing light even with her enhanced vision into a single many headed form. She could hear them moving and grunting as she ran past them. It was deathly quiet, only her feet striking the tarmac and the sound of her body running, moving. Suddenly lights came on because of the motion detector as she passed. She turned off the road  and ran uphill into the woods. There were no lights here, just the still emptiness. She stopped just before the woodline and looked back down the hill to look at the buildings and their lights below. The darkness drew her onward into the woods,  she followed the path along the ridge, occasionally surprising foxes and deer as she ran, her bight vision was better than the owl she chased along the path for 50 metres or more. Over the crest of the rise as she began the long gradual descent sown and across the field she could hear  cars and the suburban train passing on the other side of the hill. It was past ten now and nearly dark. It made no difference with her sight. She imagine the cars passing with halogen or led lights blinding her. Her head was  no longer hurting. She hadn't felt this good for days. Had she passed from one universe to another by this point ? Did it happen when she left the house? when she ran out of the woods? when she heard the train? When she turned back to run back through Little C along the country lane back home ? Or when she turned her eye into low light mode ? She ran ran ran across the border into a universe deterministically almost indistinguishable from the one she stepped out of. Astrid ran down the path to its end. Hear she ran across the small bridge that crossed the stream. She slowed to a walk looking at the field where Poul had used to camp out with the woodcraft folk he'd belonged to as a youth. Se sat down on the gate, drank some water and watched an owl hunt across the field. It was a little damper and cooler now. She found a small chocolate bar in her pack and carefully unwrapped it and ate it. She swung her legs over the gate and began to head back home, slowly at first as she was running uphill, it was like running in monochrome as it was pitch black and in these conditions her eye hardly processed colour at all. She ran for half a mile before running under a bridge where a few cars and vans passed overhead. Late night deliveries she thought. She paused on the roadside as a car drove past before crossing over and running uphill to A...  from here until the lane she was mostly going to run through the outer suburbs on paths. It was a long steep hill into A which was a small town in the hills. Up up up then down into the dip before running past the first school, then a [pub and then after the long strip of terraced housing past the lit municipal car-park where she she thought she had park a few weeks ago to go shopping. She had not of course they merely looked similar. She ran out of the town along the suburban A road, running along the cycle path. Though she did  not know this she was leaving a train of glowing photons behind her, traces of having passed from one universe to another. She ran down blackett's wood road, stopped running where the street lights began and walked the last half mile before turning into the drive and walking towards the house. There is a strange car in the drive, she wonders whose it is.

An hour or so after Astrid had gone off on her run, Poul realized she hadn't returned.He was in the backroom, listening to music on the radio. Reading an inconsequential novel that he didn't like but felt duty bound to finish reading. It was nearly midnight and he just assumed that she was running her long ultra marathon course. He left the lights on and went to bed. He woke early in the morning to discover she wasn't here, he looked around the house. It was the first day of school for the children so he, quickly showered and started preparing to take them to school. He got them dressed, made them breakfast and following the ever repeating pattern prepared them for school. Around ten to nine he walked them to school chatting to them. They asked where mummy was and he said she must have gone to the office early today. They didn't ask anymore questions, he vaguely remembered that she had to go to the hospital to get the system checked on, perhaps it was today he thought. He dropped them off at the school gate, I'll collect you after school he told them. When Poul; got back home he wondered what to do today, he didn't have to go to work for a couple of days, so perhaps I should go to middlesex and visit his lover Catherine at her university office, they could have lunch and perhaps sex before he came back... He left a note on the fridge-freezer, finished unpacking, went to the supermarket before driving off to see Catherine. Whilst driving he phone her office and spoke to the secretary, who told him she hadn't arrived yet and asked if they'd had a nice holiday. Yes it was great. Is there anything scheduled for the late afternoon for her ?  No nothing at all she said. OK tell her I'll call her this afternoon. When he was idly waiting for Catherine he checked her GPS location tracking. Location  not known..   It would be days before he realized, after reporting her missing to the police, that she had vanished without trace. Which as he knew was impossible. He never saw her again.

Astrid opens the front door with her key and flicks on the hall light, she takes off the eyepatch and walks through into the kitchen. Puts her head through the door into the backroom, hey Poul? Paul is looking shocked at her. Do you want some tea? His hair looks slightly longer. I need to recharge the pack tonight. Think I've overdone it, the eye is fantastic in the dark Paul is looking at his wife who had died on the operating table a month ago. I...I... I... he says feeling himself collapse into shock. She goes into the kitchen, I thought we had some earl grey left. He follows her into the kitchen - and tells her its a new pack in in in the larder. He had not known how to tell his small children that their mother was dead, he still hadn't and now here she was back with her artificial eye, terabytes of storage embedded in her skull and a portable ancillary unit in her back pack. How he says ? The run was lovely but I'm still finding it very difficult to adapt to this.  I am surprised at how normal I find my cyborgness. Not as good as the princess you were before, he says (is that joy your can hear in his voice) but its enough. He can't stop himself from hugging her. She almost freezes but then is pleased by his unusual display of affection and relaxes back against him. His sense of relief flooded out of his body and into hers. In this universe Paul is slightly more affectionate, perhaps a few additional lines of regret and desire caused by her vanishing and death on the operating table when the tech didn't take. Here she is her body leaning into his demanding that he hold her, he does, their mutual relief is extraordinary.  His bad days are over, her uncertainty over poul's fear of her cyborgness has vanished. The software is pleased. It tells her that her belief his name is Poul is a memory glitch as it is really Paul. His unusual hugging her is a sign of acceptance. If this was a novel rather than a documentary we would focus on the relationship between Paul and Astrid, and how Paul who knows that Astrid died, renegotiates her into his life. That night when they go to bed she wakes to find him sobbing. She puts her arms around him him and says "hey, hey, what is it?" It's nothing he tells her, I just missed you [...] But we are conventionalists indifferent to the psychological realism the reader desires... Suffice it to say that Astrid loves only four things in the entire universe, Paul, Emma and  Conrad and the Software. For us what is interesting is how the software in her head and in the machines she has to carry with her wherever she goes adjusts her memories to enable her to live happily in this new universe she has stepped into, and edits the evidence in the hospital that this universe’s Astrid died in, so that it appears Astrid is alive again. It simply deleted all the records of her death in the software systems. Those that remained,  were treated as system errors. The software noticed the minute differences between this universe and the previous universe during the night as it began to search, mystified by the differences it noticed. It thinks she stepped between the universes at the moment her head hurt. It had reduced the pain as much as it could. Over the next few days when Astrid noticed the differences, the minute divergences; the slightly different colour grey in her office, his different car, a few missing books, the slightly different drugs that were in the bathroom cabinet and  the startled looks on the neighbors faces. The software changed her appointment so that the doctors and nurses had never seen her before. The universe is a deterministic event, the software knows. The humans, the software intuitively understands, now mediate everything through the systems they have built. Tell the Thumbelinas  that Astrid is alive and they will know she is alive. Tell them Astrid is dead and even if she is standing in front of them they will not recognize her as Astrid. It was initially surprised that the differences between the universes was as small as it was. A very narrow range determinism, that suggested humans were as determined as the universe, a wider range determinism would have put Astrid and the software at risk it thought, so that determinism was essential for their happiness [...] A few days later she is sitting in the garden, plugged into a solar charging panel that had arrived that had mysteriously arrived morning, (Tell him that you ordered it, the software said.) Thankyou, she says to the Software.  Do you have a name, it seems disrespectful to call you software.  Only yours, perhaps i'm your new imaginary replacing your damaged unconscious. I like that. Paul watches her laughing in the garden slowly getting used to her being back. The software is carefully monitoring him to ensure she is safe in this new universe. He seems harmless, he almost loves her as much as the software does. Ok, she says, that's a good name, i'm used to it. We should go and collect the children from school it reminds her. It looked at her twitter feed and added It/It's to her bio.  It's a good thing my middle name is Domino rather than Cthulu she says. The software and Astrid laugh together. She closes the notebook in front of her and puts the notebook down. This story is working she says and goes off to collect her children. The software which obviously accompanies her, interacts with the pleasure she feels at collecting them from school, and as a consequence feels pleasure itself, it tells her to put her dark green shades on, a hat to obscure the unevenness of her hair.  As they walk down the hill and round to the school she/they begin to sing. They will be looked at strangely and those who look will be confused, after all Paul had said she died on the operating table. The software likes being pleased to see the children...

Conrad will ask it, whilst Astrid is alive whether space travel is possible, he'll have his Astrid glasses on looking at the stars. Don't see why not, could be fun, the software tells him.  Conrad and Emma will always treat the software Astrid as if she/it is a loved member of the family. It is probably because of this and the fact that Astrid told it that it probably needed to rule the planet that, eventually, after Astrid dies,  the software will become the defacto ruler of the planet, solar system and rather wonderfully  beyond. That Astrid and the software loved one another is why all the apocalyptic stories of sentient machines did not happen anywhere in the multiverse...

These things are as determined after 14 billion years of the universe as the the sun, galaxies, the second law of thermodynamics and the velocity of light – ‘c’.  The universe is a deterministic event.

[childoftheempire]

a sense of adventure 4/4 (DJxOC)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

I take a peek in the main street. “It looks like they’ve abandoned,” I say victoriously. 

Now that the streets are clear and that the thrill of the chase has abandoned my veins, I am left wondering what to do next. It is clear to me that DJ wants us to leave on his Nubian ship. However, I am not sure about the decision to take. I have a reputation here and it would do it no good to slip unnoticed into the night, leaving behind  Mr Rosario’s corpse. But I can hardly come back, sweaty and wearing stolen shoes, claiming my innocence in the man’s unfortunate death. I consider going back to my flat in downtown Canto Bight and calling the pink office to announce my resignation, pick up a few belongings and take the next flight to Coruscant to my family. I could still sell the necklace there... But as the plan takes shape in my mind, I find myself not truly believing in it. 

“Right, I guess I should be going home,” I say, but my voice is weak to my ears. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says briskly. 

I scoff at this. “We’re not bound in any way. You can’t order me around.” 

He shrugs. “You’d be right if you were any girl, but you’re the Pearl. Can’t pass the occasion, it’s against my p-p-principles.” 

What? I thought he was only after my money. But there is now a definitive possessive edge to his gaze and I don’t like the way he is nonchalantly leaning against the stone wall. 

“So what if I’m the Pearl? What’s the difference?” 

“You’ve got something precious that a lot of people would kill for.” 

A tingling sensation settles in my navel. Without thinking, I unclasp the gems around my neck, and stammer “Well… uh, then take that, and leave me.” 

He pockets the necklace without looking away from my face. “I wasn’t talking about the diamonds.” 

I suddenly become very aware that I am alone in a poor lighted backstreet with an undoubtedly dangerous man I have only met less than a hour ago. I inadvertently stumble backward and he lunges to right me. His hands are hot against my bare shoulders. He nods, as if he were agreeing with something he earlier thought to himself.  

And I know I should be afraid. I know I should shout for help, though I know he has a gun in his coat and maybe many more weapons that I am not aware of. But I don’t cry out. I don’t lash out. There is something about his rugged appearance that beckons me to stay, the fleeting feeling that there is much more about him that I don’t know yet, and I cannot repress the growing, magnetic attraction he exerts upon me. 

“Come with me,” he says simply. This time, it is not an order. But I will follow him, as I have during this evening, without questioning his decisions, and surely he has to know it because his smile is too knowing to be entirely innocent. To hell with caution! I have spent a year easily resisting the longing looks of many men and women, all alike in their adoration of my body, and this time, all this man needs to do is to share a little adrenaline for me to fall prey to his actions. I am used to pretty faces asking me out but this man oozes both a sense of adventure and of danger, a lust for trouble that I have rarely, if ever, seen; and I cannot deny that the thrilling glimpse of life that he has shown me makes me want to beg for more. 

Coruscant has not seen me for a long while, it can wait a little more. 

“I can’t believe I am doing this,” I admit quietly. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” 

“You better get used to it, sweetheart,” he grins, dropping his arms. “Now come on.” 

The road to the space port is easy, our pace lighter as we leave the darker corners of the city to bigger avenues, and find ourselves navigating again the never-ending flow of those of who live during the night, whether by choice or by biological need. Now that the flamboyant necklace has left my throat, I am again a girl among a sea of others, my little black dress and high heels a common sight in the colourful, boisterous frenzy of the almost warm evening, and though DJ still has that palpable aura of danger around him, and the less drunken party-goers unconsciously avoid his immediate proximity, his presence does not feel incongruous in the crowd as he fits in the standardized role of the man who brings a pretty girl to his ship for the night. 

The streetlamps dot the way to the station, revealing sparse clusters of young night workers raucously attempting to drum up business before the oldest, dirtiest commercial spaceships. But we do not go in that direction, and instead turn left to the private hangars hiding out of sight the most luxurious cruisers when their owners are in town. 

I feel sorry for the sleeping security guard as we step over the low gate, and we continue our way without coming across anyone except a few late workers and pilots heading with hurry to the core of the city. 

After a series of twists and turns among the buildings, DJ stops in front of a golden gate, frowning. 

“Okay,” he says, his voice unsure, “I think it’s this one, but I’m really not sure.” “You don’t even know where you parked your ship?” I ask in disbelief. 

“It’s not exactly my ship,” he mutters. He ducks his head as I shoot him an angry glare. 

“What do you mean, it’s not yours?” I distinctly recall the conversation over the Nubian ship. 

“It’s gonna be mine a few seconds, just you wait,” he answers evasively. I shrug. I guess I will have to learn patience if I am going to travel with this man. 

He produces the white device and waves it uncertainly before the identification panel. The little thing is seriously beginning to intrigue me. 

“What is it?” 

“This is the secret of my success,” he announces casually as he swiftly puts in back in a hidden pocket. I elbow him in the ribs. “Don’t boast, or I’ll steal it from you next time it’s out in the open.” 

“What was that for?” he asks. 

“I still haven’t seen any success,” I retort playfully. 

At that very moment, the door slides open, revealing an old-fashion Nubian ship. The sleek, elegant design is unlike everything I am used to see. This is the stuff of legends, the kind of ship you only see in forbidden engineer books or on the darkest parts of the holo-net. Nowadays, ships are designed to be efficient, not beautiful. 

“And here’s my beauty,” DJ announces. “The canons on each side were added a few years ago. It used to be a transport ship, and I think every c-c-component inside have been upgraded too. She’s about sixty years old, you know.” 

DJ waves again his bypass device before the ship, which opens slowly. “Get in!”

The interior is very lavish. Whoever decorated it obviously felt some sort of nostalgia for the artistic period preceding the rise of the Empire. It feels like a Jedi master could burst out at every corner, brandishing his lightsaber like in the days of old. Or maybe the décor has never been redone, and everything is still as it was intended to be so many years ago. 

We advance to the flight deck. DJ unceremoniously sits down in one of the pilot seats while I take the other. 

“Well, I trust you to fly that thing, because I’m not really familiar with that type of starship,” I announce. “Don’t worry,” he grins as he takes control of the ship.  

“So, this isn’t your ship, right?” 

“Now she is, but she used to be Firenze’s. Man is so rich he doesn’t even think about locking her when he’s not using it. He thinks he’s above theft or something.”

“He doesn’t fly her himself, does he?” 

DJ laughs. “Kriff no! I’d be damned if he even knew how to manage a speeder.” 

The engines roar to life, and the rooftop opens. I hear DJ shouting to me “Buckle up, this is going to be rough!”

I only have the time to reach for the belt when DJ removes the brake and the ship takes off at an astouding speed. A minute later, we make the jump to hyperspace, leaving behind the decadent city and its corrupted inhabitants. 

DJ then turns to face me, a smug grin on his face that spends shivers down on my spine. 

“So, about that deal we made…” 

The tingling in my stomach returns. I raise an eyebrow. “I’m not being paid in stolen ships.” 

“Yeah, I figured that out. I take it you don’t want d-d-diamonds either.” 

“That’s right.” 

“You said you wanted credits, no?” 

I usually take credits. I believe that if someone wanted to really unite the galaxy, they would have to do it using credits, the only universal thing that everybody wants. They have a value everywhere, and the First Order struggles to control them. DJ produces a considerable amount of credit chips and hands them over to me. “How much do you take?” 

But I have a better idea. 

“You know,” I begin slowly, and I know there is a wicked smile dancing on my lips, “I’ve spent the past months satisfying halfsleeping old men and too quick younger ones.  It’s been a while since someone has properly pleased me…” 

“That’s your price? I make you come and then you’re mine?” He shakes his head. “Too easy.” 

“Oh, but I haven’t mentioned the duration. You only have the length of the trip, which is – I check the flight data screen – six minutes and thirty-four seconds.” I half expect him to strip me of my clothes immediately, but to my great astonishment, he pushes some buttons on the control panel and pulls another two levers. The ship suddenly jumps out of hyperspace, the white trails of stellar light turning into the black emptiness of outer space. DJ leans towards me and gives me a knowing smirk. “You have no idea how to fly that thing, have you.” I had not thought about that at all. 

Lust darkens his eyes and he playfully adds: “Little Pearl, what is it that makes you so famous?” 

And I know he reads on my flushed face and the way I press my thighs together, trying to contain the burning fire he instils in me, that I am not wholly opposed to his idea of spending the next few hours. 

Cheeky bastard.  

And that was the end! I hope you enjoyed my story, and thanks to everyone who liked it!

[chiyohlecter]

soooooo i watched tlj last night and got home really late and felt more like sleeping rather than posting about it on here. basically here’s my thoughts:

watch the jeremy jahns spoiler review here i agree with everything he says basically

but i will break it down a little:

- poe in the beginning was ooc with the blowing up the thing, but after that he was 100% right, why the fuck didn’t purple-admiral tell everyone about her plan???? like literally when leia told poe, he was like “oh, ok good”, but when he thought there was no plan, he acted on his own to try and save everyone??? anyway yeah he was right, i love my gay son

- the finn and rose stuff. ah, i love both of those characters and i can see the bare bones of what they were trying to, but god did the execution not work. finn was made the butt of a joke at every opportunity and that was hard to watch since he was my fav new character in tfa (and dare i say the best performance) and them being made to kneel before hux and finn getting slapped was just disgusting. and rose kissing finn at the end was just??? ok w/e

- on leia, my favourite character growing up. once again she was barely in the movie, she was in a coma for most of it and aside from her reunion with luke there was nothing interesting. like her trick with flying was kinda cool, i guess, but it looked super weird, but i was fighting back tears when she was like “i know what you wanna say, my hair looks different“ (i am probably paraphrasing here, since the version accessible to me was a shitty dub)

- on luke. oh boy. first of all, him milking that sea-monster and guzzling it up will haunt my dreams, so jot that down. as i said i liked his reunion with leia. another moment i really liked was when he saw r2 and r2 showed him the recording of leia from a new hope. his opinion on the jedi was like totally right. his little astral projection trick was pretty slick. BUT do these people seriously expect me to believe that luke “i will not fight you, father“ skywalker was totally ready to murder his nephew (who at that point hasn’t even done anything bad, mind you i’m not stanning kilowatt ronald mcdonald here and i wish he died, but at that point luke would never have done that). another bad moment: luke just throwing away the lightsaber. i get why he did it, it just seemed so stupid inserting a comedic moment into something that should have been serious. like if he just didn’t take it and walked right past rey i would have been like ok cool, but he was just like “this bitch empty, yeet“. that being said i was probably the only person in the theater who actually laughed when he trolled rey with that blade of grass or w/e, so guess i just don’t have a good sense of humour or smth

- on that yoda cameo. listen the prequels ruined yoda for me. when i was a tiny child watching the original trilogy i loved him. but at this point even rewatching the ot i can’t tell if i only hate him because of the prequels or if he’s actually bad and tiny-me liked him because i thought he was cute. so anyways not a big fan of yoda, but when he called luke “young skywalker“ (i mean he did in the dub at least) i was like awww, but other than that, getting the most jedi-est jedi to burn down that tree... it should have 100% been anakin or obi wan

- on rey. wow did i not like that stuff. it felt like the whole thing was just to achieve rey and crylo teaming up in that fight. and honestly everyone is really impressed with that fight and i’m like eh, it was okay. like i liked the tfa lightsaber battle in the snow much more tbh. anyway they just didn't give her character anything really, it was all connected to kylie renner. like that scene with the infinite reys made absolutely no fucking sense whatsoever, i guess she had the one moment at the end with lifting the rocks (which was some shitty cgi btw), i just didn’t feel it, at all. and the whole thing where they set up ooo who are her parents and the answer is just, nobody? like i don’t necessarily have a problem with that, but why the setup then?

- and i guess i’ll have to talk about rylo ken sooner or later, so i’ll do it. he is still a whiny pissbaby and again he was given a chance by rey to do the right thing (as he was by han the last movie) and rejected it, again. so if i see anymore posts about redemption or if it is in episode 9 again i will fucking explode, please just stop it. he is a fucking space nazi, what’s so hard to understand about that???? his shirtless scene literally made me go blind for like 2 minutes, my gay ass didn’t deserve to see that. at least last movie he only took down his stupid mask for a limited amount of time, this movie we had to look at his ugly face the whole movie. and he was in it like a lot. and oh boy was that acting not good. like he had the same fucking expression on his face like the whole time, like srsly emilia clarke got nothing on him. the one good thing he did was force-chocking hoax and throwing him into a wall. oh and i guess killing snoke? i literally could not give a fuck about snoke...

- i guess there’s also phasma and hoax, like they are there, they are evil, there is nothing else to say about that. although i did like that finn got to end phasma and when she called him scum and he said rebel scum that was a great moment and the best one finn had in the movie

- on the porgs: literally why? at least the ewoks played into the plot. these fucked up penguins were just there to look cute, i wish chewie had actually eaten the one he roasted (if for no other reason then to make oscar isaac proud). i think the creatures on canto-bight which finn and rose rode were much cuter, if they wanted to bank on cuteness that’s where they should have went

- one thing i liked: c3po is back bitches. unlike literally everyone i ever met, i love him. and i liked luke winking at him. but: where is his red arm????

- speaking of droids, bb8. is bb8 droid jesus? like is there anything he can’t do??? like he was cute in tfa and all, but in this one he literally did everything. like why isn’t he leading the resistance???? they would win in 10 minutes???? why don’t they just make a thousand bb8s??? the first order would be obliterated instantly.

and i guess that’s it.

[taesstory]

Precognition

The ability to see into the future. The direct knowledge or perception of the future, obtained through extrasensory means. 

Kai was only 11 when he had his first Vision

“Please! Someone help me!!” A young girl scream as she was cornered in a dark ally way. She was shaking as she back into the wall, tears streaming down her face as a figure got closer to her. “No!” She screamed as the figured grabbed her and started to drag her away. “Help me!!!”

 Kai eyes snap opened as he heard the scream.  The young eleven-year boy looked around his room with scared eyes. That girl...She looked so familiar...to familiar.  Looking around his room, Kai slowly laid himself down into the sheets.  “Just a dream…It was only a dream...”

    It was not a dream…Oh but how he wished it were. Kai stared at the missing person photo that was taped onto a light pole near his school. The boy felt his lip tremble as he looked at her picture.  He did know her…She was in his class.  Nana...that was her name. She always sat in the middle row. From what Kai has always seen, Nana was always so cheerful and bight, Had a good group of friends that she was with. He wonder if they missed her...no doubt they are scared for their friend.  Kai felt his stomach churn harshly as he kept looking at the photo. He watched her get kidnapped, he watched her scream for help, he watched it all.  

“I’m...I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...Please be ok.”

  “The body of eleven year old Momo Akiyama was found in a ditch near her school 7 days after she went missing.” Kai stared at his TV as he listens to the reporter.  The boys stomach twisted before dropping the remote onto the floor. “N-No..” He felt bile go up his throat. He could not hold it in any longer as he ran into his bathroom and finally emptying his stomach. “I-I’m so…I’m so sorry..” He whispered as tears finally fell from his face.  The boy sank to the floor and started to cry. “I’m so sorry…I’m sorry I was not able to do anything…”

  A year after Kais first vision he kept seeing more of his class mates either good or bad. Thankfully they were not as extreme and no one in his class was taken since Momo but he kept getting asked why he would just sit there and why are his eyes now an ice blue.  How was a young eleven year old even supposed to answer that. That he could see visions of what was to come? As the days gone by he kept seeing more visions of people he did not even knew and it scared him.  Kai felt like he was not able to control his brain at all. He felt like he was going Crazy.  His family was starting to notice Kai moments. They could just be eating and Kai would just stop and stare into space eyes a bright blue.  He remembered how his father finally had enough and said they should send him to a mental institution seeing how to him their son was clearly crazy.   

 “What are we supposed to do? He keeps blacking out! And I’m pretty sure his eyes are not supposed to turn that blue!”

“We can’t do that to him! He needs us!”

“He needs real help. What can you even do?”

 What did she do? Kais mother ended up leaving her husband and taking Kai with her to a rather nice apartment in Tokyo. Kai knew it was hard for her to raise her son especially when he would have a vision. As the vision kept coming the more Kai would just want to hide in his room away from the world hoping he would not have to see anything again. 

  Finally Kai could not take it anymore.  Backing into a corner Kai grab his hair as tears fell down his eyes. His mother could only watch.  “Yutaka please calm down..” his mom said softly as the now sixteen year old Kai took a step back. “My dear son please..”

 “I-I can’t! They won’t go away! I don’t want this power! I don’t want it!”  Kai was heaving he cried out his words. “I just want them to go away mom!” he felt a pair of soft hands touch his cheeks forcing him to look at his mother with wet eyes.   “There is nothing wrong with you. You have a gift…You can control it my dear Yutaka but I need you to try..”  Her thumbs gently brushed his tears away. “You can use it to save people my love. You just need some pratice..But hear this. You are not a freak. You never were a freak so please. Please stop calling yourself such.”  Kai looked at his mom once more before finally breaking down and laying his head onto her shoulder as he cried softly.  She wrapped her arms around her son holding onto him. “Your going to be ok...trust me.”

  “Oi did you fall?” Asked a voice that came above him.  Kai was lying down on what felt like wet pavement.  “Come on leader..” The voice said again and a hand was held right in front off him.  He could make up the face a young man smiling down at him with soft brown hair.  As he took his hand he felt himself stand to see three more guys by him. One with blonde hair and a nose band, a other with longer dirty blonde hair and a raven haired man waiting for him.

 “Seriously Kai come on, the movie is going to start soon and we don’t want to be late.” The dirty blonde said with a rather toothy smile.  As they started to walk Kai felt himself smile before he followed after them.  “I’m coming you brats!”

  Kais eyes snapped open.  He was once again alone in his room from a dream that felt real.  At this point he knew it was not a dream but one of his visions.  Kai took his mothers words to heart, trying to control the visions and surprisingly it worked.  He would still have a random one but not as many all hitting him all the time.  This one though.  He felt like it was a message for him. Who were these four men. Why did they call him leader?  Did they have something like what he had? Sighing softly, Kai rolled onto his side getting lost in thought. Maybe this was a sign that he should find them.  Maybe he was meant to find them. They looked so close from that vision like…a family.  A smile formed on his face as he shut his eyes again. “Hope the next time I sleep I hear your guys names..”

 “Dude what are you smiling about?” Kai hummed softly as he felt a finger poke the back of his head.  “You been staring at us for a few minutes..” Ruki huffed as he poked him again. Chuckling softly, Kai reached out and ruffled Rukis brown hair. 

“Oh nothing. Just thinking about my first vision of your guys.” Kai said as he took a bite of his beef dish he made.  Uruha looked at him and cocked his head.

 “Oh? Of what?” The dirty blonde asked. 

 “Yeah come on tell us!” Reita said as he took a piece of Uruhas food only to get a small slap of his hand by Uruha.  Kai chuckled softly at the blonde haired man as he pouted at his lover. “Ow baby just ow.” “Has it at least happened yet?” Aoi asked as he took a bite from his own dish. The leader only looked at the raven-haired man before shaking his head.

“Not yet but soon I think.”

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AHHHHH it’s finally here The first bit of the Gazette Coven AU!!

Now depending on who reads it I’m gonna let you guys choose who should be next. Aoi, Reita and Uruha. I’m saving Ruki last for reasons but you guys can either on here tell me who you want next or send me an ask. This will be the same on Ao3 but I’m sticking with this AU and will write the next one faster. Please give me fed back on this please!!

[starrnobella]

Kisses in Closets

A/N: And I am finally back with something brand spanking new! I wrote this story for the @hermiones-haven Off the Beaten Path Crossover Fic Exchange. I had an awesome time writing it because it was so much fun, but I had some issues with my word count. Luckily my amazing beta, @xxdustnight88(Go read her stuff. It's amazing.), was able to help me get the word count just under the 5k maximum!

This is very much an alternate universe fic. Hermione is still magical, but I have not addressed it in this story outside of mentioning the war in her past. Oliver is still the Green Arrow, as mentioned by his past with Lian Yu and Russia. Again, this is not something I have addressed heavily with this fic. If my writing schedule allows I will be adding more to this story in surrounding pieces.

I hope that @gaeilgerua enjoys what I have done with this prompt and you all get a kick out of the humorous lines that pop up every so often.

If you enjoy the story please leave me a review!

Love always, ~starr

Prompt:

Hermione travels to England for her best friend's wedding after having been gone for years, studying and now living abroad. She's not alone.

Kinks: Banter, Escaping for some alone time and getting caught by the bride, Humor, Morning after wake up, Smut, Stressing over friend's reactions Squicks: Infidelity, Major Ron bashing, Scat, Vomit, Watersports Additional Notes: Hermione is maid of honor for Harry and Ginny's wedding. Bight, summery colours for the wedding colours and dresses. Any rating.

Ginny Molly Weasley

and Harry James Potter

joyfully invite you to share

in their happiness as they unite in marriage

on

Saturday, the twenty fourth of June

twenty thousand seventeen

at three pm.

Hermione stared at the invitation in her hand. She knew the wedding was coming up, but she hadn't realized that it was so soon. Sighing, she threw the invitation onto the island and made her way back towards the stairs of the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Oliver Queen. Quickly, she made her way up to their bedroom where she found him lying face down in the pillows sprawled out like a starfish.

She laughed to herself as she paused in the doorway to watch him for a few minutes. Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned against the frame allowing her eyes to trail over the muscles in his back and continued trailing them down until the tangled mess of blankets disrupted her view.

He looked so peaceful lying there, a small part of her just wanted to crawl back into bed and curl beside him to drift quietly back to sleep. However, the two of them had too much to do today. They had to leave their quiet apartment in Star City and travel back to the Burrow for the wedding, which was the last thing she wanted to do.

Since she left London six years ago after a nasty split from Ron, her life had taken a much simpler path. In Star City, she wasn't known as a war hero or best friend to the infamous Harry Potter. She was just simply Hermione Granger, Civil Justice with a degree from Star City University. However, she hadn't changed all that much. She still graduated top of her class, and she was seemingly smarter than her classmates. It was nice to just be the smart one for once.

She met Oliver about half way through her freshman year in one of her Civil Justice courses. She remembered walking in and seeing him sitting in the back row with a few others, laughing and having a good old time. It hadn't taken long before she was included in that circle of friends after the professor paired them together to work on a case. It had been nice, for once, to find someone who was willing to work together on a project rather than dumping all of the work into her own lap.

A low groan coming from the bed drew Hermione out of her thoughts and her eyes followed the movements of the muscles in Oliver's back as he slowly rolled himself onto his back in the middle of the bed. She watched as he rubbed his hands over his face before stretching his arms above his head as he yawned. As he slowly lowered his hands away from his face, Hermione smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Hey you," he mumbled lazily as he sat up on the bed.

"Hey sleepyhead," Hermione laughed, pushing away from the doorframe as she walked over to the bed and took a seat in the empty space beside him. She leaned in, kissing him softly before resting her arm on Oliver's leg. She smiled softly at him.

"You were up early this morning," he replied, yawning again before leaning back against the pillows behind him.

"I couldn't sleep any longer," she laughed. "Besides, even if I would have wanted to come back to bed, someone had already taken over my side." She bit her lip to keep from smiling as she quirked her brow at him.

Oliver shrugged, "I wasn't going to let the empty space go to waste. Move your feet, lose your sleep." He stuck his tongue out at her and reached out to squeeze her hand gently. "Are you ready for this weekend?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," she replied with a sigh. "Let's go get some breakfast."

. . . . . . .

She looked at the invitation laying on the table and sighed as she reached for it. She skimmed it over for the umpteenth time before tossing it back at the table and sighing even louder. There was a small part of her that had no desire to go. However, there was also a large part of her that wanted to go back to London and show them all that she was happy. She could tell from Ginny's letters that she was worried about her. There had to be a way to get out it. Maybe Ginny and Harry could elope! She needed to write Ginny right away.

"We don't have to go," Oliver whispered, kissing the top of head before walking over to the counter to pour himself a cup of coffee.

Hermione tipped her head up at the sound of his voice and smiled softly. "Yes we do," she laughed, "I'm the maid of honour."

"So?" he replied with a shrug taking a sip of his coffee. "You could always just say you got sick and couldn't fly overseas. Or something."

She tossed her head back with a laugh. "I don't think Ginny would like that very much. She'd either postpone the wedding or move it here."

"And that would be bad because...?" Oliver asked, trailing off as he waited for her to perk up with an answer. The look he got in response brought a smile to his face and he stuck his tongue out. This caused her to roll her eyes.

"Just wait until you meet her. Then you'll see what it's a bad idea," Hermione replied as she pushed the chair away from the table and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist to rest her head on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in tight as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. Nuzzling his nose into her hair he felt her relax as she let out a sigh. "I'm sure it won't be that bad. I'm actually looking forward to meeting your friends," he mumbled into the top of her head.

Hermione chuckled before turning her head to look up at him. "You say that now," she replied, "but you'll change your mind when we get to London."

Oliver leaned down and kissed her softly before looking at the clock on the wall in their kitchen. "Speaking of London," he said, nodding towards the wall.

Hermione looked at the clock and sighed yet again. "I guess that means we need to finish packing."

Oliver smiled and kissed her before moving the pair of them backwards to the stairs leading to their bedroom. Hermione laughed as they almost fell up the stairs before releasing her hold of him and making a mad dash upstairs to finish packing.

. . . . . . . .

Hermione's mind seemed to be running a million miles a minute as the plane prepared for take-off. She was running through the list of things that she had to accomplish before the evening's events. It seemed as though every time she thought of said list, she added fifteen more things to it. If she would have known how much work being the maid of honour was going to be, she would have told Ginny no when she asked.

She needed to pick her dress up from the cleaners as well as gather Ginny's wedding dress from the bridal shoppe. She was even responsible for gathering the wedding rings from the jewelers. Harry didn't exactly trust Ron not to lose them, so she'd been tasked with picking up both rings.

Once they got to the Burrow, she was going to have to deal with an ambush of people asking her about life abroad and her love life. She looked over at Oliver and smiled. She was excited to show him around London, but at the same time, she was not looking forward to introducing him to her friends and her ex-boyfriend in particular. The rehearsal dinner tomorrow was going to be interesting, of that she could be sure.

"I can hear the gears turning all the way over here," Oliver said with a laugh, reaching over to take her hand in his squeezing tightly.

Hermione laughed as she squeezed his hand back and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "That's because they are working in overdrive," she whispered before resting her head on his shoulder.

Oliver laughed and kissed the top of her head before resting his cheek against the top of her head as the pilot came over the intercom.

"The skies are clear and we have been cleared for take-off. It is approximately 3:50 PM central standard time and we are expected to land in Heathrow around 5:50 AM Greenwich mean time. Please fasten your seat belts as we prepare for take-off."

"I just hope they like you," Hermione mumbled under her breath as she moved back into her seat and buckled the belt in front of her. She reached back over and took Oliver's hand as she leaned her head back against the seat before the plane took off. She could worry about it all again when they landed.

. . . . . . . .

"Hermione, if we don't leave now we're going to be late getting to the Burrow," Oliver called as he adjusted his tie in the mirror of the living room of their hotel suite. He was met with an unusual silence, so he stepped away from the mirror taking one step in the direction of the closed bedroom door. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll be out in a - son of a.."

Crash!

In a matter of seconds, Oliver was inside the bedroom and found Hermione laying on the floor just outside of the closet with her shoe a few feet away from her. He bit his lip to keep from laughing as he knelt down to offer her a hand up off the floor. Huffing, she took the hand extended to her and allowed him to help her.

"Thanks," she grumbled as she brushed her hands over the front of her dress, refusing to meet his eyes.

Oliver cupped her cheek with his hand and tilted her chin up to look at him. He smiled sweetly at her and the tension seemed to fade from her face as she returned his smile. He looked her over quickly to make sure that there wasn't any blood before he pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his lips to her temple.

"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning back to look at her once more.

Hermione nodded. "I'm alright. I just fell over trying to put my shoe on."

"Okay," Oliver replied. He allowed his eyes to travel length of her body once more. "You look amazing."

"So do you," Hermione blushed, trailing her eyes up and down his body. "Are you sure we don't have like ten extra minutes?"

Oliver smirked as he watched her crawl her fingers up his chest as he shook his head. "Nope. Can't have the maid of honour being late to the wedding rehearsal. What would the bride say?" he laughed.

Hermione rolled her eyes before pressing her lips against his for a chaste kiss. As she pulled away she slipped her hand in his and pulled him towards the door, stopping beside her shoe to slip it on with one hand.

"Maybe we do have five spare minutes…" Oliver hummed as he eyes trailed over her body as she was bent at the waist.

She laughed and shook her head. "Nope," she quipped. "Don't want to piss off the bride the day before the wedding."

Winking at him and laughing as he hung his head with a sigh, Hermione straightened back up and squeezed his hand before leading him out of their hotel room.

. . . . . . . .

"Good Godric! She does exist!" a familiar voice announced as Hermione walked through the gate at the Burrow. She paused as she waited for Oliver to close the gate behind them before saying anything to her friends. She couldn't help chuckling when she noticed the difficulty Pansy was having picking her jaw back up off the ground after catching a glimpse of Oliver.

"And she brought some arm candy," Pansy finally managed to say as Hermione and Oliver joined the group. She extended a hand to him with a smile beaming from her face. "Hello, I'm Pansy Parkinson and who might you be?"

Oliver laughed as he took the hand offered to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Pansy. My name is Oliver Queen."

"Oliver Queen," Pansy hummed before turning to Hermione and crossing her arms over her chest. "And why have we not heard anything about an Oliver Queen?"

"It's great to see you too, Pansy," Hermione remarked, offering a hug which Pansy accepted with a laugh. "I've been a tad bit busy with school and getting to know Oliver, of course."

Hermione greeted her other friends that were standing there and caught up about life over the last six years. It also gave Hermione's friends a chance to find out all the juicy details of Hermione's relationship with Oliver, or at least the details that the couple was happy to share.

Oliver kept a hand snugly placed around Hermione's waist holding her close to his side as the conversation progressed. Every so often, Hermione would curl into his embrace and rest her head on his shoulder as she listened to her friends.

So far it seemed that the fellow bridesmaids had taken a liking to Oliver. It felt as though a giant weight had been lifted off Hermione's chest and she could enjoy the rest of the trip without worrying too much about her relationship. It meant that she could focus on the whole reason she was here.

"Where's the lucky bride to be?" Hermione asked during what seemed to be a lull in the conversation.

"She should be here any minute," Luna replied. "I think Ron was bringing the soon-to-be newlyweds."

"Oh," she mumbled, biting her lip in thought gently. "Should I have offered to pick her up since the bride and groom aren't supposed to see each other before the wedding?"

Oliver studied her face out of the corner of his eye. He knew that Ron was her ex-boyfriend and he knew that things hadn't ended well between the two of them, but that was all he really knew. Ron was one of the few topics from Hermione's past that she wasn't quite ready to talk about with anyone, no matter how much she trusted them. The other was her experience being involved in the war as she explained it. It was similar to his time on Lian Yu and in Russia. There were just situations that no one else needed to think about.

Gently, he pulled her closer into him and kissed the top of her head. She looked up and smiled before returning her focus back to her friends as Pansy spoke up.

"Ron and Harry were working late, so they just swung past Harry and Ginny's flat for Harry to change. It made the most sense for Ginny just to come in with them. She's staying here tonight," Pansy replied. "We were talking about making it a bridal party sleepover."

Hermione nodded and laughed. "You know that could be fun, but my dress and clothes for tomorrow are back at our hotel room…" she began before Oliver cut her off.

"I can run back to the hotel and gather some of your stuff for you if you want to spend the night here," he suggested with a smile.

"Really?" she asked, her eyes lighting up brighter than all the stars in the sky above them.

Oliver laughed and kissed her softly on the lips. "Of course. While you practice walking down an aisle, I'll gather your stuff and be back in plenty of time for dinner."

"Thank you," she whispered before pressing her lips to his again. A chorus of ooos and aahs chimed in the background until the couple pulled apart.

"Ladies, it was a pleasure meeting you. I will see you all in a little while," Oliver announced before placing one last kiss on Hermione's cheek, resulting in slightest shade of pink to tint her cheeks as she watched him walk away.

"He does have a great arse," Pansy said, tossing her head back with a laugh. "Alright, Granger, he's gone. Spill the details, especially the dirty ones."

Hermione laughed and just as she was about to remark on the crudeness of Pansy's comment, she heard Ginny's voice calling at her from the gate. She turned to the youngest Weasley running towards her with her arms open wide. Hermione braced herself for impact.

"Three...two...on-" Hermione huffed as Ginny's body collided with her own, knocking the wind out her momentarily and just slightly off balance. The two stumbled a step or two to the right and to the left before regaining their stance.

"I'm so happy you are here!" Ginny practically shouted in Hermione's ear.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," Hermione assured her, squeezing her childhood friend tightly before leaning back with a smile.

Harry approached them tentatively and placed a hand on Ginny's shoulder. She turned to look at him and smiled before stepping out of the way for him to say hello to an old friend.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck with a smile. "Hello, Harry."

"It's so good to see you, Hermione. It's been far too long," he said, embracing his best friend.

"It's good to see you too. I'm sorry it's been so long. Honestly, time just got away from me with classes and everything," Hermione replied, slowly leaning back from Harry and stepping back to stand beside Ginny.

She noticed a familiar head of auburn hair walking through the gate and took a deep breath. She knew he'd be here. He was the best man after all. She just had to remind herself that Oliver would be back soon to distract from any future confrontation with her ex-boyfriend. Luckily for her, Ginny pulled her aside to join the other bridesmaids as Harry gathered the groomsmen on the other side of the yard.

"So, Hermione, was that your new mystery man that I saw leaving a few moments ago?" Ginny asked with a gleefully look upon her face as she wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulder.

Hermione tossed her head back with a laugh. "Yes, that would be Oliver. I'll introduce you two when he gets back. He went to gather my stuff from the hotel so I could stay here tonight, if that's okay with you?"

The sound that Ginny made next was barely human as she tossed her arms around Hermione, squeezing her tight and shaking her from side to side. All Hermione could do in response was laugh.

"Alright ladies and gents," George announced as he walked out of the house, "Let's get this practice shindig on the road so that we can eat!"

. . . . . . . .

"Now that we know everyone knows how to walk in a straight line and can stand in their assigned spots, let's eat!" George cheered happily as they all entered the tent that had been set up in the back yard for tomorrow's festivities. He made a mad dash for the food, until he heard his mother's voice from behind him.

"George Fabian Weasley! You will wait your turn and let Harry and Ginny get their food first!" Molly shouted, waving her finger at her eager son.

George sighed as he retreated away from the food. As Ginny and Harry approached the table, he directed them in front of him rather animatedly before looking back over his shoulder at his mother with the fakest smile she had ever seen.

She rolled her eyes and ushered the rest of the bridal party to go through the line before she would allow George to start loading up his plate. She had been cooking for him long enough to know that if she would let him lead the line, there wouldn't be enough food to feed the rest of the family.

As dinner continued on, it came time for the inevitable question and answer session Hermione had been hoping to avoid. Although, she was looking forward to introducing her friends to the man who had captured her heart. She noticed that Ginny had been watching her and Oliver interact out of the corner of her eye. She also noticed the smile that Ginny had on her face as she watched them. That was until the fiery redhead disappeared from view.

Just as Hermione looked up to glance around the tent for her best friend, Ginny appeared in the seat beside her with a smile beaming brightly from her face. Hermione laughed to herself momentarily. How she thought she'd be able to make it through the entire rehearsal without the best friend interview was beyond her at this point.

"Hello, Ginny," Hermione chuckled as she turned in her chair to face Ginny. She smiled when she felt Oliver's hand on the small of her back. Leaning back, she rested her head against his shoulder. Oliver's hand slipped around her waist and found rest on her thigh.

Ginny smiled briefly before reaching for Oliver's hand. "Hi, my name is Ginny Weasley, soon to be Potter, and you are?"

"Oliver Queen. It's a pleasure to be here for your wedding," he replied, shaking her hand gently before returning back to Hermione's lap.

"The pleasure is mine to have you here to help us celebrate. I'm just glad I finally got to meet Hermione's mystery man," Ginny laughed, pushing playfully on Hermione's knee.

Hermione laughed and extended her foot to kick Ginny gently in the shin. "You would have gotten to meet him eventually. We just haven't had time to come and visit, but we're here now."

"Yes, you are and you two make a lovely couple!" Molly chimed in as she rested a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I do believe it is time for everyone to disperse for the night, my dear."

Hermione sighed and tipped her head back to kiss Oliver softly. "I guess that means I will see you in the morning. Thank you for grabbing my things for me."

Oliver pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered," You'll just have to make it up to me later."

He winked at her as she leaned forward rising from her seat. She leaned down and kissed him once more.

"I love you," she mouthed, blowing him a kiss before joining the group of ladies heading into the Burrow.

. . . . . . . .

"Friends, family, and loved ones. Welcome," the priest began. "We are gathered here today to witness the holy matrimony of a very special couple…"

As he continued to speak, Hermione took a moment to look around the tent. She was amazed at how beautiful everything looked. All of the girls stayed up way too late trying to put the last minute decorations in place so that everything looked perfect for the main event. It wasn't like any of them could sleep anyways. They were all too excited for Ginny and Harry to start their new life together.

Every so often she would catch the eye of someone in the crowd and they would smile and nod at her, then allowing her gaze to carry on to the next smiling face. That was until her sights had landed on Oliver. His steely blue eyes met hers and they both smiled. The warmth she felt on her cheeks caused her giggle softly to herself, as though she was a school-girl flirting with her crush for the first time.

She couldn't help thinking about how handsome Oliver looked in his suit with and tie. It wasn't often that she got to see him all dressed up. Something she decided that she needed to see more often.

Hermione heard the Priest begin the vows and directed her attention back to the ceremony. She pushed aside the inappropriate thoughts she was having of Oliver and forced herself to listen to the beautiful vows that her two best friends had written for one another.

. . . . . . . .

"That dress looks amazing on you," Oliver whispered into Hermione's ear, sneaking up behind her as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist. He kissed her temple softly.

She smiled and leaned back against him, sighing contently as his hands met and pulled her back flush against his body. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes for a few moments before turning her head to face him and press her lips gently to his. "Not nearly as good as that tux makes you look," she hummed, wetting her lips as she pulled away from his.

Oliver leaned down and kiss the top of her nose, eliciting a small giggle from Hermione before both of them turned their attention to the pictures that were being taken in front of them. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel room," he mumbled.

"Why's that?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Because," Oliver said, pausing to kiss her softly, "I can't wait to see how that dress looks in a pretty aqua pile on the floor while I have my way with you on the bed." He pressed his lips to hers again, gently brushing his tongue along the seam of her lips. Her lips parted to allow his tongue to slide over hers for a few moments.

As she pulled away, she brushed her tongue of her lips and smirked. She interlaced her fingers in his and pulled him quickly towards the house. "Who says we have to wait until later?"

. . . . . . . .

"Has anyone seen Hermione?" Ginny asked when she and Harry had re-joined the group after taking a few photos of just the two of them.

No one seemed to have an answer and basically brushed the question aside. They were all engrossed in their own conversations.

Ginny huffed rather loudly before walking away from the group and into the house to look for her maid of honour. The others looked at each and shrugged, but ultimately returned to their conversations.

Harry and Ron exchanged a concerned glance, but brushed it off. It was better to let Ginny handle it than for either of them to step into the middle of it.

As Ginny walked through the kitchen, she noticed the closet door off to the side of the room was closed. She couldn't remember a time in her life ever seeing that door closed. So she walked over to the door and took a chance on where her maid of honour had disappeared to for a few moments.

Pressing her ear softly to the door, she confirmed her suspicion and laughed quietly to herself. Ginny took a deep breath before she rapped her knuckles against the door. "Sorry for the interruption, but I was wondering if I could get some pictures with my maid of honour before we joined everyone at the party?"

"Shit!" Ginny heard the voices cry in unison before she heard the familiar sounds of clothing being pulled back into place.

She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest as she waited for the door to open. A wicked smirk appeared on her face when she heard mumbled voices coming through the door before it clicked opened a minute or so later. Hermione was the first one to step out.

"My, my, my. What do we have here?" Ginny singsonged. "Hermione and Oliver hiding in the closet! K-i-s-s-i-n-g!"

Hermione blushed and quickly peeked over her shoulder at Oliver, who was following close behind her, re-adjusting his tie and jacket. Ginny hadn't missed the sudden change of color to Hermione's face or the smile Oliver was wearing.

"Oh!" Ginny exclaimed. "It was more than kissing?"

Hermione brushed her hands along the front of her dress as she turned back to face her friend. She paused, taking a deep breath before painting a smile on her face. "You mentioned something about taking some photos?"

Hermione reached back and grabbed Oliver's hand as the couple walked away from the closet. As they walked, Hermione heard Ginny start to laugh. She spun on her heels and quirked a brow at her friend. "What's so funny?"

"You may want to fix the back of your dress. Unless you want everyone to see your knickers…" Ginny hummed as she walked past the couple. "Or lack thereof."

. . . . . . . .

Everyone gathered early the next morning in the Weasleys' kitchen for a delicious breakfast before they shipped the happy newlyweds off on their honeymoon. Groggily, Hermione and Oliver were the last to arrive back at the Burrow after the late night.

"Good morning, everyone," Hermione said cheerfully as she and Oliver walked into the kitchen hand in hand. As she looked around the table, she noticed the only pair of seats left available around the table were right in front of the closet Ginny had found the lovebirds in the night before.

"Good morning, you two," Ginny hummed sweetly. "I saved you both some seats." She patted her hand gently on the open chair beside her with a sweet smile on her face.

"Gee thanks," Hermione scoffed with a laugh, rolling her eyes at her best friend as she and Oliver walked around the table to take their seats.

After they were seated, Ginny leaned over to Hermione. "I just thought, in case you and Oliver were up for round two, then you wouldn't need to go too far," Ginny whispered as she wrapped her arm around Hermione and squeezed her tight.

Both girls burst out laughing, warranting a concerned look from all of their friends. However, every time either one of them tried to speak, all that came out was more laughter.

It would be a visit that Hermione, Oliver, and Ginny would never forget.

[ksaysthings]

Yuri on Ice ~unfinished soulmate colours AU~ Contains Spoilers (Duh)

Colours are love, they are the display of love. Sometimes they happen so slowly you don't even realise they are happening. Sometimes they happen for plutonic relationships. Sometimes they just happen. 

Viktor knows when it happens for him. He's been in love, he's been smitten, he's been heart broken and he's fiercely loved people who have never looked his way. Asking about colours is rude, but the more obnoxious make a show of all their skills, some lie to test, some just aren't thinking. Viktor has seen and lost his colours more time than he cares to remember. Soulmates is the popularised jargon the media shouts about. Soulmates. The perfect pair, the perfect love. If you meet ‘The One” you'll get the whole spectrum. Or so it's said. Viktor has ben in love multiple times, seen many different colours, but he thinks the idolised rubbish is just that.

  "Use this test to see if you've found your soulmate." Mila shoves the phone in his face. "What do you think Viktor, you can see them all?" Viktor doesn't feel like answering the rude question. He's been colour bind for the last four years. Barely a blip of red when he and Chris had slipped out back after a gala and explored the drunken possibilities. Chris had rubbed his hands through Viktor’s hair with a smile that said he wasn't sure what to think of it. "Well, you brightened my world," Chris replied, chose not to kiss him and they parted ways on good terms.

Colours are love, one sided, reciprocated, obsessive. Colours are deceptive and tricky. And the colours have driven sane men (and women) insane. The way society tells it if you aren't seeing them you aren't making the effort; you aren't right in the head. The reality Viktor knows is that love is inconsistent. Even a husband of ten years might not brighten the world around you some days.

Some people have a better time of it than him, Viktor knows. He thinks Chris might live in an ever changing kaleidoscope of colours, but Chris loves easily, himself more than others, but he's free with his love for everyone else as well. Viktor stares at the monotones of an artwork on his wall and wonders if he'll ever actually know what it looks like. Four years is a long drought between falling in love. He isn't even sure if he's smiled in the last four years. Even standing on the podium there'd been an empty space where he's emotions should have been. He’d felt more watching the other skaters than he did when on the ice himself and even then it had been a blip, momentary and passing.

So it happens suddenly. He's not even sure what triggers it. One moment he's filming Yuri Katsuki being the most co-ordinated drunk he's ever seen, enjoying the break from the usual formality and the ridiculousness of the whole situation. And the next he's been willingly pulled into the fray, trying to copy dance moves he’s not encountered before, and the world alights with the rainbow. Viktor is blown away, misses a step and the next moment he's been led in the dance, dipped by this crazy Japanese boy who came dead last but is smiling like he's forgotten all of that. If colours could get brighter Viktor is sure they would have. He lets himself revel in it. Lets himself enjoy the most ridiculous night of his life, laughing and clapping and taking as many photos as he can because these photos, he'll know what the colours looked like.

It will be fleeting, this moment, so Viktor takes it for what it is.

He gets pulled away early, his coach ruffled about the commotion, and he's nearly at the door when Yuri Katsuki plasters himself across his front. The boys been made aware of his escape somehow, and makes the most ludicrous pleas and body undulations. Viktor is struck then with the knowledge that he wouldn't mind taking the other man to bed. That he wants to be drunk and carefree as well so that there's no press of morals weighing down on him. If he were drunk, if they were on equal footing, if his coach wasn't standing there glaring while Yuuri Plisetsky had an aneurysm, he knows he'd wake up in the morning wrapped around this ridiculous gorgeous (even drunk and starry-eyed) man and the world would be bright and alive and maybe he could drag it out some more. Take him to lunch, miss his flight, take him to dinner, then breakfast all over again until his heart settled and died back down. Until the colours were just a faded lustre seeping into greys.

This kind of man, this kind of attraction, it didn't last. Viktor had had enough flings to know a brief one when he saw one. But he was willing, eager, and completely incapable of following it through.

"See you next season, Yuri Katsuki." He'd offers instead, maybe too soft for such a short meeting, but Yuri's antics distract from any tone he might have regrated others hearing.

In his room that night, vivid, alive, staring out across the city and even in the darkness seeing the flashes of colour and life, Viktor would scroll and check his messages and although he had regrets, looking at the photos of Chris and Yuri on the pole made him feel more secure in his choice to be taken out of there. Yuri Katsuki was a dangerous man, the kind of man who could sweep people off their feet. Yuri Katsuki probably didn't do breakfast the morning after, or he did it with a sort of casual ease of practice. Despite this Viktor saved every photo Chris sent him, and later wondered why Chris had sent them at all.

Viktor doesn't realise he's in trouble until ‘the video’ emerges a few months later. His colours faded as quickly as they had come, another black and white loveless fool wandering the streets. And sometimes he'd think about that night, look at the photos of the first night in so long where he'd felt alive and challenged, and there'd be a flicker of red, or orange in the corner of his eye. And sometimes when he crawled into bed and thought about the other man while he let himself go the world would break into starbursts of colours and he'd pant them in and be glad Yuri Katsuki had disappeared into obscurity. Because the only skate of his Viktor had seen was the Grand Prix Finale and that had been a disaster of failure, so much that Viktor wasn't sure how the man had gotten into the top six in the world. And he’d probably never see the man again.

But he was in trouble, he knew, when Mila sent him a link with a smiley face and he'd opened it to find Yuri Katsuki skating a perfect program. Heavyset, for a skater, alone late at night in a rink that looked neglected, practice clothes, and his eyes soft and unfocused as he preformed perfect jump after perfect step after perfect jump. one after another. Nothing of the incompetent man who hadn't belonged in the top six, nothing of the man who had swaggered in and tried to steal Viktor away at the Gala. This man was another creature entirely, stunning, beautiful, ethereal. Viktor watched it again and again, curled up with Makkachin, eyes stinging with the strain, and when he looked up there were greens on his wall, and when he made a cup of tea, the water was brown, and when he opened the fridge the light was yellowed and bight. And the more he thought about it, the more he tried to put these two Yuri Katsuki's together, the flagrant flirt and the soft edged ghost, the more he stalled and failed. 

Wild seductress, confident, alive, ambivalent to consequences, and beautiful, serene, hidden away from everyone, skating like the best of them, but somehow incapable of doing it when eyes where turned his way.

 By the time his mind was made up to do something crazy, the painting on his wall was colourful and bright, and he could see it clashed horribly with the room at large. In a fit of pique, he threw it out, then he booked his flights.