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[itadooori]

hobo era gi-hun my beloved

[rainydayathogwarts]

Off limits pt.3 - remus lupin

summary: when sirius sees you kissing his best friend, he decides to have his first real conversation with you in two years, and you finally reveal what life has been like for you and regulus after he left. wc: 1.1k+ pt.1 \\ pt.2

No matter how much you increased your pace, the volume of Sirius’s footsteps never subsided, hinting that your brother was right on your tail. A harsh call of your name had you wincing, finally stopping in your tracks. There was no pretending you hadn’t heard his angry call of your name. Spinning around with an unimpressed expression on your face, you crossed your arms over your chest as Sirius continued stepping towards you, even when you deemed him too close. His hand wrapped around your bicep, and he tugged you along with him to a dark, secluded area, underneath a spiralling staircase.

Now you were scared.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tall, scar-faced boy round the corner into the corridor, following you and Sirius. Sirius let go of your bicep with a push that had you stumbling back a couple of steps, feeling your back grazing the wall behind you.

“I fucking understand if you want to fuck with me, or make my life miserable, but keep my friends out of it!” You scoffed at Sirius’s words, nodding slowly at him. “Of course you think it’s all about you. Sirius, I don’t. Fucking. Care. About you.” Your brother laughed loudly, gesturing to the invisible audience, and the one boy he didn’t know was listening from behind the staircase. “You don’t fucking care about me. Then why the fuck are you playing around with Remus’s feelings?”

“I’m not playing with Remus’s feelings! I like him! I fucking like him so much, you dumbass!” Sirius took a step back at your sudden outburst, watching with wide eyes as a shiny layer of fresh tears appeared over your eyes. “You’re the reason I haven’t made a move on him sooner! Because I know you hate me! I know you don’t want me near you or your friends!” You inhaled deeply, ignoring the angry tears that silently rolled down your cheeks, wiping them off your face aggressively.

“You-you actually like him?” Sirius spoke in almost a whisper, guilt immediately painting his features. You nodded wordlessly. “I know you want nothing to do with me and Regulus. We’ve known that since you left us. But fuck Sirius, we don’t hate you for it. We hate you for the way you treat us. As though we agree with mum and dad. As though we’ve shown you that we’ve hated you all our lives. Your bullshit behaviour towards us has all been under some delusion that we are happy you’re gone.”

Sirius was silent, spluttering as he took in your words. You’d spoken as though you had a confession, afraid to tell him he was being delusional before. Suddenly, Sirius felt bad. For how he yelled at you now, for how he’s treated you and Regulus for the past two years. He was supposed to be your big brother, your protector. He’d been everything but that.

“Regulus and I aren’t brave like you Sirius. But we also aren’t as treacherous. I would never leave Regulus on his own, even if that meant sacrificing what was left of our relationship. But just because we don’t have a relationship now, doesn’t mean I cannot be involved with people you know. Remus likes me and I like him. And I’m going to go out with him whether you like it or not. If you’re so insecure about your friendship with him, maybe you should speak to him, not me.”

Remus rubbed his eyes from where he hid behind the staircase, not expecting for this confrontation to get so emotional. He dragged his feet over to where you and Sirius stood underneath the staircase, crossing both his arms over his chest. “Oh my god.” You gasped, turning away from Remus to wipe away at your wet cheeks. You glanced at your reflection in the glass window, wiping smudged mascara away from underneath your lower lashes.

You turned back around to find your brother and his best friend stood in the exact same position, neither of them moving, just staring at each other. “We’ve been sitting next to each other in potions all year. That’s how - no one went behind your back, Sirius.” Remus finally spoke, a disappointed look in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me? I only asked about a hundred times!” You gulped as the volume of Sirius’s voice increased again, betrayal evident in his voice.

Remus scoffed in amusement, gesturing an arm between the two of you. “Sirius, do you remember what you said to me at Hogsmeade? Don’t fall for her tricks, she’s just trying to get to me! Why would I tell you, when the entire time you were so convinced she was doing it for you?”

Sirius immediately seemed sheepish, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “I seem to have misjudged the situation.” He admitted, looking between you and Remus, but you weren’t looking at him. Why was it so easy for him to admit his mistake to Remus, but he had to be stubborn when it came to you? Sirius called your name, the soft tone of voice sounding alien to you. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t realise I hurt you and Regulus so much.”

No response.

He sighed. A part of him was still angry at you, his thoughts clouded by his own defensive judgements. But you had the right to be mad at him, furious even. He knew he would be too. Sirius decided he would give you time to deal with your feelings, trying to regain your trust through his actions. But for now? Well, he decided to leave you with someone you actually trusted.

Sirius walked away, letting Remus take a few steps towards you, cupping your cheeks softly. “Hey, look at me.” You followed his instruction, meeting his worried eyes. “Are you okay?” You nodded, sniffling softly as your eyes filled with tears once more. “I wasn’t planning on letting you seeing me cry, like, ever.” You muttered, deciding to opt out of ‘so we’re going to have to get married then’.

He laughed softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. “It’s good to start a relationship with trust, isn’t it?” Humming softly, you brought your hands up to grip the bottom of his jumper. Remus leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You sighed in satisfaction, pressing yourself on your tippy toes as your eyes fluttered shut. One of Remus’s arms wrapped around your waist to steady you and you brought a hand to the back of his neck. His lips parted from yours for a short moment to admire at you fondly.

“I don’t want this relationship to involve my brother, please.” You said, voice quiet. Remus chuckled half-heartedly as an uncomfortable image formed in his mind.

“Yeah, I really don’t want this relationship to involve your brother either. You know, I’m expecting us to be the only two people on our dates.”

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[mstase]

🤱🏻 Moon & Mother

the moon in your birth chart can offer insights into the mother’s personality and your relationship with her ~ 🌙

SUN-MOON: your mother is confident and direct, likely pushing you to toughen up and build confidence, shaping your identity and the way you carry yourself. however, this encouragement may come across as controlling, as she may have a specific image or standard she wants you to meet. this could create tension as you navigate between fulfilling her expectations and developing your own individuality. at times, she might seem arrogant and boastful, adding complexity to the dynamic

MERCURY-MOON: your mother is talkative, expressive, and enjoys logical discussions, but she can be critical, nitpicking, and lacks tact in communication. she values rationality over sensitivity and may often disregard or overlook your feelings. you might find yourself having frequent verbal arguments with her, but also chitchats. overall, her influence on you is significant, shaping how you think and communicate and likely instilling a preference for logic and directness.

VENUS-MOON: your mother is charming, sociable, and probably popular. her ability to effortlessly get her way into people has influenced you, leading you to believe that charm can make life smoother. despite your mother’s appealing qualities, there may be a two-faced and shallow side to her. your relationship with her is probably good, with few arguments, unless other aspects say otherwise. she played a significant role in shaping how you approach making connections and socializing.

MARS-MOON: your mother’s assertiveness and impatience, coupled with struggles in expressing emotions, likely resulted in frequent outbursts. her combative and defensive nature might have contributed to a home environment marked by conflicts and arguments. in response to this, you may have developed a heightened sense of alertness and the tendency to react quickly to diffuse or navigate such situations. your mother’s influence shaped the way you deal with emotions, leaning towards an aggressive approach

JUPITER-MOON: your mother is joyful, open-minded, and generous. however, her indulgent nature suggests a tendency to be overly lenient. your mother’s strong and dramatic reactions suggest that she responds intensely to various situations. perhaps she easily takes things personally and often makes small things a big deal. she may have influenced your wisdom, religious, and philosophical views, as well as your general outlook on life.

SATURN-MOON: your mother could have been emotionally guarded and strict, but she was also diligent and hardworking. early on in life, you were given a strong sense of responsibility, as your mother may have been preoccupied with her other duties. the bond between you two is serious and reserved, marked by limited displays of affection. growing up in an emotionally distant family taught you how to manage your emotions without support, which led you to develop emotional resilience.

URANUS-MOON: it seems that your mother exhibits moodiness and emotional distance, indicating a potential absence or distance in your relationship. childhood experiences marked by changes and unpredictability may have contributed to the inconsistency in your connection with her. despite this, she instilled in you a sense of independence and the ability to handle your own things. however, growing up, you may have likely felt like the odd one out in the family.

NEPTUNE-MOON: this can suggest that your mother may have been absent, either physically or emotionally, perhaps due to substance use or illness. another possibility is that she experienced abuse, and you had to bear the weight of her suffering, making you very sensitive to her emotions. despite your mother’s selflessness and compassion, there’s a deceptive side to her, meaning you might not have fully understood the true depth of her nature as you grew older.

PLUTO-MOON: your mother possesses a complex mix of traits, as she is both deeply loving and controlling. this can make you feel suffocated because she switches between being affectionate and dominating, showing strong and unpredictable emotions. it creates a storm in your relationship with her, sometimes leaving you confused as to why she acts that way. the power struggles you have with her add to the overwhelming feeling of conflicting forces in your relationship.

this is based on my observation & interpretation. take what resonates 💜 @mstase

[killishin]

JEALOUS

pairing : damian x reader

warning : some jealousy

category : fluff

author's note : okay my exams are over ( for now ) and im writing after like a year so if there's any mistakes , forgive me. Also first time writing damian , or any dc chara so sorry if there's anything wrong. enjoy :)

parties , gathering were never your place and neither his. the league had decided to have a gathering of all heroes and as much as you would rather be in your room sleeping , there's free food here.

that's the reason you tell everyone.

If you were being honest , you still weren't gonna come but a certain recent argument with Damian , your oh so understanding boyfriend , had you in a mood of mischief. You wanted to do something to annoy him , as childish as it sounds for someone who has the status of hero , you just had to.

Initially both of you had decided not to go but then just today morning you told him you were going. you laugh when you remember the disbelief that was on his face.

" Fine. Go. " was all he said back then and you thought that would be it. He would be sulking away in his own solitude.

But he came , with that same brooding face which for a moment melted away when he met your eyes , when he saw you looking absolutely gorgeous , but it was quickly replaced by a scowl when he saw you smirking.

You knew how much he hated crowds so having him go through one was utmost peak revenge.

( he has a huge soft spot for you but he wasn't gonna concede so easily. )

He saw you the whole night talking away , laughing with your friends and the strangers that approached you. He saw how everyone hung onto every word you said and get lost in the spark in your eyes , just like he did.

" Trouble in paradise?" Jon said and smirked when Damian ignored him. Jon saw how he was glaring daggers on the people talking to you.

It was simply comical to him how big of a hold you have on Damian. So he decided to just tease. just a little.

" Oh boy did you see the way the guy laughed?? He's totally trying on her. Is it just me or is he inching towards her?? Man you gotta do something or he'll take awa-"

And that was enough to set off Damian as put down his glass on the bar and went striding off to where you were , leaving Jon smirking wide.

You were enjoying your conversation with the new people you met , but you can't lie it was getting tiring now. Your social battery was running out and maybe right now all you need is a quiet corner and him. Just the bliss of his presence.

And thankfully, you were rescued.

Damian came right in the middle of the conversation, put his hand on your lower back gently before looking at everyone else with his usual glare, although you swear you could see the anger in his eyes.

" I apologise but we need to be somewhere. " He said and started directing you away from the crowd but he stopped in between and glanced back at the guy who was hitting on you.

" Back off , 's all I'll say." His voice held a warning that only an idiot would miss and your eyes slightly widened at his outburst.

But when your eyes met with Jon who was reeling from the scenario , you joined the dots.

( OH JACKPOT )

Damian directed you in a quiet corner outside , away from prying eyes and voices. He let go of you and looked off in a distance , his brows furrowed and his upset eyes looking anywhere else but you.

maybe this was too much.

You realised in your childishness you may have actually upset your man.

You gently pulled him by his arm and made him look at you. It was like a little angry puppy looking at you and you could just die from the cuteness aggression.

" Are you mad at me?" you asked with a small smile. He scoffed and looked away again.

" No why would i be?"

" Cause you were jealous."

" I was not. "

" I never took you for the jealous type you know."

" I said i was not jealous."

You laughed and gently held his face in your hands. aww now he really looks like a puppy.

" I'm sorry if i upset you. It wasn't my intention to make you jealous."

" But it was your intention to come to the party."

" That. "

You laughed guiltily and wrapped your arms around his neck.

" Okay yeah obviously that was my intention. But you weren't talking to me at all during missions , and it just made me a bit.... annoyed. So i had to do something to make you talk." you justified, knowing you could have just maturely had a conversation with him about the argument in private.

" ....And annoy you."

you looked down in guilt but then you heard him laughing heartily. You looked up in surprise. The sight not only rare , but it melts you away. It was the most cutest thing ever , the way his face lit up , the way his lips stay in a beautiful smile.

He took a hold of your chin and pulled you close.

" If you wanted attention, "

He kissed your lips slow , his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands went from your chin to your hips , pulling you even more close. You could sense the hint of sass coming as he teased you by gently nibbling on your lower lip. He pulled away , looking at your lips , then your eyes and that shit eating grin on his face.

" You could have just asked. "

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[flemingsfreckles]

Ol’ College Try (18+) Pt. 2

Part 1 HERE

Warnings: smut, strap sucking (slight mention gagging), mention of oral sex (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), language

WC: 2.6k

A/N: if you saw this posted before… no you didn’t 🫣 I’m reposting it because tumblr didn’t want to tag it… anyways enjoy

The two of you continued to “practice”, not finding much success in terms of getting you to reach orgasm without the help from Jessie’s fingers or mouth after the fact. You tried using a vibrator, it just got in the way most of the time, frustrating you more when the thrust from Jessie’s hips would bump it from your hand. The two of you had tried using the toy not attached to the harness, Jessie’s hand and arm doing the work, still no luck. Jessie’s persistence never wavered, she offered often to try it and you usually accepted, it was hot watching her fuck you, your body just wasn’t on the same page.

“Would you maybe want to try a different position?” Jessie says as she was kneeled between your thighs as you laid back on the bed, the toy resting on your stomach as once again you had been unable to finish with the new toy. The two of you had stuck with missionary for the most part, or some variation of it, thinking it would be the easiest, as it was what most people considered the basic position.

“I’ve uh, I’ve read that sometimes the girl, or I guess, you, since we’re both girls, if you’re in control it can feel better.” Jessie looks down toward your stomach where the toy rested, aggressively avoiding eye contact with you.

You feel a smirk grow on your face placing her chin between your thumb and index finger and you pull her face up to see she’s sporting a blush. “You’ve been doing research?” You genuinely are asking but your tone comes out as if you’re teasing her.

“Stop.” She shakes her head away from your grip, shying into her own chest. “It’s not funny.”

“No, Jessie, I wasn’t making fun of you.” She doesn���t budge at your words. “Babe, come on, I’m not making fun of you.” You sit up to pull her into your chest. “If anything, it’s sort of hot that you bothered researching for me.”

“I just want to make you feel good. It’s pissing me off that I’m not good at this!” Perfectionist, that was one way to describe Jessie, that’s what made her such a good student, it’s also what made her so good on the football pitch, she worked until she could do something right and then worked harder to make it perfect.

“Babe,” you grab her hands holding them in yours. “I love you, and I love that you want me to feel good, but how many times do I have to tell you, you are what makes me feel good, not some silicone tube.” You gesture to her waist. “You make me feel plenty good without it.”

“Well I want to make you feel good with it too.” Jessie huffs, pulling back from you and sliding off the bed. She undoes the strap with much more grace than the first few times, letting it drop with a thud to the ground. She throws on her shirt before following it with her shorts. “I’m going to make lunch.” She mumbles before walking out of the door, closing it with a little bit of aggression behind her.

Shocked by the way she got up and left, you stare at the closed door for a moment before looking down at your stomach where traces of lube covered your stomach. You roll your eyes, a little annoyed by Jessie’s outburst, frustrated that she up and left you still naked in the bed. Sitting up you slide off the bed and make your way into the bathroom, cleaning yourself up with a washcloth before changing into some comfortable clothing. Jessie turns to look at you as the bedroom door opens and you step out, her expression filled with guilt.

You look at her before diverting your eyes to the floor and making your way to the couch. It’s not long until you feel familiar arms wrap around your shoulders, Jessie leaning over the back of the couch to hug you from behind.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked away.” She says before planting a kiss on your cheek. “That wasn’t nice of me to leave you.”

“Thank you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You turn to give her a quick peck. “And Jess, I wasn’t making fun of you, and also I think the new positions thing is a good idea.” You add quickly muttering.

You see her eyes light up slightly before she tries to hide her eagerness. “Okay, next time we’ll try it.”

That next time, came the following day. You couldn’t lie you had thought about it all night, more than you’d like to admit. The idea of Jessie putting you in different positions, her strong arms moving you around, molding you exactly how she wanted. The first few times the two of you had tried the toy, Jessie had been timid, worried about hurting you more than anything but as you continued to practice, Jessie became more comfortable, the force behind her thrusts growing, the speed increasing. You knew once the two of you started trying new positions she’d be enamored and likely start to get rougher with you and you couldn’t wait.

You wanted it to feel good, but more than that you wanted to make Jessie feel good, you wanted her to feel satisfied with her performance, you wanted to get the cocky little ego she had back. You loved seeing the smirk on her face after she’d make you fall apart. She still had half a smirk when she’d get you off with her fingers or mouth after trying with the strap but you could tell it was bothering her.

“Go put it on.” You gently pushed Jessie off of you, her head resting on your thigh. Jessie had insisted on making you cum with her mouth first. She had been sick of leaving you disappointed, despite telling her multiple times you weren’t disappointed. She was determined to get you to cum on her strap. Giving her a head start on your pleasure by having you already sensitive after your first orgasm was part of her research. It would maybe make the second one easier.

You watch as she walks over to the bag in the corner of her bedroom, grabbing out the harness and toy. She no longer hid away while putting it on, she knew you liked watching, almost making it into a show for you.

Usually you’d lay down, awaiting her to come over to the bed. This time when she came over you sat up, putting your hands out on her shoulders. “Lay down.” She had her ideas about what she wanted to try, but so did you.

“What?”

“Lay down.” You moved to the side of the bed, leaving Jessie space to lay down. Jessie looks at you for a second, blinking twice before climbing on the bed and laying down. Smiling down at Jessie you swing one thigh over her stomach straddling her waist.

“Oh.” You watch as the realization hits Jessie on why you had asked her to lay down. Her hands come to rest on your thighs, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

“Yeah baby, new positions and all, right?” You smirk down at her grinding your core down into her stomach slightly, letting your arousal dip onto her skin.

You lean down bringing your lips to Jessie’s, kissing her hard, your hands on her chest squeezing slightly. Her hands begin to run up and down your thighs, trailing around to your ass, giving you a hard squeeze. Her hands begin to aid in the grinding motion you had already started, pulling you and pushing you ever so slightly while rolling her own hips up.

You pull back after a couple minutes, lifting yourself up onto your knees to slide back closer to where the harness sat across Jessie’s hips. You hold the toy flush to Jessie’s stomach before sliding yourself even further back straddling her thighs. You look at her, then down to the toy in front of you, then back up to her before you shift again, moving to sit between her legs.

Leaning over the toy you open your mouth, letting a drop of saliva fall onto the toy. You follow down the drop of spit, bringing your lips to kiss the tip of the toy before looking up at Jessie. Lips parted slightly and eyebrows raised Jessie looked surprised by your actions. “Can I?” You ask, looking down at the toy again.

Nodding wordlessly Jessie gives you permission.

You stick your tongue out, swirling it around the tip of the toy. You watch as Jessie’s eyebrows raise at your actions. The silicone slides easily over your tongue, your lips coming to wrap around the tip. Slowly sinking down you take more of the toy into your mouth, for a moment closing your eyes, only focusing on breathing through your nose.

When you open your eyes and look up to Jessie she’s got her bottom lip between her teeth. You can practically see the lust and attraction in Jessie’s face, the way she’s looking down at you, a mix of a smirk and surprise. “That’s, you look so hot.” she stutters out as her hand comes to the top of your head, not pushing you down but just resting her hand on the back of your head.

You let her revel in the visual that you were providing her for a few more moments, working up and down the toy, coating it in your saliva. Feeling a rush of confidence you try to move your mouth further down, accidentally pushing yourself too far, gagging on the tip of the toy and immediately pulling off coughing slightly.

“Are you okay?” Jessie says, sitting up abruptly, her hand now holding tight into your hair holding you up and away from the strap.

“Yeah.” You wipe your chin that had become covered in your own spit. You feel your cheeks start to heat up feeling embarrassed as you look at Jessie’s face that was full of concern. “Sorry, I thought maybe you’d like watching.”

“I did, that was very hot.” Jessie says her hands coming to cup your face, she slowly pulls you up from between her legs so your back straddling her waist, she meets you halfway kissing you passionately.

“I’d take it you didn’t come across that in your researching?” You tease Jessie when she breaks the kiss.

“Shut up.” She playfully rolls her eyes. You give her one more quick kiss before your hand finds the strap between your bodies. You lift yourself up again, moving now so you hover over the tip of the toy. Jessie’s hand comes to grab the base holding it before running the head through your folds a few times. “Ready?” She says as she lets the tip rest against your entrance.

“Yeah, but I got it, you just lay back.” Your hand meets hers taking the toy from her grip. She lets go, reluctantly, and you slowly sink down. You let out a moan of appreciation at the feeling. It was similar to when Jessie had been on top, but something about this felt more filling. It was more sensitive, still feeling the effects of Jessie’s skillful tongue. You don’t immediately start moving, instead leaning down to kiss Jessie’s cheek before moving your mouth to her ear. “Just enjoy the show baby.”

Your hands come to her chest, supporting yourself as you begin to lift up, starting slowly letting yourself get used to the feeling, getting used to the movement. “Oh fuck.” You whine at the feeling of fullness as your hips meet Jessie’s again.

“You look so beautiful baby.” Jessie says, looking up at you, her hands come up, each wrapping around your breast. She has a dumbfounded look on her face as she watches you, part of her gaze made you feel confident, she was looking up in awe at you. The other part of your brain wanted to shy away from the intensity of her eyes. “So sexy riding me.” She emphasizes her words with a squeeze to each side, her thumbs caressing your nipples letting them harden under her touch.

You shake your head at her action. “No baby, you’re just enjoying the view.” You say taking her hands off your chest and pinning them on the bed beside her head. You keep your hands on hers, keeping her on the bed with your weight. It takes a few seconds but you quickly become comfortable riding her in this new position. You love watching her as her eyes trail down to your chest, bouncing more with the new leaned over angle.

After just a few thrusts at the new angle you can tell it feels different, it feels better, the way the toy was rubbing inside of you was pleasant. “Fuck, this feels good babe.”

“Yeah?” You begin to see a small sliver of cockiness showing through as she smiles up at you.

“Yeah.” You let out a deep moan after responding. “Your dick feels so good Jess.” Jessie groans at your words. The longer you move up and down, the more comfortable you become, starting to speed up. The sound of your skin slapping together echoing the room, accompanied by whines of pleasure from your own mouth.

That is until you accidentally lift yourself up too far, the head of the toy falling out and flat onto Jessie’s stomach. Not realizing quick enough when you go to lower yourself you’re met with the disappointing feeling of emptiness. You let out a noise of frustration before lifting yourself up again.

“Sorry.” You mutter, your hand blindly reaching between your legs for the toy, fumbling around for a moment you feel the slight embarrassment creeping back in from earlier. “This is harder than it looks.”

“It’s fine baby, here, let me help.” Jessie brings a hand onto your thigh, helping to support some of your weight while her other moves to the toy, teasing you with it before she places the head at your entrance. “There.” You sink down onto her again, feeling relieved at the sudden full feeling.

You feel her suddenly thrust her hips up slowly, in time with your own movements. “Jess.” You say trying to warn her, she was supposed to be watching.

“I want to fuck you, please?” She begs looking up at you with pleading eyes.

You debate making her wait longer, but the wide eyed stare you were receiving always made you weak. You couldn’t turn her down especially when all she wanted to do was bring you pleasure. You nod down at her “Okay baby, go ahead.”

Jessie wastes no time thrusting her hips upward, jolting your body and making a surprised scream fall from your lips. She meets each of your bounces with a thrust of her own, giving it more force. She continues thrusting up into you, her speed increasing. “Fuck, babe, so good.”

Her hands come around to your back now, wrapping them around you, she pulls you down so your chest is against hers. You’re now unable to move yourself but Jessie continues to bounce her hips up into you. Digging her feet into the mattress, Jessie angles her hips giving her more leverage to fuck into you. The sound of her thighs slapping your own fills the room.

That’s when you start feeling it build. The all too familiar tightness in your core. You tuck your head into Jessie’s shoulder, panting into her ear. “Jess, Jess please.”

One of her hands now gripped your ass, moving your hips with her strength to meet her equally powerful thrusts but leaving you completely out of control. “What baby?” She says breathlessly into your ear as her other hand comes between your bodies, her finger tips finding your clit.

“Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” You bite down on her shoulder as your legs begin to shake and the feeling of pleasure washes over your body. It’s a different sensation, one that feels deeper, more intense as you feel yourself tighten around the strap.

Jessie keeps thrusting, her grip on you is tight as she helps you through the overwhelming feeling. She praises you, planting hot, open mouthed kisses on your neck. When your whines begin to die down, Jessie slows, giving you a few more long thrusts before just grinding up into you.

“Fuck.” You whisper, finally feeling your brain come down from floating in the clouds. Bringing your hands to Jessie’s hips should stall her grinding motion.

“You alright?” Jessie murmurs into your neck where her head still remains.

“Yeah.” You let out a small laugh. “Yeah I’m good, I’m really good.” Pulling your head out from the crook of her neck you look up to see the cocky smile you had been missing. “What?”

“Nothing.” Jessie says defensively before biting back her smirk. You bring your head back into her neck. Your lips plant soft kisses along her neck and collarbone, showing her your affection. She traces soft lines along your back with her fingers and the two of you lay for a couple minutes, just the feeling of each other and the sounds of your breathing.

”Well I think your research was right.” You admit when you finally press yourself up, the toy is still deep inside of you.

“Yeah I think it was.” Cocky smile still perched on Jessie’s lips and she looks at you.

“You want to show me what else you learned from your research?”

“I’d love to.” Jessie gives you a kiss on the lips, letting it linger for a moment as she pulls your bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a slight bite before releasing it. Her hands find your hips and give a quick pat. “Get up and get on your hands and knees.”

[xjulixred45x]

I NEED a continuation of that satosugu x bully!reader thing you wrote

Okay okay😚 i will do it, i will make this a little long, enjoy it~ and thanks for the Request ❤️

They mean a continuation of this one

Bully! SatoSugu x Bully! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings:EXPLICIT BULLYING (not towards reader! rather she is the bully along with the boys. Don't do this in real life btw, it's horrible), reader has a bad family situation, reader has SEVERE attitude problems, surprisingly good friends Bully! SatoSugu? Ambiguos if this a Romantic poly relationship or a Platonic one(it's Upon You)strange amount of Fluff towards the end.

JUST TO CLARIFY, BULLYING IS SHIT AND ANYONE WHO DOES IT IS A HORRIBLE PERSON, NO MATTER THE REASON. THE BULLYING DESTROYS PEOPLE, THIS HAS NO INTENTION TO ROMANTICIZE THE IDEA OF BULLYING, BUT TO TAKE REFERENCE TO THE TROPE FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE.

reader was someone... difficult to say the least.

From the first day she set foot in high school the only thing she did was cause some kind of trouble.

The students were afraid of her, her volatile nature made it difficult to know what she was going to do or what was going to provoke her.

teachers even started taking precautions around her to stay safe from her outbursts. which were a little bit of everything, from robberies, insults, physical violence, etc.

without forgetting that the girl's class attendance was irregular and inconsistent. just like her notes.

She hated everyone and it seemed like everyone hated her.

That's why she constantly moved between schools when the previous one had had enough of her antics.

which generated a big discussion at home.

The neighborhood where the reader lived was not very good, but her house was worse.

her mother was long gone, and her father, a poor excuse of a man, didn't do much for a living other than berating her for her own bad behavior.

often ending in physical fights. It was the only way they both had to get out their frustration.

It was the only thing the reader knew.

but sincerely? Not everything was so bad.

She had built a reputation as a badass in every school she went to and scared, she liked the feeling of finally being in control.

Being feared was fun, no one messes with you. You are at the top.

and at the same time you go unnoticed, since no one has the courage to say something against you (unless they want a beating)

Although it was definitely a bit monotonous at this point, the reader liked the feeling of being someone people were afraid of for once.

although something changed in 2007

That year, a reader was reintegrating into secondary education after a particularly unpleasant expulsion.

and thanks to that, it was somewhat difficult for her to find a school that would admit her this year until they forgot about the drama of the previous one.

and she went to the Jujutsu academy (strange name)

That was where she met them, in a way.

or rather, Gojo and Geto already knew about her beforehand.

It was difficult not to recognize her from the recent drama with the beating she gave to the gang of chimpiras in her old school (schools?)

Gojo was curious, Geto somehow felt threatened.

Gojo wanted to know how hard he could push this new student, to see her tough girl image crumble.

Geto took it more seriously, although he did not consider the reader a serious threat, a full-fledged bully with a reputation would definitely draw the spotlight on her for a while. They shouldn't let her think it was important.

The plan they had made was the standard.

First they would start with small incidents that did not seem malicious, so that she would lower her guard. so she would think it was a safe place.

Then those incidents would increase in quantity and more frequently, also starting to bring certain passive aggressive comments into the mix, but you still can't consider bullying, right?

Things like picking on her while she was distracted, grabbing her things without permission, commenting on her appearance, yes, all of that is wrong, but can you really say it's bullying? Are you really going to take a prank that seriously?

and from there, use everything they had.

stealing whatever she had for lunch, throwing food on her, yelling at her during breaks about how fat and ugly she was...

--use any kind of secret of her against her, throw her things in the trash, all so she would understand his place.

she was beneath them.

but things...did not turn out as they expected.

First of all, reader was much more aggressive than one would expect. every time Gojo tried to get closer it was like she sensed danger and moved away or worse, threw something AT HIM.

Like the time he "accidentally" tried to bump into her and she elbowed him in the ribs and told him to "watch where you were going, you idiot."

or when Geto tried to give her a little "constructive criticism" about her disheveled and reading appearance she just looked at him, with cold, dead eyes, and said "you're emo, you don't get a say in how I look" that was WOW.

Phase one failed completely. reader definitely did not act as they had expected, she definitely had experience.

which led to them having a surprisingly brilliant idea.

What if instead of trying to tear her down, they used her as another member of the team?

Sure, they were used to just working with the two of them, but Reader had a clear advantage in several areas where they couldn't reach (reputation, physical fights, etc.).

It was worth trying.

I imagine that at first they went directly to the reader to tell her the terms of this deal, how they would help each other stay on top and thus not bother her, in exchange she could do whatever she wanted.

simple, concise and effective. Reader accept the terms.

and the following weeks would be HELL for the students and teachers of the Jujutsu institution.

Geto was considerably the smartest of the group, he was the one who put together the heavy tactics and the one who selected the best victims, calculating and deceitful.

He was a relatively good student too, at least when Gojo and the reader forgot their homework (almost always) they could copy his (it's not like he could do anything after all).

Gojo was surprisingly less evil but much more immature and childish. He was like a man child.

He had intelligence, yes, but it was not conventional intelligence, he had great creativity when it came to being cruel. to give you insults. to make you feel like shit.

Apart from the fact that he came from a big family with a lot of money, all of the group's actions were swept under the rug.

and then was reader.

What could you say she became the muscle of the trio.

reader, with her history of fights and bad reputation, could make everyone so afraid to talk to anyone about their problems that it was ridiculous.

It was like a silent warning, say one word and I will beat you to a pulp.

Surprisingly, they adapted very well to Reader, although it was strange at first, since they were "business partners" but Reader was very quiet and reserved when she was not beating up.

Gojo was the most determined to change this, she was part of the group now after all! At least you have to learn to have a little fun.

Geto was more concerned upon learning of the reader's long history of previous schools, at first because it could mean she could leave at any moment, but upon closer inspection, it's more that he doesn't want to lose this new addition to the group.

The three of them skip classes from time to time, or force the reader to attend more so they don't expel her. How do you expect them to make life miserable for the first years without her? Woman, put your will!

They both even share food with her or steal bentos so that she eats more when they realizes that there really is absolutely nothing coming during class time, she has to stay nourished to take the beating! They won't let her kick ass until she eats >:(

If there is any group work that they do or do have to do, it is most likely that they will do it at Satoru's house, it is the largest and with materials, and it is also fun for him to see his two friends with astonished faces when they see his house every damn time.

although definitely when they both have a more serious problem, they usually go to where the reader lives, since her father is not there most of the time.

Suguru usually goes to the trouble of throwing away the old sake and beer bottles, along with the old bills scattered throughout the house.

Satoru limits himself to sniffing around whatever is within his reach, but at least he has the option of not opening what is closed. But when he sees the family photos or how dirty everything is along with the broken things.

It makes them have a better understanding of why is reader like that, she allows herself to be somewhat vulnerable with them by showing them how she lives.

and surprisingly they appreciate it.

And it's not like it remains reader only receiving a certain type of comfort.

Reader will be a shitty brawler, but if you mess with her Squad, you're Dead.

not only in the school environment, but in life in general.

When Suguru goes through a depressive episode, she and Satoru combine neurons to try to make him feel better, whether with company, games, food, etc. Same goes when Satoru is feeling shitty.

I think that in general, the reader is the "heart" of the group. Having a complicated life, she knows better about emotions and how she would have wanted to be comforted, in a certain way.

(only applicable to this fictional case, this may vary. Don't take it seriously)

For the same reason, when she is especially down, it usually means a day of rest for everyone, a break from EVERYTHING.

from family, from school, from responsibilities, from the whole world.

Just go play at some arcade, win silly prizes and discuss who will take it home.

play basketball and have Satoru kick their butts because neither Suguru nor the reader invites him.

go on a motorcycle and race who is faster.

eat ice cream and sleep on the street.

and miss school the next day, they missed yesterday after all, what does one more day matter?

On these types of days they can forget what kind of people they are, the things they do, what has happened to them.

Yes, in short they are all three DEPLORABLE and horrible beings, but at least they are deplorable and horrible all together.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Sorry if i take long in the works😅 i'm trying to keep publishing AND have a more healthy schetule with My other Activitys, so if i Slow down, it's bc i need it.

Thanks for the Request ❤️

[beautifulfuckup99]

OC getting jealous from the dancers in 3D so JK fcks her in his room on set to prove her wrong 👻👻👻👻👻👻

I love this, but I had to put a spin on it, you can hate me later...

Title: 3D

Warning(s): Dom!Y/N, Dirty Ta!k, Overst!m, Subby!Jungkook

Author's Note: Some Himbo!Jungkook action going on here cause he just gives off that vibe lol. Enjoy!

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"'You're gonna love it, babe', 'The song's all about you and I, babe'..." You mumble in a goofy voice before rolling your eyes. Your boyfriend of a few months had happily invited you on to set of his newest music video and you weren't impressed by all the girls checking him out as he bounced around the set, hyped up and ready to give his all.

"Y/N! Look!" Jungkook calls out to you as you take a deep breath to release your petty aggression. You look over at your boyfriend and pause as you eye the white blazer he was in with no shirt on under it.

"I look good?" He asks happily and you open your mouth to answer, but get cut off by some random backup dancer.

"You look amazing, Jungkook..." She says and you wanna yank her by her blonde locks, but hold yourself back. It's been all morning of this and you were begging any and every god and spirit up above to grant you patience because you were close to losing it.

"I'm going to the trailer." You finally say, tired of putting on a smile. You walk off through the video shoot set towards the trailer parked at the end of the parking lot. Jungkook notices right away, looking towards the director.

"Cut? Please?" He asks and when he gets a nod, he's off towards the direction of the trailer as well.

You sigh as you walk in and make quick work of your sweater. You were hot and annoyed and tired and-

You're pulled from your thoughts by Jungkook walking in after you. Great...

"What's wrong? I wanted you here for fun. Why aren't you having fun?" He asks softly as he looks at you with a frown that you want to yank off of his face. He had no reason to be all upset. You should be the only one frowning here.

"I don't know, Jungkook. Something about my boyfriend being grouped all day long while I watch with the hot sun beating down on me just isn't all that fun." You say finally and he pauses.

"Groped? By who?" He asks and you give him a look.

"You're not serious, right? All those dancers who are eye-fucking you!" You say loudly because it's so painfully obvious! He stares at you with his face just as confused as before. As if your outburst didn't clear up anything.

"Y/N, I... I still don't know what you're talking about." He says, and you groan loudly before grabbing his face and kissing him hard. He wanted to play dumb? Fine.

As the kiss starts to heat up and his hands grip your waist, you pull away. "You've been bad." You whisper against his lips, and he looks at you, eyes instantly growing softer.

"What? I-" You cut him off from his gentle voice.

"You have been misbehaving, puppy." You say quietly as you look up at him.

Size didn't matter at this moment.

Control did.

And Jungkook... Loved being controlled.

"But... I... No, I haven't-" You cut him off from his pouting.

"Are you talking back?" You ask sharply and he quickly shakes his head.

"N-No, Y/N, I just-" You grab his chin and make him look at you in the eyes.

"What did you just call me?" You ask and he shivers quietly, looking at you with a small pout.

"Mistress..." He whispers finally. "Please. I was good. I... I have been so good, mistress. I can't help it if people look..." He tries softly and it makes you glare at him. Wrong answer.

"I know what the problem is. I was away for three weeks. You've been bad because you've forgotten who you belong to." You whisper as you stare him down.

"Mistress... No. No, I... I know who I belong to. I know I'm your puppy. I..." He trails off long enough to kneel in front of you as you cross your arms.

"Puppy's sorry, mistress..." He whispers as he looks up at you while nuzzling against your bare legs thanks to your shorts. You hum as you reach down to brush his hair back before you yank it back hard, so he looks up at you. He softly whimpers, but his tongue licking his bottom lip showed you just how much he loved it.

"Get undressed. Get on the bed." You whisper finally as you watch him nod as best he can with your grip still on his hair. Without a moment of hesitation, he undresses down to his boxers which were also white.

"I know I was bad. I should have... Told them to stop looking at me like that, mistress..." He whispers and you laugh humorlessly.

"Too late for that now." You say as you walk over to stand between his legs as he looks up at you from his seat on the corner of the bed.

"I bet you loved their attention. Because you knew how badly it was pissing me off. Desperate puppy like you? Any attention is good attention, huh..." You whisper as you push him to lay back. He whines quietly at the accusation, but he doesn't deny it...

"Guess what I came with..." You say as you straddle him before reaching into your back pocket. You pull out a golden dog collar. Jungkook's eyes light up when they spot it glistening in the sun rays that are seeping in through the small crack in the curtain. It was ironic. The golden maknae with his golden collar on to be your golden puppy. Such a cute and stupid puppy...

"M-My collar!" He whispers, smiling happily and you hum before putting it back in your back pocket. He instantly frowns.

"Wait. Wait. My-" You cut him off.

"I don't think you deserve it, puppy. I don't know if you're even mine anymore." You say simply.

"What?! No! Of course I'm your puppy." He says fast in a pouty tone. It never took much to get him all small and whiny. He was a perfect play toy. Then again, ARMY swore he was perfect at everything...

It makes you snicker a bit.

"Then prove it..." You whisper as you slowly start to grind against him. He gasps and his eyes shut instantly at the attention. You grab his neck and he moans quietly until you squeeze slightly.

"Eyes stay open, puppy." You growl as you grip his neck firmly. He whines as he opens his eyes only for you to kiss him harder. He can barely keep up as you grind harder against his crotch.

"Please. Please." He whines quietly against your lips as you start to feel him harden under you.

You ignore the soft pleas between heavy pants as you quicken your pace against his hard cock now.

"Oh! Oh, please, mistress. Puppy's gonna cum!" He cries out softly as he raises his hips, desperate to chase down his release but still a good enough sub to warn you before he does. You move from his lips to bite along his neck. Fuck this video shoot, they'd have to redo his makeup, or change his entire outfit lineup, but you were gonna show that he was yours...

"Oh, I'm gonna cum!" He moans loudly as his head rolls back. You smirk as you feel the warmth seep between you both as he pants harshly, whining quietly.

"P-Puppy... Puppy made... Puppy made a mess..." He whimpers quietly as you get off of him.

"I know. Looks like you need to clean it up..." You taunt quietly before you softly rub along his bulge while he moans quietly over the overstimulation. You raise your hand up to his mouth, some cum on your palm that had seeped through his boxers.

He wastes no time in licking up his mess from your hand, sucking hungrily on each finger as you watch on happily before you rub your hand all over his face to smear it with leftover cum and his spit. Then you pull your hand away to undress.

"I-Is... Did puppy show he's good?" He whispers, not even caring about what's on his face. He blinks a bit to focus on where he is, and you want to laugh.

"We're just getting started." You whisper before you get back on him, licking along his chest to one of his nipples. You bite it and he hisses at how good the pain feels, but he arches closer to your mouth when you suck on it.

"Oh. Mistress... You're being so mean..." He whines quietly and you smirk at that.

"You wanna see mean?" You whisper against his nipple as he shivers expectingly. You reach a hand down between you both so you can grab his still semi-hard cock. He gasps in surprise as you start to stroke it.

"Oh. Oh, mistress. I..." He cuts himself off with a struggled cry when you nuzzle his tip into your entrance. "M-Mistress! Mistress. I-If you... If you use my cock like that... Fuck, I might cum again. T-The tip is... It's too sensitive." He whines as he looks up at you, eyes struggling to stay focused on yours as you fake sympathy before slowly sliding down his shaft.

"Please. Please, mistress, puppy is sorry. Puppy-Ah!" He cries out when you take all of him into you.

"Oh fuck, yes..." You gasp, feeling full in an instant and having him withering under you was just as perfect. You start to ride him, feeling him harden between your walls that milk his cock so good. He's a mess of whines and whimpers under you as you speed up.

"You better not cum." You whisper as you grab his neck firmly. "You wanna earn back your collar, right?" You taunt quietly as you ride him, hand on his neck as he nods fast.

"Yes! Yes, mistress! I-I want... I want my collar. Puppy can be good. Puppy will be so good!" He moans as he grips the bedsheets, knowing not to touch you without permission...

"Tongue out." You order as you choke him a bit harder, making him gasp for air, but he opens his mouth with no hesitation, tongue rolling out as his eyes roll shut. You spit in his mouth and watch as he swallows it.

"Thank you! Thank you, mistress! T-Th-Thank you for the drink..." He whimpers as he starts to thrust up into you, actually hitting your spot with how his hips were angled.

"Oh! Oh fuck..." You moan as you hold his neck hard for balance.

"That's it. That's it, mistress. Use puppy. Puppy is so dumb. Such a dumb toy..." He whines as he looks up at you in awe. You love these moments. Moments where even as your 'dumb puppy' he was still smart enough to know how to make you feel good. It was a sensitive balance. He knew when to give and when to take.

"Master, fuck! Yes, yes, yes." He cries out as you feel his cock throb deep inside of you. It feels so good. You sit down on his cock fully to grind hard against it as you feel yourself get closer.

With no warning from you, you cum around his cock, squeezing it as he calls out your name in pure pleasure, not caring who's around. You wished everyone could hear him right now. 'Mr. Seven days a week' was a puddle under you, and you didn't mind if the whole world knew.

You lean down and bite at the spot below his ear as he cries out. "That's it. That's the spot!" He manages to cry out. "Mistress... I'm cumming again!" He whimpers and you suck on his ear lobe as he fills you up, trembling under you.

He's a weak and whimpery mess under you as you pull away to kiss him softly and meaningfully, always a fan of these intimate moments after using him so freely. "Thank you, mistress. Thank you so much..." He whispers quietly as he looks up at you, his eyes shining with adoration as usual. You look at him for a moment as you think about everything that had happened today.

"You really didn't notice, did you..." You whisper after a moment of searching his eyes. He hums softly as he shakes his head. He really had paid no attention to all the girls around him all day long, giving him long looks and overly giggling at his jokes.

"I'm your puppy. I only see you." He whispers tiredly as he looks up at you. You sigh softly at that and shake your head.

"I'm sorry. I guess long distance has me... Paranoid." You sigh as you lay full on him, your chest pressed against his as your hands move to wrap above his head. his hands tenderly stroke your hips lovingly.

"Never be sorry. It's hard, but... I want every minute of this relationship with you, Y/N. I love you..." He whispers as he shuts his eyes when you start to stroke his hair back. You smile sheepishly at that.

"Mm... You've earned back your collar. Sweet talker..." You mutter playfully before pecking his lips softly, making him smile wide and giggle, proud of himself.

"Thank you, mistress..." He whispers playfully and you snort.

"Not so fast..." You say before sitting up again so you're back on his cock. He shivers quietly and looks up at you in surprise.

"I'm not done yet. I wanna ruin you first..." You whispers happily before kissing him happily.

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Hope ya'll liked it.... Again, I'm sorry it isn't exactly what was asked for, but sometimes you gotta give the people what they need even when they don't know they need it lol.

[another-supernova-girl]

Protect Me From What I Want - Cooper Abbott x Fem OC *NSFW*

After his sex life with his wife dries up following the abandonment of the safe house on Brewster, Cooper strikes up a friendship with a stranger he meets at Riley's school. As the innocent exchanges graduate to a full-blown affair, Cooper's new girl struggles with the emotional challenges of loving someone who can never truly be hers…or can he? The italicized blocks of story are in the past, the standard blocks of story are in the present. Gif is mine, as always. Rated for sexual content, including willful infidelity on Cooper's part. No kink warnings apply ( NO Daddy Kink, NO Breeding Kink, NO Degradation Kink ) My Josh Hartnett Characters Masterlist

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"Who are we hiding from?" Cooper asked over the shoulder of the young woman before him, leaning against the wall and peering around a slightly protruding pillar, to the crowd beyond it. Her shoulders jumped up practically to her ears in surprise at the sudden, close voice, and she swerved around on her boots to look to the source, behind her.

“Holy sh-...Mr. Abbott!” she stammered as she gazed up his tall form, instantly recognizing him, and his very familiar face. “You scared the sh-...hell...out of me...What are you doing here?”

The enormous crowd of people, crossing back and forth beyond them in both directions, was aggressively loud and boisterous, and Cooper had to lean in to assure he was heard. “I keep telling you, you can just call me Cooper,” he insisted, glancing down the huge, rounded hall she'd been staring down. “I'm here for the game. Why are you here?” he inquired, and she peered around the wall again, and leaned back once more, tugging at the hem of her clingy dress.

“My friend set me up on a blind date to double with her, and her boyfriend...and I'm starting to question our friendship,” she explained as she backed further into the corner, Cooper not even a foot from her, and showing no intention of putting more space between the two of them.

“That bad?” the forty-something-year-old husband and father of two questioned, and she nodded emphatically.

“Thirty five years old, and he acts like he never left the fraternity,” she huffed, leaning against the chilled concrete surface. “Honestly, I...I think I might just get an Uber out of here,” she continued, sighing as she stared up at the looming man before her.

“And miss the game?” he piped up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he considered her, nearly a foot shorter than himself, even in her combat boots, fidgeting with the hem of her form-fitting sweater dress that ended half-way up her thighs.

“Truthfully...the scope of my hockey knowledge doesn't really extend past the Mighty Ducks movies,” she admitted, a quirked smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she stood, unseemly close to him, catching the scent of his spicy cologne, despite the prevalent odor of fried food and beer that wafted along with the people who strode by. “Who, um...who are you here with?” she suddenly inquired.

“Me?” he asked, watching her studiously as she continued to fidget with her unseasonably short dress. “Just some guys from the fire house,” he explained, his eyes focused on her even as she glanced away, toward a noisy outburst near a burger stand along the rounded wall opposite the two of them. “No one that's gonna miss me,” he clarified, and she glanced back his way, to the umber eyes that watched her, unwavering.

At the sudden buzzing of her phone in her clutched purse, she shifted to investigate as Cooper leaned to one side to glance down the hall, searching for the group she'd been hiding from. “I'm sure that's not true,” she finally answered as she began tapping on her screen, returning a text from her friend that stood, not even a hundred feet away. “I, uh...I think I'm gonna go,” she sighed, putting her phone away again, and adjusting the hem of her dress once more.

“With him?” Cooper asked, and she looked back up to his eyes, unreadable.

“With...no, I...I mean, I'm gonna get out of here,” she corrected, though her body leaned back into the corner, once more. “Not much point in sticking around-”

“No, you can't...you can't let some jackass ruin your night,” he cut in before she could finish.

“Well, what do you suggest?” she sighed, watching the older, taller, broader man as his shoulder visibly twitched. “You got an extra seat over-”

“No, I, uh...you know, I don't really care much about hockey, myself...how about, uh...what do you say to going on a little adventure? With me?”

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“Whose class are you looking for?” Cooper had asked before she'd even noticed him, sidling up beside an unfamiliar young woman in a hallway of the school his daughter attended.

She looked slightly startled at the sudden voice at her side, and glanced up at the stranger, and back at the board on the wall before her. “Um...Miller?” she stated, unsure of herself, as she checked her phone to confirm.

“Ah. She's on the second floor, on the west end,” he spoke up, and she glanced to another section of the board for confirmation. “My daughter had her last year for history.”

“Oh...Okay, thanks,” she answered, glancing around for the nearest staircase that would lead her to the next floor.

“I can take you, if you want,” he spoke up, and she looked back up at him, brows knit together as she stared. “To the classroom, I mean. I've got...twenty minutes to kill,” he explained, glancing at his watch. When she continued to stare at him, silently, he glanced around before offering his hand. “Cooper,” he volunteered, and she finally nodded, accepting his hand and giving it a light shake.

“Veronica.”

Their trek through the halls, and up the stairs, was mostly silent as the young woman occasionally glanced over at her guide. As he felt the awkwardness building, Cooper finally attempted conversation. “You look a little young to have a sixth grader,” he finally mentioned, and she glanced his way, smiling faintly and shaking her head.

“No, she's not my kid. She's my niece,” Veronica explained, and Cooper nodded. “Her dad's not in the picture, and my sister works unpredictable hours, so...I got volunteered.”

Cooper nodded as he pressed his hands into his pockets, his footsteps slowing as the classroom door came into view, still closed as the room was occupied by another parent, being subjected to a conference. “Well, it's a pretty good school...do you have kids, or-”

She shook her head immediately, and Cooper paused. “No, that's not the life for me,” she confirmed, and Cooper raised a brow.

“You don't like kids?”

“No, that's not...I just...it's not the kids, so much as the responsibility of being a mother,” she explained, and Cooper nodded, though his expression conveyed an element of confusion. “I just, uh...I had a mom that kind of, uh...made a habit out of failing me...in a lot of ways, and I just...I wouldn't want to be the cause of a kid's trauma, or the one that didn't protect them, or...whatever,” she stammered out, pursing her lips as she glanced around for some miracle escape from the conversation she'd found herself in. “Sorry, that was kind of a lot. I-”

“No, it's...it's okay. I get that,” he nodded, suddenly grateful that it had been almost a week since he'd hallucinated his own abusive mother. As he began to reach a hand out, his phone suddenly began to buzz, and he dragged it out of his pocket to find a notification on the screen, a stylized sheep's face on display. “Well, I should go, before I'm late. It was nice to meet you,” he declared, reaching his hand out once more, the young woman accepting it with noticeably less caution.

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“Look, I'll pay you back for the ticket, but I am not going to spend the next three hours-” Veronica spoke into her phone as she walked alongside Cooper, traveling in the opposite direction of the woman on the other side of the call. “...Of course it's gonna be that bad...Becca, it's not happening!” She huffed, disconnecting the call and shoving her phone into her purse.

Cooper glanced her way every few seconds, watching as she wrapped her arms around herself defensively, staring into the crowd at no one in particular. “I think you were right,” he suggested, suddenly, and her gaze darted up his generous height.

“About what?” she mumbled, and he leaned in closer so as not to shout through the noises of the crowd.

“About her not being a real friend,” he explained, close enough for her to feel his warm breath on her skin, surprisingly minty.

“I didn't say-”

“You said you were questioning your friendship...I don't know. I just can't help feeling like...if she was really your friend, she wouldn't try to sell you out to some guy you're clearly not interested in,” he continued, and her eyes shifted his way as she felt his fingertips on her skin, brushing loose strands of hair behind her ear. Before she could form a response, and give more than a few seconds of thought to the last time she'd felt his hands on her, the phone in her bag began to buzz again.

Slumping her shoulders, Cooper drawing his hand away, she held the phone to her ear again.

“This is about that married guy, isn't it?!” her friend spoke so loudly against the crowd that it managed to reach Cooper's ears, though he displayed no evidence he'd heard anything.

“Please just go watch the game,” she insisted, but the woman on the other side of the call refused to budge.

“It is, isn't it?! You're so ridiculous, I swear. You're never gonna get over him if you don't get under someone else-” Not another word made it out of the speaker as Veronica ended the call again, proceeding to hold down the power button until the whole device began to shut down. Cooper was silent for several heavy seconds, the two of them continuing to stroll along the rounded wall, out of the way of the bustling crowd.

“Do you still wanna go?” he suddenly asked, shoving one hand in a pocket and pulling out his own phone. He wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea of letting her go, and spending the evening with a bunch of firemen, watching a hockey puck fly across the rink, but it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to order her an Uber and gain access to her address in the process-

“No, I...um,” she started and paused, glancing toward the large hand closest to hers, still empty, as if she were waiting for it to grasp her own. “I'll stay...for a little while, at least,” she ventured, and Cooper, following her gaze, took hold of her smaller hand, winding his large digits through her slender fingers. She tried not to think about the wedding ring that she suddenly found pressed against her skin.

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As strangely uncomfortable as their first interaction had been, curiosity got the best of Veronica, and she began to make a habit of volunteering for school functions, especially the evening events, in hopes of running into Cooper again. Her goal was met about a month after their chance introduction, and continued to conveniently occur on every such occasion that followed.

Simply standing about in each other's vicinity led to aimless walks down empty school hallways, light touches that could just as easily be dismissed or pondered upon, depending on the night and her mood. She'd volunteer her nights away for the chance to walk long, empty halls with him, and sit at the tops of staircases between floors, talking about nothing of particular importance, just enjoying the proximity. The last PTA meeting of the school year, however, had snapped her out of her delusion – at least for the time being – when she had stepped through a pair of double doors from the evening air, only to find Cooper's back to her, several feet away, standing beside a woman of similar age with a pale blonde bob, wearing a teacher-esque ensemble. It was the first evening they'd shared a room since they'd met that she'd actively made efforts to leave as soon as she could manage. Cooper had not missed this fact, but he hadn't been fool enough to say a word to her, either.

The school year had nearly started back up by the time they crossed paths again...

Even from halfway down the produce aisle of the grocery store, Veronica recognized his tall form, broad shouldered and topped with a mess of brown hair in need of a trim. Beside him, she immediately noticed, stood his wife. Trying her best not to stare, and deciding that those raspberries she'd been considering would likely spoil before she got around to eating them anyway, she swiveled about and disappeared from the end of the aisle just as Cooper's eyes glanced up from the block of cheese in his hand, and the distant rambling of Rachel's voice, standing no more than a few steps away from the source.

Escaping his vision as quickly as she could manage, Veronica finally found herself in an aisle full of hair care products, resolving to gather only the absolute necessities and leave the store before another awkward moment had a chance to materialize. She was foolish to think she could escape him so easily.

“Not even a 'Hello'?” she heard from behind as her gaze focused on nothing in particular, and her shoulders leapt up at the sudden voice at her back.

“Oh my g-...Ugh, don't do that,” she whispered, looking beyond him, down the aisle he'd emerged from, searching for other members of the Abbott household, and finding not a soul, her eyes darting back up to his. “I hate when you sneak up on me like that,” she continued, shifting her gaze back to an array of plastic bottles.

“Maybe you're just not observant enough,” he suggested, stepping closer as he carefully grasped her shoulders from behind, catching the soft floral scent of her shampoo.

“I observed your wife, shopping with you,” Veronica mumbled, and Cooper's grasp on her shoulders tightened a fraction. “And I think you should grab what you need, and get back to her,” she added, shifting to glance past the large hand that gripped her, to the umber eyes that felt like they were staring right through her. Before she could slip his grasp, he shifted of his own accord, and one of his hands found her chin and tilted it up to steal the kiss she would have given freely, that would be the first of many.

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“You sure you don't want anything?” Cooper pressed as he walked the seemingly endless, circular corridor, Veronica's hand clutched in his own, more or less free to stride along without the risk of gossiping parents and school staff. Though this hadn't exactly been on either of their agendas for the night, neither was anything close to disappointed, though they were also hesitant to refer to it as what it was obviously shaping up to be : a date.

“I'm not really hungry,” Veronica insisted, her stomach a bit unsettled thanks to her provoked nerves. It didn't feel quite real to just walk hand in hand with the man at her side, especially after switching sides so she didn't have to feel his wedding ring. She didn't need any more reminders of how incredibly inappropriate the whole unspoken situation between them had become.

“Come on, they've got everything,” he persisted, glancing along the practically endless supply of vendors. “Drinks, candy...Flyers' merch...” Cooper continued, catching sight of one of a dozen souvenir stands, full of black and orange shirts, jackets, pucks and more, all marked with the logo of the city's official hockey team. Abandoning her hand to dig out his wallet, he flipped through the cash notes inside, and glanced back toward the merchandise table. “I've got...seventy-six dollars burning a hole in my wallet,” he confirmed, the adulterer and his hesitant date at a pause in the hallway as strangers stepped around them.

Because cash doesn't leave a paper trail, Veronica mentally deduced as she glanced toward the stand. “I kinda like that gray, long-sleeve-” Cooper began, but the young woman at his side abruptly spoke up.

“You really think that's a good idea?” she suddenly queried, and his brows knit together as he considered her. “Walking around, advertising our...whatever this is,” her voice faded away as she finished her thought aloud, and Cooper's shoulder twitched visibly, uncomfortably, in silent reply. I should have just got a damn Uber-

“I know this isn't...ideal,” he finally spoke up, and her gaze that had been focused on some invisible spot on the ground drifted back up to his eyes. “I didn't plan for this-”

“Tonight, or-”

“Any of this,” he insisted. “But...I also can't pretend I didn't get a little jealous...seeing you here, on a date with someone else-”

“That's not fair-”

“I know it's not...but that doesn't make it any less true,” he concluded, pressing the wallet he realized he was still holding back into his pocket, and reaching for her hand again.

“I guess...” she began, and he cocked his head to one side, expecting push-back to his selfishness, but his brows rose up in surprise and relief when she continued. “I guess I could make room for a plush 'Gritty' in my life,” she confessed, staring past the crowd of people to the stuffed, miniature, orange mascots.

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As the school year started back up, Veronica and Cooper suddenly became far more present in each other's lives again, exclusively on the school premises. For Veronica, the accompaniment of so many others with ties to the community helped in convincing herself that nothing too inappropriate would take place between them. Cooper, on the other hand, knew he could suggest just about any venue and she would show up, wrapped as she was around his finger, but the possibility of her discovering his other secrets kept him content with the school grounds as a location for their interactions.

The second Thursday evening of September, they found themselves in just such a meeting.

Cooper's hand had darted toward hers as soon as they'd left the prying eyes of the teachers and parents, disappearing down an infrequently used hallway. As soon as they rounded a secured corner, Veronica found her back against a chilled wall, Cooper's hands cupping the sides of her face as he closed the distance between them.

“Cooper, slow-” she began to whisper, but the large hands along her cheeks nudged her chin higher, his mouth practically latching on to the side of her throat, suckling her skin as his free hand weaved into her hair. “We should...we can't...,” she whimpered out, her breaths shallow as he carefully extracted every ounce of resistance she could muster. Nothing beyond kissing and light touching had happened in the months since they'd entered each other's lives, but the temptation to take things further, to let him put his hands and anything else anywhere he damn well pleased...

Her guilt over their infidelity clung to the last strand of her morality for dear life, but that thread frayed just a little more with every glance, every word, every featherlight graze of his digits against her. And his breath was hot on her throat, his hips pressed against her through their jeans, and the layers of fabric between them could not obscure the rigidness of his cock that had not been touched by anyone but himself in months. “This is...fuck, this is such a bad idea,” Veronica whispered, even as her hands gripped his shoulders, his powerful arms, weaving between his jacket and the PFD-branded t-shirt, issued to him by the fire department that paid him to protect the innocent.

“Do you wanna stop?” he rasped against her ear, his hands winding around her waist, dipping into the pockets of her jeans, dragging her body even closer.

“I should...we should-”

“I didn't ask what we should do,” he huffed as he held her body in place and ground against her, slender fingers gripping him tighter, but certainly not making any effort to push him away. “I asked what you wanted.”

“I don't know-”

“Do you want me?” he interrupted, drawing away enough to stare into her eyes as he loomed over her. She couldn't manage much more than a nod in the affirmative as he held her full attention, his fingers beginning to ghost over her again. “Do you want my hands on you?” he huffed, and she nodded as his fingers pushed past the hem of her shirt, making contact with her flushed skin beneath. “And my cock?” he continued, and she nodded with dwindling resistance. “You want me to fuck you?” he persisted, his hands shifting goals, traveling down her back and wedging themselves between her tight layer of denim and the easily torn panties that clung to her ass.

It was the sound of distant voices that pulled Veronica out of the haze of Cooper's attentions. “I do,” she whispered, even as she tried to slide out from against the wall, “but I think there are safer venues than this.” Leaning past the corner, and glancing down the hall, Cooper was relieved to find no owners to the voices, but he let her put a bit of distance between them, regardless.

“I know a place,” he mumbled, and her eyes found his, immediately. “It's not what you're thinking, I haven't...I haven't fooled around in a school since...well, since I was in school. And I haven't been with anyone but Rachel since she and I started dating.” Cooper had aimed to soothe her trepidation, but it was clear from the arms she started to wrap around herself in subconscious self-defense, that he had fumbled. “I just...I want you to understand that I haven't felt like this in a long time-”

“Like what?” she piped up suddenly, and Cooper's brows drew together in observance of her. “How...how do I make you feel? How do you...how do you feel about me?” she pressed, and Cooper felt her slipping through his fingers, physically and metaphorically. He hadn't had such angsty words directed his way in decades. “Because I haven't exactly done this before, either, and I know you aren't gonna leave-” Glistening beads had started to form at the corners of her eyes by the time he interrupted her, his mouth forming perfectly against her lips that had began to pull into a frown she tried desperately to stave off.

“Let's not think about that. It's a problem for another day,” he insisted, his arms encircling her, his body and hers beginning to sway to the total lack of music in the air, his fingers splayed against the small of her back. “Unless you've had enough of me,” he whispered, and she lifted her cheek from his chest to gaze up at him, lips slightly parted as she released a nervous breath. “Should we find somewhere more private?” he hedged, and to his relief, she nodded, her eyes focused on his. “Do you know where the supply room is?” he asked, and she shook her head. Why would she? “Okay, go up to the third floor...” he gave clear directions and watched her until she was out of site, while he made a detour for the nurse's office, fiddling with the lock until the door gave way, and collecting a bandage for the hickey he'd left on her throat, and a condom.

By the time he'd made it up to the supply room he'd directed her toward, Veronica had managed to rid herself of the skin-tight jeans, and her high-tops, and she sat in her tank top, socks, and underthings, on the edge of a built-in counter. When was the last time he'd walked in on someone waiting for him like this, eager for him? Sure, it had been months since he and Rachel had shared anything close to a sexual encounter, but even before that, before he'd abandoned his safe-house on Brewster, before he'd taken notice of the young woman across the room from him, sex with his wife had been bland, passionless, and sporadic at best. Leaning out into the hall once more to check that they hadn't been followed, Cooper closed the door again, and made sure to lock it before turning back around to his guest.

“You're sure about this?” he queried, his shoulders shrugging as he began to slip off his jacket, his feet carrying him across the room to where she sat, anxious and aching and watching him ceaselessly.

“I'm sure,” she mumbled and nodded, her eyes following his hands as he began to lift his shirt, his torso perhaps not as taut and defined as some of the younger firemen, but decorated satisfyingly with strong muscle beneath the skin. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as he stepped between her parted thighs, running his large hands along them, sighing as he felt the heat of her soft flesh beneath his fingertips. Many a night had passed since the fateful evening they'd met, that he found himself the only wakeful person in his bed, thinking about those soft thighs that he longed to drag apart, and indulge however he wished. As she sat before him, he watched the space that separated them shrink as Veronica urged him closer, and felt his neglected bulge through the denim he still wore. “I don't suppose you happen to have, uh...protection?” she suddenly asked, and he raised his brows and dropped one of his hands from her body to pull a packet out of his pocket.

“Snagged one from the nurse's office,” he clarified when her look of surprise began to shift into something suspicious. “I hope I wasn't presuming too much-”

“No, it's not th-” she began to explain, but her voice was cut off swiftly by his mouth, his hand dropping the packet onto the counter she sat on, and drawing her open thighs closer, her legs wrapping around him eagerly, the heat that emanated from her scorching him where a scrap of lace served as the only barrier between them. “Cooper?” she questioned as she felt him part from her, drag her down off the counter, and press his chest to her back as he guided her to face away from him.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” he rasped as he felt hands that didn't belong to him fidgeting with the buckle of his belt, one of his own hands catching her wrists just as she managed to unbutton his jeans. When she spoke not a word, and leaned her head back against him as soon as he moved in closer, he began to guide her to lean against the counter, wrists still held in his hand, his grip gentle but secure. “Tell me what you want,” he breathed, as he traced her bare thigh with the fingertips of his unbusied hand.

“I want you,” she insisted, shifting her feet further apart, her wrists going limp in his hand, pliant and needy, becoming restless. “I want...whatever you want...as long as you're touching me...as long as some part of you is touching me,” she insisted, and his grip on her wrist dissolved, both his hands on her thighs as she tried desperately to get his jeans down his hips from the inconvenient angle. “I just wanna feel you,” she whimpered as his hands left her, and seconds later, there was again nothing but lace separating them, Veronica trying to part her legs even more, chest flattened against the smooth surface she splayed out across. An appreciative gasp left her as she tipped her hips up higher, felt the tip of his finger as he dragged the juncture of her panties to the side, and both froze at the buzzing that began to rattle his phone from the confines of Cooper's jeans pocket, closer to his ankles than his hips.

A groan, and a disappointed sigh, met the air as Cooper put more than physical distance between himself and the lovely, willing creature before him, extracting his phone to find multiple notifications : a ten minute old text, a stylized sheep head with no accompanying words, and a missed call from his wife. By the time he'd returned the text that overrode the need to return the call, Veronica was already dragging her jeans back up her legs.

“Veronica,” Cooper spoke up as she stepped around him, searching about for her canvas shoes and flopping unceremoniously down on the floor to drag them back on her feet. “You don't have to-”

“No, I do,” she interjected before she could lose her nerve. “This was a mistake...I think you should go home to your-”

“Is that what you really want?” Cooper suddenly cut in, and she remained silent for several seconds before picking out her words, carefully.

“It isn't...but you're not mine to want...I was an idiot to think any different,” any strength left in her voice fell away into a mumble as her words began to dry up, as she stepped nearer to the door he'd locked, Cooper watching her silently, taking not a single step to prevent her from disappearing. “I think you should go home to your wife, Mister Abbott.”

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“Thank you,” Veronica mumbled as she walked beside the married man she'd spent the evening with, clutching his arm through the sleeve of his jacket, Cooper hanging on to the fluffy team mascot plush he'd purchased for her. “For tonight, I mean...for saving me from a terrible date.” Passing by every souvenir shop and food stand the arena had to offer, half a dozen times at least, the pair eventually found themselves in the near-silence of the parking garage, a solid hour of the game still left to play out. To the relief of both of them, they had not come across even a single person the entire trek of concrete levels to Cooper's vehicle, and as they drew near, they found it glossy and meticulously cleansed of dirt and debris.

“I'm sure we can find a way for you to make it up to me,” Cooper answered as he slipped his arm out of her grasp, and wrapped it around her shoulders instead. When he peered down at her, and found her staring back with uncertain eyes, he immediately put on a fake, reassuring smile. “Kidding...I had a really good time, tonight,” he redirected, watching her eyes for a response that might not reach her lips. “It's nice not having to worry about who might see us,” he added, and she nodded subtly. “Not having to...sneak off and-”

“Cooper, we...still kinda managed to do that,” she noted, turning about to look over the concrete structure, full of unoccupied vehicles, pucks still sliding against the slick ice inside the arena. “In case you hadn't notice.”

“I noticed,” he confirmed as they finally reached his car, or rather, his minivan. “It's nice to walk freely in a crowd, but...I can't pretend that I don't prefer keeping you to myself.”

“Me, too,” she quietly confessed, glancing around again, confirming that they were still alone, trying not to dwell on his choice of words. “What a...weird coincidence tonight, I guess,” she continued.

It had struck him as odd that such a desirable opportunity would just fall into his lap, as if he were being rewarded. Every time he'd seen her, it had felt like a reward, but to have her all alone and unprotected by the rest of the world, crowds of acquaintances and strangers alike, it felt like an opportunity he'd stolen.

“And, um...thank you for the ride, too,” she mumbled as she placed a palm on what she gathered was his vehicle.

“Well, I couldn't just let you leave in some stranger's car,” he answered, pulling out his keys and starting up the engine with a button on the remote. “You never really know who's backseat you're getting in to,” he continued, leaning against the driver's side of his trusty Kia.

“Well, that is an impressive amount of backseat,” Veronica noted as she rested her weight against the minivan as well, observing the spacious seating through the window. “You're sure you don't wanna stick around and catch the rest of the game? I feel a little bad I kept you from it-”

“You didn't keep me from anything I wouldn't happily miss,” he insisted, his back against the driver's seat window, as the young woman beside him visually inspected the interior through the tinted glass. “Although,” he continued, and she glanced his way, “I wouldn't mind hanging around a little longer...I'm not in a hurry to say goodbye.” When she remained quiet, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth like she was trying to bite back a response, and looked away again, Cooper added, “Are you?”

Veronica remained silent for several seconds, staring through the darkened window in front of her, before she finally spoke up again. “I'm not...but I...” She trailed off again as she tilted her head to look his way, only to let out an audible breath as she turned away again.

“What can I do?” Cooper asked suddenly, earnestly, and she glanced up at him once more, her brows drawn together in confusion. “To make you more comfortable, I mean?” When she shrugged, and turned even more obviously away from him, a frustrated sigh escaped him. “Veronica, you know I...I didn't plan for any of this. I didn't plan to meet you, or like you...or miss you, or...feel...the way I do,” he finally articulated, reaching out a hand to trail his fingertips down the nape of her neck, and she swiveled slowly back around, her eyes shinier in the floodlights of the parking garage, moisture beading up at the corners.

“How...how do you feel? You never really told me before, you just...tried to distract me with sex,” she recalled aloud as she shrugged her shoulders, thinking back to the evening they'd nearly consummated their affair, in the supply room of the middle school. “And then your wife called, and-”

Whatever words that had nearly spilled out were silenced as Cooper reached for Veronica's shoulder and pressed her back against the pristinely clean side of his car, her body sandwiched between himself and the vehicle, his hands finding her jaw and tilting back her chin to capture her lips.

“We're here...we're all alone...and I don't think either of us really wanna dwell on my marriage, right now,” he mused, stroking her cheek, her jaw, along her throat. “In fact,” he dropped his hands from her just as suddenly, and she watched in silence as he gripped his wedding band and drew it off his ring finger, nudging the round piece of metal into his smallest pocket. “Does that help?” he asked, and after a few seconds, she finally nodded, glancing back up to his eyes.

“A little,” she admitted, reaching out to feel the freshly bare spot on his hand. Suddenly dipping his free hand into his back pocket, he dragged out his phone, glanced at the screen, and pressed the power button until the device began to shut off, just as Veronica had earlier.

“There,” he declared as he showed her the black screen. “No more distractions. Just...you and me,” he observed, leaning against the driver's door as he continued to hold her hand, Veronica weaving her slender fingers between his larger ones.

“You, and me...and your minivan,” she acknowledged, and Cooper shifted his gaze to the vehicle they leaned against.

“Please don't call it that...it makes me sound like a soccer mom, or something,” he huffed, but there was a warmth to his expression as he watched her.

“Sorry,” Veronica mumbled, and she complied to his will when he released her, only to place a hand on her waist through her dress, and twirl her around to face his vehicle as he stepped up behind her, Veronica leaning her body against the glass and metal surface before her. “So...was this your plan?” she spoke up, and he let out a small hmm? as his fingers wandered over the sides of her body through her clingy sweater dress, reaching the bottom hem and slowly dragging up the edge over the roundness of her ass, leaning his body in even closer, the denim of his jeans meeting her mostly bare skin. “To get me alone, again...against the side of your mini-”

“Car,” he insisted, drawing a hand back to dig out his remote, pressing a button and placing his arm around her as the door slid open to reveal the second row of seating. “And actually, I thought you might be more comfortable inside,” he continued, reaching inside the vehicle and fiddling around until the seat began to electronically adjust and recline, looking more like a modern theater seat. “There's plenty of room, for...all sorts of adventures.”

“Adventures?” she repeated as she dragged the edge of her dress back into place, and proceeded to climb inside, maneuvering past the reclined seat to settle into the next one over. “Is that what they used to called it?”

“Hey, take it easy on me,” Cooper muttered, as he climbed into the reclined seat and slid the door back into place, the engine still running, heating up the chilled vehicle to a more comfortable temperature. “'I haven't done anything like this in a long time,” he reminded, stretching his body out over the reclined surface. Letting his head fall to one side against the cushioning below him, he reached out a welcoming hand, “C'mere.”

Taking a breath as she stared at his outstretched hand, Veronica shifted her gaze back up to his eyes, instead. “I don't suppose you still have that condom from the nurse's office?” she hedged, and to her relief, Cooper simply raised his brows thoughtfully, and started to pat his hands over his own clothing, looking for his wallet.

“I...It's not...here,” he mumbled as he thumbed through his billfold, but before Veronica could respond, he started to climb out of his seat and toward the front row.

“It's okay. I'm on the pill, so-”

“Hold on, it might be...” his voice fell away as he popped open the glove box, shuffling his hand around inside until his fingers brushed over a square packet, and something else he'd nearly forgotten. Extracting the two discoveries, he returned to the reclined seat and adjusted it to sit up straighter. Holding both items in his hands, he glanced over to the young woman at his side. Opening his hands, he watched for her reaction as she noticed first the shiny pouch, and the small, hinged box immediately after. Before Veronica's mind could work through a dozen explanations for the gift box – most of them including the wife who surely sat at home at that very moment, assuming no ill intentions-

“Here,” Cooper offered simply, reaching out with the box in the palm of his hand as he clutched the pouch with the other, Veronica taking hold of what he offered her with hesitant fingers.

“Cooper, you really shouldn't...” her voice faded into silence as she stared at the pendant necklace inside the hinged box, a single glistening stone, hanging from a delicate chain – a replacement for the cheaper one he'd snapped as he'd ripped it from The Butcher's most recent victim's throat.

“Do you like it?” he abruptly asked, and she glanced back up to his eyes, and down again, as she carefully extracted the necklace from the box.

“I do,” she confessed, setting the box down on the floor, holding the piece of evidence in her hand. “How long have you been holding on to this?” she asked as she crept over to slide onto his lap when he reached a hand out again.

“Since the summer,” he answered, a technical truth. It hadn't been his initial aim to gift it to her, but as his hands slid around her neck to fasten the piece of jewelry, he found himself glad to have it at his disposal. “I never know when I'm going to see you next, so...” his voice faded away as he watched her stare at the pendant, held between the tips of her fingers. “Maybe I should have waited until after, though,” he contemplated as she looked back up to his eyes, her brows drawing together in confusion. “I don't want you to feel...obligated.”

“Cooper,” Veronica whispered as she stood up, just to adjust and sit back down, the hem of her dress rising up her thighs as she straddled him. “I had a pretty good idea of where things might go if I followed you out here,” she admitted, placing her hands along his shoulders as his own hands found her hips, running the pads of his fingers up and down her curves that sat atop his lap, through the sweater material. “I'm where I wanna be.”

“So am I,” Cooper mumbled, running his thumbs over the knit surface as she shifted slightly atop him, the bottom edge of the dress rising with every move they made. “Well, almost...”

With a brief glance around the parking garage from the confines of the minivan's back seat, Veronica felt Cooper's fingertips at her cheek, and she returned her gaze to his umber eyes, focused squarely on her. “It's just us. No school, no crowd...just us...just me, and my girl,” he assured, nudging strands of hair that had fallen out of place behind her ear. “It's what we both want, isn't it?”

She answered not with words, but still her lips, as she leaned into him, tenderly accepting the kiss he immediately offered, Cooper's hands along her sides and bunching up the fabric that clung to her. Veronica's hands found his belt, and began to unfasten it, working at the button of his jeans, the zipper below. If he'd lacked the boxer-briefs that clung to his skin, his cock would have sprung forth in defiance of gravity, immediately. With a quick jumble of limbs and groans and soft laughter, Cooper's jeans, underwear, and the scrap of lace that had protected Veronica's modesty, were deposited onto the empty seat at their side, the married man's hands grasping at the parted thighs of the young woman who was not his bride.

“How are you already so wet?” Cooper whispered as he stared up to her closed eyes, her open thighs on his lap as he mentally complemented the spaciousness of the vehicle he'd selected for himself. “I've barely touched you.”

“Cooper,” she breathed as she placed a hand at his shoulder, her other hand wrapping around his cock, swiping the pad of her thumb over the pearly fluid leaking out of its slit, Cooper's eyes flitting closed as Veronica slid her glistening flesh along his length, carefully rolled her hips. “You don't have to touch me to make me wet. Just being around you, I...I want you all the time.” Cooper's grip on her tightened slightly as he began to rut lightly against her where she worked atop his lap, teasing and delicious and frustrating all at once. “And when you're so close, even just holding my hand, I...I don't think there's any hope for me.”

Eyes focused on the junction of their thighs, Cooper relaxed more into the reclined seat, watching her movements as her slick coated the underside of his cock, and when she slid into just the right position, he thrust his hips, sheathing himself inside her with a gasp of surprise from Veronica, and a groan from his own lips as her walls clinched around him. “No hope?” he questioned as he began to pump himself inside her, as she rolled her hips and let out the softest sounds he'd heard in nearly a month.

“I think...,” she began, and sighed instead as he took hold of her hips and guided her body as he thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt as she engulfed him. “I think you've...I think you've ruined me,” she whispered, letting out more inarticulate noises as his large hands began to explore, grasping gently at her clothed breasts that bounced with every movement of his hips.

“Not yet,” he breathed out, his fingers grazing over the sides of her neck, and palming the nape to drag her into another kiss when she mumbled a 'what?' in response. Her swallowed word was replaced with simpler noises, sighing into his mouth as his hands ghosted down her sides and around to grip her ass, encouraging her to grind against him. Cooper observed her with fascination and pride as he leaned back against the reclining seat once more, her lips still parted as she rode him. “You, uh...you said-mmph...uhh, you're on the pill, right?” the husband groaned out, sparing a half-lidded glance to the forgotten condom packet, poking out of the compartment at his side.

Veronica nodded, opening her eyes to look into his, following his gaze. “Oops,” she mumbled as her movements stilled, making a face that seemed to confirm it was an honest mistake, and that she couldn't care less. “Do you wanna-”

“Don't you dare,” Cooper rasped as he suddenly thrust deeper inside, encouraging her to move as he gripped her hips tighter, Veronica's eyes sliding closed again as he took blatant control, leaning in closer as he guided her along his cock, slow and steady, knowing anything more would take him over the edge, humiliatingly quickly. It had been well over half a year since he'd been touched by anything but his own hands, after all, and he damn sure wasn't going to let it end any sooner than he could prevent.

The necklace from his latest victim bounced between the two of them as Cooper fucked her until his body could take no more, spilling inside as her walls and her arms clung to him as if he would evaporate, should she let go.

The ride was mostly quiet as Cooper sat in the driver's seat of his Kia, Veronica in the passenger seat at his side. The radio hummed at a low volume, just loud enough for the songs to be discernible, but neither paid it much mind. Cooper kept his eyes fairly steadily on the road, mostly free of traffic as he avoided highways and busier main streets, extending the trip as much as he dared. The game was likely finished by now, the city's team almost certainly suffering another loss, and the husband knew he only had so long before his absence became excessive. He still needed to stop by one of his safe houses to clean up, and wash her off of him. Much as he favored cleanliness, he mentally conceded that he'd happily wear the scent of her on his body all night and into the morning if he could. “I'm sorry,” he suddenly spoke aloud, and the young woman at his side shifted her gaze to him, confused and a bit concerned.

“Why are you sorry?” she questioned, drawing her limbs up to sit cross-legged in the seat, her boots abandoned on the floor, socks clinging to her feet. Anxiety immediately began to gnaw at her as she mentally thumbed through all the reasons he might have for an apology. Maybe he regretted what they'd done, or was readying himself to declare they shouldn't see each other any-

“All the build up, and then...you just felt so damn good, and I couldn't...hold it back,” he admitted, glancing her way as they came to a stop sign. “Next time, it'll be better,” he assured, and her brows raised as she considered his words.

“Next time?” she repeated, and he nodded as his eyes re-focused on the road, the car beginning to roll forward again.

“Unless you don't want to-”

“No, I...I do,” Veronica interrupted, and the driver let out a faint chuckle. “And, um...it's okay,” she murmured, accepting Cooper's right hand when he reached it out toward her, navigating the wheel with his left.

“It's just been a really long time, and you felt so...” his voice drifted off, taking in a breath and stroking her knuckles with his thumb.

“How, um...how long has it been?” she asked suddenly, and with barely a moment to recall, he promptly answered.

“Since before we met,” he confirmed, easing his foot onto the break as he reached a corner, and turned. “What about you?”

Veronica remained silent as she tried to recall her last complete sexual encounter. Her answer did not match his own.

“Well?” he spoke up again, and felt her draw her hand away, slowly.

“It was...just after the school year ended...at the beginning of summer,” she admitted, and Cooper briefly glanced her way before returning his gaze to the road, his expression unchanged, unreadable. “It was after I saw you at the school, with your wife,” she explained, and he nodded, his gaze focused on the street before them. “I was jealous, and I felt so...stupid,” Veronica admitted, and Cooper's brows furrowed slightly. Corruptible and easy to manipulate, yes, but stupid? He shook his head in silent disagreement, listening as she continued.

“Anyway, it's was just...some guy. I picked the first guy on this app that didn't make my skin crawl, and we had a proper date, and things just...kinda happened.” The last of her words came out as little more than a mumble, Cooper taking another turn on a quiet street, her tiny, rented home entering their view from several houses away. “It didn't mean anything,” she clarified, and the car rolled on until he pressed the breaks and put his minivan into park, adjusting his keys in the ignition until the engine became silent. “And it...it wasn't worth it.”

“He didn't hurt you-” Cooper began to question, but she swiftly quashed his concern.

“No, nothing like that, we just...didn't really have any chemistry. To be honest...it just made me miss you even more.” His eyes were focused squarely on her own as she finally gazed up at him. “I didn't even know that was possible.” Before Cooper could muster a reassuring response, his phone began to buzz and play a clip from a song Veronica only faintly recognized. Cooper's eyes focused on the screen as he tapped away a response to the new text, and slipped it back into the concealed pocket of his jacket. “Was that...Lady Raven?” Veronica spoke up, a hint of amusement in her voice as she stared at him, watching as he shrugged in admittance.

“My daughter, she, uh...she insisted on making it my ringtone for her,” Cooper explained, and the young woman smiled more broadly at the answer.

“I didn't know song ringtones were even still a thing,” she answered, and he shrugged.

For as poor of a husband as he had become, he still held on fiercely to the label of 'good dad'. “I'm taking Riley to see her in concert in a few weeks. She's already counting down the hours,” he revealed, and the smile on Veronica's face softened into something closer to admiration.

“That's cool,” she stated simply, and Cooper nodded slightly. “I didn't get to see anyone I actually wanted to see in concert until I was old enough to pay for it on my own,” she admitted, and the confined space went silent again as she begrudgingly started to pull on her boots. She was absolutely not ready to say goodbye, but she knew it couldn't be helped. “So, um...when do you think...,” she closed her mouth for a few seconds of contemplation, and let out a sigh, took in a deeper breath. “When can I...see you again?”

“You're sure you want to?” Cooper pressed, but not an inch of his face appeared serious, and his passenger sucked in her lower lip and nodded resolutely. “Well, let's see, uh...” Cooper paused, taking a moment to actually consider his options. “There's a dance coming up at the school, I think...right around Halloween,” he recalled, and Veronica nodded slowly, a bit confused. “Well, I think they're still looking for chaperones to sign up...I'm sure we could manage to slip away, unnoticed,” he suggested, and she nodded with understanding, rolling her eyes at the thought of chaperoning a middle school dance, but knowing the eventual moments alone with Cooper would be worth it.

* * * a few weeks later * * *

What started out as a very normal day had plummeted into a bizarre and unsettling night as Veronica drove home from her boring, unfulfilling office job, thinking about Cooper sporadically throughout the day as she often did, wondering how the concert was going and how he was coping with an arena full of teenage fangirls and the pop star they worshiped. Confusion and curiosity had crept over her as she encountered the first checkpoint on her way home, a sinking feeling in her stomach as the officer showed her a photo of a very familiar man, asking if she'd seen him or knew him at all. She had lied, of course, and stated she did not recognize him, and drove on, but her stomach felt sick as her mind raced. She'd faced a second checkpoint with slightly less composure, denying again her knowledge of him, but by the third stop, a couple of miles from her house, she was barely keeping it together. Placing her phone in airplane mode, shutting off the car stereo, she focused solely on reaching her home, and then...

The street was dark as usual as she turned onto it, her diminutive house coming into view thanks to her headlights, the streetlights still out of order from the most recent thunderstorm. Rolling up the driveway, she glanced up to her front door, and squinted as she noticed a faint light coming through the window beside it. Energy bills being unreasonably high, she was almost certain she'd shut off everything she could before leaving, that morning. Her steps were slow and cautious as she locked her car, cringing at the obnoxiously loud beep of the alarm, and approached her front door. Still locked. No obvious signs of forcible entry. She pressed her key into the lock and hedged inside.

Standing in the threshold, there was no question that she wasn't alone. Though she saw no other forms of life, her washing machine was rattling through a rinse cycle, and the dishes she'd left in the sink after breakfast that morning were on the drying rack, and water was blasting noisily from the shower head in her bathroom. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to correctly guess who else was in her home.

Abandoning her belongings on a side table and slipping out of her shoes, she made the short trek to the bathroom, the sound of flowing water ending just as she raised her hand to knock gently at the door, and her voice was soft and anxious as she simply asked, “Cooper?” Met with silence for several seconds, the door finally opened from the inside, and Veronica stared up at the tawny, looming man she'd sworn multiple times in the last hour to have no knowledge of. Towel wrapped around his waist, hair tousled and damp, friendship bracelets still wrapped around his wrist, he stared at her as she stared back at him, silent, waiting. “I...,” she began, swallowed, started again, “I don't...I-”

“How was work?” he asked abruptly, and her brows furrowed as he glimpsed himself in the mirror, using his fingers to comb his damp hair into the style he'd grown accustom to.

“It was...What are you doing here?” she mumbled as she watched him preen.

“I imagine you've heard by now...I had a, uh...a pretty messy night,” he confirmed, and she nodded slowly, staring at him as his gaze shifted toward her reflection in the bathroom mirror. “You haven't alerted anyone, have you? That's I'm here?” he asked, and she shook her head, 'no'. “I see you're still wearing the necklace I gave you.”

Glancing down and lifting her hand to grasp the pendant that hung from her neck, she looked back up to him as his own hand reached out to gently clutch the sparkling jewel, something akin to relief washing over him when she showed no hesitation at his nearness, still. Veronica couldn't help but notice the lack of a gold band around his finger, and Cooper watched her studiously as she reached her free hand up to grasp at his unadorned fingers.

“I wasn't sure how you'd react,” he admitted, abandoning the jewel to brush his fingers over her cheek, nudging the loose strands from a long day out of her eyes.

“I don't...I-” she began to stammer, confused and anxious, and more than a little unsettled at the fact that her response was due to the idea of losing him, so much more than the fresh knowledge of his brutally violent extra-curricular activities.

“You're still my girl, aren't you?” he whispered, both his hands on her face now as he held her gaze captive. Swallowing visibly, she nodded slowly, transfixed by The Butcher as he stood before her. “And I'm sure you understand, that I...I can't stay here,” he muttered as he watched her, felt her hands as she lifted them up to cover his own, her eyes closed, her face flushing, hot moisture prickly at the corners of her eyes.

“I know,” she whispered as her grip loosened, but his own hands grasped at hers before she could drop them back down. “You can...you can hide out here, as long as you need t-”

“Come with me,” he implored, suddenly, and she looked back up to his umber eyes, near-certain she'd imagined his request. “Please,” he insisted when her silence continued, Veronica taking in a shuddered breath as he dipped down and pressed his lips against hers, his kiss soft and minty and reassuring, her hands on his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around her and held her in his embrace. Nodding almost imperceptibly against him, he let go a sigh of relief when he felt her arms wind around him as well. “You're sure,” he murmured as he leaned down to rest his forehead against her crown.

“I'm sure.”

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Rain to his Fire (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon 80s Au) (18+)

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

Summary: In 1985, you were assigned as a custodian in the King's Landing Psychiatric inpatient and wellness center after your mother's passing. Your job was mundane and boring, but that was until a new patient arrived, a young man with a wild and eccentric personality, harbouring a secret that will change your life forever.

Warning: 18+, discussion of mental health (it's a fic based in a mental health facility), the fic would contain several mentions of several disorders like mpd, did etc, if something triggers you don't read, smoking.

“Room 393 needs cleaning up, new guy is coming” you heard your supervisor Mona so you sighed and quickly nodded. Working as a custodian in a mental health facility wasn't ever really a dream job for you but you didn't have any option at the moment. Your mother had worked all her life for the center and when she passed, as per her request beforehand, the job was immediately offered to you, and you had debts to pay so you couldn't really deny that offer.

At thirty you didn't really see your life heading towards anything better anyways and you didn't really despise working here. Helping people feel good at times. Your job wasn't limited to cleaning services, you would often get assigned to patients who needed a caregiver for physical and emotional needs.

King's landing psychiatric inpatient and wellness center was a six floor building at the outskirts of London, it was established in 1955 and your mother had started her job the same year, it's been thirty years now and two years since she had passed, she was living nearby because she was married and had a child, you on other hand didn't want to travel back n forth so you chose to live here itself as a permanent live in staff of the wellness center.

You were accustomed to seeing patients coming in for various disorders, most were delusional at worst or suffered from some sort of dysphoria. However, the patients at the King's Landing Wellness Center were not usually considered dangerous and you had never felt threatened by any one of them except a few women who lashed out at you and pushed you around last year. But with time, you had learned to provide them with the care and attention they needed instead of judging them for the outburst.

“Are you listening y/n?” You snapped back to reality as Mona called your name and gathered your cleaning cart to go fix room 393, there was this girl that had just gotten released from the facility, Tanya, she was a shy, quiet girl in her mid twenties with a debilitating case of multiple personality disorder.

You mostly kept to yourself at the facility as you didn't want to get involved or too overly attached with the patients.

The moment you took the mattress off to deep clean the bed, you discovered a piece of paper underneath. Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to open it. Once you saw the writing on the paper, a feeling of unease coursed through your body, the words seemed almost ominous

“They are going to hurt me. I know, I'll never get out of here, if you find this please make sure to check up on me please”

You sighed before you folded the paper and placed it inside your apron quickly before it would get lost. What did she mean you wondered? The centre was under the supervision of three doctors. Doctor Vis was a man in his early forties and he was the most feared of all three because of his unorthodox methods of treatment but the other two doctors, Lisa and Darren seemed more approachable.

As you made your way out of room 393, you saw Doctor Vis standing in the hallway, having a conversation with another man. The other man stood with his back against the wall while Doctor Vis stood uncomfortably close to him, he was handcuffed so you assumed that he was being aggressive in his therapy session, as you walked past them you looked at the man briefly and normally you'd have looked away but this time you couldn't for some reason, he had a shiny silver hair that you had never really seen on a man before and it caught your eye immediately. The uniform he had on wasn't a surprise as it was a dress code for the patients, a white shirt and same coloured trousers.

His eyes met yours briefly and he smirked so you looked away immediately ,

“You didn't tell me you hired such beautiful chicks around here to be your servant-” Daemon had barely finished his sentence before Vis grabbed his collar to warn him. Vis looked as you walked past them and turned to make left into the hallway, disappearing out of their sight.

“Don't make this more difficult than it already is you moron”

Dr. Vis escorted Daemon into the room where he was immediately uncuffed. With the doctor now gone, Daemon let out an angry roar before throwing the chair into the room's window, shattering it into pieces.

“New guy is here” you mumbled as you reached the canteen. The rest of the staff members, including those from the pantry and cleaning services, were already gathered at the table. Shyla, who was the same age as you approached you. But in contrast to you, Shyla appeared to have a backup plan in mind after her tenure here.

“Oh god have you guys seen him, he's really hotttt in a really weird way”

You gulped as she said that, she always lived on the edge, it was unprofessional and unethical to talk about patients this way. Besides, he wasn't hot at all.

“Cut out with the heart eyes girl he must be a cuckoo to be here”

Another woman, Dina , intervened as she whispered very quietly, you didn't appreciate her language but then she wasn't wrong, sane people didn't come here.

“Hey y/n, new patient broke the window in 393, clean it up”

Mona suddenly entered the canteen so you sighed but then you were left feeling confused.

“How did he break it? Those windows are supposed to be unbreakable” you asked her curiously as the windows in the patient's room were specifically designed to withstand extreme conditions and were built to be unbreakable for security reasons.

“Don't question what's and how's, do your job girl” she glared at you so you picked up your cleaning cart again.

As you entered room 393, you spotted the new patient on the bed, seemingly engrossed in a book. Your brow furrowed as you took in the sight of the debris of shattered glass scattered around the room. Quickly, you grabbed a broom and began the cleaning process, starting from the corners to ensure that you picked up every last shard. As you swept, you couldn't help but feel puzzled as to how the window was broken in the first place,

“You shouldn't be doing such things, they are not afraid of sending violent patients to the lone ward” you mumbled so he looked up from his book and then glanced at you from top to bottom before he let out a snicker.

“Awnnn do you get paid to offer advice around here or cleaning is your only area of expertise?”

You glared at him as he said that but you remained calm, you couldn't raise your voice with patients even though you had been wanting to do it for a long while now.

“Sir im just-” you cringed internally as you addressed him as sir, it wasn't a norm but then you didn't really know his name yet. He had changed out of his uniform so you couldn't even read the name tag.

“Do your fucking job girl and get out”

You cut back on your words as he spoke rudely to you, perhaps he was admitted for extreme anger issues, whatever it was you just wanted to get out and not see him at least for a day.

You missed Tanya, she was a sweet girl, and you hadn't forgotten the note you had found under her bed this morning but then she wasn't exactly stable in her mind, people often scribbled down their most intrusive thoughts in their free time, and there was abundance of that around here. Besides you had bid her goodbye, she had hugged you warmly and she seemed happier for once.

During the lunch service you saw his smug face again as he sat down in the corner of the cafeteria, his eyes met with yours and he gave you a small smile but you didn't return it. Though you didn't want to take his words personally, he was dealing with something and that's why he was here.

“Mrs Rodriguez, are you finished with your food?” You asked the elderly lady so she snapped out of her thoughts and nodded but as you raised your hand forward to pick up her plate she grabbed your hand,

“Simon thinks i should eat less” she mumbled almost fearfully and your heart clenched for her, Simon was merely a figment of her imagination.

“Well he's wrong because you are eating as much as you should” she let go of your hand and smiled as you said that to her. When you reached around his table you noticed that he hadn't even touched his food,

“Are you going to eat sir? Your half an hour is almost over” you asked him so he chuckled. New patients in the center had strict rules and regulations to follow during the beginning of their treatment.

“Who should I be asking around here for a smoke?” He asked you and your brows furrowed.

“That's not allowed, i will help you with a nicotine patch if you're feeling restless -” he rolled his eyes as you said that.

“I don't need that shit” he grumbled under his breath so you looked at the time. Looking at him you couldn't really tell what actually was wrong with him, well besides the anger issues obviously, he seemed almost normal, almost self aware which really wasn't usual around this place.

“Please finish your food, dinner service is around 8 and a man of your size won't get any nutrition from the snacks we offer during tea time” you spoke a bit sternly and the corner of his mouth curved into a small smile.

“What's your name y/n?” He asked you so you looked at him baffled, he clearly read your name on the badge and he said it as well.

“I don't know your name either” you mumbled politely so he gave you a smile

“Daemon”

“Have an easy day Mr. Daemon, first few days are always difficult” you ultimately grabbed his plate as you left because he didn't seem to be in any mood to eat at the time.

Around evening as you finished your shift you made your way to your room at the fourth floor to take a shower and relax a bit. You took out the note you had found under Tanya's bed and placed it inside your cupboard safely, a part of you continued to feel uneasy about this thing, another was thinking about Daemon.

Why was he there? What had he done? You were not allowed to enquire about these things unless or until you were told the information by the authorities.

Daemon couldn't really sleep at night, how could he? He was locked up in here and was being treated as if he was crazy but he knew what he was and he wasn't delusional about it either. Even as sleep came for him he had a horrible nightmare that had him tossing and turning in his bed again so he woke up and stepped out of his room quietly as the room was starting to suffocate him. That's when he found the window at the end of the corridor and that was all he needed.

Around 2 at night, you were enjoying a peaceful moment to yourself on the terrace of the building, taking a break with a cigarette. As you were absorbed in your own thoughts, you heard a loud thud sound from behind you. Startled, you jumped and quickly turned around, only to find the new patient, Daemon, standing there. You couldn't believe how he had gotten there, he didn't have the key to the door and you clearly remembered locking it when you had gotten in. The terrace was strictly off-limits to patients for obvious reasons.

“What..are you doing here, you can't be here mister” you almost sounded frantic and kind of scared to be honest. And why didn't he have a shirt on? It was freaking cold out here. And why was he so freaking ripped?

“Hooking me up with a bloody nicotine patch when you got this sweet thing right here?” he asked you as he approached you so you took a few steps behind you until you had hit the ledge. You quickly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it under your flip flops before he could attempt to steal it from you.

“Now that's a waste of a good cigarette” he almost seemed offended with his brows furrowed and scowl on his face.

“Look, don't come near me alright?” You warned him so he crossed his arms and stepped closer to you despite your warning.

“I'm not going to harm you, I can, don't get me wrong.. but I won't”

Was that supposed to make you feel better?

“Please come with me, let me take you to your room .. please”

As he heard your gentle voice his teeth gritted together. “Please just listen to me ..it's only best for you” You brought your arm forward to grab his forearm but you flinched away as soon as you had touched his skin.

“Are you sick? You're burning like a furnace” You asked him worriedly so he scratched his scalp before he looked around and took a deep breath “And how did you get here?”

“I'm not sick, do I look sick to you?” He asked you so you shook your head but that was pointless, if he was a regular smoker, perhaps he was feeling the withdrawal.

“Just one puff, I'll be indebted to you forever darling, please, what do you want me to do beg? I can beg on my knees .You want that?..”

“Ohhh shut up for god's sake -” You cut him off mid sentence as he started to ramble but the stupid smirk on his face was still there. “I'll lose my job Daemon -”

“Nobody will know”

“I can't do it.. please understand please..”

He sighed and the pleading look on your face made him willing to listen to you ultimately.

How did he even come up here? You had come via the main entrance and it was locked from inside. As you escorted him back to his room, you mumbled a quick good night but he suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the door, your heart was right into your mouth at the moment for several different reasons, you had been pushed over by several women at the facility but never a man, especially not a man like him who seemed so strong and so unstable. If worse comes to worse you knew you wouldn't be able to defend yourself.

“Daemon let go of me” you mumbled sternly but his hands were on your upper arms, holding you tightly still. He wasn't hurting you, not yet at least.

“Shhhhh shhh shhhh” as he whispered in your ear you were going to scream but nothing came out of your throat, not even a squeak, you feared that he was going to touch you inappropriately, if this wasn't inappropriate as it was, but then he placed his nose on the crook of your neck and took a sniff. Like a wild animal he sniffed you, literally.

One sniff, two sniff, and then one two three at once, you couldn't help but wonder why you weren't feeling as uncomfortable as you should have in a similar situation.

“What are you doing?” You asked him gently to not aggregate him so he looked you right in the eyes before he cupped your cheeks and stared at your lips, his nose rubbed slightly against yours before he closed his eyes, grunted a little and finally stepped away from you. His chest was heaving from breathlessness, same as yours as you both stared at each other for a moment. What the hell was that?

“Get out lady”

He mumbled so you immediately got the fuck out of there, you were looking behind every step of the way to see if he was following you but he wasn't. At the end of the corridor you stopped as suddenly, your feet came in contact with a piece of fabric on the floor, and when you bent down to investigate, you realized it was Daemon's shirt but it was completely shredded in several pieces - the same shirt he had worn this evening.

The realization left you feeling even more puzzled and disoriented. How had he managed to enter the terrace when it was locked from the outside. It seemed impossible. It was impossible. Or perhaps there was another way? Or maybe you were going crazy yourself? Now that was possible.

As your head hit your pillow you ran your fingers over your neck, right where he was sniffing, he seemed so...so primal in that moment, so animalistic, if that was the right choice of word. Did you atleast smell good? God you hoped so. Or not. He was a patient, you had to keep that in mind, he had issues.

The next morning while Daemon was away for his therapy session with the doctors you decided to clean up his room, he had left you feeling a bit unnerved last night with his strange behavior but you weren't really scared of him and then you wondered why you weren't scared of him after what he had done.

The iron bars on his window were the first thing you had noticed as you had entered the room. As you heard loud footsteps approaching the room you quickly collected your stuff to prepare to leave.

As Dr. Vis entered with Daemon he looked at you and spoke politely “Will you please step out ?” Vis asked you so you nodded immediately.

“Yes doctor, I'm almost done” you grabbed your cart and walked past them, your eyes met with Daemon and he seemed angry, but also really sad? His eyes were read and teary, such a contrast from his snarky demeanor yesterday.

As the door slammed shut, you found yourself in a state of morbid curiosity. So instead of minding your own business as you should have, you pressed your ear against the door instead, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on inside. Why did he look so sad?

“You had promised you wouldn't start with the absurdity right off the bat” Dr. Vis yelled at Daemon and that bothered you. Why was he yelling at a patient like this on his second day?

“Absurdity? You think me speaking of my true self is absurd?” Daemon asked the doctor and you didn't understand what was happening, what was he suffering from?

Dazed and confused as you reached the staff area Shyla walked around the table with a smirk on her face so you finally gave in.

“What?”

As you asked her she slammed her hands on the table in a dramatic manner.

“I found out why the new guy is here”

You weren't the one to gossip but you really wanted to know why Daemon was there? Why was he here? What was hurting him?

“How did you find out?” You asked her to seem disinterested as you didn't want to make your interest apparent.

“I have my source girl” she patted herself on shoulders so you crossed your arms together.

“Uhuh and what did your source tell you?”

“Well you're not ready for this-"

“Just spill it already” you chuckled as you spoke but the way she was stalling had only gotten you more curious.

“He thinks..now listen to this..he thinks he's a dragon” she mumbled excitedly so you stared at her all perplexed.

“What?”

“The new guy believes that he's a human dragon hybrid or something like that.. unbelievable right?”

Oh well!! That was a big problem huh.

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| Crybaby | part one

Mean Punk/Grunge Anakin x Naive Femme Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: demeaning comments, crude behavior, aggression toward reader, death mentioned, hurt/no comfort

Info: Anakin is an ass, like no joke he’s really mean. Pierced and tatted Ani, he plays the drums, annoying rude neighbor, modern AU (90’s), he might be mean now but I promise he will get better (probably)

NOT PROOFREAD

I based this bot on the concept of mean drummer Anakin, idk y’all he’s just so yummy to me and I had to write about him.

It had been about three days since your arrival to Bespin Drive, you’d settled in nicely, no lost boxes and no broken plates. Your home was tiny and perfect and all yours, tucked away at the end of a cul-de-sac.

All your neighbors seemed kind, at least the ones you’d met when you decided to make a good impression by bringing around fresh baked cookies to the houses around the circle.

There was one neighbor you hadn’t gotten to meet yet, the one you were hoping to catch leaving his house any moment now. As luck would have it, you saw him when you looked up from your book, after being startled at the loud clang of a screen door swinging shut.

It was then that you were finally able to take in his appearance, the grungey charm of his tattoos and piercings, the energy he exuded. You’d never seen someone like him in real life, only in magazines and the album covers of CD’s you’d never buy.

Spiked hair with a blue streak, chunky metal hoops in his cartilage, a giant slab of obsidian tucked into his stretched earlobes. Snake bite lip piercings paired with one in his eyebrow and two studs in each nostril, along with a dangling hoop in his septum.

He wore baggy jeans with a thick chain and scuffed shoes, an oversized band shirt and several leather studded bracelets paired with chunky sliver rings. He was attractive, a little unconventional, but attractive all the same.

He was the kind of guy your parents would ground you for bringing home, even if only as a friend. But you weren’t like your parents, you didn’t know a stranger, after all a stranger was just a friend you hadn’t met yet and this boy was no different.

“Hi!” You jumped up and tossed your book aside, bounding down your porch steps toward him.

Anakin arched an eyebrow skeptically at your outburst, his default response was to assume the worst in people. However, your genuine smile and the way you unabashedly made your way over stirred something deep within him.

He grumbled under his breath, trying to decide if this interaction would be worth the effort of walking over to you. With a puff of annoyance, he pushed himself off the side of his car where he had just ignited a cigarette and walked towards you, his steps heavy. He came to a stop a few feet away, crossing his arms as he peered down at you.

“Hey.” He responded simply, gesturing to your house with his cigarette, “you know the guy who lived there died in the kitchen.”

“He what?” You gasped, looking back at your front door in shock.

“Yeah.” He sucked air through his teeth, “you’ve never heard the noises at night?”

“Noises?” You squeaked.

“Mhm.” He flicked his ashes at the ground with a smirk. “Supposedly you can still hear his raspy breathing if you listen closely.“

You shook your head vigorously, backing up. “Wait, but the realtor never-“

“I’m joking.” He snickered, “it’s a joke you’re supposed to laugh.”

“Oh… um.” You smiled nervously thinking maybe you were making a mistake in trying to speak to him.

He was testing you, trying to gauge your reactions and responses, getting a laugh out of his little game.

“Cigarette?” He offered, tipping the soft pack and lighter toward you.

“I don’t smoke.” You said quietly, feeling a bit out of your comfort zone.

“I could’ve guessed.” He snickered.

“What do you mean by that?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean, you look like a prude.” His face devoid of all emotion.

The color drained from your cheeks and your palms began to sweat. You were already nervous to begin with, but seeing as how he was so abrasive, you were unsure of what to say or do next.

“That wasn’t very nice.” You mumbled.

Deciding it was best to let it roll off your back, you knew very well what stereotype you fell into. You’d had your fair share of catcalls and crude remarks toward your clothes and body shape. Even without having met someone like him before, you’d seen enough movies and TV to know that people who look like you are often mean to those who look like him.

Maybe he was worried you were trying to make fun of him?

“Um. So anyway,” you introduced yourself, holding out your hand for him to shake, “what’s your name?”

"You sure seem persistent," he muttered, his tone tinged with a mix of irritation and mild intrigue.

“I’m not interested in making friends with someone like you.” He sneered, knocking your outstretched hand out of the way.

The words may have been harsh, but his eyes betrayed him with flicker of something resembling guilt. Maybe it was your naive nature, but you couldn't help but think he just needed some coaxing. Even so, his words still hurt your feelings and you weren’t very good at hiding it. Your smile faltered a bit while he spoke and by the end of his sentence your lips were in a full frown.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you?” Your tone made him unsure if it was a question or a statement.

“Offend me?” He barked out a laugh, ducking his head into his shoulders.

“I mean- I just…” Wringing your hands you shifted from foot to foot.

This was going badly, so badly. This wasn’t how you’d planned this conversation to go, this was supposed to be friendly, this was supposed to be a fun little meeting. Your eyes felt prickly as though you might cry.

As he saw your smile falter into a frown, a pang of frustration shot through Anakin's chest. He wasn't immune to the pain he caused, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

Anakin's tough facade wavered just for a moment as he saw the hurt in your eyes. He cursed under his breath, feeling a bit of remorse. His stubbornness made it difficult for him to apologize for his harsh words.

“What?” He asked aggressively, putting that rough exterior shell back up.

“Look I’m sorry, I just- I’m new here and-“ he cut you off.

“And you thought what? That you’d sucker me into being your little toy?”

“My toy?” You whispered, so confused.

“You know exactly what I mean.” He snapped, “I know you, I know what you’re trying to do.”

He grumbled, his voice softer than before. "I don't need anyone pitying me."

His statement, though defensive, had a touch of vulnerability behind it. The way he continued to hold your gaze showed that despite his resistance, he couldn't completely dismiss the fact that you intrigued him. No one stuck around this long after he’d shown his ass like this.

“I’m sorry if I gave you a reason to think… anything like that.” You sniffled, “I wasn’t trying- I just, I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god.” He groaned, tipping his head back as he chuckled, “Did I hurt your feelings?”

“Y-yes.” You mumbled, turning on your heel to return to your porch after seeing his bottom lip stuck in a mocking pout.

“Crybaby.” He grumbled, kicking a rock in your direction, it bounced off the concrete of your walkway and grazed your ankle.

You hissed in pain, bringing your foot up to examine, seeing a tiny little nick and minuscule droplet of blood. You stomped up your steps and grabbed the Saran Wrapped plate of cookies meant for Anakin and promptly made your way back over to him.

Anakin was conflicted and it was clearly written all over his face, he felt bad, guilty even. He might’ve contemplated apologizing for real if you hadn’t done what you did next.

“I made these for you.” Your voice cracked as you held out the plate for him to take.

Just as he reached out, eyebrows furrowed and mouth poised to respond, you dropped the plate onto the grass and crushed them beneath your foot.

“Oh so not only are you fucking crybaby you’re a spoiled little brat too?” He shouted, scooping up the plate and tossing it in your general direction.

Anakin stood there, watching as you retreated into your house, his heart sinking with a confusing mix of regret and frustration. He muttered to himself, a curse directed at his unnecessary jab at your vulnerability.

Regret in his eyes as he turned away, heading back to his own place. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he had pushed you to much. Images of the interaction flashed in his mind, he didn’t know what caused him to react so harshly. Yeah he was always an ass, he wasn’t known for his hospitality or his stellar people skills, but he wasn’t one to be outright cruel.

He ran his fingers through his gelled hair in frustration, letting out a deep sigh. Anakin lit up another Marlboro cigarette, taking a long drag as he stared at the flame of the lighter. The smoke curled around his fingers, as he watched the smoke dissipate into the air, his feet moved of their own volition.

He found himself on your porch steps, collecting up the mess he’d made. Crumbled cookies scraped off the wooden steps with his bare hands while his cigarette hung precariously from his lips. Unbeknownst to him, you watched his every move from the comfort of your living room window.

What was his deal?

That unfortunate encounter had occurred weeks ago, the days now fading into the heat of summer. Anakin wasn’t as hostile anymore, but he wasn’t making an attempt to be friendly either.

He waved if you did first, he nodded if you said hello, he even dropped off a package of yours that had been wrongly delivered to his address - AND - had spoken to you when he brought it over.

Not to mention the time he shouted your name to catch your attention on your way out for an afternoon walk, it was surprising enough that he initiated an encounter. But even more shocking when you saw that he had people over, and not just any people. His band-mates stood there along side him and shot you a friendly smile and wave with Anakin.

You had found yourself mulling over each interaction for hours and sometimes days after they happened. Analyzing every word or lack thereof in hopes to pick apart his human hermit crab shell.

Teaser for the next part:

As the day went on you got yourself ready. A friend from one of your college classes was due to pick you up anytime now. The guy was nice enough to invite you out to go bowling with a group of his friends, knowing you were new and that you didn’t have a solid friend group yet. You were appreciative of the gesture, despite your bubbly personality you found it difficult to keep a steady friendship, it seemed that people took advantage of your naivety, your kindness.

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

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show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of death, crying, sadness, physical pain, and parental neglect

A/N: i deeply apologize, i felt i needed to set up more context and establish Luke and readers relationship more before getting to capture the flag, i PROMISE it’ll be in this next chapter or the one after that💕

“Castellan!” 

Sixteen-year-old Luke’s head snapped up abruptly to see his brother, Connor Stoll running towards him frantically. If Connor, who was usually lighthearted and cheerful, was panicked, something was really wrong. 

“What’s going on?” Luke stood up, abandoning the art project he was helping a younger camper with. “Is someone hurt?”

“I-I’m not sure. I just heard a girl screaming in the woods, and calling for your help.” 

Luke’s skin went cold. He knew exactly who was in trouble. 

The only child of Thanatos, his best friend.

Connor beckoned for Luke to follow him. The two sons of Hermes sprinted towards the woods, trying to conceal their fear. 

Luke’s heart pounded aggressively in his chest. He couldn’t bear to lose another loved one, it would destroy him.

Finally, Connor came to a halt and pointed into the trees. “She’s that way.” 

“Thank you,” Luke said breathlessly. Running through the woods and ignoring the stares of the nymphs, he strained to hear anything that could lead him to you.

Then, he heard a muffled sob coming from a nearby clearing. 

Cutting the stray branches aside with Backbiter, Luke practically flew through the trees until he spotted you, kneeling on the ground. 

He froze. You were weeping, holding your face in your hands. Your body trembled, but he couldn’t tell if it was from sadness or fear. You hardly ever cried, you were a mellow person for the most part and rarely had emotional outbursts, so seeing you like this worried him immensely.

But most shockingly, you had black wings protruding from your back.  

They didn’t look like bird wings. They had the shape of angel wings, but instead of feathers, they were made of black smoke that swirled gently and occasionally omitted wisps into the air.  

“W-Wh-“ Luke stammered, struggling to find words. “How?”

“I don’t know!” you cried, refusing to look at him. “They just…started appearing. It felt like someone was digging hot knives into my shoulder blades. I ran out here so that nobody would notice them, but then Connor found me.” 

Your best friend knelt down in front of you, gently uncovering your face by taking your hands in his gently. His hands were calloused and rough, thanks to years of rigorous training. But they were comforting nonetheless. 

“Are they still hurting?” he asked, instinctively checking your pulse by pressing your wrist carefully. 

“No…I’m just scared, Luke. I don’t understand what’s going on,” you said, feeling your intrusive thoughts spill out. “What if they don’t go away? What will everyone think of me?” 

Luke sighed. “If they don’t go away, it’ll just be another thing that makes you you. And it doesn’t define you, or take away from the person you already are. If other people can’t look past your new features, they’re fucking idiots who aren’t worth your attention anyways.” 

“But…I feel like a monster. And even worse, I look even more like my father. He has wings too, I’ve read enough about him to know that for sure. I don’t want anything to do with him, why did he make this happen to me?”

“I don’t know why it happened,” Luke said honestly. “We can talk to Chiron and see if he has any advice. He won’t judge you, you know that. And I promise you’ll always have me. I’ll be your friend, whether you have wings or not.”  

Wiping away your tears, you felt the painful feeling in your chest begin to subside. Knowing that he didn’t see you any differently despite this new development settled your nerves, at least a little. Sure, the other campers may see you as monstrous, as a terrifying mutation that needed to be avoided at all costs. All of the new friends you’d made over the past couple years may leave you, but you would survive.

At least you had Luke.

Your Luke.

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After calming down, Luke lead you to Chiron’s office in The Big House. Luckily, the rest of the campers were at lunch, and nobody saw your very noticeable new features.

Chiron wasn’t nearly as surprised as Luke had been concerning your wings. “I suspected that they would appear around this time,” he said. “Your father has passed down yet another one of his gifts to you.” 

You certainly didn’t seen the wings as a gift. They were a curse, yet another thing that made you appear monstrous compared to other demigods.

“So, are they just there forever now?” you asked, fighting down the bitterness in your voice.

Chiron thought for a moment. “Wish them to go away, and see what happens.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

“Just try,” Chiron insisted. “Your willpower is more powerful than you know.” 

Relenting, you shut your eyes, focusing on your disdain for your wings. Desperation and frustration overtook your thoughts, and you felt your head begin to throb painfully.

Thankfully, the sound of Luke calling your name snapped you out of it. 

“They’re gone,” Chiron’s low voice declared. 

Sighing in relief, you opened your eyes and looked at the centaur standing before you.

“I advise you to spend time learning to control your new features,” he said. “You must discover the extent of the abilities they give you. Otherwise, they may pose a threat to your safety, as well as the well-being of the other campers.” 

You nodded, despite the feeling of dread creeping over you. “I will. But I may miss some camp activities for the next few days.” 

“That’s alright,” Chiron said. “I’ll let Mr. D know that you are caring for yourself, and need adequate time to do so.”

“I’ll accompany you,” Luke said immediately. You shook your head.

“You have responsibilities, Luke. Who else is going to run sparring classes for the younger campers? Who else is going to make sure the Hermes kids attend archery practice and don’t set a fire somewhere?”

“I’ll have Chris take over,” he said. “He can handle it.”  

“But-“

“I’m not changing my mind,” Luke said firmly. “I’m helping you, and that’s final.”

Gods, as much as it sometimes irritated you, you loved that he was so stubborn. 

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After a few days that felt like an eternity, you came to the realization that you’d gained more power than you initially predicted. 

You could fly. That was to be expected; what else would the wings be for?

You could turn invisible. You only discovered this because a howl coming from the depths of the woods startled you. When you looked down, you could no longer see your body. 

And finally, your senses had heightened considerably. You could tell when someone or something died, even if it was outside the borders of camp. Beforehand, you could only sense it if they were within close parameters. 

The change was scary, but exhilarating at the same time. You knew that once you got used to your new abilities, you’d be even more intimidating than you already were.

Luke had been a huge help. He accompanied you while you experimented with your powers in the woods, but respected your request for him to keep his distance. He would check in on you at every meal, and made sure you ate an adequate amount. At night before bed, he sat with you on your mattress in Cabin 11, listening to you ramble on and on about various frustrations. He understood your anger at your father better than anyone else. He shared the same resentment towards Hermes. 

When you’d tired yourself out, he would bid you goodnight, give you a sweet kiss on the forehead, and climb into his own bed. And within minutes, he was out cold. 

But you stayed awake, staring at the worn-down wooden ceiling of your Hermes’s cabin. 

The fear you’d felt when your wings had first appeared had faded considerably. You felt powerful, invincible almost. 

And with the best swordsman in three centuries at your side, there was nothing in the world for you to be afraid of.  

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KXANI - pt6

summary: you have never fit in with the scientists, but on the night jake was lost in the forest so were you. staying with the people was your one true dream, yet when you are anything but welcome and jake get's to experience the people. you find yourself seeking comfort in tsu'tey

contents: 3.9k words , fem!avatar reader, war, violence, not as much romance angst, just said, tsu'tey having an epiphany, reader being stressed tf out

authors note: my motto is that in the case of life or death, forget your fighting and fall in love

all parts - next part

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An attack. Bulldozers ploughing through the forest destroying everything in its path. No regard for the life or environment at all. The tree of voices was in the path. A sacred site destroyed for nothing but more area to conquer. The sounds of the ancestors, the people that live within Eywa, ravaged without the faintest feeling of regret.

That’s why the clan was in hysterics. War cries echoing through Hometree as a whirlwind of emotions overcame every one of the Omaticaya.

Eytukan stood in front of the awaiting clan, all bearing their weapons as they prepared for battle, something that the Na’vi never cowered to when protecting their home. “Tsu’tey will lead the war party!”

Tsu’tey held his bow high, letting out cries as he stood proudly to protect his people. You couldn’t help but watch in horror. You worried for Tsu’tey, even if he had done nothing but torture you with his feelings, you can’t help but worry for him as he steps into battle proudly.

Tsu’tey saw you out of the corner of his eyes, huddled in between a pair of chanting Na’vi. He saw your expression, you were so easy to read. But he can’t let you distract him, this was his duty. This is why he rejected his own feelings. For his people.

Grace emerged from the crowd, raising her hands, in hopes to bring attention to her pleads. She was feeling the worry as well. The sky-people were strong and vicious, she knew what lengths they would go to. She knew about the want to destroy Hometree, you did not.

“Stop please! This will only make things worse.” Her pleads were not heard, her voice not respected as the people scowled at her. Especially Tsu’tey growing livid at her audacity.

“You do not speak here!” His voice boomed, pointing his bow towards Grace. His adrenaline racing through him as he looked over to you again. He couldn’t draw his eyes off you, even in moments of war he still felt himself pulled towards you. His outburst towards Grace was due to the moment, but he couldn’t help but feel as if it was vindication for you, for the moments where she hasn’t let you speak. In the back of his mind he hoped that you knew he would stand up to anyone for you, protect you for anything as long as he lived, even if he wasn’t by your side.  “We will strike them in the heart!”

There in the entryway, Jake and Neytiri walked in with their hands intertwined. The air grew thicker, the tension was sharp, it felt as if the inevitability of chaos was suffocating you.

“Tsu’tey! Do not do this!” Tsu’tey was seeing red. To think that this demon had a say in ANY of this was blowing his mind. To think that this demon had the audacity to walk into HIS home and talk to him about defending him from his people. To think that the demon who had made mockery of the one he loved, the one he PUSHED AWAY for duty had taken Neytiri as his mate and made all his efforts to be a cruel act on his lover. He was livid. He was furious. He was ready to finally fulfill his words. ‘A dead Jakesully is a good Jakesully.’

Tsu’tey marched towards Jake, his body moving up and down aggressively as his eyes sharpened. “YOU!” Using all of his might, he pushed Jake down to the ground, yelling out in the process. Screams from Neytiri and gasps from the clan was heard as Tsu’tey towered over the demon on the floor. “You mated with this woman?”

It was like every sound had evacuated the room. As if the air has been stolen from the world around, making it feel as if you were suffocating. The chaos was too much, it was all too much. Murmurs and gasps reverberated through the vicinity.

“Oh shit.”

“Is this true?” Mo’at stalked towards Neytiri her voice dripping with confusion as she stared into the nervous eyes of her daughter. You watched as Tsu’tey’s chest rose with fury as he watched Jake get up from his fall.

“We are mated before Eywa. It is done.”

Tsu’tey felt his entire world collapse. He had done everything to stay true to his people. He had fought battles within his mind for months. He had made sacrifices. He had made drastic sacrifices that even Neytiri couldn’t make, to stay true to his people. He had pierced your heart and ripped it apart all for his duty. All for the fact that he was promised. Now it was all for nothing? He had pushed the one he so desperately yearns for away just so some cocky alien could make his efforts be for nothing. He was infuriated, he was angry, and he wanted blood.

“Brother please, do not attack the Sky-people. Many Omaticaya will die if you do.” You watched as Tsu’tey’s face scrunched. You saw the look he gave you as his hand reached for his knife. The look of anger, the look of revenge, the look of sorrow. You could see every emotion painted so clearly onto his saddened face.

“You are not my brother!” That’s when he launched at Jake, knife slicing his skin as he tackled him. You watched as Jake retaliated. Punching and throwing Tsu’tey in defence leaving the angered warrior grunt in pain as blood dripped from his face. It was all to hard to watch, the burden to hard to bear. Tsu’tey fell to the ground wiping the blood that was dripping down his face.

Jake started to speak, but you couldn’t hear a word he said as you tried to make your way to Tsu’tey. Your body ached as your heart thumped with anxiety, you couldn’t see him hurt anymore. You had to help him, even if your heart had been crushed by him, you can’t stop yourself from pushing past the clan members as you raced towards him.

So, as you saw Grace fall to the ground, her body collapsing in on itself, the anxiety started to grow intense. The links were stopping. Neytiri crouched down to Grace urgently while Jake’s impromptu speech stuttered as he started to panic. You saw Tsu’tey, you didn’t take your eyes off him as he watched the way that Jakes body grew limp, consciousness leaving his body as his knees smashed against the dirt.

Tsu’tey grunted in anger. You saw the look in his eyes. The murderous look of revenge as he stalked towards Jake. You knew your body was next you knew that you were about to be taken out, so all you could do is scream. All you could do is call out for him.

“Tsu’tey!” He recognized your voice in an instant, turning around with his ears perked up and his eyes frantically searching for you. He watched your body fall, and it fell hard. He looked at your almost lifeless body and felt his insides churn. He knew you weren’t dead, he knew this was a demon thing, but seeing you so unmoving so still, it disturbed him.

His body had never moved faster. It was instinct to go to you. “Baby demon!” The nickname confused all those who were not already lost at the conflict that had already occurred. He fell to the ground, his knees making contact first as he cradled your head. His heart was burning, his mind was screaming, and his entire body felt as if it was collapsing in on itself. His cry towards you was in front of everyone. All the people saw how he rushed to you, disregarding Jake completely. He tried to wipe the dirt off your face as your sleeping face faced him. He had yet to be so close to you. He cursed himself that the first time he had ever had you in his arms, was when you had collapsed, just a body of you.

“Tsu’tey, take her upstairs.” Eytukan spoke to him solemnly. Anyone could see the way Tsu’tey was in agonizing pain this past week, and to see the way he ran to a demon’s body. It wasn’t hard to make the connection between the two.

Tsu’tey picked up your body, looping his arms under your knees and back as he took you to the upper levels of the tree. Holding you like this felt so wrong, holding you when you weren’t with him was so wrong. But as he looked at your peaceful face, and the way your body slept so serenely, he remembered that he had fallen in love with this body, this demon.

Placing you on a mat, woven out of plants and hide, away from both Grace and Jake, he tried his best to be as gentle with you as possible. He couldn’t leave your side. Not now. He took your odd hand in his, placing it on his heart. Every time he closed his eyes he remembered the look on your face the night before. How he had so carelessly broken your heart, the heart that he so desperately wanted to embrace. He thought about how he did it for duty. Hoe he did it because he was promised. But promises were broken.

He can’t help but dream that you will forgive him. That you will understand his dilemma. That he wanted you from the very start. He wanted you the moment you scraped your knee and he laughed at you. He felt drawn to you, he needed you. He no longer felt the shame, he no longer was fighting with himself. He knew what he wanted, and he knew that it was you. So, all he could do was hope that now that promises were broken that he could have you.  

They were coming. Jake betrayed the people, and they were coming. An hour, an hour for three aliens to convince the people to leave. They were all going to die. How could Jake not tell you. How could Grace know and ignore it. How?! The only thing you could think was to tell Tsu’tey, you had to tell him to leave, you could never forgive yourself if he got hurt.

Tsu’tey was hunched by your side, he was breathing heavily, holding onto your hand tightly waiting for you to wake again. He didn’t expect you to wake up in sobs. He didn’t expect the way you were in complete hysterics when you woke.

Shooting up from your sleeping position you were already weeping. You could feel Tsu’tey’s presence next to you and it only confirmed the doom more. Many would die, the Hometree would fall, and it’s all the sky-peoples fault. One look into his concerned eyes and the tough exterior you were trying to put on crumbled down in seconds.

“Tsu’tey! I didn’t know! I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You were howling, tears staining your face as your body racked to handle the intensity of your sobs.

“Shh, you have done nothing. I am the one who has broken you.” Tsu’tey thought you had woken to the thought of him. Because the only thoughts he had were full of you. So, when you started to furiously shake your head, his concern for you grew greatly.

“No! no. Jake! They’re coming. No one told me! The sky- The sky-people they’re coming!” Frantic and distraught, those were the only words that could described you right now.

“Calm down please, you have to be calm.” Tsu’tey had now gripped tightly onto your arms, staring directly into your eyes begging you to be calm. He saw the way that your entire body was shaking, he so desperately wanted to engulf you in an embrace, to soothe your tears and stroke your hair. But he needed to hear what you were saying.

Taking a deep breath, you took Tsu’tey’s hands off your arms and held them tightly. Your hands shook in his as he squeezed them in an attempt to calm you. No amount of sincerity could break the news to this man. The man you loved, the man who might love you. You were about to tell him that the demons. Your kind. Is about to blow his home to smithereens.

“The sky-people, they going to destroy Hometree. Everyone’s going to die, they’re going to get hurt, please you have to leave. Please.” You saw the way Tsu’tey’s face dropped, the grip on your hands loosened as the colour drained from his face.

Your words made him feel cold. As if his heart had plummeted to his toes and was left to try and find his heartbeat. His mouth was dry as his hold of your hands faltered slightly before he gripped onto them tightly.

“Did you know of this Y/N? Did you know?!” You were crying hysterically again as he raised his voice at you. It ached his heart to see you like this, but what you had just told him was ripping him apart from the inside out.

“No, no, no! Jake came here to get intel! Please Tsu’tey, please know I didn’t know. Please you have to go. You’ll get hurt. Please. I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” Tsu’tey couldn’t think straight, he didn’t know whether to yell or cry. He didn’t know whether to weep in your arms or banish you from every being here again.

But he couldn’t do that. He was just told he’s going to battle, and you told him. He knew that Grace and Jake wouldn’t have told you, he knew you wouldn’t lie to him. He also knew that you were going to be punished, he was fine with the others being binded and blown to bits. But not you. You needed to go. He would fight for his home, but he had to know that you were going to be safe while he did it.

“Do not cry, baby-demon. We will fight the sky-people. We will strike their heart and wear it as a trophy of their defeat.”

“You will die Tsu’tey!”

“This is my home! I will do everything to protect it.” Tsu’tey saw the way you were begging him to flee, but even you knew he would never. None of the people would.

“You- You’re going to be hurt! I can’t see you hurt Tsu’tey, I don’t want to be the reason you hurt.” He grimaced at your words, his lips pulled into a tight frown. He placed a hand on your tear-stricken face as he wiped your tears, fighting his own.

“This is war. It will hurt, but you can never hurt me.”

“I will fight with you. Please Tsu’tey.” That’s when you heard Neytiri calling for her mother and father. Grace and Jake following behind as they all went down to the rest of the clan. Tsu’tey let out an annoyed groan, he stood up quickly, pulling you up with him.

“Come. Do not let go of my hand.” You nodded, tightly gripping onto Tsu’tey’s hand like a child, scared that if you let go it would be the last time you would ever be so close to him. So, as you raced down to the clan, to see Jake begging to speak, you realised that even if Tsu’tey had been unforgiving with his previous words, and that there were many more conversations to be had. The way he listened to your cries, trusted your words, and held onto tightly showed his true feelings. Because promises had been broken and you hoped that he would finally take you.

Grace and Jake were tied up, screaming at everyone to run. The heavy sounds of helicopters and war machines was nothing matched to the shrills of the frightened people. You were stood behind Tsu’tey as he raised his bow in the air chanting to the people. “Have no fear! Have no fear!”

The helicopters lined up in a pattern, all aiming for the tree. “Please Tsu’tey the people have to go. They’re going to kill you all!” Tsu’tey turned to you, you could see the courage dripping off of him as he laid a hand on your chest.

“Have no fear Y/N, do you understand.” All you could do was sob as you shook your head. Begging the others to leave, screaming at the mothers and children to run into the forest.

Eytukan took Tsu’tey by the arm shouting at him over the loud winds. “Take the ikran…attack from above!” Tsu’tey nodded, gathering his men and running towards the tree. You saw him run past you as you screamed out for him.

“Tsu’tey! Please!” He looked at you, his eyes begging you to be brave.

“Do not cower baby-demon. I promise I will come back to you.” And as quick as he said the words he was off, running towards the tree in a race against the clock.

You felt your legs growing weak and the thumping in your chest racked through your whole body. It felt as if death was knocking on your doorstep and no one else could hear. You beckoned with the people to run, you screamed and cried but no one listened as they aimed their arrows towards the firing machines above them.

Then it was the missiles, headed straight towards the tree, scattering everyone as they sprinted towards the forest. The fire blazed through the tree as the screams you were letting out were joined by the terrified people. “Get everyone to the forest!”

You took off, ushering other to follow you as you avoided the falling bark and shards of wood. You caught a glimpse of Mo’at heading towards Grace and Jake with a knife but there was no time. You kept running, helping the people who had fallen, picking those up who had been blasted through the air. “C’mon we have to run! Run!”

Another round of missiles hit the tree as you were shoved to the ground from pure force. The ash and dirt decorating your damaged skin. And they didn’t stop, the blasts were on-going as the ground shook from below you. You fell and covered your head, screaming at others to do the same to not get hit. “GET DOWN! PLEASE!” Cries filled your ears, looking at the sight in front of you was nothing less than heart breaking.

Then for a moment. The leaves fell too much, the tree swayed too aggressively, the blasts became silent. That’s when you heard it. The crack, the sound of the tree starting to collapse on itself. Your mind panicked, you had to run, faster than you have ever ran before. “Shit! C’mon go! Go! Run!”

The screeches of every kind resounded through the air, as the tree fell closer and closer to the ground. The world was getting darker. Soot and ash filling up your lungs as you cried out. Wood flew threw the air as you tried to dodge it, the pained screams of those around you haunted you, but the screams that were cut-off by the sounds of branches hitting onto the ground made you feel sick.

You tried to run but the force of the tree hitting the ground hit you out of the air, as you flung towards the ground, meeting it with a loud thud. You couldn’t stop to writhe in pain you had to keep going, you had to keep running. “GO! GO! HURRY PLEASE!”

But then the ground stopped shaking, the leaves stopped falling, and the tree stopped creaking. It had collapsed, fallen to an attack for nothing but greed. Your heart wasn’t beating, your brain wasn’t working, all you could do was stand, you couldn’t do anything. Then the cries, the cries took over you. The cries took over the sounds of the forest. All was heard was pain, was grieving, was weeping. The fire still burned around you, the ash still fell upon the people. But it was nothing. Nothing compared to their screams.

The nothingness you felt was overcome by worry. Tsu’tey. Where was he? Was he hurt? Was he dead? You raced to find him. You knew your time was limited in this body. You needed to see him, you needed to see him alive. “Tsu’tey! Tsu’tey! Where are you!?”

Tsu’tey couldn’t feel anything, he mourned his loss, his mourned his home. But he couldn’t mourn you as well. His ikran banked towards the ground as he jumped off into a sprint. Searching for you. “Y/N!” His body was running forwards without his mind, he needed to see you. Needed to see you alive.

Frantically running towards the direction, the people fled, he tried to hear you. The screams were impossible to bear, impossible to hear anything but them. His eyes searched for you between every weeping person. Hoping to see your face, hoping that you were not hurt.

“Tsu’tey!” He heard your beautiful voice, he sprinted. Were you hurt? Were you calling him because you were in danger? His thoughts made him run like a crazy man.

“Y/N! I am here!” You saw his figure running towards you and you took off. Seeing him made your heart start to beat again. You were in tears, crying in relief as you called out to him.

“Thank god you’re okay.” You crashed into him, an embrace that he would’ve rejected mere hours ago, but now having your arms around him was the most secure he had felt in years. His arms wrapped around you, pulling him closer to his chest.

“Are you hurt?” You shook your head in his chest, swishing your cheeks against his muscular body.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant for this to happen Tsu’tey. Please if I knew this would’ve happened I would’ve never come here.” You cried into him, overwhelming guilt consuming you. He cried too, he could no longer pretend to be tough.

“I know. I know.” It is all he could muster up to say, scared his voice would break and you would have to comfort his cries.

It was the same feeling again, that fleeting moment of consciousness. The feeling of your body leaving you. Tsu’tey felt you go limp in his arms, your crying stop as your entire weight rested on his body.

“Yawne?! Are you alright?!” He shook you and realised you had slipped from him yet again. He held your body close now, as you laid heavy in his arms. The feelings took over. His home taken away, his mate taken away, his love leaving him with just the shell of her. It was all too much for him.

Falling his sobs racked through his body, still hugging you tightly as he cried into the shoulder of your body. “Come back please. You can’t leave at a time like this please.” He begged that you would wake from your demon sleep and that you would see his sobbing form and comfort him, with your kind words and calming presence. But you didn’t.

So he sniffed up his tears, held you in his arms and walked back to his clan. As a defeated warrior, with an aching heart. No home to run too, no woman to cry to.

It was time for him to fulfill his duties. He prayed that you would wake up to fulfill them beside him.

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[bitethedustfools]

New sagau idea? Part 2

Decide to make part 2 because i have bunch of ideas that probably might inspire you and i do feel these kind of stuffs need to be explored more. Fyi, I don't play genshin but i do know some from watching people gaming. Apologizing once more of these kind of idea/au exist as well.

Decide to make part 2 because i have so many ideas.

1) A violent and heartless player

You play Genshin Impact to pass time and are also a very violent and aggressive player where you'll always yell and throw items to vent or throw insults under your breath, and then back to gaming. In short, It's like a Call of Duty toxic player went into Genshin Impact.

Falling to death or drowning angered you to the point of banging your head and cursing. Not to mention, walking in the game angered you too because the characters were too slow!

You suck at first; impulsive action is not the best choice when you're angry, but you are in some way adaptable. You decide that your anger will be the source of your motivation to go through everything, so everything works out in the end.

Insulting is your mother tongue, so that means the characters and even the NPC are not spared as well. Most of your vicious, colorful insults and hurtful comments went toward people whom you hated and annoyed the most.

You remember the time when you laughed at Timmie's dumb dead birds and wished you had an option to push him off the bridge. His dad probably sensed he was a little b*tch back when he was a baby and went out to get some milk and never come back.

You sometimes intentionally let them die in a fight or or do something all in the name of experiment. You would even build a prison for them in the serenitea pot and just do the f*cked-up stuff that's possible in this game.

So one day, you broke your gaming setup due to your outburst, and somehow you woke up in Teyvat.

You didn't believe it was reality, and you still treated them as characters. Besides, they looked stupid with those stupid clothes on. They would stood out like a sore dumba$$ if they walked around in your world like that.

Anyway, killing Hilichurl or other small enemies is no problem for you. Committing a crime doesn't bother you. You probably don't bat an eye on killing people as well. Besides, all of this is just a game to you.

They're not real to you.

Their death is their fault for picking a fight with you. Should have just looked away instead of approaching you. Not your fault their feelings hurt.

Archons wanted to smite you, and somehow you managed to escape them and deal a few harmless blows. Not that it matters; you will be the one to seek them out and fight them when their backs are on you, and the cycle will repeat.

How you're still alive using a measly weapon because you don't know how to use claymore, polearms, and etc. is beyond you. But hey, anything is a weapon as long as it deals damage and even if it don't, you are still satisfied from letting all your anger out.

Nevertheless, all of the nations are in turmoil, and the culprit is none other than you.

The characters will definitely hate you, or maybe they feel ashamed and insecure about themselves because they want to fix themselves. Some acolytes and the people who believe in justice and peace had 'kill on sight' pinned on your back. They don't even believe that you are a god. God don't act like this.

The Wanderer 4th betrayal definitely happened, and Dottore clones definitely got hunted for sport because they annoyed you Does the Fatui wants to recruit you? You don't know, depends. Do they believe you are the god they worshipped? Also, don't know. Not like you care though.

No one can wreck havoc and commit more sins than you. You, a single person, broke Teyvat's peace and order effortlessly than the fatui with just impulsive anger and chaotic energy.

And if one day you realize that you actually have blood on your hands, you'll probably shrug it off and say it doesn't matter.

If you go back to your own world, no one knows what you have done. Who's going to tell the police? The dead people you stabbed out of annoyance? Those fiction characters that had animosity toward you?

No, will there even be someone alive in Teyvat if you were to return?

2) Streamer and gamer player.

In which you are transported into Teyvat along with some game skills, menus, and anything relevant to a game. That includes the chat box.

You learned that you were still streaming when you got sent to Teyvat, and everyone in the chat can see you. Cool, so it's not a dream; it's real, and instead of playing, you are the player! Where's Aether/Lumine? Why are you here? "AIYO!?? We got to see DAT CAKE!"

You are not aware that you looked like an idiot talking to yourself unless pointed out by the chat. It seems that the chat sees you as part of the game, which means that they can see the characters and NPC thoughts and words while you see them as a normal person.

Cool. Now you have to have the chat got your back, or else you're doomed. Dead. Unable to be revived. You're not sure if you can do that, but you're not willing to try.

Another problem that arises is that the chat tends to troll you or bombard you with loud sounds. It makes it harder to trust them or focus on what the characters are saying when they did this.

Sometimes you beg the chat, like they are some sort of sadistic god looking down at you from above the clouds with their chins high and a sneer.

All because you want some goddamn money because apparently, if they donate money, it instantly becomes moras and you're broke as fuck like cmon, help a fricking clown out.

Strangely, despite everything looked real, you have the physics of a game. The things you find in the game work if you try hard enough. For example, glitching under the Mondstadt's land. With these kinds of things, you don't need to walk when you can just glitch and get sent flying across the nation. Just making use of this bug makes your life easier.

Oh, how did you get stuck on this cliff while you were trying to use another entrance to Sumeru? That's right, it's an experiment to see if it works.

"Don't laugh, chat; I'm doing this out of curiosity and for you. Youre the one whos suggesting this."

The characters in Teyvat thought you were a rather peculiar person, talking to yourself at random times, and you seemed to know too much even though you didn't do any research, merely fighting hilichurls and robbing back the bandits–

–Oh Great Archons! You can fly!? No? It's a glitch? Well, they don't understand enough to understand you, but hey, that's so you. Keep up being weird, player.

Maybe the things you do are… unique and can be considered divine in their eyes. After all, who could walk on air like you do? Or bringing people back to life and knowing so much? No one could do that, so you must be a god!

As a matter of fact, you remind them of a certain figure. That's right! The creator! The creator acted like you too. Always talking to this thing called "chat"

"Um, no, I'm a gamer and chat is chat."

You fail to take into consideration that while everything looks like a game in your eyes, the people are definitely real, and this is what they thought of you.

3) Killer player

You don't play Genshin Impact, but you are quite resourceful, cunning, and deviously smart. You know this game is quite famous, and coincidentally, the prey you aimed to take life is playing it too.

In order to get closer to your prey, you must be fluent in their language. You listened to all that your prey blabbered and what they showed with an interested smile. You even question them once in a while to get them going all for the sake of learning the prey's personality and schedule and how you want to unalive them.

When you did kill your prey and accidentally broke their computer/laptop in the process, you got transported to Teyvat. In a way, you had stolen your prey's fate instead.

(The characters had mistaken you for their creator before but dismissed it because you lacked a certain presence. However, you do feel familiar with them because you sometimes watch over the game when your prey has played before.)

Now, you heard interesting things about this game, and you grew more interested when the characters interacted with you. How amusing! The characters had no idea you were a very sinister and cunning person behind a weak and polite persona.

In terms of healthcare, they are leaning toward supernatural stuff, and the medicine using materials found in this world is also effective. However, they seem to be lacking in a certain area that needs surgery.

Most deaths were common due to hilichurls and bandits, or those whom they called the Fatui, so they wouldn't be examined too closely. You doubt that they even have something that closely resembles fingerprint identification, judging by the lack of technology..m

…Which means hiding and killing is much easier than in your previous world.

Teyvat is such a nice place to have entertainment. It didn't take too long for you to settle here and get comfortable.

Monstadt is a city known for freedom and peace; however, once you arrive here, every night, no doubt a single person will go missing or be found dead. You are normally a silent killer, but you couldn't resist letting them know. Their expression thrilled you.

All those knight roaming around at night, and they couldn't even save a single person. What a pity.

In Liyue, the funeral parlor became rich all thanks to these crimes you were committing. Does a certain acolyte know what you're doing? Maybe not, afterall, there are more ways to kill a person than just a sword and poison.

Accidents could happen, you know? falling off a cliff, in the wrong place at the wrong time, being mauled by animals where people conveniently are not near, or dealing with the wrong person.

Inazuma is much more easier; their deaths could be pinned on one person who is also the source of the nation's tense atmosphere. Hatred, anger and fear rose with each crime you committed, but there is no evidence that you did it. After all, what could a weak and polite person who looked like they couldn't wield a sword do?

Plenty actually. Not that they know.

Sumeru is quite nice. Full of gifted scholars and intelligent individuals. You thought it will be a challenge seeing as you have similar minds and yet, most disappointed you.

All these smart people, and they couldn't string the murder together. Maybe you don't kill the right one which mean the don't care. Oh? Then should you kill the one with that grey hair? He seems to be someone of importance.

You made Akademiya your target. You must admit that you learned quite a lot of precious knowledge in this place. While youre here, might as well pretend to be one and use this time to gather infos.

They did not know and realized how you got into the Akademiya or how you had disguised yourself as one of the scholars. They don't know how you got through security or how one by one are slowly not attending the class or the expedition.

They said that acting confidently like you belong there and becoming part of the background like a plain NPC is always the key to infiltration.

And oh, even if they get suspicious and point that out to you, you know what to do. Lying, speaking half the truth, and gaslighting are also languages you are quite good at.

And Fontaine, oh, Fontaine. A nation that is known for justice when, in fact, it's not always about justice but entertainment. It is a nation that indirectly challenge you as well. Entertainment? Why, you know what kind of entertainment you shall give! It will be something that everyone remembers for the rest of their life.

You are like Jack the Ripper, never caught and never punished. Did the Archons ever suspect you? Who knows. Maybe they did, maybe they didn't.

All you know is that you have an alibi to back you up and a likeable and underestimated personality.

[battlemaiden13]

Hey Hey! How would the skeletons be like if they were in the slave tale universe? Oh and can you include the mafia bois and the horror bois?? (Also how's your day goin?)

Sans -He becomes suicidally depressed. He fought so hard to get out of the underground only to be thrown into a worse hell. He is cold and distant with everyone and just tries to keep his head down.

Papyrus -He’s still trying to see the good in everyone but with each passing day it gets harder and harder. He was lucky enough to get a good master but even the good ones are horrible people at times and he will not escape unphased. 

Red -He has to be muzzled. Legally. Apparently if you keep biting your owners and being aggressive towards them means you may be a danger and gets you muzzled. He doesn’t enjoy it and it does not help with his violent outburst. Unless he gets a kind owner who he can at least somewhat tolerate he will be dust. 

Edge -It is just luck that he’s used to taking orders. He learnt pretty quickly that back talking isn’t going to get him anything but broken and bruised bones. He becomes a perfect little soldier. Holding his tongue and slowly dying on the inside. 

Blue -Is totally broken. Luckily he’s used to hiding behind his childlike personality so he uses this as a survival mechanism. He becomes so nervous and jittery that he’s a quiet ball of anxiety just hoping things will get better. 

Orange -Is very stubborn. He will find loopholes in every order given and because of that goes through owners due to ‘insubordination’. He has become bitter and distant, with his depression coming back full force. 

Berry -He is in constant work mode which is stressful. He’s never allowed to be his authentic self but he’s used to pretending and taking orders to survive and he will continue to do so until he’s dusted or this hell ends. 

Syrup -The only real downside for Syrup here is that the collars prevent him from causing harm to humans so he has to get a little creative with some of his dealings. He’s used to taking orders though. His personality is the thing that turns away most owners until he’s taken as a personal bodyguard. 

Axe -Can not be taken as a slave. His mental issues prevent him from remembering recent events and he is violent and dangerous. He killed his first owners and has been locked up ever since. Perhaps one day he could be sold on the black market as a killer. 

Crooks -Oddly unaffected. This isn’t any worse than what he had to endure underground. He’s just rolling with the punches at this point and doing what he can to continue to survive. 

Roulette -To everyone else it seems as if he's not affected by this at all.  He acts the same but is working behind the scenes with the resistances to get monsters out of the slave trade which he is taking very seriously. 

Sniper - This world has broken him. He speaks in a monotone voice and shows no emotions as he carries out orders in a world he would rather not be apart of. 

Colt - He is biding his time. He will bite his tongue, for the most part, and do his best to stay calm and collected so as to not draw attention to himself. Of course this means when things go wrong he’s not going to lend a hand to the humans who have imprisoned him and he will happily watch them burn. 

Musket - He becomes the perfect picture of subservient. Taking orders to the extreme in order to satisfy those in charge. He finds that the better he performs the better he is treated so he will strive for excellence. Don’t mistake this for loyalty however, he is more than happy when humans meet their demise and will not lift a finger to help his old masters. 

Carbine -Is much more irritable. He often grinds his teeth together and seems to have a constant glare. He will do what is needed to survive but he makes it perfectly clear that he hates everything that is happening. 

Rifle - Due to his clumsy nature, and the fact that he keeps messing with it in secret, Rifle's collar is often on the fritz. Sometimes this works out for the better and sometimes it can be so much worse. He has become more jumpy and cold during this whole ideal. 

[umlewis]

Hamilton: Verstappen "Needs To Act Like A World Champion" After Radio Outbursts

Lewis Hamilton has suggested Max Verstappen should change his behaviour after ranting at his own Red Bull team during the Formula 1 Hungarian Grand Prix. Verstappen, who finished fifth in Hungary following a clash with Hamilton, repeatedly lashed out towards his race engineer, Gianpiero Lambiase, with aggressive radio messages during the race. The reigning world champion appears to have grown increasingly frustrated as the season has progressed, and it has coincided with Mercedes and McLaren winning races. Verstappen shrugged off suggestions about changing his approach over team radio when he arrived in Spa-Francorchamps for this weekend's Belgian Grand Prix. When asked about his radio exchanges and the language he used, Verstappen said: "People that don't like my language don't have to listen to it. Turn the volume down. I am very driven to success. I think I've proven that already." However, when Hamilton was quizzed how he felt Verstappen should deal with Red Bull's recent performance, he said: "You have to be a team leader, a team member. Maybe not so much a team leader, but moreso just always remember you are a teammate with lots of people and you have to act like a world champion." When pressed as to what acting like a champion entailed, Hamilton laughed and added: "That's a good question… Not like it was last weekend!" Hamilton and Verstappen collided multiple times during their turbulent 2021 title fight and they made contact again during the race in Hungary last weekend. Both avoided a penalty from the stewards and had promised to discuss the incident in private after the contact at the Hungaroring. However, Hamilton says that conversation has not happened. "No, we didn't talk afterwards. We went to the stewards and that's it. We've not had a talk,” he said. "I don't know if we will, if we get time. Maybe we'll talk in the parade this weekend, maybe. I've not felt like there's necessarily a need to, but there might be something he wants to say. But we didn't get the time to do it."

[supercorpkid]

Ace Reporter - Final Part

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 3940.

You roll in your hotel bed thinking about the cheap shot you threw at Kara earlier. You've hated Kara for the longest time, with the burning passion of a thousand suns. But only because it was a lot easier to blame your failure on someone else. And while you were many kilometers away from her, you got away with it pretty effortlessly.

That was until you met her.

And Kara was nothing you built her up to be. No vulture trying to steal the spotlight, no untalented lucky bastard, no nerd with no life. Kara is the opposite of every single flaw you embedded her character with.

And yet. You can't, for the life of you, admit the truth. Because if you did, if you finally took Kara out of the equation, you'd see that the reason why you didn't get the prize, and then the promotion, and the reason why your career got side-tracked is because you didn't try enough. You yield to your editors every wish. You let Lois Lane and Clark Kent go on every single assignment you were more than capable of doing. You never stood up for yourself.

So you think about Lena's offer while you march into CatCo the next morning, with no idea on whether you'll be walking through these doors everyday from now on, or never again. 

Kara is awkward and barely amicable when you get there. You want to apologize, but you don't do it. You hold your truth even though it is a lie. 

It would be a lot easier to write the article together if you two were at least talking to each other, instead of sending emails back and forth while she is at the desk next to yours. In fact, you only regret taking so long to write and review it, when the last person makes their way out of the office and you're left alone with Kara.

You sigh for the hundredth time. 

"I'm sorry, is this bothering you?" Kara smirks, making as much noise as she can on the chair. You narrow your eyes at her.

"The chair, or you in it?" You bicker. She raises her eyebrow, and you look at her waiting for the comeback, but it's cut off by your phone ringing next to you. "I have to take this. Here, wear my noise canceling headphones and keep out of my private conversation, Supergirl."

Kara sighs, picking it up from your hands and putting it on. She yells. "SAY SOMETHING SO I KNOW IT WORKS."

"Yeah, it works."

"HUH?" You roll your eyes at her. "HEY, THIS IS GOOD! IT ACTUALLY WORKS! CAN I BORROW IT SOMETIME?"

You breathe deep before picking up the phone, knowing you'll need all of your patience for this conversation with your editor. "Yes?"

"Where is my quote, Y/L/N?"

"I don't have it yet."

"What do you mean you don't have it yet?" He is clearly stressed, so you prepare yourself for the upcoming outburst. "You were in the plane with Lena Luthor and you went to fucking Kaznia," His voice raises up in a crescendo. "And you're telling me you don't have one fucking quote I can use in an article? I don't think you realize this is a job assignment! You're not in National City to make friends, you fucking moron." You open your mouth to argue, but he doesn't even give you time. "Had I known you were so fucking stupid I wouldn't have sent you! Clark told me you're good at finding people's secrets, well I think you're good at wasting company's money! Pack your things and get back here. You'll be lucky if I give you dog shows after this!"

He hangs off the phone and you look at it. Tears welling up on your eyes, and whisper. "I have something better.” 

Kara turns on the chair, and is met with your eyes full of tears. She ditches the headphone on the desk and basically runs towards you. “Hey, hey.”

“I’m fine!” You snap, cleaning your tears aggressively. 

“Y/N…” She tries with a sweet voice.

“Don’t you dare feel sorry for me, Danvers!” You clean your nose with your hand. Tears come back to your eyes immediately. “I don’t need your pity, I know prize-awardee-Kara is much better than me and-“

Your words are cut off by her arms quickly evolving you. Your head is trapped between her chest and her arms in an almost bone-hurting hug, and you hate how much you love this. "You're alright." She makes sure, then whispers almost to herself, "I've got you. I've got you."

You can't tell for sure, being face deep into Kara's chest, but you think you feel a kiss being planted on the crown of your head, with sweet reassuring words coming right after. And you cannot not cry. No matter how much you try to be strong, and unbothered, and better than Kara Danvers. Right now, inside her embrace, is the safest you've ever felt in a long time.

It's a while before you can finally whisper, “I’m alright.” 

Kara lets go of your head. There are no more tears wetting your face, because they’re all wetting her cardigan. Her stupid, comfortable, nice scented cardigan. You want to say something, apologize for this ridiculous and weak behavior, you want to beg her to forget this ever happened, instead you say nothing.

“Ok.” Kara says, a trying smile. “Food break!”

And proceeds to order from her favorite Chinese restaurant because you have to try her favorite potstickers in the world and not another word is commented on your cry for help. And soon you're both back to the old ways. Can't really describe it better because what are the old ways? Flirting? Laughs and banter? Working so well together it reminds you of Lois and Clark? Whatever it is, you're back at it.

“Hey.” Kara waves her hand in front of your face. “The article is amazing, there are no typos or grammatical errors. You’ve reviewed it enough. Let’s go celebrate!”

"Celebrate?" You make sure. "What are you celebrating? Lex is still on the loose, you and Clark will still have to deal with it."

"Yeah, but we finally finished the article!" Kara beams, excitedly, touching your arm. She doesn’t know that you actually don’t have a quote yet because you’ve been debating with yourself whether you’d like to move to National City or not.

"Oh, so we're celebrating that I'm leaving." It’s what you choose to go with.

"What? No! That's not - I didn't - No." She fumbles and you make a real effort not to let your feelings show. It's really hard to hold back the truthful smile you wish to give to her adorable confused face.

"Relax, Danvers. I know what you meant. You could never celebrate that I'm leaving when you're so in love with me." You joke with a smirk, but are you really just joking or is this another failed attempt to not flirt with her? 

Kara also laughs, even though it sounds pained and strangled on her chest. Not funny. Not funny at all. 

"You know I can just come and visit, right?" Kara says, a dorky smile filled with double meaning and secrets. You hold back your own dorky smile, but it's getting harder by the minute. 

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Kara looks at you fondly, a smile still playing on her lips, because she knows better now and so you roll your eyes. "Don't count your victory too soon, Danvers. Lena offered me a job at CatCo."

"She did? That’s so great!” She celebrates, eager to have you close. Then she thinks about it for a second, not sure what it means. “And, um, are you? I mean, staying?"

You breathe deep, looking outside the window. You could get used to this view. You could get used to doing some actual investigative journalism even if it means you getting punched in the face from time to time. You could get used to Kara’s dorky face even if you want to punch her most of the time. 

You look back at her, kind blue eyes filled with anticipation and clear adoration, “I don’t know, Danvers. There’s probably space for just one investigative reporter in this magazine. You know I don’t like sharing the byline.”

“God, Y/N. Is that the only thing you think about?” Kara steps closer, her hands shake a little when she reaches out. “Don’t you ever think about sharing something more than a byline with someone?”

“Like what?” You ask, but you know the answer. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes. It’s clear as day when you can cut the sexual tension with a knife. It’s screaming at you in bright light and you are making sure you close your eyes so you don’t see it. 

“Life, maybe?” Kara’s hands travel slowly from your arms past your shoulders and up your neck.

“Life?” You parrot. Mouth running awfully dry, eyes so glued to Kara’s, you can’t even blink. And you only realize you’ve been holding your breath for so long when your lungs beg for it. 

“Yeah.” Kara Danvers stops staring at your eyes and stares at your lips instead and you’re so close you can’t help but dare a look at hers as well. Soft, pink, kissable.

“But maybe we can start simpler.”

“Oh?” It’s a strangled sound coming out of your lips full with want, but lacking oxygen.

“Maybe-” Kara’s hands make way to the nape of your neck, fingers brushing your hair gently and then, suddenly, not gentle at all when she grabs it, almost demanding.

If you want this to stop you gotta say something now! This is your chance! Stop your lips from meeting your almost-nemesis lips right now! 

“Maybe we can share a kiss.”

Your eyes widen even though you saw it coming, but when Kara’s face comes closer, your eyes just close, unwillingly. Wanting, needing, ready for what’s coming next.

You don't stop her when her face comes closer; you don't stop her when you feel her shallow and anxious breath on your cheek; you don't stop her when her lips lightly brush on yours asking for permission; you don't even stop her when she takes a second to utter your name out of her lips so full of desire and passion.

"Y/N, Rao."

And your heart stops when she finally takes your lips into hers, and you can't even think about how you'll have to fight anyone who says it was you who deepened the kiss, even though it was indeed your lips and your tongue that made the first move.

You stop thinking of how this is the lips of your almost-nemesis. You fail to see how this might ruin your reputation. When Kara's tongue slides into your mouth, and her demanding hands tightens around the nape of your neck and your hips, your brain cannot function properly to see all that is wrong with this, and the only thing it wants is more.

More of Kara. More lips and kisses. More hands on hips. You don't think you can get any closer to her, but you want to be close, and then closer. 

The closer you can get without letting her know how much you're loving this. Even though you're pretty sure she can tell by how hot your entire body feels, like you're being set on fire by your desire. Even though she can feel you're running out of oxygen and yet you have not tried to separate your lips to catch some air. You're sure she can listen to your heart beating almost out of your chest and the tiniest moans out of your mouth. She probably feels your arms so strongly wrapped around her, pulling her fully into you. Yes, Kara probably can tell you're as turned on as she is right now when her leg slots right between yours.

And that is so close, but still not close enough. You want to be the closer you can get without letting Kara know how much you truly like her. 

Your brain finally catches up, when you think about how much you like her, instead of how much you dread her. 

"This was a bad idea." You get away from her so fast, she is left dumbfounded, breathless, red cheeks and mouth wet. It makes you want to go back and kiss her some more because she looks dazzling. Gorgeous. Perfect. 

Instead, you force yourself to turn your back at her, quickly grabbing all of your stuff and making your way out of the office. 

"What?" Kara is finally able to come out of her shock. 

"You and I, it's not, it's just not-"

"It's not what? Right? Gosh Y/N, will you stop with this 'I hate you' act and admit your true feelings?"

You bite your lower lip, looking at her from the elevator, when it dings, you just step inside. "Fuck off, Danvers. Not everyone loves you."

You make it out of CatCo, and dare a last look behind yourself. You hope you never have to cross these doors again in this lifetime, because if you do you don't think you'll be able to separate your lips from Kara's again.

Lena texts you as soon as you get to your hotel room. You ignore the text until after you pack your bags, but you can't ignore her forever. She invites you to have lunch with her at L Corp the next day, and you think it's a good opportunity to ask her for a quote before you go back to Metropolis. It is the least you can do, anyway.

“I’m glad you accepted my invitation.” Lena points to the balcony. “You told me you liked the view. So I thought we could eat outside.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t talking about that view.”

Lena gives you a knowing smirk. “I know, darling.”

You follow Lena to the balcony, fancy food displayed on the table, the prettiest view of National City. Nothing like the potstickers and beer from last night. And yet, it doesn't seem to catch your attention any more than the improvised dinner on Kara's tiny work desk.

“So, have you thought about my proposition?” You open your mouth to tell her the news. “Before you say anything, remember I’ll be your boss and I can give you lots of benefits. Not at work, but definitely somewhere else.”

Lena winks at you and oh God, what have you got yourself into?

“Y/N, I really want you to stay.”

Your heart drops on your chest and the words fall out of your mouth without you being able to give a second thought to them. “I have to go.” 

You get up from the table, making your way out of Lena’s office. Your escape is put to a stop by her hand, pulling you towards her. 

You bump into her, face-to-face, bodies so close you can feel her warmth, flesh with flesh. Lena is staring right at your lips.

“Don’t run from this.” She whispers, breath hot on your own mouth and then, just like that, her lips touch yours and oh my God, what’s happening? Lena separates her lips, taking yours into hers and you can’t. Just can’t.

“Stop. I-I can’t.” She blinks at you, confused. “It’s not you, it’s-“ Lena is one second away from rolling her eyes, expecting a ‘it’s me’ out of your mouth, but it never comes. “It’s Kara.”

“Kara?” Her shock is visible, undeniable. To be honest, yours is too.

“Kara kissed me.”

“Oh!” Lena steps back, out of your personal space.

“And I hate her, I do. And you’re also the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen-“

“But?”

“I think I’m in love with her. I think I’ve loved her the whole time.” 

You see Lena's surprised face, and you're surprised too. Probably even more so than she is. How could this happen? How could all of that hatred and annoyance have just turned into love? How is it possible that when you hear Kara's name you don't want to roll your eyes because she is irritating, but rather because she is not here next to you. Was this love all along? Were you blinded by your fury and didn't see the obvious? Ugh. Why does Kara Danvers make you feel so many things? And why are all of them confusing as hell?

"I'm sorry." You walk a bit farther away, back turned to Lena in clear embarrassment, because let's be honest, you have been leading her on. "I promise you I'm just as confused as you are. I really thought I hated her."

"Well," Lena's voice is back to normal, no more shock. "Love and hate is such a thin line." 

"I'll get out of your hair." You start walking towards the door, but Lena holds you by your shoulder.

"Y/N, I meant what I said about the job in CatCo." She rounds you, so she can look at your face. "You and me, it was never a condition for it to happen. You are way too talented and I'd be stupid to let you get away." You blink your eyes in confusion, and she nods at you slightly. "Please, take the job. I promise it won't be weird in any way. Kara is my best friend and I see the way she looks at you. And now that I know your feelings towards her, I'll be the biggest supporter, trust me. Just don't let that almost kiss stop you from making a life-changing decision."

She is right. Lena Luthor is so right. It's time for you to finally stop sabotaging yourself. It's time to try harder than you've ever done. It's time to be honest for the first time.

You can't wait any longer, you've waited too long to tell her. You hid it (not so well) from yourself and the world for longer than you should've, so you can't anymore. It has to be now so you run out of Lena’s office and into the park adjacent.

"SUPERGIRL!" You yell, and yell and yell her name a few times until Kara lands in front of you. "God, what took you so long?"

"Caught a little bit of air traffic." She says with a doofus smile and you can't, won't fight yours anymore. So you smile at her joke, the biggest one you've let people see in a while. "Do you have an emergency?"

"I do." But you can't do this while she is in her Supergirl attire, because even though they are the same person, Supergirl isn't the one you fell in love with. You fell for dweeb Kara Danvers way before you learned her secret. "I need to talk to Kara Danvers."

"What?" Kara asks, confused. Given she is right in front of you and you know that all too well.

"You don't get it, Supergirl. I need to talk to Kara Danvers right now or I'll die. It's a real emergency." 

Kara tilts her head looking at you, confused. You keep running from Kara Danvers and saying the most mean things you can think of, and now you’re in front of her saying you’ll die if you don’t talk to her. Takes her a while, but she finally picks you up and flies you to her apartment. She disappears into her bedroom and comes back a full minute later into your sight, with her real doofus clothes. 

You can't really explain what happened to you when you saw her. Come to think of it, you haven't been able to explain half of the things that happened on this trip to National City. But your heart did a weird loop, your breath got stuck on your lungs and fuck, you had to kiss her right there, right then.

You run towards her, jumping on her arms and she catches you in shock, but you're so fast to kiss her, she can't even overthink this whole thing. 

So you kiss her, and kiss her. Until there's no air left in your lungs, until you realize her dweeb face is your favorite thing in the world, until you both fall into her bed entangled in each other.

"What is happening?” She manages a whisper in between kisses, unable to stop herself from kissing you, even though she doesn't truly understand what's going on.

"You were right. God, you are always right. You're my favorite person in the universe even though I hate you sometimes." She has a dorky smile, the one you would normally want to slap it out of her face, but instead you just kiss her again and again. "I never knew I could feel all of these emotions for just one person. Never realized I could feel so safe inside the embrace of the biggest nerd I know." Kara can't contain her happiness and you can't stop but showering her face with kisses. "I hate to admit when I'm wrong, but I was. I was fighting this feeling because it scared me, how-how could I like someone so much already?”

Kara’s smile reaches her eyes, she literally lights up when you say that and while a few days back you’d want to bring her down, now you just want her to be the happiest she can be.

“But you, Kara Danvers, you really do make it easy for people to like you that fast, don’t you?”

Kara kisses you, softly. “I wouldn’t say you liked me that fast. I mean, you were basically insulting me daily for two full weeks.”

“You have a real dorky face.”

She shrugs. “Yeah, but you like it.”

“I really do.”

And you thought it would be the hardest thing for you to admit. But right now, inside Kara’s embrace with her face so close to yours, you realize it is a lot easier to tell her the truth then fighting it so incessantly like you have since you got here.

"Can't believe we went from enemies to lovers."

"You were never my enemy. You're way too cute for that." Kara raises her eyebrows ready for a comeback. "And only half evil, anyways."

"Oh, you're getting quicker with the comebacks." You smile when you see how excited Kara gets with the compliment. "I still wanna punch your dorky face sometimes."

"Why don't you punch it with your lips." Kara raises her eyebrows suggestively a few times, and you can't help it but to laugh at her dorkiness and then to do exactly what she said.

Epilogue:

"Kara?" You hear Nia's voice next to the door, your eyes widen, and so does Kara's.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing in the closet?" You hold back the laugh from the double meaning, and Kara rolls her eyes at you.

"Changing back." She finally opens the door, leaving you hidden there.

"Because of Supergirl or because you've been making out with your girlfriend in there?" Nia knocks on the door. "Come out, Y/N. No one here wants you guys back in the closet. Also, the new boss is here. The making out in the closet era is over."

"But this was the first time." You defend yourself, slowly coming out of there.

"Oh please. It was the first time today. I might not have x-ray vision, but I have eyes, you know." Nia says and you and Kara share embarrassed smiles. "Now look alive, Andrea Rojas is here and something tells me she's not gonna give us special treatment like Lena did."