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xhoess · 8 months ago

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Paint me

Spencer reid × fem bod! Reader

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Summary: when you get an assignment from your art teacher are completely lost. You need a model to pose for your painting but the problem is no-one wants to, because they would have to go naked. When you go to the bar with a friend and her colleagues you find the perfect model for your painting.

Genre: smut with plot?

Story under cut!!

"Sure I will be there soon" you say to Penelope who is on the other side of the phone "okay great! See you soon girl" she said before hanging up.

You just agreed to go to a bar not to far from your apartment to hang with your close friend Penelope and her colleagues, you had met a few of them already but you don't really remember them. But every time when Penelope talks about her colleagues you can't help but laugh about the way she describes this one guy named Spence. He seems cute.

Lately you have been very busy with your school assignments and you almost have no time left to spend with friends. Now you only have one assignment to but you consider dropping it because you can't seem to find a model who want to sit for you. Wich you get because they would have to be naked for it.

But you try to not think about it for tonight, so you quickly get up and put on your shoes before walking out of the door straight to the bus stop. You weren't gonna ride yourself because you where not planning on staying sober tonight.

Once you arrive at the bar Penelope gives you a big hug, "guys you remember y/n right?" She says while Turing to the rest of the group. A younger, kinda cute looking man stands up and holds his hand out to be shook "Hi y/n, I'm spencer reid" you smile at his gesture and grab his hand to shake is "Hi Spencer, nice to meet you I'm y/n l/n"

You may have hold the eye contact a little bit too long because Penelope and Emily were looking at each other and it looked like they were having a telepathic conversation with their facial expressions. And from that moment on you knew Penelope was not gonna leave you alone and tease you about spencer for probably a lifetime.

"So y/n how's school" Emily asks, "oh please, you don't wanna hear about my boring art problems I promise you" you laugh, but she insisted that it was not boring and that they all would love to hear at least one 'boring problem" so you gave in. "Okay, there is this assignment and I need to turn it in next week and it's totally stressing me out, I can't seem to find a model to pose for me"

"I am sure reid would love to pose for you" Derek teases, but you didn't expect spencer to say "i Mean I don't see the harm in it so I think I would do it" "spencer that is really sweet but it has to be a naked portrait" you blurt out.

Spencer chokes on his drink and is bight red by now "I did not know that" He said, his voice ten times higher than the Last time he spoke. Cute you thought.

The evening went on and the subject of the painting died down pretty quick, but the more drinks you have the more you start to think about painting Spencer, you start to scan his body from his legs to his face but when you reach his eye level you see that he has been staring at you too. He suddenly gets and walks towards the bar, but the way he lingers his eyes for a second too long when he walks away makes your legs feel weak.

You follow, Penelope asks where you are going but before you can answer her you had already left. You where sure you're not thinking straight but you couldn't care less.

Once you reach the bar you search for spencer, you thought he was walking this way but maybe you were wrong. As you start to question yourself a person comes behind you, and softly grabs your hips. He leans closer and whispers in your ear "paint me"

But his voice wasn't the squeaky high one you heard before, it was way lower and it made your legs go weak. You turn around and face spencer. "You wanna get out of here?" You ask, hoping he would say yes.

He said yes and grabs your hand to lead you to his car, that was maybe the best part. He didn't even had a single drop of alcohol and you made him come with you and probably have sex within the first 5 hours of knowing each other.

But at the booth where you guys were sitting Derek nudges Penelope, "babygirl look our plan worked they are gonna hook up" he said proudly, "Oh my God I wanna hear all the details about this from y/n" she giggles.

This may have been the longest 10 minute car ride of your life but when you finally got inside your apartment there was no time wasted. Spencer carefully pushed you against the wall next to the entrance of your apartment and connects his lips with yours. You're surprised with the force of the kiss, you expected spencer to be a sweet, soft guy in bed but this kiss is already proving that you're wrong.

He taps your tighs as a sign for you to jump, and you do, he is lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. "I've been waiting for this all night" He said while laying you down on the bed.

He started kissing the crook of your neck and you groaned in response. He definitely liked that sound comming from you because he moves his hands to the buttons of your blouse and starts to undress you. But he was surprised when you bucked your hips up to create friction between the two of you. He stopped his moves for a good 2 seconds before continuing to undress you.

Once you were undressed he started to kiss your whole body from top to bottom "God you look so good" He mumbled against your skin.

His hands ghost over your pussy and you shiver, "spencer please" "please what baby" He says sweetly "please put your damn fingers in me already or I am gonna do it myself" you say before pulling him into a kiss again. Spencer did not wait any longer to insert his fingers, you arch your back and moan his name. If his fingers get you off this much already you can't wait for his cock.

Luckily for you, once spencer was done stretching you out he unbuckeld his belt, but you stopped his tracks. "Let me" you say while switching positions with him.

Your leaking pussy is now straddling his hard on. "Ngm- y/n don't tease me like that" He says.

You take of his pants and underwear in one smooth motion and start to stoke his length. Once you think you wet him enough you start to straddle his lap again. "Are you clean?" You ask, he nods "yes , I am" "okay me too, so no condom" and you swear you felt his dick twitch at the thought of comming inside of you.

You line up with his dick and start to sink down, the stretch is unbelievably good but your mind gets thrown off when spencer switches the positions between you too. His dick is almost fully in and and spencer grabs your hand and lays in on your belly.

"Do you feel that" He asks, and you swear you have never lost your mind so badly. Once spencer was fully inside of you, you could feel the top of his dick poking in your skin, your hand is grazing over it and spencer can't hold it back any longer.

He starts to move his hips in a smooth motion, pulling in and out in a quick pace. You throw your head back and grab his arms, you are sure you left a few marks there but you couldn't care less.

"I can't hold it much longer" you say "that's okay, me neither" He breaths out in the crook of your neck. Not much later spencer throws his head back in pleasure and let's out a long moan. His load shooting into you.

"You where so good for me" He said while pulling out fully. This may have been the best you ever had.

An hour later you and spencer where all cleaned up and ready for bed, you admired him when he walked towards you in only his boxers.

"I did indeed find the perfect model"

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the-fiction-witch · 4 months ago

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Visiting

Media - Morbius Character - Lucien Crown / Milo Couple - Lucien Milo X Reader Reader - Miss Y/n Y/l/n Rating - flirty + Cute Word Count - 3077

Y/n headed inside as usual, her blue heels clacking on the stone floor, she wore sheer black stockings, a blue plaid dress with a black belt, her silver locket, and her curls in a ponytail down her shoulder, she slipped off her black coat hanging it over her arm as she walks, Y/n had known Lucien for almost eighteen years now and very much had a blank reaction to his wealth given she had known him for so long before he had it, after knowing each other so long little secrets existed between them, much like siblings even if there was a .... tension both knew had been their since their early teens.

Lucien chucked from his chair as he sat receiving another of his many daily treatments, “You’re late,”

"Sorry Milo, had to get through your sixteen waves of security," she joked, she called him Milo simply because everyone else she knew did and even if it wasn’t his name it was more what he was referred to as.

Lucien smirked when he saw her. "Ah, it's always so hard to avoid them. They're almost too good at their jobs." He joked back with a devious smirk. He moved the needles off of his body and sat up to look at her better. "You look quite lovely today." He complimented her with a charming smile, eyeing her up as usual.

"Do I?" she asked fixing her hair a little as she tossed her jacket on the empty chair "I had a job interview today, Do I look employable?" she asked smoothing her dress and putting her hands on her hips to pose a little,

Lucien chuckled his eyes ran up and down her body in a very obvious manner to look at her properly, then met her eyes again with an amused smirk. "Oh, you definitely look very, very employable." He said with a charming tone, and then gestured for her to come closer to him instead with a smirk. "Come closer, I want to see you better."

Y/n rolled her eyes and came over to his chair, she breifly rested her hand on his arm in a comforting way, as she crouches by the chair but as she does she secretly checked his pulse, her eyes met his and she smiled, for a moment the snarky playfulness gone "You feeling okay?"

Lucien definitely noticed her checking his pulse, but he didn't tell her that he noticed, as it was something she did everytime she was around him, he secretly liked it, but like a true stubborn man, would never verbally admit it. He smiled back a bit as she asked him the question, and hummed thinking for a moment, he knew he wasn't okay, but he decided to pretend that he was to not worry her. "Yeah, I'm feeling fine." He lied, but his voice and expression made it seem like he was telling the truth.

Y/n breifly smiled sensing he was lying to her but she didn't push it, "Good, Ohh I spoke to Micheal this morning," she smiled as she got up going to make him some tea,

Lucien's expression darkened a little bit when she mentioned Michael, and he looked away, not responding for a moment as he felt a pang of anger at the mention of his name, but he tried not to show it. "Mmm, did you now?" He responded with some irritation in his voice, trying to act indifferent. He was angry at him again, and he didn’t want to worry her by telling her why.

"He's shipping off elsewhere again, wouldn't tell me where as usual," she chuckled as she brought Lucien a cup of warm tea just how he liked it, and she rested her hands softly on his shoulders and her chin on his head as she stands behind him, "But... He is 'distracted'," she playfully cooes,

Lucien sighed at the news of Michael leaving, of course he wouldn't tell her, he's secretive like that, he's like a walking mystery. He relaxed a bit as she placed her chin on his head and her hands on his shoulders, it definitely made him feel a bit better when she touched him like that, and he couldn't deny that. "Distracted by what?" Lucien asked, taking a sip of tea.

"Martine," she cooed "Young girl in his office, apparently has him very distracted," she chuckled

"A girl..." He mumbled, his mouth feeling a little bit dry suddenly at that thought. He took another sip of tea to ease the sudden tension and feeling from his dry throat.

"It'll be good for him, poor guys so focused in that damn lab he needs someone to talk to"

Lucien's jealousy does not subside at the idea Michael of all people was getting female attention, in fact, it seemed to only make it worse. He felt a pang of dread in his chest at the thought. He tried to act as indifferent and casual as possible. "A girl, huh? Yeah, I suppose someone should distract him from his lab work." He tried to say in an indifferent tone, but his jaw was clenched as he said it.

Y/n chuckled "I'm sure you had a pretty girl wondering around you'd be distracted too Milo," she chuckled grabbing her lipstick and compact from her handbag giving it a small touch up,

Lucien definitely would not entertain the idea of some girl wandering around him, well, unless it was Y/n, he was very possessive of that girl. He felt a pang of irritation at the notion of a girl that wasn’t her having the same effect on him as she did. He watched her put some lipstick on, trying to avoid looking at her red lips, but failing. "Ha," he huffed, pretending to think the idea was ridiculous. "Me, distracted by a girl? I doubt that."

Y/n finished with her lipstick setting it back in her bag, and coming back over sitting on the arm of his chair looking at him and giving his hair a slight adjustment, "What you reading today?" she asked glancing to the pile of books on his table,

Lucien definitely enjoyed the fact that she came to sit and gave his hair a slight adjustment, it gave him a nice tingly feeling in his chest, but he tried not to show how much he liked it. He looked over to the pile of books on his table and hummed in thought. "Some medical journals, nothing too interesting." He responded, grabbing the nearest one and flicking to a page and skimming through some of the text. He was only pretending to look interested in it, since he was much more distracted by her sitting next to him.

"Alright," she chuckled "If your happy, I suppose,"

Lucien rolled his eyes at her, she definitely knew that he was pretending to read the journal. He put the journal down and looked up at her, a smirk slowly forming on his face. He reached a hand up and wrapped his fingers around a strand of her curls and twirled it with his finger, playing with it. "And if I'm not happy?" He asked, his usual playful and charming tone had returned to his voice just by being in her presence.

"Then you should be doing whatever does make you happy," she smiled,

Lucien chuckled and continued to twirl her curl around his finger, his smirk growing as he looked at her, enjoying the feeling of the silky hair between his fingers. A thought crossed his mind, and his smirk turned into more of a sly grin as he came up with an idea."And what if you make me happy?" He asked her, looking at her in a way that almost made him look like he was undressing her with his eyes. A classic Lucien look.

Y/n rolled her eyes a little at his look "You make me happy too," she cooed "If I could sit here all day and just take care of you or even just keep you company I would, But I need to get a new job I've been out of work way too long." she explained "And for the fourteen time, It's a fantasic offer but I'm not moving in to one of this sixteen bedrooms,"

Lucien watched with amusement as she started refusing to move into his mansion yet again. Every. Single. Time. She always mentioned about getting a new job or mentioned money, he would offer her a room, and she always refused. This has been going on for years, and she STILL hasn't agreed. "Oh, come on, why won't you move in?" He asked with a smirk, his fingers still playing with her curl. "It's the perfect offer. You won't have to worry about rent, you can live in a mansion, you won't have to work."

"I can't, its far too generous. it's your money I don't have any right to it." she explained "I know you want me here, the issue is I know you'd want to give me everything, A Suite of my own, free food, free heat, light, power, water, free use of the mansion, pool, and god knows what else. And I would feel so bad all the time if I was taking up so much space and so much of your money." she explained "And I wouldn't have my own money, how would I pay for my phone, make up, clothes?"

Lucien sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration as she protested and listed all the reasons why she wouldn't move in. He knew all of these reasons by heart at this point, he had heard them a hundred times. He knew she was stubborn and too prideful to accept help, but he didn't like it, he wanted to take care of her, but she didn't let him. "First of all, how about you stop worrying about taking up space or taking all my money. You're not taking up space. You're not taking all my money." he cooed, "Secondly, as I said before, I could cover ANYTHING you could possibly need. You wouldn't have to worry about a thing. If you want a new phone? You got it. You want new clothes? You got it. You want a new car? You got it." He said, listing off the things he would happily give her without question. "And you wouldn't have to work either. You could come and go as you please. You basically have free range of the whole place. Why won't you accept this?"

Y/n sighed "... Because what if I get used to it..." she said her meaning obvious "If I have all this, I... I could get used to it and then... if something... happened to you, I'd be right back were I started"

Lucien's expression softened when she mentioned the 'if something happened to him' part. He didn't like the idea of that happening one bit, he was in denial that he very well could end up dead sooner than he should due to his condition, and the idea of leaving her at the start line was a horrible thought. He sighed in frustration, but his frustration wasn't directed at her, it was directed at himself. "Y/n, that's not going to happen. And even if it did, I'd-." He shut his mouth before he could finish that sentence. He clenched his jaw, he had been seconds away from saying that he had a will in place and that she would be left with everything, but he knew she would definitely protest against that. So he didn't finish that sentence, he knew it wouldn't change her mind. "Look, you don't have to worry about any of that." He said with false reassurance. He knew deep down that anything could happen at anytime, and he could be six feet under in a matter of days, but he didn't want to think about that, and he definitely didn't want her thinking about it either.

She sighed once more her eyes meeting his again "Would it make you happy?"

Lucien stared at her, his expression softened more and he smiled a little at her question. If he was being completely honest, it would make him very happy to have her living with him, it would actually make him overjoyed. "Yes, it would make me VERY happy." He said, and although he wasn't being completely truthful, and he wasn't telling her just how happy it would make him, his eyes made the answer obvious. He WANTED her to move in, really badly.

"Alright," she agreed "But a small room milo." she quickly said even if she knew it was pointless, Lucien was going to give her the best suite in his mansion, better then his own if possible and she knew there was little she could do to change his mind on that fact

Lucien almost couldn't believe what he was hearing, she agreed? Was this actually happening? He couldn't stop a big smile from forming on his face, he looked almost like a boy on Christmas day who had just been given the biggest gift he could possibly ask for. As she asked for a small room, he quickly started shaking his head. "Y/n, darling, you are not getting a small room. You're getting one of my best suites in this whole damn place and that is the last I'll hear of it."Lucien reached out and grabbed her by the waist moving her onto his thigh as she playfully squealed, but relaxed leaning against his chest, after all they had been freinds so long that this wasn't really something to be concerned over, she'd sat in his lap thousands of times

"There's no talking you out of this is there?" she sighed

Lucien chuckled he wrapped his arms around her waist as she leaned back against his chest, his expression very smug as he had her there. He hummed in mock thought as she asked him if he could be talked out of it. "Nope." He quickly responded, his smirk growing. He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist and leaned in to speak into her ear. "There's no talking me out of anything when it comes to you."

"Fine, at least have some restrictions, as I can only use the pool on Tuesdays or only the bar on Saturdays,"

Lucien chuckled and hummed in thought, he liked the sound of those restrictions. The thought of her in a swimsuit in the pool on a Tuesday? Or her sitting at the bar on a Saturday in a nice dress or something. That was definitely something he could get on board with. "I don't know about that... those are some pretty strict rules..." He teased jokingly, he definitely had no intention of putting any restrictions on her, she would have free rein over the place, it was going to be her home now too.

"Fine! but I'm doing my own laundry, I don't need the maids to take care of me,"

Lucien chuckled again and rolled his eyes a little at her comment about doing her own laundry. He knew this was a lost cause, she was very stubborn. He leant his head on her shoulder and spoke in a sly tone, trying to persuade her into having the maids take care of her laundry. "Darling, why would you do your own laundry and wash it yourself when you could have the maids take care of it for you?"

"Cause I feel rude handing a nice lady all my dirty clothes for her to wash,"

Lucien chuckled at her response. Typical her. She was always so nice and polite, it was one of the many reasons he loved her. He leant his head on her shoulder again as he continued, his arms tightening around her waist. "they're maids. That's their job, to literally take care of the house work, you won't be rude by having them wash your clothes."

"Fine" she sighed knowing there was no point in arguing with him

Lucien smiled victoriously at her conceding. He knew he would get her to give in eventually, and it didn't take much arguing. He loved the fact that she was just as stubborn as him, if not more. "There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He teased, moving one hand to gently pat her thigh.

"I suppose not, so? when I move in am I to be expected to come and wake you every morning with pancakes and tea?" she joked

Lucien smiled warmly at the joke, he remembered those times in the hospital vividly, and those times that she would come every morning and bring him tea and pancakes, or whatever she'd managed to smuggle into the hospital. He laughed and gave her thigh a playful squeeze. "Of course." He replied, his tone playful and sarcastic. "That's exactly what I'm expecting from you. That, and massages and everything. Got it, darling?"

"Breakfast, massages, anything else? cause I'm not giving you baths and dressing you Milo your a big boy you can do that yourself" she chuckled "You want that level of help you need to hire a nurse... and I am not qualified."

Lucien let out another playful chuckle as she mentioned that she wouldn't be giving him baths or dressing him. To be honest, the idea of her giving him a bath did sound nice, but he quickly decided to not mention that. "Yes, yes, I know, I was just teasing you." He said with a smirk. "And as much as I'd love to hire a nurse, you're much more enjoyable to have around than a nurse,” He chuckled again, she would actually be perfect as a nurse. She already showed so much care and kindness to him, she was kind, she was patient, she was gentle, and she was very pretty. If he thought about it, if she was ever a nurse, he would’ve been very tempted to purposely get injured all the time just so she’d tend to his injuries and give him medicine. He pushed the thought away, and leant his head on her shoulder again. "Seriously though, darling, thank you for agreeing to move in."

"Thank you for letting me" she smiled sweetly giving his temple a small kiss

Lucien smiled warmly when she kissed his temple. He loved the way she always showed affection like that, even though they were just friends. Although deep down, he secretly wanted them to be more than just friends, he didn’t think she felt the same, so he didn’t bother to make a move. "You’re welcome. It’s going to be a pleasure to have you living here.”

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lolasimms · 2 years ago

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Body and Soul - Ellie x Reader

warnings: virgin reader, possessive Ellie, swearing

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"I'm ready, Els." You whispered quickly, causing Ellie to laugh at your eagerness.

"Yeah, baby?" she asked you as she kissed you briefly. As she did so, she reached a hand down to her strap, moving her hips so that she was better lined up with your entrance.

"I'm sure." You nodded at her, staring down at her movements, nervously awaiting what was to come. Afraid that she'd enter without giving you warning.

"Hey," Ellie said quietly, sensing your stare of caution. "Look at me. In my eyes, doll." She spoke until you looked up at her and did as she said. "There you are." She grinned at you.

You giggled a little, feeling giddy at the situation.

"Okay, I'm going to go as slow as I can. And we stop any time you say. Red, remember that? That's our safe word." Ellie said to you, speaking to you in a clear and slow tone so you could process all of her instructions.

"Red." You repeated, nodding at her. You counted the freckles littering her face to calm yourself down.

Ellie continued to stare into your eyes as she reached down. She carefully ran the head of her strap along your folds, allowing you to get a feel of it. She grunted as she did so. It was tough for her to hold back with you, but she knew she had to.

She did this for a few minutes before she slowly pushed the tip in past your folds, not fully entering but letting you get used to the feel of her.

Your eyes widened slightly, not out of fear but just realization. Ellie was about to fuck you. She'd be the first to ever be inside you. You were hers.

"You want more?" Ellie posed the question through gritted teeth.

You nodded shyly, "Please, Els."

Causing her to moan at your words "Good girl. Okay. If at any moment it's to much, tell me when to stop. Tell me when it starts to hurt." She said to you as she pushed her hips forward, small distances until she entered inside of you.

It was barely half of her strap, just past the head, but it was enough to make you halt your movements, frozen in place.

She was inside of you.

"Oh my god." You said to her, a mix of a moan and an exclamation.

"I know." she agreed, "I know , doll." She groaned, her eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. It was killing her to be this gentle and patient, but she needed you to experience it for the first time this way. Slow and passionate, it was what you deserved.

"More." You mumbled, looking into her eyes. "I can take it."

Ellie's eyes fluttered shut at that, "You sure?." She said it so that you knew you had a choice. She moved so that she could put both of her hands on either side of your face, forcing you to look up at her.

"Keep your eyes open, want you to see," Ellie instructed you. "Keep taking deep breaths, k?" She waited for you to do so before she moved her hips again, more of her strap disappearing inside of you.

Your eyes never left hers as you made a noise between a moan and gasp. It hurt, partly, but it felt good . Like she was made for you. "More, please. I want more of you." You told her in a hushed tone.

Ellie whined, eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment before she opened them again to stare down at you. "Already? Fuck, you're such a good girl." She praised you, heart thumping loudly as she thrust deeper.

She kept going, waiting for a reaction of discomfort from you. But instead, she was met with the wide-eyed, blissful look on your face. You liked this. It made her so horny for you. She thrust her hips until she couldn't anymore.

The entire thing wasn't exactly comfortable for you, but still, it felt perfect.

Ellie let out a low gasp, "That's it." She informed you in utter awe of you. She had to speak over the way you were moaning and whimpering. "Baby doll, you're taking all of me," she groaned.

"Oh, fuck." Your fingernails dug into her back slightly, allowing yourself to adjust to the size of her strap.

Ellie watched your expression as she began moving her hips, shallow strokes, just enough to offer you some movement but not enough to plunge in and out of you. She was pleased when you began letting out noises of pleasure with each roll of her hips.

"It feels so good." You assured her, a hand going to the back of her head and tangling into her hair. You felt tears of pleasure forming in your eyes. It was a rush of emotional release to do this with her. It was overwhelming. But she was the only one you'd ever wanted to do this with.

"Oh my god." Ellie agreed, "You like this? You like when I move like this?" She asked you, stumbling over her words as her thrusts picked up the pace just slightly. You were so good for her, and she could see it on your face how well you were relaxing and adjusting.

"I love it." You admitted to her, tugging gently on her hair. "Don't stop."

Ellie watched the way your tears spilled from the sides of your eyes. Slowly trickling onto the white pillows on your bed. Her thumbs instantly wiped them away as she began moving her hips quicker, moving in and out of you deeper.

A realization washed over her that she was the first person to ever do this to you. You belonged to her and she belonged to you. No one else had ever been inside of you, and god so help her if anybody else ever did. You were hers through and through. Body and soul, all of you belonged to her, this was proof.

It made her moan before she leant down to capture your lips, hard and passionate. She continued to fuck you as she did so, her heart racing with each moan of pleasure that you gave her.

"You're mine , baby," she whined against your hot lips. "All mine. This pussy is all mine." She said, unable to stop herself from letting the words out.

You could hardly say a word, let alone keep your eyes open. The pleasure was so good, that you felt like you were in a dream state. Half awake, half asleep. And only Ellie could do this to you.

"And I'm yours." She continued, her lips moving against yours in between her words. "You fucking own me. Did you know that? I belong to you." She said, pulling back to look into your closed eyes as she said so.

"You're mine." You agreed with her, voice coming out hoarse because of the way that she was pounding into you. Your shut eyes finally opening.

"That's right," Ellie said with a moan. She enjoyed hearing it a little too much. Enough to make her realize that was going to cum soon from the delicious friction. She couldn't help it, she'd wanted to do this since she laid eyes on you.

"This cock belongs to you. it's all yours. No one else's." She repeated her words from earlier in between loud grunts. She was talking filthy now, not thinking, but just letting whatever came to her blissed our mind spew.

"I'm-mmff. I'm gonna cum. Els, I-"

Before you could complete your sentence, your orgasm rippled through your body, taking the words from your mouth and all of the muscles in your body. You cried out beneath her, nails against her back, making noises that you'd never heard come from your body before.

She held on tight, as you went through your orgasm, letting you ride it out. You were clinging on to her, not wanting to let go of the warmth from her body.

You were hers and she was yours. Body and soul, and that's how it would be forever and always.

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yuhzz · 2 years ago

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keeping it lowkey - idol k.cw x idol fem!reader

summary: you have to keep your relationship lowkey because you're idols, but chaewon's had enough.

warning: fluff.

word count: 687 words

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as soon as you entered the quiet restaurant, you grabbed each other's hands and sat down at a corner booth.

"sorry I'm late," chaewon said, her cheeks slightly flushed. "i had to sneak out of the dorm without anyone noticing."

"it's okay," you replied with a small smile on your lips. "i'm just glad we could finally meet." you gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before chaewon broke the silence.

"i know it's risky, but i can't help how I feel about you. i don't want to hide anymore. i want the whole damn world to know that you're mine, and i'm yours"

you reached across the table and took the latter's hand in yours. "i feel the same way, but we have to be careful. you know how the agency and the fans would react if they found out."

"i know," sighed chaewon.

"but it's exhausting pretending to be something i'm not. i just wish we could be open about our relationship." she continued.

"i do too," you said, a hint of sadness in your voice.

"but for now, we have to keep it a secret, alright?" chaewon nodded at you.

you both sat in silence for a few moments, lost in your thoughts. until you finally spoke up again.

"i have an idea. what if we write a song together, and make it about our love?" chaewon's eyes lit up.

"that's brilliant! we can use metaphors and imagery to express our feelings without being too obvious. and it would be something special between us."

you grinned, a weight lifted off your shoulders. "i'm so glad i have you. you're my everything."

chaewon leaned over the table and pressed her lips gently against yours. "and you're mine. always." she mumbled against your lips.

as you pulled away, screams galore from outside the restaurant. when you looked at the source of the noise, a group of fans was quickly approaching the restaurant.

quickly, you released each other's hands and tried to act casual.

but neither one of you could deny the fact that your hearts were still racing with the thrill of your secret love.

it didn't take long for the group of fans to enter the restaurant and rushed toward the two of you, asking for autographs and selfies. both you and chaewon put on your best smiles and posed with your fans, all the while trying to hide the nervousness you both felt inside.

after the fans left, chaewon turned to you and whispered with a giggle, "that was close. we have to be more careful."

you nodded. "i know. we don't want to jeopardize everything we've worked for, despite dying to disclose our relationship" you joked.

chaewon giggled and took a sip of her water and looked at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "speaking of which, sometimes i really just wish we could just tell everyone and see what happens. it would be a scandal for sure, but maybe it would also show people that love is love, no matter who it's between."

you chuckled. "you always were a rebel, weren't you?" chaewon grinned.

"and you always knew how to rein me in." you both sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes, enjoying each other's company.

it didn't take long before you both decided to get up to leave.

as soon as you two did so, chaewon leaned in and whispered in your ear,

"i love you." you blushed and looked away.

"yah, where's my 'i love you too'?" she nudges you and pouted.

you giggled and finally whispered back, "i love you too."

now, it was her turn to blush.

as you and chaewon walked out of the restaurant, your fingers intertwined, you knew that your secret relationship would continue to be a challenge.

but you also knew that you were stronger together than apart.

and you were willing to do whatever it took to keep your love alive.

so for now, you gotta keep it lowkey.

and wait for the day - when you finally get to confess your love for each other publicly - to come.

#le sserafim x reader #le sserafim chaewon #le sserafim #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim fluff #chaewon x reader #chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #kpop x reader #kpop #yuhzz #le sserafim scenarios

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 4 months ago

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by your side. ( sean renard x reader )

gif belongs to me

It had been a long trial, especially when facing someone you thought you had left behind after university. He was still the arrogant know-it-all that he believed he was, but you found solace at home away from the office where he often stopped by to bring coffee. You had no interest in his tactics to win you over, hoping you would go for a lighter sentence for his client.

But when a member of his client's family was murdered, leading to his client wanting to change his plea, that solace was taken from you as you went to the scene, and agreed to meet at your place to discuss a new deal now that his client was willing to fold on his employer.

Diana was sitting at the dining table when he arrived and she observed as you spoke on the sofa, paying more attention than you thought she did, and didn't like the way the man was looking at you, interrupting you to comment on your perfume or your hair. It was an amateur tactic to get you confused, but you remained focused on the case.

You left the room briefly to find a book you had been using for research and Sean arrived home minutes later, finding the man struggling to breathe due to his tie tightening around his neck, on his knees on the rug as he tried to free himself. Sean set his briefcase down calmly, taking in the scene.

"I found that book -" You dropped the book in shock, "Oh my god!" You looked at Diana whose eyes were glowing, "Diana! Stop it! Let him go!" You looked at Sean who stood with his hands in his pockets, a contemplative expression on his features. "Do something!"

You huffed when he didn't, and approached Diana, "Honey, you need to let him go."

"He wants to take you away! I won't let him take you away!"

"I'm not going anywhere." You told her. "Why would you think that?"

"I've seen the way he looks at you. He wants to take you away from daddy! Away from me!"

You looked at Sean for a further explanation, "He's attracted to you. Diana is very perceptive."

You turned to Diana, a frown on your lips, "I'm not going anywhere." You knelt down, taking hold of her hands. "Look at me," She looked away from the man who fell over, gasping for breath but you ignored it, keeping your focus on Diana. "I wouldn't leave you two for the world."

"Really?"

You nodded, "Really." You assured her. "I love you. And I might be a little annoyed with him right now," You looked over at Sean, "but I love him too." You met her gaze, "So don't ever think that, okay? I'll be here as long as you want me to be."

"Then you'll stay forever!" She hugged you tightly and you smiled softly, kissing her head when the man began to shout, drawing your attention.

"You crazy - what the hell was that? You people are crazy!" He continued to yell as he tossed his work into his briefcase and you knew he couldn't be allowed to tell anyone about Diana.

"Go to your room. I'll be through in a second."

She nodded, leaving down the hallway, and you gasped when Sean struck. You closed your eyes, opening them moments later to find the man unconscious on the floor.

"You really didn't notice he was attracted to you, did you?" His lips turned upward in amusement.

A year ago you would have run screaming, but you had adapted to the violence and the need for secrecy. Diana was powerful and although the blonde could be terrifying at times when she showed her powers, you couldn't let anyone who posed a threat walk away.

"I thought he was trying to distract me because of the case." You spoke in your defence.

"The only thing he was interested in was getting beneath that dress."

You gestured to the body in your living room when his eyes raked up and down your body. "Unconscious civilian in our living room!"

Sean dealt with it discreetly while you went to speak to Diana who was in much higher spirits. You knew that beneath all that power she was still a little girl who didn't yet know better, but you knew she was starting to understand that she couldn't use her powers on everyone she disliked - although you knew Sean told her different.

You sighed as you headed downstairs, running a hand through your hair, sucking in a breath when you nearly crashed into Sean who was coming upstairs.

"Where is Diana?"

"In her room. She said she's sorry but I think she's too much like her father."

He stepped closer so he towered over you, causing you to tilt your head up to hold his gaze. "Did you mean what you said downstairs?"

You nodded, "I know we started off casual but exclusive, but I think we're way past that now, don't you think?"

It was true. You had been on-off lovers for a few years, but in the last year, your relationship held deeper meaning. Feelings were involved although they were never discussed. Until today.

You closed your eyes when he kissed you, bringing him closer as he deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You bit your lower lip when he pulled away suddenly, hands resting on the nape of his neck as you met his gaze.

You knew it wasn't easy for him to discuss his feelings, hence why you agreed to a purely physical arrangement, believing it was better than nothing at all. And while you had entered knowing what you felt was doomed to be nothing more than attraction on his end, you didn't hesitate even if it meant being broken-hearted in the end.

"What you said downstairs," He wet his lips drawing your attention to them, leaning in as his gaze centered on your lips.

"About staying by your side because I love you?"

He nodded, and you repeated the motion, eyes half-lidded as he brought you closer until you pressed against him. "I want you to know that...I love you."

You leaned up, kissing him tenderly before pulling away moments later. "I knew before you did."

Sean raised an eyebrow, and you giggled when he shook his head, his nose brushing against yours. "Oh, you did, did you?"

You hummed, smiling as you ghosted your lips across his. "But I've waited a long time for you to say it. If I had known it was because of your daughter nearly killing the competition I would have paid a little more attention. Although it is rare that I see you acting jealous...and it's a good look on you, Captain."

Sean knew you were only teasing. You were like him. No one else existed, no one else registered on your mind except for each other. And neither of you planned to let go.

"You know Adalind is picking up Diana in forty minutes..."

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" You asked.

"That depends...what do you think I'm suggesting?"

"An early night, body pressed against body, glistening with -" You smiled when he interrupted you with a kiss, placing a hand on his cheek as you leaned into him.

When you fell asleep next to him for the first time, the surprise of his presence wore off quickly as you settled next to him, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking if he was staying the night. He routinely left once you were both completely satisfied but that night he remained in your bed, and you listened to his racing heartbeat slow into calming thuds that lulled you to sleep.

Later that night, closer to the early hours of the morning, you lay in a similar position, your head on his shoulder, your palm resting on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. He placed his arm around your shoulders and his fingers traced patterns on your arm as both your heartbeats returned to normal.

You felt him kiss your hair and turn your head to meet his gaze. You had dreamed about moments like this for weeks, and now you were living it.

"I love you."

A smile formed on your lips at his declaration, "I love you too."

Sean leaned down, capturing your lips, and you placed a hand on his neck as he rolled, hovering over you. You would never tire of seeing the raw emotion in his eyes reserved just for you. You knew that somehow, you wouldn't be left broken-hearted. And when he placed a ring on your finger he vowed never to cause you any pain, to love you until the end of days, and it was one vow he would never break.

#sean renard #sean renard x reader #grimm

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jaclynhyde · 6 months ago

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okay but seriously how are we supposed to read this if not “jarlaxle pouting because artemis won’t put out”

(transcript under cut)

"I am assembling a troupe to make the journey," she explained.

"Your exploits have not gone unnoticed."

"Nor have they been accomplished alone."

"Your friend is invited as well."

As she spoke of Entreri, the pair of them turned together to regard the man who stood beside the bar, a mug of ale growing warm on the counter before him, and his typical background sneer hidden just behind his distanced expression. He wore his gray cloak back over one shoulder, showing the fine white shirt that Ilnezhara had given him before the journey to the Vaasan Gate and also revealing the jeweled hilt of his fabulous dagger, sheathed on his hip. It did not escape the attention of Jarlaxle and Ellery that those around Entreri were keeping a respectful step back, were affording him more personal space than anyone else in the bar.

"He has that quality," Jarlaxle mused aloud.

He continued to admire Entreri even as Ellery looked at him for an explanation. But the drow didn't bother to voice his observation. Entreri was far from the largest man in the tavern and had made no aggressive moves toward anyone, yet it was obvious that those around him could sense his strength, his competence. It had to be his eyes, Jarlaxle presumed, for the set of his stare spoke of supreme concentration-perhaps the best attribute of a true warrior.

"Will he go?" the drow heard Ellery ask, and from her tone, it was apparent to him that it was not the first time she had posed the question.

"He is my friend," Jarlaxle replied, as if that description settled everything. "He would not let me walk into danger alone."

"Then you agree?"

Jarlaxle turned to her and grinned wickedly.

"Only if you promise me that I will not be cold in the night wind."

Ellery returned his smile then placed her drink down on the table beside them.

"At dawn," she instructed, and she started away.

Jarlaxle grabbed her arm and said, "But I am cold."

"We are not yet on the road," she said.

Ellery danced from his grasp and moved across the floor and out of the tavern.

Jarlaxle continued to grin as he considered her curves from that most advantageous angle. The moment she was out of sight, he snapped his gaze back at Entreri and sighed, knowing the man would resist his persuasion, as always.

It was going to be a long night.

#there is technically a heterosexual explanation but good god #jarlaxle baenre #artemis entreri #jh reads forgotten realms

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mulledcherrywine · 2 years ago

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Jamaica

summary: after a day of recording, the crew spends the night on the beach, giving secrets a chance to get out

“Fuck,” Harry sighed, leaning back in his roller chair and pushing his hands against his face, “feels like we’ve been here all day”

“We have been,” Mitch responded, showing the same tired expression as Harry had.

You were stretched out across the sofa in the back of the studio. You had been helping with a few vocals earlier, and some instrumental, but now - like everyone else - you were completely swamped.

Harry wanted everything to be perfect for his debut, which was understandable, but it was hard to be cooped up in a studio for 12 hours a day when some of the most beautiful ocean you’d ever seen was right outside.

Not to mention, it was growing impossible to keep a friendly composure with Harry while under everyone’s noses but incredibly secretly, you were much more than that. You both agreed you weren’t quite ready to “reveal” yourselves yet, but sometimes it proved to be quite difficult.

“Why don’t we go down to the water tonight?” you posed to the group, “I mean, we always stare down there from the deck, why don’t we actually go?”

The crew perked up at the suggestion, the sleepiness that was in the room seconds before already seeming to melt away.

“Oh god, yes, please, can we?” Sarah chimed.

“But, what about the backing for that one part?” Harry said slightly panicked.

“You need a break, H. Seriously.” Mitch said as he took the ‘to-do’ list from Harry’s hands.

“Do I look that rough?”

“No comment.”

“He’s right, Har,” you spoke, “We should all go down, it’ll be fun.”

He gave you a look only you would recognize, and leapt up from his seat.

“Fuck it, let’s go” he said, picking up his things.

“Atta boy,” Mitch joked.

As the group of you left the studio, Harry leant closely to your ear, the both of you at the back of the group.

“Miss you so much” he hummed.

“Later” you said gently as you discreetly moved a few curls from out of his eyes. If anyone turned around, you though it would be pretty easy to play off as friendly.

Harry’s eyes looked to your lips sadly, then up to your eyes.

“Later” you said again, smiling.

He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, and switched back to being just Harry, and the group of you made your way back to the house for the beach.

—

“Okay, okay, fine. What was your most embarrassing moment in high school then?” Sarah laughed, currently living her dream of playing a big round of ‘Truth or Dare’. Some of the more “mature” members of the crew would never admit to having fun playing a middle school sleepover game, you could tell they were. Plus you all promised to appease them by adding in an alcoholic twist, just for extra fun.

The group of were all down by the water, huddled around a small fire you’d made up. The waves were quiet, and the wind was warm. Harry was sat so close to you, you could’ve leant your head on his shoulder any second. Still, you restrained. It was getting harder, though.

“I’m drinking,” Adam said as he threw back a shot, “None of you knew me in High School, and I could not be more grateful”

A few laughs erupted around the circle. The turn passed on to Adam to ask.

“Alright, i’ll be the brave one who asks the boss” he laughed, “Truth or dare, man”

Harry laughed as he ran a hand nervously through his hair.

“Um, dare. I’ll take the chance”

Adam nodded, thinking for a moment before a menacing look spread across his face.

“Okay, I dare you and y/n to kiss” he said, sounding like an all-too-giddy twelve year-old.

“Adam!” you said, flipping your gaze to Harry.

Harry returned the glance, silently asking with his eyes if you were okay with Adam’s ask.

You nodded subtly.

“Okay,” Harry said quietly, unbreaking his look with you as the both of you leaned in to share a kiss. Not nearly the first time between the two of you, but the most romantic you had ever been in front of anyone.

A few cheers erupted before you both broke apart, trying your hardest to act like you were embarrassed by the act, or at least show that you were very much joking about doing it.

“Well, I don’t think any of us will top that” Sarah laughed.

“Yes, well, we’re winners” Harry bragged, taking a drink.

As commotion rose for everyone to get back to casual conversation and resuming the game, you and Harry faded yourselves from the socialization. He leant himself down to you.

“You okay?” he said.

“Of course,” you replied. You lowered your voice a little more, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since, like, this morning”

A downturned smile appeared on Harry’s face, his small dimples taking shape under the light of the fire.

“Want to go inside, then? Call it a night?”

“I think if we leave together, H, everyone will know”

“Y’right. But, I think Mitch is about to fall asleep, probably won’t be out here much longer”

You looked over to the guitarist, who was very much half-alive, slumped down on Sarah’s shoulder.

“God, i’m exhausted” you said, hoping to suggest a natural end to the evening, “Might head up soon, yeah?”

Everyone else’s shared their sounds of worn-out agreement, Sarah shaking Mitch gently awake.

“I can stay in your room, then, Har?” you said quietly, hiding yourself a little behind your hand.

“Always” Harry said.

You excitedly turned away on your heels, heading off up the stone path and into the house.

As Harry leant down to help Adam fold up his own things, Adam placed a friendly hand on his shoulder.

“So, how long have you two been something?”

“What?” Harry said shocked.

“C’mon, H. I know you think you’re all cryptic and secretive but I promise you, no one smiles like that after kissing a friend. You were practically hyperventilating, man.”

“I just, you know, felt-”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone else.”

“Really?”

“Swear to it. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, Adam. Really.”

Adam slung his bag over his shoulder, heading after the same path you had hopped down moments before. He gave a cheesy solute to Harry before turning off toward the house.

Harry grabbed his own things and shortly followed suit, heading to get back inside with you.

In his room, you were tucked sleepily into the XL duvet on his bed, looking out to the sea through the window. You felt a heavily gentle hand rest on your hip.

“Hi, lovie” Harry whispered, nestling himself in to spoon you, adjusting his gaze to look at the water with you.

“Hey” you said quietly, reaching to grab his hand.

“So, Adam knows.”

“I figured, we were a bit obvious out there”

“Y’think?”

“We probably should’ve been more resistant” you spoke sadly.

“What if we didn’t have to be anymore, I mean, what if we just told everyone”

“I thought we said it wasn’t what we wanted right now?”

You turned your body around to face him, now holding his face gently, twirling little strands of his hair around your nails.

“I think I want something different now,” he said, eyes moving like he was looking for his thoughts, “I want us to be us”

“I’d like that” you chimed.

“So when should we spring it on ‘em?”

“Tomorrow? Get it done with?”

“Perfect” he confirmed as he settled with the idea of going public.

He pulled you tighter into his frame, tucking the both of you tightly in.

“So I guess,” he started, “that leaves tonight just for us, then, hm?”

“I guess it does.”

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kybercrystals94 · 6 months ago

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The Hostage

(Part 8)

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“Yes…yes, I’m here.”

Hunter can’t breathe, his lungs turning to stone in his chest. He isn’t sure if he’s actually awake, or if this is some sort of cruel, grief induced dream. But it’s her voice, the familiar lilt of her accent entwining the frantic words tumbling through the static of the channel.

Her voice speaks again, a desperate question, “Can you hear me?”

“Omega…” Hunter chokes out, an emotion too raw to identify in this moment fractures the precious name. He tries again, forcing a breath. “Omega, where are you?”

“I’m alive, I’m safe,” Omega says gently, her tone comforting. “I can send you my coordinates.”

Hunter can’t seem to make his voice work again, reasonable questions and words suffocated in his utter disbelief. She’s alive…not dead…alive…alive…alive…

Echo pushes forward. “Can you send them now?” he asks, voice steady as a stone in a stream.

There is a brief pause, and Hunter’s heart aches with panic that the connection is lost. But Omega’s young voice returns, “We’re sending them now.”

The sound of an incoming message chirps beside him. Tech immediately begins transferring the sent coordinates to the navigation system, pulling up an ETA using Omega’s local time zone as reference. Hunter doesn’t like the time that calculates.

“Who is with you?” Echo asks, keeping his focus on the call. Hunter realizes he hadn’t even processed that Omega said “we”.

“A friend. He’s helping me.” Omega says, confident but evasive in her answer.

It twists a sharp feeling of fear in Hunter’s gut; however, Wrecker seems undisturbed, leaning forward to crow, “We’re coming, Omega! You just sit tight!”

“I will, Wrecker.”

Hunter can hear the smile in her voice, see it in his memories. She’s alive. She’s waiting for them…and she’s alive.

Tech poses the next question. “How will we locate you once we arrive?”

“I can’t go back to the spaceport…Syko is there,” Omega says, the name spoken with an uneasiness that makes Hunter’s blood burn cold under his skin. “He’s still looking for me. But I will get you a message. My friends said they would help me. I trust them.”

Hunter's voice revives, hoarse and thick. “Omega, you’re alright? You’re not injured?”

“I’m okay, Hunter. I promise…” Omega says, the words absorbing that gentle cadence all her own. She adds, regretfully, “I have to go. I’ll see you soon. My friend will find you.”

“It will take us three rotations to arrive at your coordinates,” Tech relays the information quickly, but he adds more softly, “As you said, we will see you soon, Miss Omega.”

Omega doesn’t say anything else, the transmission ended, their connection to their resurrected sister severed with no hope of regaining it. The realization is enough to make Hunter’s knees feel weak. He stumbles back, barely managing to collapse into one of the cockpit seats instead of the floor.

“That was really her,” Wrecker says, voice low, “Omega’s really alive!”

“She obviously was not on board the destroyed vessel, not even in the general vicinity. This Syko she spoke of must have established the ruse in order to prevent us from attempting to locate Omega,” Tech says, moving to the pilot’s chair to begin preparations. “Unfortunately for him and exceptionally fortunate for us, Omega is far more resourceful than most would ever assume.”

Wrecker laughs. “Yeah, she is!”

While his two more animated brothers are distracted, Hunter leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees, and burying his face in his hands. Horrified guilt crashes over his floundering relief. If Omega hadn’t gotten away from this Syko, she would have been alive, wondering, and hoping for rescue while they mourned her death.

While reason whispers reassurances, shame screams accusations.

A hand falls on his shoulder, but Hunter doesn’t lift his head, unsure what his face might express in his vulnerability. He needs to gather up his resolve, rebuild his crumbled wall of composure. For now, he simply sits in destruction, focusing on his breathing.

“We’re gonna get her, Hunter,” Echo says. “We’re getting our sister back.”

Hunter nods. He doesn’t know how his brother has functioned seamlessly through the whiplash of realities. I’ve lost so many, Hunter.

Dropping his hands, Hunter keeps his gaze on the floor. “I want to know everything we can about Syko,” he says, and his voice trembles with barely suppressed rage that froths up from the chaos of emotions inside him.

Echo’s tone matches the vehemence. “On it, Sarge.”

They’re going to make Syko regret every decision he has ever made.

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Paa tries to ignore the girl at his side, shrouded in that ridiculous hood that Gawynn used to wear in the cold season. He has to admit that she’s a quick learner. The moment she picked up on his reluctance to converse, she shut up, content to be his little shadow as they navigate the city streets.

It was too dangerous to bring Tiiona along for the call. Too dangerous for Tiiona, that is. He doesn’t want the woman caught up in any of this underground business. So he tells her as little as possible, refuses to come to her apartment anymore…even though he desperately misses the warmth of a familiar place that feels safe and reminiscence of happier times. Times before the Empire. Times before Gawynn left.

“You’ll take care of Mother. Promise me.”

He promised, but Tiiona makes it karking hard when she adopts every sorry stray she finds on the street.

“Thank you for helping me find my brothers,” a small voice says.

Paa looks down, brown eyes stare up.

“I did it for Tiiona,” he mutters. “I owe her.”

The girl – Omega – smiles. “She’s a good person.”

Paa only nods.

Tiiona waits for them at their meeting place. As they approach, her guarded expression soothes and she smiles warmly, holding out her hand to Omega. The girl goes to her easily, takes her hand and Tiiona tucks the child under her arm, as she used to do with Gawynn and Paa when they were small.

“Did it work? Did you contact your brothers?” Tiiona asks Omega.

Omega nods. “Yes! They said they’ll be here in three days. Paa said that he’ll meet them at the port when they come.”

Tiiona meets Paa’s eye, a gentle sparkle of pride that makes Paa stand a little taller under the glow of silent praise. “You see,” Tiiona says to Omega, “I told you my friend would help you.”

“You’ll have to describe them to me,” Paa tells Omega. “So I’ll know who to look for.”

For the first time since Paa has known Omega, which, admittedly, isn’t long at all, the girl shows hesitation. She leans a little further into Tiiona’s side, first looking up at the woman, then her focus returning to Paa. “They’ll stand out. You won’t miss them…they’re…soldiers.”

“Soldiers,” Paa echoes, frowning. He looks at Tiiona, wondering if she knew this; however, the muted look of surprise on her face is evident.

Omega swallows. “They aren’t with the Empire, I promise. They’re…we’re…clones. We escaped.”

“Deserters,” Paa grumbles, “Even better. Probably wanted.”

“They’re careful,” Omega insists, desperately, pulling away from Tiiona’s protective hold and stepping toward him. “They won’t cause any trouble.”

“It’s not only them I’m worried about,” Paa growls. “Helping you is putting us in danger. With whoever this Syko is and the Empire.”

Omega starts to say something, but Tiiona cuts her off, addressing Paa. “Omega didn’t ask for this life, Paa. Just like you didn’t ask for yours, all those years ago. Helping her is the right thing to do, no matter the risks.”

Paa’s chest feels tight, emotion balling a fist in his throat. He tries to think of some sort of rebuttal.

Promise me.

“No, you’re right,” Omega says to Paa, broken but understanding. “I have put you both in danger. I’m sorry…I…I didn’t have anyone else.” She turns to Tiiona, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I wish there was some way I could repay you.”

Tiiona shakes her head. “You’re not going anywhere, Omega. I intend to see this through. It isn’t safe out here, and as long as your brothers are away, you’re under my protection. I won’t have it any other way.”

Paa takes a long breath around the beating lump in his throat. “And Tiiona is under mine, which means you are too.”

Omega blinks at them, hands clutched around the cloak’s tie under her chin. “You’ve already done so much,” she whispers.

“Until you’re back with your brothers, we haven’t done enough,” Paa says. It’s decided. It is what Gawynn would have said, would’ve done. Just like her mother.

Paa won’t let them down.

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The walk back to Tiiona’s apartment is quiet between the two of them, and Omega wonders if Tiiona is upset that she lied by omission. She and her brothers being clones is a rather big omission.

Paa listened intently as Omega described everything she thought he might need to know to locate her brothers. She even described Syko to the best of her memory, knowing that he is likely still searching for her. If he was willing to fake her death and murder a fellow bounty hunter just to get to her…the price on her head must be substantial. The Kaminoans are desperate.

“Desperate people are dangerous people,” Echo had told her once.

She didn’t doubt it.

Her brothers might not be thrilled that Omega told all that she did to Tiiona and Paa; however, she is also desperate. She would never have been able to find her brothers without their help, and if they wanted to, they could have already returned her to Syko for a price. Omega likes to think she is a reasonable judge of character, and she trusts Tiiona, and Tiiona trusts Paa. Besides, Paa reminds her a little of her brothers, seemingly aloof, at first, but fiercely protective. She likes him, even if he doesn’t seem to like her.

“Why doesn’t Paa come to your apartment?” Omega finally dares to ask.

Tiiona, who guides Omega through the streets with a gentle hand on her shoulder, glances down at her distractedly. “Hmm?”

Omega asks again, raising her voice only a little. “Why do we have to meet Paa in that alley? Why doesn’t he come to your apartment?”

Tiiona's distracted expression becomes thoughtful, eyes lifting again to watch the streets around them as they walk. “He thinks he is protecting me.”

“He’s not?”

“He worries who might follow him, who might try and use me to get to him,” Tiiona says. “So perhaps he is protecting me, but who is taking care of him? Being alone is not good for anyone.”

Omega nods, understanding the pains of loneliness all too clearly. So many years on Kamino were spent alone, even when Nala Se was there. Nala Se cared for Omega in her own way, maybe even loved her; however, Kaminoans did not experience companionship in the same way the clones did, and Nala Se’s version of a nurturing relationship felt starved and empty compared to what Omega experienced with her brothers now. She hadn’t even realized how deprived she had been until her brothers.

“Are your daughter and Paa friends?” Omega asks.

Tiiona smiles, but it is a smile so sad that Omega regrets the question before it is even answered. “They were inseparable as children, attached at the hip, those two. I always thought…” her voice breaks and peters off to nothing.

Omega doesn’t press, and Tiiona doesn’t continue.

They walk the rest of the way to the apartment in silence.

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“When can we expect delivery?” the Kaminoan representative asks.

Syko pretends to check his data pad, flicking through meaningless tabs. “My ship took extensive damage. It is still undergoing repairs. I do not have a solid timeline.”

“Find another ship then,” the rep says, their smooth voice riddled with impatience, even as their expression remains ever passive. “This is unacceptable.”

“What is unacceptable is you sending me to coordinates that landed me in the middle of a firefight,” Syko lies. “I was nearly killed, not to mention your bounty.”

There is a hiss of staticy air as the Kaminoan sighs on the other end of the transmission. “We will allow one more rotation for repairs. After that, your payment will be reduced.”

“You cannot afford to make threats. I still have your precious cargo. Cut my pay, and I just might start cutting fingers off your little clone. Fair’s fair, after all.”

Syko is delighted when the remark seems to strike a chord in the kriffing long neck, even if the visible reaction is a mere blink of bulbous eyes. “That is unnecessary. However, we expect the girl to be delivered as soon as repairs are complete.”

“Of course,” Syko sneers with a sarcastic smile. “I would never keep a loyal client waiting if I can help it, I assure you.”

He cuts the transmission with a slam of his fist.

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“Dropping out of hyperspace now,” Tech says out of habit more than necessity. His brothers are already in the cockpit, strapped in. Wrecker has been hounding him every couple minutes about their ETA, even though Tech has told him repeatedly that the incessant question won’t make them arrive any faster.

Hunter has the goodwill to simply lean over and check the data for himself, doing it almost as often as Wrecker asks.

Echo is the only one who has been remotely tolerable during the three day journey.

However, Tech cannot find it in himself to be exasperated with his brothers. After all, if it were possible, he would speed up the clock with not even a nanosecond’s hesitation. Every moment they are not at their destination is another moment that the bounty hunter has an opportunity to seize their sister again. With no possible way to make contact with Omega, nor any clue as to who her mysterious messenger will be, their only intel will be what they have gleaned on Syko.

A prolific bounty hunter, Syko is likely contracted to the Kaminoans as Bane and Fennec were. What Tech cannot figure out, no matter how many times he turns the facts over in his mind, is why Syko would bother sending them to find Kedess, make them wait an extended period of time, and then hand over the coordinates of a ruse ship to blow up to make it appear that Omega was killed. There are so many unnecessary steps involved between taking Omega initially and falsifying her death.

Ultimately, he reassures himself when he becomes overwhelmed by the aimless idiocy, the mystery will be solved once Omega is safely in their custody. He is sure that she was attentive enough to piece together the method to Syko’s madness.

Tech has not given himself time to properly process the fact that Omega is alive versus the fact that she was – in their minds – very dead. However, there is a task before them, tangible steps to take, and problems to solve. The universe which was on end has begun to be righted. They can get Omega back. She is not lost to them forever. Not as she was before.

The three days in hyperspace were long but not idle, and a plan is in place.

As Tech docks the Marauder, ignoring Echo’s muttered demand to slow down, Hunter says, “Everyone remembers the plan?”

A chorus of singular words of confirmation answer the question.

Hunter is standing before the ship has even stabilized. “Let’s track ourselves a bounty hunter.”

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Paa slouches against the far wall of the spaceport, his factory shift having ended an hour ago. He already did a walk around, and didn’t see any ship that matched Omega’s description of what she called the Marauder.

He does catch a glimpse of Syko, Omega’s kidnapper. It’s hard to miss him in his bright coat, the fool. If he thinks he’s gonna sneak up on anyone in that ridiculous thing, he’s got another thing coming. Not that Paa minds. Makes it easy to keep an eye on the freak. Kidnapping kids put Syko near the very top of Paa’s mental scumbag list.

Skyo is making his way around the port, showing a holo image to anyone who will look at it. Paa has a feeling he knows exactly what the image is of. His suspicion is confirmed when Syko approaches him. The creep has a stricken look on his face, eyes wide and innocent. It takes every ounce of Paa’s self control not to roll his own eyes and sneer.

An image of Omega glows from a puck in Syko’s hand. “Have you seen my daughter? I’ve been searching for her all over the city. I fear the worst.” The monster’s voice trembles, his eyes shining with the fake tears.

Paa bites the inside of his cheek. Syko missed his calling in holo dramas.

“I’ll keep an eye out,” Paa says, and he can’t stop himself from adding, “It must be hard, misplacing someone that important to you.”

Syko’s expression flickers, confusion and maybe a hint of irritation.

Eh. His acting could use some work.

Both of them are distracted by an incoming ship. A modified Omicron-class attack shuttle, just as Omega described it. It is coming in far faster than it should be, receiving loud curses in several languages from bystanders. Syko’s little anxious father act evaporates like a puddle of water in a twin sun desert, a curse of his own breathed angrily. “That kriffing little brat,” he seethes.

“What was that?” Paa asks.

Syko looks at him, surprised, like he forgot Paa was there. But his face hardens, and he stalks away without answering.

Paa returns to his stance against the wall. Syko knows that Omega called her brothers, and knows that her brothers are here. Given his cute little comment about the kriffing little brat, Paa doesn’t think for a second that the man plans on letting Omega leave without a fight. Somehow, he needs to warn the clones that the bounty hunter is here, is aware, is plotting. They’re soldiers, they can figure out the plan from there. Paa isn’t trained for any sort of confrontation, nor is he armed except for the small knife in his boot. But that blade only wards off cowardly muggers and petty thieves.

A few minutes slip by before Paa sees three armored men. They aren’t wearing helmets, and their faces don’t look like the faces of the clones Paa saw in news holos from the war. They are not even the same sizes. Weren’t clones supposed to be identical? And there’s only three of them, Omega said she had four brothers. Maybe one stayed with the ship.

From this distance, he can’t really see their facial features anyway, but one of them does have long hair, which Omega said one of her brothers had. So it probably is them, Paa’s just overthinking the whole clone thing.

Paa is still trying to decide how to approach the clone trio when he notices Syko has reemerged from wherever he crawled away to. Whatever Paa does, he has to do it fast.

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This isn’t how Syko had wanted things to go; however, he can work this turn of events in his favor. After all, the rogue troopers are here for only one reason, and they’ll lead Syko straight to his bounty. He just needs to follow them until they retrieve his destructive, insufferable package, and then take them out. Much easier said than done; however, he’s getting desperate. It is only a matter of time before the Kaminoans demand to see evidence that he still has the kid in his possession.

Syko returns to his ship and sheds his crimson coat, tossing it haphazardly, before snatching up his much more subdued brown coat. He stashes an extra blaster inside, along with a knife. He doesn’t have armor like these clones seem to wear like skin; however, he only needs to catch them by surprise. Again, much easier said than done.

Taking a breath, Syko reminds himself that he is one of the top hunters in the guild for a reason.

“C’mon,” he mutters to himself, “you’re not gonna let a few meat droids get the best of you.”

He pointedly ignores the irritating thought in the back of his mind that whispers, the little one did.

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Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech step off the Marauder in most of their armor, sans helmets. As opposed to most situations, they want Syko to recognize them. Obviously, the bounty hunter did his own research on Clone Force 99. He will know them when he sees them.

Just as they planned.

Echo watches from the transparisteel window of the cockpit as his brothers make their way across the spaceport. Most eyes are on them, following their movements, mostly annoyed stares given Tech’s less than graceful landing; however, one figure stands out, a tall man wearing dull, gray attire. He stands upright when he sees the Batch moving. His head swivels, searching the port for a moment, before looking back at the Batch.

Echo lifts his macrobinoculars, examining the man’s features. He’s not Syko, but he might be Omega’s contact. Echo only lets his gaze rest on the stranger a moment more before returning to his watch. They need to take care of the bounty hunter situation before they retrieve Omega. They are not risking her life again, not with someone as cunning and malicious as Syko nearby…and as long as Syko is breathing, he’s too close, no matter where he is in the galaxy.

It isn’t until the Batch disappears from sight that Echo finds exactly who he’s looking for. If they hadn’t studied every blurry security holo they could get their hands on the past three rotations, Echo might have missed him. He’s pretty good.

But the Batch is far better.

Echo says into his comm, “You’ve got a shadow.”

“Roger that,” Hunter replies. “You know what to do.”

“Already on it.” Echo moves to check on their other interested observer. The man is watching Syko move after the Batch. Either the bounty hunter has made a name for himself in the port, or this man knows who Syko is too.

Either way, Echo’s gonna find out.

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Paa has to remind himself several times that he’s doing this for Tiiona, for Gawynn. An awful combination of nerves and adrenaline make him feel like every part of him is shaking, but when he glances at his hands, they seem mostly steady. The blood roars in his ears, blocking out most of the sounds around him in the semi-crowded evening streets. He doesn’t know where the clones are even going, Omega told them that someone would meet them at the spaceport, not wherever the kark they were stalking off to.

The clones are far ahead of him, he can only see them because the largest clone stands a shoulder and a head taller than anyone else around. Syko, between them, weaves in and out of view.

A hand closes hard over Paa’s shoulder. “Don’t make a sound,” a voice hisses in his ear.

Paa wasn’t planning on it, but he nods anyway, his hand in his coat pocket where the hilt of his short bladed knife is nestled in his palm.

“Who sent you?” the voice asks. “Why were you following those men?”

The fourth clone. Paa releases the breath he’d been holding. “You’re one of the clone brothers,” he mutters to the hand still gripping his shoulder.

The voice huffs. “So you are Omega’s contact.”

“Yeah,” Paa says, shrugging off the clone’s hand. He turns around to face the man, and finds himself staring into the face of a droid. “You’re not a clone.”

The droid reaches up and taps his head with a scomp attachment at the end of his right arm. “Disguise. Now, where’s Omega?”

“Safe,” Paa says, “but your friends aren’t. The bounty hunter is following them. Where are they even going? Omega told you I’d find you at the spaceport.”

“Let’s just say Syko is getting what’s coming,” the droid…clone…or whatever he is…says.

“The others know that he’s following them?” Paa asks.

“All part of the plan. Syko will be taken care of.”

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They know where they’re going, Tech having studied a recent map of the city and finding an area that is under sporadic construction and practically abandoned when funds for the project dried up. Tech speculates it is a location with a high crime rate, so the sound of a blaster bolt, if heard at all, will not be out of the ordinary. Nor will it be surprising if a body turns up.

With Tech taking point on navigating them through the maze of streets, Hunter’s thoughts are able to wander from the task at hand. How many days did Omega roam these very streets, afraid and alone, before she found someone willing to help her make contact. Omega is resourceful, but she’s also a child, vulnerable and naive. They’ve been training her in their downtime and on jobs; however, she had her brothers to fall back on if the situation got tight. Right now, she didn’t even have a weapon to protect herself.

He sees the feebly lit streets, dark shadows hoarded in the alleys, hiding places for any number of criminals who would eagerly take advantage of an unattended little girl. Everything is dirty, a thick layer of grime and pollution clinging to the buildings and streets. Foul smells waft from vents in the road. The vehicles are loud and sputtering, emitting nauseous fumes of their own. Hunter’s enhanced senses recoil against the exposure without his helmet to filter out the reek. Omega escaped to this…survived in this…

Hunter swallows. His heart feels sick. He let this happen.

I’m alive, I’m safe…my friends said they would help me…I trust them…

Maker, he hopes that’s true.

Resisting the urge to check in with Echo, Hunter realizes the streets have begun to clear out, fewer pedestrians crossing their path. It’s almost time to confront the demon that took their sister from them.

“The dead end is the next left,” Tech says, voice quiet enough not to carry beyond the three of them. “There should be an access ladder on the right side of the alley.”

“Stick to the plan, lads,” Hunter says, fingers already twitching to reach for his blade.

They turn left into the alley.

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When their prey makes it to the alley, he pauses at the corner, hesitating, before leaning around to look. To his evident surprise, it is empty, despite being closed in. There is only one entrance, one exit.

Unless you look up.

Syko suspects something and reaches into his coat, presumably for a blaster, as he steps around and into the closed space. He thinks to glance up a moment too late.

Hunter drops first, disarming and shoving Syko up against the wall in one fluid motion. Before Syko can react, the sharp edge of a vibroblade presses against his neck. If he struggles, he will be slit. It is a simple deduction, and the man makes it in an instant, eyes going wide.

Tech and Wrecker step up behind their brother, blasters drawn.

“Where is she?” Hunter asks, a guttural sound that sounds more animalistic than human, raged fueled.

Syko manages a small shake of his head, a twitch of movement. He knows there is no point of lying. Tech can see it in his eyes. “She escaped. I don’t know where she is. But you know that, she contacted you. She’s alive.”

“But you took her from us, you made us think she was dead,” Hunter says, pressing the blade a little harder into soft, exposed skin.

The man wheezes out a pathetic whine. “I–I didn’t take her,” he whispers, “That wasn’t me.”

“Is that what Omega will tell us?” Tech asks, his blaster still carefully trained on Syko’s temple.

“It’s true, it’s true, please,” Skyo wails. “Please don’t kill me.”

“But you did make us think she was dead,” Wrecker growls. “You made us believe our sister blew up on that ship.”

Syko’s eyes slide to the left and he swallows.

“Answer. Him,” Hunter orders, tone too even to be safe.

Skyo begins to sob. “Yes, yes, I did. But it was only because I feared for my life.”

“You were correct to be afraid,” Tech says, and he pulls the trigger.

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aidensteddybear · 2 months ago

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I have a Regressor Tom and Caregiver Gabby fic that I think you'd like (I got some inspiration from your headcannons).

Gabby is walking Tom in her garden before taking a quick break to water the flowers. During this Tom sees a plant that catches his attention and curiously goes over to see it before asking Gabby if it's safe. Though when Tom reaches out to touch the plant he receives a bad sting on his hand cause the plant was actually a nettle. When Gabby starts hearing sobs she goes over to him and asks what's wrong and when Tom tells her what happened Gabby reassures him he's going to be okay and takes him back inside to treat his sting with the baking soda and water technique. After his hand starts feeling better Tom apologies to Gabby for not asking her if it was safe and she assures him it's okay before pulling him into a comforting hug.

Regressor! Tom w/ Caregiver! Gabby

Gabby smiled as she walked around her garden, with a very giggly and happy Tom. Gabby’s garden was huge, so Tom absolutely loved walking around in it and exploring it.

While walking, Gabby noticed a few plants that she must’ve forgotten to water earlier. Tom looked over at her with a confused expression when she stopped walking.

“I need to water these plants, it won’t take long at all. Can you wait here for me, buddy?” Tom happily nodded, so Gabby went to go get some water for the plants.

Tom stood in place and looked around the garden, when he spotted something that caught his attention. Tom was always very curious when he’s small, so whenever his interest was peaked, he had to go and examine it.

He’d normally ask Gabby beforehand, but she wasn’t there at the moment. So, Tom quickly ran over to the plant he was interested in, completely forgetting that he was supposed to stay where he was.

A small gasp left Tom as he looked at the plant. He thought it looked really cool, and he knew he wasn’t allowed to touch the plants, but this one he just had to touch.

Tom excitedly reached out for the plant and touched it. Though, much to his surprise, when he touched it he felt a painful sting right after.

The sting caused Tom to yelp out of pain and surprise, before he started to cry.

When Gabby came back out with the water, she set it down on the ground immediately when she could hear crying. She quickly rushed over to where the sound was coming from.

“Tom! Buddy, what happened?” Gabby ran over to Tom, who instantly hugged her while continuing to sob.

“Th-the plant gave me a..a..a ow-owie..” Tom stuttered in between sobs. Gabby frowned as she started to rub his back.

“The plant gave you an owie? Did you touch the nettle?” Tom nodded. “Mhm..the plant not nice. ‘S mean..” He whimpered and buried his head in Gabby’s shoulder.

“Oh sweetie, it’s okay. Can I see where it stung you?” Tom sniffled, before slowly pulling away from the hug. He showed Gabby his hand and where he was stung.

“Okay, buddy. I’m going to bring you inside so we can get your finger cleaned up, sound good?” Gabby spoke softly. Tom hummed a small “mhm” so Gabby grabbed his other hand and led him back in the house.

“Sit right here for me, buddy. I’ll be back in a moment.” Gabby told Tom, as she pulled out a chair from the kitchen table. Tom listened and sat down, while Gabby went to get what she needed.

She grabbed a cup and put a few drops of water in it, as well as some baking soda. She then spread it over a wash cloth, then brought it over to Tom so she could clean his sting.

When Gabby got back to Tom, he was still visibly upset. His eyes were still very teary and he had resorted to sucking his thumb for comfort.

“Everything’s going to be fine, Tom. You’ll feel better soon.” Gabby spoke in a soft voice as she began to clean his sting.

“‘M sowwy..” Tom muttered quietly. “Why are you sorry, sweetie?” Gabby questioned while finishing cleaning up his injury.

“Cause I bad..didn’ stay where I ‘pose to an’ didn’ ask if I can touch the plant. ‘M super sowwy, Gabs..” Tom apologized in a very sad and guilty tone.

“You’re not bad, Tom. You were just curious about the plant. I’m not mad at you or anything like that, but next time I want you to wait and ask me to do something like that, okay?” Tom sniffled and nodded.

Gabby smiled, before hugging him tightly. Of course, Tom hugged her right back.

Tom still felt a bit guilty for not listening to Gabby, but he was glad that she forgave him for it and wasn’t mad at him.

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mcbenson25 · 2 years ago

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The Lawyer's Daughter Chapter 8

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

A/N: I know it been a while but I hope this makes up for it.

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Rafael felt frozen in place as he locked eyes with the man at the other side of the station.

He knew he should call the squad but he couldn't move.

The man gave him a sick smile as he nodded towards the departed train.

No.

Finally Rafael was able to reach for his phone on the bench but it was too late.

The next train had arrived.

They had already disappeared.

Rafael's heart raced as he realized he had let the man slip away. He could feel the weight of uneasiness bearing down on him as he stood there, staring at the empty platform. He had hesitated, just for a moment, and now the sick bastard was gone.

He cursed himself under his breath, angry at himself for just standing there. This wasn't just any criminal - this was someone dangerous, someone who posed a real threat to the city. He had a responsibility to catch him, to protect the people he had sworn to serve and defend.

But now, he had lost that chance.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, his phone buzzed in his hand. It was Olivia, his boss and closest friend on the squad.

"Rafael, where are you? You were due in court half an hour ago."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before he spoke.

"I...I let him get away. The drug lord we've been tracking down. He was here, at the station, and I froze. He got on the train and...I couldn't stop him."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Rafael could almost sense Olivia's disappointment and frustration.

"Okay. We'll regroup and figure out our next move. Don't beat yourself up, Rafael. We'll catch him eventually."

Don't beat yourself up, Rafael.

Easier said than done. He let out a deep sigh, feeling defeated and helpless. But he knew he couldn't give up. He had to keep pushing, keep searching, even if it meant facing his own shortcomings and mistakes.

With a heavy heart, he headed back to the station, determined to make up for his failure and catch this man before it was too late and something bad happened.

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"Did you get a good look at him? Are you sure it was him?"

Rafael had returned to the station and was now recounting the team with details of what he had witnessed.

Rafael nodded his head. "Yes. He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He had this-this smile, I knew it was him. I think he knew I recognized him."

Benson nodded grimly. "We'll look into it. In the meantime, let's gather any surveillance footage from the station and see if we can track down any leads."

As the squad dispersed to work on the investigation, Rafael couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. He knew what this man was capable of. Shootings. Bloodshed. Death. This man was not to be underestimate even if they hadn't heard anything for months.

Suddenly, his phone rang, snapping him from his thoughts.

It was an unknown number.

"Hello?" Rafael answered tentatively.

"Hey, Counselor," a chilling voice replied on the other end. "I hear you've been looking for me."

Rafael's blood ran cold as he recognized the voice of the man he had seen at the station.

"Where are you?" he demanded.

The man chuckled. "You'll find out soon enough. And let me give you a piece of advice. You might want to start preparing for some action. I feel like having fun today."

There was a loud bang before the line went dead, and Rafael instantly recognized it as a gunshot.

Where was he?

Benson walked over to him, concern etched on her face. "What's wrong?"

Rafael took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "He just called me. The man I saw at the station. He knows we're looking for him and he just shot a gun somewhere."

Benson's expression hardened. "Alright. We need to move fast."

"Liv," Amanda hollered from her desk, "We're getting reports of gunfire at the Manhattan Grand Hotel."

Olivia exchanged a look with Rafael before looking back at Amanda. "Go. I'll call Narcotics and the Feds. Take as many as you can. We need all hands on deck."

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Rafael's insisted on accompanying them. He felt a heavy sense of responsibility weighing on him for what had transpired at the train station. As the team prepared to leave, Olivia turned to him and firmly stated, "You shouldn't go." Her words carried a mix of concern and warning, knowing the danger that they were potentially walking into. Despite any initial hesitation, Olivia sighed and shook her head as she recognized Rafael's unwavering determination to make things right. She knew that once he had his mind set on something, it was nearly impossible to change his mind.

"Fine, but you're riding with me," said Olivia, with a sigh.

Rafael nodded. He may have gotten his way but he knew Olivia would make sure he stayed safe.

As they drove down the busy streets of New York City, the sirens of their squad car blaring in the background, Olivia started going over what he should and shouldn't do. She advised him to stay back and let the squad handle the investigation, warning him of the potential danger that lay ahead. But Rafael wasn't paying any attention, lost in his own thoughts.

He thought of the girl at the station.

She didn't even know what had happened after her train had left.

Just like the rest of the city.

And now they were all in danger.

Rafael couldn't help but shudder as he thought about the man responsible for all the chaos.

Carlos "El Diablo" Rodriguez.

He had seen some of the most dangerous criminals in his line of work, but this man was on a whole other level. His reputation preceded him; Rafael had heard whispers and rumors about his ruthlessness and the lengths he would go to protect his empire.

But it wasn't just the fear that made Rafael's blood run cold. It was the knowledge that this man was directly responsible for so much pain and suffering. Families torn apart, lives ruined, all in the name of profit. Rafael had always believed in justice, in upholding the law and protecting the innocent. Rodriguez represented everything he fought against.

And yet, as they drove deeper into the heart of the city, Rafael couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the chance to take down one of the most powerful men in the criminal underworld. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to see it through.

As they pulled up to the hotel, Rafael's eyes scanned the area, taking in every detail. He was determined to catch this son of a bitch.

There was a large crowd that was gathered around the entrance. As they made there way though the were bombarded with questions?

"Was someone targeted?"

"Who shot?"

"Why were they here?"

Carisi made way for Rafael and Olivia to pass. "We are investigating and as soon as we know something we'll let you all know," he said into the clamorous crowd before following them in. "So it looks like we have a kidnapping case."

"Do we know who was taken?" Olivia asked.

Carisi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah they took a couple that was staying here with their daughter."

There was a soft whimper that caught Rafael's attention.

There was in officer covering, what he assumed, was the daughter.

"Where are my parents!" she cried.

Rafael froze.

He knew that voice.

He had heard it earlier today.

The officer stepped aside and Rafael's fear was confirmed.

It was the girl.

The one from the train station.

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Hey everyone it's been a hot minute since I've written and I apologize but unfortunately life hasn't been the greatest. I hope you all enjoyed this and please drop those request. I'm hoping to get back to my groove!

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kindheart525 · 9 months ago

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Snowcone really did not want to do this. She was aware she needed help but something about this seemed...fishy. After all, how qualified could Aura be? She’d do it for her mom though; Gaia knows that mare would die if she didn’t.

So Snowcone laid there and stared up at Aura, looking right through her.

Aura stared back at her with a bright smile, a notebook and pen poised in her talons, ready to write down every little thing Snowcone would say in permanent ink.

“We already know each other through Eclipse so feel free to think of this as talking to a friend or family member if that makes it easier! This is a place to relax and let it all out, and it’s all confidential so I won’t tell anyone. What’s on your mind today?”

Almost immediately Snowcone settled her head on her hooves and chipped out with the matter-of-factness of a morning coffee conversation,

"Oh you know, not much…they tried a lobotomy before a therapist."

She snickered as if this was the funniest joke in the world, barely able to get it out.

Aura’s face scrunched up like she’d bitten into something sour as she scribbled on her notepad.

“Okay. You like dark humor. Got it. Moving on...”

She plastered her usual cheery, nurturing expression back on her face.

“Your parents told me you’ve been more emotionally reactive lately. Quick to anger, crying more easily, and so on. But I want to know how this feels for you, not your parents. Would you mind running me through it?”

She placed a tissue box between them.

“Don’t worry, you can let yourself feel as much as you want.”

The ignoring of her joke genuinely irritated Snow. She kept her pose but put her hooves down, a clear discomfort in every word she spoke.

"I feel like shit. It’s like someone else riding a rollercoaster for me and fucking everything up. I-"

She stopped as she kicked away the tissue box, a smile of her own growing on her face as she was reminded of the lemon’s sensitivity.

"-I can’t forget the intrusive thoughts, but I’ve been dealing with it. No meds, no therapy, no psych ward, just raw dogging this mental illness the way Gaia intended."

Aura cocked an eyebrow in barely-concealed irritation at this.

“I really think this is not what Gaia intended. We’re not meant to live life feeling like we’re on a messed up rollercoaster. Intrusive thoughts aren’t something you should deal with without getting help. You could end up really hurting yourself.”

She shuddered and shook her head.

“How exactly do you ‘deal with it’?”

Snowcone rolled her eyes all the way into the back of her head, keeping them there for a second to get on Aura’s nerves. Who did she think she was? Snow wasn’t about to sit here and express herself the way AURA wanted. If that was what therapy was then she wanted no part in it!

"Thank you captain obvious. I sit in my room and sleep, I hang out with ponies at the mall. I...uh...eat, cry, repeat."

“Alright then.”

Aura tapped her pen to her beak in deep thought for a moment.

“Have you tried meditating? It’s what I do with Eclipse and it’s done wonders for them. Studies show it has lots of benefits. It just might help you. What do you say to that?”

Snowcone smirked and thought for a moment. In reality she had tried it and it just didn’t work for her. Honestly and truthfully.

She wasn’t going to let Aura know that though; the hippogriff mare wasn’t really doing that good of a job.

“I don’t know, it kind of interferes with my usual way. Overstimulating myself so that my brain doesn’t develop any depressing thoughts! I watch Neightflix in the shower, maybe one of these days it’ll fall in and electrocute me! Win win!”

The hippogriff set her notebook aside, closing her eyes and sucking in a sharp, exasperated breath.

“Okay, it was mildly funny the first time but this dark humor needs to stop. Desensitizing yourself with jokes does nothing but normalize thoughts that should never be tolerated. It keeps you from being vulnerable and honest with yourself, it hinders any progress you want to make. Crack a joke in the wrong place and you’ll be institutionalized. Do you want that?”

Snowcone sat up and turned away slightly, wanting to set some distance between the two of them. Her wall dropped and she began to tear up the longer the little rant went on, but her expression didn’t seem sad at all.

It seemed enraged.

Her hooves were held over her chest as if Aura had broken an heirloom. Who would say something like that to someone like this?

"I am being vulnerable! What part of this seemed faked or dishonest? If you’ve come here to threaten me then I don’t want anything to do with you! Do me a favor and kick rocks!"

And just like that Snowcone went storming out.

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ransprang · 1 year ago

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Hello! I would like to throw my hat (*wink nudge*) into this Kinktober event a 2nd time with Zaveid +werewolf au? Please and thank you in advance <3

Kinktober 2023

zaveid - werewolf au

Zaveid, known for his many talents, had never expected to suddenly become a werewolf. While traveling through a remote forest, he encountered a pack of wolves and fought them off, but not before one of them bit him.

A few days later, Zaveid found himself in a bewildering situation. His veins contracted, causing a jolt of pain that made him shiver. His vision distorted, losing colors, and he transformed into a wolf on the night of the full moon. His party members around him were visibly disturbed, wondering how he had ended up like this. Sorey, mildly amused, spoke, "What are you going to do now?" Zaveid looked up with his beady eyes, turned around, and sprinted at full speed toward the distant forest.

As he ran, he contemplated hiding himself and feeding on smaller animals until he returned to human form in the morning. Upon reaching the forest, he began searching for small animals, regretting not having dinner early. However, he couldn't blame himself too much; this transformation had been a surprise event. He padded softly on the fallen leaves when he heard shuffling noises coming from the side. The footsteps were heavier, and his werewolf instincts alerted him to the presence of a human approaching.

Zaveid quickly hid behind a tree with thick bark and waited stealthily. A girl dressed in khaki pants and a white top emerged, appearing lost and confused. In an instant, Zaveid pounced out, baring his teeth to scare her away. He couldn't risk a confrontation in his current state. The girl was bewildered and wore a worried expression as she seemed to be lost.

The werewolf before her growled but refrained from attacking. She took a step back, grabbed a nearby stick, and threatened the animal with it. Zaveid soon realized that she posed no threat and lifted a single paw, making a peculiar gesture. The girl, surprised by this unusual behavior from a wolf, cautiously approached and locked eyes with Zaveid. To her astonishment, Zaveid patted her head, leaving her stunned. She had expected to do that to the wolf, not the other way around. Something felt off, and she got up to continue her journey, noticing tiny pawprints following her. She muttered under her breath, already scared and alone, and now a wolf was trailing her.

"Fine! You can follow me, weird wolf," you turned around and exclaimed. Zaveid howled in agreement, amused by the response you both walked around for a while. After a few hours, you sat by a tree as the strange wolf came and sat right by you. You began asking a few questions, "Sooo, what's your deal?" The wolf howled back. You laughed, "I asked as if you were going to understand," but just then Zaveid got up and tattered away. You looked confused and a bit hurt, honestly, but it was just a wolf, you thought, good riddance.

A few moments later, Zaveid returned, paw wet with black or tar slime. As he began using his paw to write "M...y...Na...me...is..Za...v..eid" in characters barely comprehensible, you screamed, "Oh my god, a literate wolf..." as you came to a realization. It might be a werewolf. You came up with an idea. "If it's a yes, you howl; if it's a no, please wave your paw," the wolf before you howled.

"Okay, let's see, are you human?" Zaveid howled loudly. You shuddered, "Is your name...Zaveid?" You heard a loud howl again. "Alright, can we be friends?" Zaveid howled. You spent the next few hours asking questions and getting to know Zaveid. You were glad you had found company, and that he was willing to stick by and help.

As you two sat together, the morning arrived, and as the first light hit you two, Zaveid transformed back into a human. You woke up and immediately saw the handsome, sturdy man next to you. Shocked at the sight, you stared at him, stunned. He looked back at you. Zaveid spoke sheepishly, "Hey... I guess?" rubbing the back of his head. Your mouth was still open as Zaveid took his shot by kissing you.

Your body melted under his touch, a bit shocked but you reciprocated. You held him tight, one hand in his hair gripping him tightly. He fell on top of you giving you deep kisses as you both got into the mood. Your legs opened wrapping around him as he took off his pants to expose his hard penis to you. You were desperate, lost for days and the touch of this handsome man awoke something within. He pulled at your pants button ripping it as he violently pulled them down bared you.

Zaveid put his tip and began pumping, fast and hard. It was as if the animal within was still alive, he growled as he looked into your eyes. You moved your hips with him matching his rhythm, doubling the speed as he pounded your pussy. You gritted your teeth to keep up with him. You could feel his whole shaft go in an out, his thick dick stretched you out as you lay bare on the forest ground. You dug your nails into his back to hold yourself in place. Zaveid groaned and breathed heavy as his hair fell forward onto his face. One deep pump and he exhaled as his stomach contracted releasing his cum inside of you.

He rolled off laying on his back next to you as he breathed heavily with you. You looked at him and he returned you a gaze. He hopped up as you said "well that's one way to greet me with your human form," He laughed wearing his underwear "Morning sex is the best way to make someone's day," lending you a hand to stand up. As you wore your pants you realised your button was broken. Zaveid looked at his doing and made a sorry face "Well we are not too far away from civilization, I'll get you new ones?'", you laughed as you hid the broken bit with your shirt untucked. Zaveid held your hand as he led you outward.

Your button,

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pangolinheart · 1 year ago

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FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 10 - FAIR PT. 2 (EXTRA CREDIT)

A continuation of yesterday's prompt! I had thought up a few more scenes of what Rhiki and Urianger might do at a fair together, but I didn't have enough time to fit them in, so I made them my extra-credit entry for today!

Rating: General Genre: Fluff, humor Characters: Urianger Augurelt, Z'rhiki Irhi (Warrior of Light) Word Count: 2,523 Content Warnings: None

“Y-you really don’t have to give it to me. You could pick out something else that you like!” Rhiki insisted, but Urianger shook his head, and once again proffered the almost-comically-large Major General plush in her direction.

“Nay, ‘twas always mine intent to bequeath the spoils of victory unto you.” He insisted with a chuckle. “’Twas my greatest of pleasures to assist. I would be most gratified if you would accept mine offering.”

Something about the formality with which he spoke about such a trivial matter made her snort with laughter. “Okay, okay, I’ll take it.” She relented, and accepted the awkwardly-sized stuffed toy. She beamed at it, then looked up at her companion. “Thanks, Urianger.”

“Think nothing of it,” he said with a flourished wave of his hand.

“I still can’t believe you actually did it,” she marveled. “That was… actually really impressive.”

He straightened his posture in exaggerated (well, for Urianger at least, she thought) pride. “’Twas but a trifle for one possessed of mine acumen.” She giggled. “In truth, ‘tis more of a feat of mathematics than physical prowess, and so did I find myself well-suited to the task.”

“And you’re taller, so you can get a better view. And throw from higher up.” Rhiki pointed out.

“This… may have also been a factor in mine estimations.” He admitted, making Rhiki huff.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t rub it in.” She griped playfully. “Anyway, what do you want to do next?”

Urianger considered this question, scanning the stalls and games lining the streets. “Hmmm,” He looked back down at her. “I am forced to concede that I am at a loss. Might thou proffer a suggestion?”

“Hmmm…” Rhiki hummed in a perfect echo of his sentiment. She squinted to read signs further down the street, wracking her mind for something that they would both enjoy. Her eyes landed on a purple tent towards the end of the road, decorated with silvery stars. “Oh! I have an idea. You’ll love this – fortune telling!”

“A fine suggestion!” Urianger agreed. “’Twill be most interesting to learn what might await us both in the future!”

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Z’rhiki exited the tent with sagging shoulders, Fripon trotting along behind her.

Taking in her grim expression, Urianger questioned, “Were the seer’s predictions not pleasing?”

“Ugh!” Rhiki sighed. After a moment, though, she smiled, shrugging off the roegadyn’s ominous portent. “Don’t worry, though, it’s not that serious. It’s just in good fun.”

“May I ask what question thou posed?” He ventured.

“You really want to know?”

“I am most interested,”

With Urianger’s earnest golden eyes on her, she suddenly felt very self-conscious. She hoped she wasn’t blushing. “I asked her about my love life,” She admitted, not sure why she was so embarrassed to admit such a thing to him. Maybe because it seemed so frivolous.

“Indeed? And the results of the divination were not to thy liking?” She had thought he might find this amusing – that the Warrior of Light was preoccupied with such unimportant matters – but his expression was one of genuine curiosity.

She shook her head, the small braids on one side of her hair swinging back and forth. “Nope. Apparently the future looks grim. Disastrous even.” Saying it out loud, she was struck by how comical it sounded, and suddenly burst out into a short fit of laughter.

Though her giggling eased the serious expression on his face back into a small smile, he still placed a hand on her shoulder. “Take heart, my friend! It presseth against the boundaries of belief that one with true knowledge of the stars’ designs would be found offering their wisdom to the public for a mere 50 gil. And, as we both well know, even the will of the star itself can be changed.”

Still snickering, she swatted his hand off of her shoulder. “I know that, silly! I appreciate the thought, though. Now, your turn!”

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Z’rhiki was crouched down, entertaining Fripon with a long, tufted weed she had plucked from the ground, when Urianger stepped back out into the light of the fair. She straightened up to her full, inconsiderable height.

“Well, how’d it go?” She demanded when he was close enough that she didn’t have to shout.

“The soothsayer hath revealed to me that, in my previous incarnation on this star, I did live as a thistle mole. A most intriguing supposition.”

Rhiki almost choked on her own laughter. “A thistle mole?” She cackled. “Why were you a thistle mole?!”

Urianger remained unfazed, his tone still good-humored. “Must there be a reason for any single creature’s existence?”

It was one of those esoteric questions that tended to pop up in conversations with him, and her laughter subsided as she contemplated it… whatever it meant. She decided a fair was hardly the place for such deeply involved rumination, however, and quickly changed the subject.

“Let’s- Let’s save that question for another time, shall we?” She suggested. “Anyway, why did she tell you about your past life? She didn’t tell me about my past life!”

“Mayhaps mine ‘aura’ did suggest that such knowledge would be of the greatest benefit to me?” He posited, lightly.

“Well I don’t see how. Did you tunnel in the dirt as a thistle mole? Eat bugs? Get chased by angry botanists?”

“Such details were not afforded to me by the reading. Presumably, I would have done all of these things and more.”

“What more does a thistle mole usually do?”

He must not have had an answer to this question, she thought, because his reply was unnecessarily cryptic. “What more need a thistle mole do?”

“Uhh…” Not only did she not have an answer, she had no idea what type of answer the question called for. So instead, she posed a different one as she led them away from the fortune telling tent. “Okay, what do you think I was in a past life?”

Urianger gave this some thought. He searched, it seemed, for an answer that would not offend – much like a real carnival fortune-teller. “Mayhap thou were a goblin. This would explain thine affinity for them, and the ease with which thou art able to communicate with them.”

“That’s because I spent a lot of time around Idyllshire, not because I used to be a goblin,” She pointed out. “Plus, who doesn’t like gobbies? They’re cute!”

“Then mayhap… a dragon?”

She shook her head. “Now you’re just trying to flatter me! There’s no way I was a dragon! That’s the best you’ve got? I thought you were an astrologian! Ask the stars or something!”

“Nay, thou art correct.” He conceded, “I did not consider thy question with adequate diligence. Prithee wait a moment. I shall consult the stars.”

She stopped walking a step after he did. “Wait, you’re not actually going to try right now are you?”

Urianger held up a hand to silence her, his face already turned skywards. They stood there for more than a minute as he gazed at the stars. Rhiki was starting to worry people would notice the strange behavior when she saw Urianger nod in understanding. “I see…” He muttered.

“What? What is it?”

He looked down at her with a serious expression. “The stars hath lent me their wisdom. In thine past life, I believe thou to have been a common garden worm.”

“WHAT?!”

This time it was Urianger who laughed, a sound that might have been strange and unfamiliar to her had she not been so flustered. “I almost believed you for a second!” She exclaimed, giving him a light slap on the arm. “I can’t believe you said I was a worm!”

Urianger did his best to contain his laughter, though failed to actually do so. “Mine apologies,” He offered yet again. “Shall we proceed to another attraction?”

“Ugh, whatever! I bet I was the coolest worm ever! All the other worms probably loved me!” She grumbled as they resumed their walk.

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“Thy training as a dragoon still serveth thee well,” Urianger observed as they pushed through the curtains at the exit of the small “Haunted House” – though rather than a house guests were taken through a temporary wooden construction designed for easy assembly and disassembly.

“Huh?” Rhiki asked, not quite following. She leaned down and scooped up Fripon as they descended the handful of steps to the street. She squinted at Urianger. “Was that… a joke? Are you making fun of me?”

“Nay nay,” He insisted jovially. “I merely surmised that the instinct to leap with such height and distance in response to fright must have been instilled in thee during thy many hours of practice with the lance.”

“You are making fun of me! I wasn’t scared! I was just… startled! I’ve fought way scarier monsters than a lalafel in black robes who grabs at your ankles! And at least I was paying attention! You were so interested in the displays that you completely missed one of the jump scares.” Though the interior had been kept intentionally dark, she could clearly remember seeing the confusion on one actor’s ghoulishly painted face as he leapt from a hidden door, fake knife in hand, only to find that his victim had failed to even notice his entrance. Rhiki had found the scene hysterically funny,

Urianger nodded, unbothered by the accusation. “It is indeed impressive that the organizers are able to use such limited resources to such great effect. To use scarlet sap mixed with currant juice to create the impression of fresh blood displays a commendable dedication to their craft.”

“I still can’t believe you almost tasted that,” Rhiki said. “I guess I never really thought about it before? You see stuff like that at haunted houses all the time. Cotton bolls used for cobwebs and all that. Oh! But did you see the big diremite? That was pretty cool!”

“Indeed. ‘Twas most frightening.” Urianger agreed, though she hadn’t seen him so much as flinch during the entire experience. “The application of simple thaumaturgy to create the effects of mist and thunder was quite ingenious.”

Rhiki glanced over to another section just off of the main street, where she saw light whirling around. “If you like that, you’ll love this! Some of the local conjurers use wind-aspected magic and old barrels to made spinning rides! Let’s do that next!”

Having released Fripon, she skirted back towards the entrance of the attraction to pick up the prize Urianger had gifted her, which the attendant graciously had offered to hold for her while they were inside. Upon returning to where he stood, she grabbed him by the wrist with her free hand and tugged him along with her. “C’mon, let’s go!”

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“Well, what did you think?” She tried not to sound smug as she watched Urianger stumble off the attraction after her. “Was that fun, or what?”

The contortions of his face as the seats hurdled and spun had already told her what he would say. Urianger groped at the nearest solid surface to steady himself, eyes knit together in a pained expression. “Surely… thou jests.”

“Maybe a little,” She admitted, snickering. She reached up to pat his shoulder, a feat which she had to stand on the tips of her toes to accomplish.

Urianger groaned. “It defies my comprehension… that so many should willingly subject themselves to such a harrowing experience… as a form of entertainment.”

“I dunno. It makes sense to me.” Rhiki shrugged. “But I probably should have warned you it might make you a little woozy. That’s why I thought we should do it before we ate.”

“I-indeed. A wise choice.” Urianger managed. “Thy constitution is, as ever, alike to iron. Truly a fortunate quality to possess…”

She offered him an encouraging smile. “Are you alright?”

“Yes… I believe I shall recover shortly.”

She gave him a few moments to catch his breath and reassemble his insides. She was reminded of their first journey to Thavnair, when they had all ended up with aether sickness from the experimental aetheryte trip. It put her in mind of an idea.

“Oh, remember that lassi that Estinien bought us when we first landed in Yedlihmad? Maybe they’ll have something similar here. You wait here and keep an eye on Fripon for me, I’ll be right back! When you’re feeling better, we can get some festival food and head to the pier – I think my favorite part is starting soon!”

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“Oh, wow!” Rhiki’s voice, though soft, rose over the crackling above them, and she pointed. “Did you see that bright purple one? I wonder how they get them that shape…”

Urianger didn’t respond, but took another sip of the pink, melon-flavored drink he had purchased. Rhiki had informed him that it was a popular choice at summer festivals. At their feet, Rhiki’s unicolt lapped at a small bowl of shaved ice she had purchased for him.

Urianger glanced down at the miqo’te, watching her tear another chunk off a large piece of fried dough and pop it into her mouth. Her eyes never left the sky, where above them another volley of colorful fireworks exploded, some twinkling out of existence and others leaving glowing streaks in their wake as they spiraled. She was leaning over the pier’s iron railing, eyes wide and her lips, though parted in wonderment, forming a clear smile.

“Oh, pretty!” She murmured and he smiled as well. Once the last sparks of light from the cluster had vanished, she suddenly noticed his eyes on her.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

He shook his head. “’Tis nothing of import. ‘Tis simply nice to see thee so thoroughly enjoying thyself. The sight of such a genuine smile on thy lips has become a rarity these past some-odd years.”

Her ears lowered a fraction of an inch, and she fidgeted, her eyes darting to the side. “What? I smile all the time!” she insisted, though she seemed somewhat embarrassed that he had noticed such a thing.

He watched her face for a few seconds longer, but then shook his head. “Thou art correct. Mayhap it was but a trick of the light. Pay me no mind.”

“Okay,” she said, relaxing a bit. “You should be watching the fireworks anyway! They’re beautiful!”

“Just so.” He was about to follow her advice when he felt a tugging on his robe. He glanced down to find that Rhiki’s unicolt had reared back on his hind legs and planted his forehooves against his own calf. Fripon craned neck to look up at him.

“I think Fripon wants some of the melon from your drink.” Rhiki observed.

Chuckling, Urianger knelt down. He fished a piece of Allagan melon from the drink and offered it to Fripon, who eagerly accepted the treat, going so far as to lick the juice from his hand. “A reward for his exemplary performance as a friend and companion.” Urianger declared. The unicolt whinnied.

“Fripon says thank you,” Rhiki pretended to translate. “Now come on, you’re going to miss the grand finale!”

With a smile, he rose to his feat and the two watched as a spray of fireworks lit the sky.

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