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Hi Jade! Can I request Spencer and Nurse!reader? Maybe they meet when heâs wounded/sheâs patching him up?
(Yes Iâm a nursing student I promise we arenât all mean girls đ)
ty for requesting!! ik ur not all mean of course!!<3 âyou meet the cutest FBI agent ever and tend his wounds. fem, 1.5k
One of the small pleasures of your job is when the patients are cute. Not many people come through as handsome as this one. Youâre professional nonetheless.Â
âWhat am I seeing you for today?â you ask, holding your hands behind your back.Â
Your patient, charted as a Dr. Spencer Walter Reid, twenty nine years old, gives you a tentative smile. âSomeone hit me really hard.âÂ
You can see the bruise forming against his temple. âYes, Iâd say so. Did you know the assailant?âÂ
âNo, but itâs handled.â His smile turns to a grimace. âUh, I get these, like, debilitating migraines, and I feel like I have one coming on.â
âA head injury could trigger that,â you agree, holding your hands out in front of you, little torch in hand. âCan I have a look?â you ask softly.Â
When youâve been a nurse for some time, you start to categorise people into boxes. All kinds of boxes for different things, but Spencer Reid gets a tick for a few things straight away: shy, pretty, and sensitive to touch. He must not get touched much, or heâs had a bad experience with strangers. He did just get hit in the head, you allow, brushing a sweet, mousy curl away from his head and holding it out of the way as you shine a light into each of his eyes. He flinches hard, but his pupils react as expected.Â
Whoever hit him managed to break the skin, upon closer infection of the injury. The skin has turned purple at the edges of his cut. Itâll be a big bruise in just a few hours.Â
âSpencer, please tell me if I hurt you, honey,â you say, voice still soft. If heâs got a migraine coming, he wonât want your usual overloud distinction.Â
âItâs okay. It hurts, but not more or less when you poke it.âÂ
âYou have a laceration, yeah? Itâs about three centimetres long, but deep. I can close it with a butterfly stitch, if youâre okay with that.âÂ
âYeah, please. Um, about the migraineââ
âDo you want a tramadol, honey? I think you deserve one.âÂ
âI canât have narcotics.âÂ
You pull back and straighten the hair youâd displaced. âThatâs okay, it just means you canât have the strongest stuff. Most people try to avoid them anyhow. How about tylenol, would that be alright? Or do you avoid painkillers in general?âÂ
âTylenol is fine as long as it doesnât have the codeine with it.âÂ
You give him a gentle nod. âIâll make sure itâs the right one. You can even see the bottle, if you like. Would you want them before or after the stitch?â He probably knows, but you add, âItâs not a real stitch. But it might feel tender when Iâm poking around.âÂ
âAnything. Whatever you want to do first.âÂ
His eyes squeeze closed. You give him a frown he canât see, and rest your hand on his arm. âIs there someone here with you?â you ask him.
âMy friend is coming, I think. There was a lot going on.âÂ
âThatâs okay. Iâm not sending you home until Iâve fixed you, Dr. Reid.âÂ
He smiles, even with his eyes closed, but doesnât say anything more. You wash your hands and find your bandages. A butterfly bandage, a sterile wipe, and a square piece of gauze to cover it cleanly. His eyes are opening again when you return, ushering him gently down the bed so you can sit on his right side near the injury.Â
âWhat do you do for work?â you ask him.Â
âI work for the FBI.âÂ
âYou do?â You tear open the sterile wipe and again pull the curls from his forehead. âThis might sting. Please tell me if it hurts too much.âÂ
âItâs not the cut that hurts.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you say sympathetically. Migraines are a tricky business. If heâs already having one, you probably canât do much to get rid of it, but that doesnât mean pain relief wonât help. âIâll do this as quickly as I can.âÂ
Heâs quiet. You wipe around the laceration with careful, concise movements. The cut looks clean enough when youâre done, and itâs so small you wonât irrigate it.Â
âAre you an agent?â you ask.Â
âYeah. Special supervisory with the BAU. The, uh, behavioural analysis unit.âÂ
âOh, I know,â you say, putting the wrapping and the dirtied wipe into your cardboard bowl. âI think Iâve seen it on TV sometimes, you guys can track the serial killers and stuff?âÂ
âMostly that, yeah. Uh, sometimes we find trafficking rings or missing kids. Sometimes we manage hostage situations. It depends on the level of the crisis.âÂ
âSo youâre the big gun.âÂ
âI guess so. Iâm not actually good with a gun.âÂ
âNo one has to be good with a gun to change the world.â You pull the butterfly stitch from the packaging and pick at a finicky end. âI hate guns.âÂ
He sighs. âI do, too.âÂ
âThey make my job hard. Itâs not nice, seeing what they can do to people. Itâs awful, really. Spencer, Iâm so sorry, honey, Iâm just gonna put this on here, it might feel uncomfortable as I pull the sides together.âÂ
âItâs okay.âÂ
You pull the plastic of the butterfly stitch on both sides, cinching his cut together promptly. It looks better now you canât see the inside.Â
âIâm gonna cover this with the dressing now. You donât have to keep it on if you donât want to, itâs a pretty small cut, it was just deep. Iâd recommend you try to keep it dry for two days, really, you should keep it covered, but itâs up to you. And if anything happens, if it gets infected, you can always come see me again.âÂ
Youâre mildly flirting, then. Just because heâs nice and shy. It might be a little cruel of you to proposition a man when heâs roughed up, though.Â
Spencer, luckily, understands that youâre not trying to harass him. âThank you.âÂ
You stand, peeling the plastic from the bandaid and exposing the sticky backing. Slowly, you stroke his hair back from the wound and line the bandaid up. He shivers under your nails.Â
âSo sorry,â you say, laughing under your breath, âitâs my nails, huh?âÂ
âItâs okay.âÂ
âYouâre a great patient, Spencer. Iâd give you a sticker if I could, Iâm not kidding.âÂ
âYouâre a great nurse.âÂ
âThank you.â You smooth the edges of the bandaid down for good measure and step away from him to assess him. âHowâs that migraine?âÂ
âGetting worse.âÂ
âYou have them often, you said? Treated or untreated?âÂ
âPsychosomatic, apparently.âÂ
âOh, honey, Iâm sorry. Has your doctor talked to you about CBT?âÂ
âSome. I donât really⌠want it,â he says awkwardly.Â
âThatâs okay. If itâs psychosomatic as they believe, it might get better with time. Howâs the stress in your life?â
âStressful.âÂ
âIt must be hard, the FBI, everything. Life is hard enough. Stopping serial killers must weigh on your heart.â You smile carefully. âWas there anything else you wanted to bring to my attention? Any other injury, anything that needs urgent care?âÂ
âI was mostly worried I had a concussion.âÂ
âIt doesnât seem like it. Youâre not nauseous, are you?âÂ
âNo, I donât think so.âÂ
He gets this awful, sad look on his face, it really isnât nice to see. People come in by themselves all the time but it never gets easier to handle.Â
âAre you alright?â you ask, taking his arm into your hand.Â
âIâm fine.âÂ
He had the look of someone whoâs always fine. Luckily for him, itâs your job to take care of people, to make sure theyâre more than fine. âOkay. Iâm gonna get you something warm to drink. Do you like donuts?âÂ
âUhââ
âIâm getting a feeling about you. Chocolate frosting, I bet.âÂ
He smiles, startled and pleased at once. âYeah.âÂ
âOkay, Iâm gonna get those for you. A drink, a donut, and some much needed Tylenol. You can lay down if you like.âÂ
He nods but doesnât move.Â
As youâre leaving the room, you cross paths with a handsome man with dark skin and a bright smile. Must be something in the air today, you think.Â
âReid, you okay?â you hear him say.Â
âFine.âÂ
âYouâre pink.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre blushing. Oh, you had the pretty nurse, didnât you?âÂ
âShut up,â Spencer whispers sharply.Â
âYou can ask for her number.âÂ
âNo I canât, sheâs working.âÂ
âBut you want to,â his friend surmises.Â
You bite down a smile, giving your head a shake as you go. You need to get a move on. Spencer needs a hot drink, a donut, Tylenol, and a pen. It should be okay if youâre both feeling up to it, right?
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Aegon Targaryen - A King, Kneeling
Summary -Â Atop the Iron Throne, the King and Queen surrender to their desires, intertwining passion with the weight of power. As their reckless love ignites in public, the boundaries of duty and devotion blur, revealing the tantalizing thrill of both conquest and intimacy.
Pairing -Â Aegon Targaryen x reader
Warnings -Â Sexual content (smut!), strong language
Word count - 2731
Masterlist for Aegon ⢠House of the Dragon General Masterlist.
The king adored his queen.
It wasn't just whispered gossip or idle courtly chatterâit was a truth so palpable that even those who lived on intrigue couldn't ignore it. But they did try.Â
They preferred to pretend, to look away from the rare sight that defied their expectations. After all, kings weren't supposed to love their queens with the kind of devotion Aegon had for me.
But he did. Oh, how he did. Fiercely. Brazenly.
"Aegon," I warned, trying to sound firm, but my voice quivered under the weight of his attention. His arm stretched out, beckoning me closer with an unspoken command, the kind only a king could give.Â
I hesitated, my eyes narrowing in suspicion, but the slow curl of a smirk tugging at his lips was enough to break my resistance.
"What are you up to?" I asked, a mix of curiosity and caution in my voice, as I took a step toward him.
"Come here," he murmured again, his tone low and dripping with mischief.
I barely had time to blink before he seized me, pulling me onto his lap with an effortless motion.Â
His hands were on me instantly, seeking the familiar warmth of my skin as if they had every right to itâbecause in his mind, they did.
"Aegon!" I scolded, but the heat in my cheeks betrayed the effect his touch had on me. I glanced around the grand hall, the Iron Throne looming under us.Â
The Kingsguard were at their posts, their eyes dutifully trained on the stone walls, but I knew better. They weren't blind, though they pretended to be.Â
How could they not see their king lavishing such affection on his queen in the open like this?
His fingers trailed down my spine, his grin growing as he felt me shiver under his touch.
"What?" he asked, voice dripping with false innocence as though he had no idea what he was doing.
I turned to face him fully, a sharp retort on my lips, but his gazeâsmouldering and full of playful hungerâcaught me off, guard.Â
"Don't play coy with me, Aegon," I muttered, though the breathless hitch in my voice betrayed my intent.
"I missed my wife," he said, so simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, as though his absence was unbearable even when we were in the same room.
I rolled my eyes, though a reluctant smile tugged at my lips. "You can miss her in our chambers, Aegon. Privately. You're sitting on the Iron Throne, for the gods' sake."
He tilted his head, feigning thoughtfulness, before leaning closer to whisper in my ear, "I want to miss her right here."Â
His breath sent a ripple of heat through me, and before I could protest, he shifted, positioning me so that I was now sitting atop the throne, while he knelt before me���a king, kneeling.
My heart pounded in my chest. "Aegon, stop!" I hissed, but my words fell soft as his hands crept higher, tangling in the folds of my skirts.Â
The sensation of the metal throne behind me, cold and rigid, contrasted with the warmth of his touch, driving me mad.
"Why would I stop?" he teased, his voice full of wicked amusement, eyes dark with intent.Â
He tugged my skirts higher, his fingers inching dangerously close to places they shouldn't be, not here. Not now.
I shot a panicked glance toward the room, my heart racing. The guards stood within view, pretending to be statues, but I could feel their presence like a heavy weight.Â
"Aegon, not in front of them," I whispered, my voice trembling, urgent.
He paused, his fingers stilling just enough for his eyes to meet mine, mock surprise written across his face as though he'd just now remembered they existed.
Then, with a sudden change, he stood, his voice rising, all command, all king. "Everyone. Out."
The guards exchanged nervous glances, armour clinking as they hesitated, unsure if they had heard him correctly.Â
Aegon's gaze sharpened, his voice carrying the authority of a ruler unchallenged. "Now!"
They moved quickly, their footsteps echoing in the vast hall as they shuffled out, casting anxious looks over their shoulders.
The room was empty nowâsilent, save for the distant echo of armour clanking as the last of the Kingsguard left.Â
My heart hammered in my chest, every beat echoing in the sudden stillness. The heavy door closed with a resounding thud, sealing us in the throne room.Â
Just Aegon, me, and the Iron Throne.
Aegon turned back to me, his devilish grin wider than before, his eyes full of sinful promise.Â
"Now," Aegon breathed, his voice dipping into a dark, husky tone that sent shivers down my spine. His eyes gleamed with that wickedness I knew all too well, and yet, each time, it caught me off guard.Â
"It's just you, me, and the throne," he whispered, his hands roaming, fingers trailing slowly, deliberately, up my thighs beneath the fabric of my skirts.
"Aegon," I whispered, my voice wavering between warning and longing.Â
My back pressed harder into the cold, jagged metal of the throne, a sharp reminder of where we wereâwhat this symbolized. I tried to stay grounded, to keep my senses, but his hands... gods, his hands had a way of making me forget.
"Shh," he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, just a ghost of a touch, but enough to make my breath catch.Â
He looked up at me from beneath those dark lashes, a devilish glint in his eyes, as he slowly knelt before me once more.
A king, kneeling.
I tried to push him back, hands on his shoulders, but the moment I made contact with his skin, the heat between us flared. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me forward with a gentle insistence, and I melted into the sensation, the fight leaving me in a sigh.
"Stop it," I whispered, though it came out more like a plea than a command. "Not here, Aegon, we can'tâ"
But before I could finish, his lips were against me, his mouth tracing a line of fire over my skin.Â
My protests died on my tongue, replaced by a sharp gasp. His hands were firm but tender, spreading my legs as he settled between them, his fingers curling into the soft flesh of my thighs, holding me open for him as though the throne itself were a bed built for this very moment.
"You deserve to be worshipped," he murmured, his voice sending vibrations through me. "And I intend to do just that."
The cool bite of the Iron Throne's metal was a contrast to the heat building inside me, the jagged edges digging into my back, but I barely noticed.Â
All I could feel was himâhis mouth, his tongue, the deliberate, tantalizing way he took his time as if savouring every taste, every sound he drew from me.
"Aegon..." I moaned, his name slipping past my lips, a breathless prayer.Â
My hands gripped the throne, knuckles white as I tried to anchor myself to something, anything, but he was relentless.Â
His tongue swirled, teasing, flicking against me in just the right way, and my body responded helplessly to his touch, every nerve alight with pleasure.
The throne room, the court, the worldâall of it faded away. There was only Aegon, his mouth working its magic, his hands guiding me toward the edge.Â
His every move was deliberate, calculatedâhe knew me too well, knew exactly how to drive me to madness.
"Do you know how beautiful you look?" he whispered against me, his breath hot, making my skin tingle. "Up here, on the Iron Throne, all mine."
His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, the weight of them mingling with the sensation of his tongue.Â
I squirmed, trying to muffle the sounds escaping me, but he growled in response, the vibration reverberating through my body.
"Don't hide from me," he commanded, lifting his head just enough to lock eyes with me, his lips glistening with the evidence of my desire. "I want to hear you."
I swallowed hard, trembling under the intensity of his gaze.Â
My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him back to me, needing him to continue, to finish what he started. He obliged, his tongue diving deeper, stroking me with a renewed fervour that sent waves of heat crashing through me.
The room spun, and I bit my lip hard, trying to keep control, but he wasn't having it.Â
Aegon's hands gripped me tighter, pulling me closer to his mouth as he pushed me closer to the brink, his tongue working me with an almost agonizing skill.
And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he pressed his lips to the most sensitive part of me and sucked.
The world shattered. Pleasure tore through me, violent and uncontrollable, and I cried out, my hands clutching at him, nails digging into his shoulders as I tumbled over the edge.Â
Aegon didn't let up, drawing out every last tremor until I was left breathless, limp, slumped against the throne, the cold metal biting into my skin in sharp contrast to the molten heat still pulsing through my body.
He rose slowly, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk as he loomed over me, his eyes dark with triumph. "Still want to send me to our chambers?" he teased, voice thick with amusement.
I could barely find my voice, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of his attention. "You're impossible," I whispered, my heart racing, my body both sated and longing for more.
His grin widened, predatory. "Only for you, my queen."
My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, but Aegonâhe was far from finished.
His eyes locked onto mine, dark with hunger, satisfaction gleaming in them like firelight. His mouth, still glistening from the sinful worship he'd lavished on me, curved into a wicked grin.Â
The power in that gaze sent another jolt of heat coursing through me, even as my body ached from the intensity of what he'd already done.
"Impossible," I muttered again, my voice weak but defiant. A flicker of a smile tugged at my lips, even though my body was still recovering from the waves of pleasure he'd brought me.
Aegon leaned in close, one hand gripping the arm of the throne beside my head, the other trailing down my body, claiming me like I was his throneâhis alone to possess.Â
"I haven't even begun, my queen," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, and this kissâgods, this kissâwasn't sweet or soft. It was urgent, devouring.Â
He kissed me like a man starved like he was tasting his favorite sin and couldn't get enough.Â
I could taste myself on him, and it only fueled the fire burning between us.
I groaned against his mouth, my hands instinctively gripping the folds of his tunic, pulling him closer. His body pressed into mine, his hard length straining against the fabric of his breeches, leaving no doubt about what he wanted next.
"Aegon," I gasped as he broke the kiss, his lips moving to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.Â
My hands roamed his back, pulling him closer, desperate to feel himâall of him.
His mouth worked lower, biting, sucking at the sensitive skin just beneath my ear, making me shiver.Â
"You're my queen," he murmured, the words a low growl against my neck, "and I intend to make sure you feel it."
Without warning, he pulled me up with him, his hands tugging at my skirts, yanking them up over my hips, exposing me fully.Â
The cold air of the throne room hit my bare skin, making me gasp, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from him.Â
He pulled me to him, and I could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against me through his clothes, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.
I barely had time to react before his hands were at his waist, unfastening his belt, his movements swift and practised.Â
In one smooth motion, he freed himself, and my breath hitched at the sight of himâready, eager, and gloriously bare in the soft light of the throne room.
"Aegon," I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation, my body already aching for him.
He met my gaze, his eyes smouldering with a mixture of love and raw lust.Â
"I want to take you right here," he said, his voice low, a dangerous promise laced within it. "I want to fuck you on the Iron Throne, where you belong."
My breath caught in my throat, the thrill of his words sending a rush of heat through me.Â
The audacity of itâthe sheer madness of what we were about to doâmade my pulse race, and yet, I couldn't stop the surge of desire that overtook me.
I glanced at the throne beneath me, the cold metal, the jagged edges.Â
It was a symbol of power, a symbol of rule, but tonight... tonight, it was going to be the stage for something far more primal.
Without waiting for my answer, Aegon lifted me effortlessly, his hands gripping my thighs as he positioned me over him.Â
My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, teasing, taunting.
"Look at me," he ordered, his voice husky, commanding, and when my eyes met his, the raw desire in them nearly undid me.Â
"I want to watch you fall apart on my cock, right here, on my throne."
Before I could respond, he thrust into me, filling me in one deep, powerful stroke. I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders as my back arched, pressing me harder into the cold spikes of the Iron Throne behind me.Â
The contrast of the cold metal against my heated skin only intensified the sensation, and I let out a low moan as he began to move.
Aegon's hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he set a relentless pace, each thrust driving me harder against the throne.Â
The room spun around me, the world narrowing to just the two of usâhis cock buried deep inside me, his breath hot against my neck, his grunts of pleasure mixing with my own ragged moans.
I tried to find my voice, to say somethingâanythingâbut all I could do was cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he drove me closer to the edge.Â
"Aegon... gods..." I whimpered, my head falling back as he angled his hips just right, hitting a spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.
"That's it," he growled, his grip on me tightening as he pounded into me harder, faster. "Take it. Take all of me."
The throne pressed into my back, the jagged edges digging into my skin, but I barely noticed the painâit only heightened the intensity of what was happening, grounding me in the reality of it all.Â
We were fucking on the Iron Throne, claiming each other in the most reckless, forbidden way imaginable, and gods, it felt incredible.
I could feel myself unravelling, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. My body tightened around him, and he groaned, his rhythm faltering as he felt it too.
"Cum for me," he demanded, his voice raw, desperate. "Cum for your king."
His words sent me spiralling over the edge. I cried out, my body shuddering around him as I came, the pleasure crashing through me in violent waves.Â
Aegon followed me into oblivion, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spilt into me with a low, guttural moan, his forehead resting against mine as we rode out the aftershocks together.
For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies intertwined, breath mingling in the heavy air of the throne room. The world was silent around us, save for the sound of our laboured breathing.
Finally, Aegon pulled back, his eyes still dark with satisfaction as he gazed down at me. His lips curved into a lazy, contented grin, and he brushed a stray lock of hair from my face.Â
"You're mine," he whispered, his voice soft but filled with certainty. "Here, on the throne, in our chambersâeverywhere. You're mine."
I smiled, my body still trembling, my heart full of both love and lust. "And you," I murmured, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw, "are mine."
He chuckled, the sound low and rich, before kissing me againâthis time slow, sweet, a promise of everything yet to come. "Always."
A/n -Â 'I want to watch you fall apart on my cock, right here, on my throne'... anyways one wrong move and you're speared xx
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The Agent Next Door part 3 (NSFW)
Pairing: Agent Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary: When a ghost from Rio's past resurfaces, the safe haven youâve built together is threatened. As danger edges closer, your bond deepens in unexpected ways, testing your trust and strength in each other. Amidst fear and uncertainty, you discover just how far both of you are willing to go to protect what matters most.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, smut, fluff ending, fingering (R recv), oral (Rio recv), praise kink, slight power bottom Rio
Words: 4.2k
A/N: The angsty third (and final?) part as promised
AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Master List
Under Her Protection
Youâre sprawled out on Rioâs couch, nestled comfortably against her side as the TV plays in the background. Itâs the kind of night youâve both come to loveâno plans, no rush, just the two of you together, half-watching some crime drama. You can feel the steady rise and fall of her chest as you rest your head there, her arm slung casually around your shoulders, fingers absently tracing patterns on your arm.
Itâs a rare, peaceful moment, one that youâve started to cherish more and more. You glance up at her; she looks different like thisâsofter. The usual tension in her jaw has melted away; her sharp features relaxed in a way you rarely get to see. You smile to yourself, the sight of her at ease filling you with a quiet kind of joy. Sheâs not just the composed, authoritative FBI agent you first met. Here, sheâs Rioâyour Rioâand you could watch her like this forever.
You press a kiss to her jaw, feeling her smile against your lips.
âEnjoying the show?â she asks, her voice teasing. You know she couldnât care less about whatâs on the screen, but itâs a running joke between the two of youâmocking the exaggerated, overly dramatic FBI agents depicted on TV.
âOh, absolutely,â you drawl, playing along. âI just love how accurate it all is. Clearly, every case is solved in a day, and all agents wear heels and leather jackets.â
Rio chuckles, pulling you closer. âItâs ridiculous,â she snorts. âHalf of this would get thrown out in court in a heartbeat. And donât even get me started on the âenhance the grainy footageâ bullshit.â
You grin, enjoying the rare, playful side of her. âI bet youâd never pull a stunt like that. The great Agent Vidal would never dream of cutting corners.â
She raises an eyebrow, her smirk sharp. âOh, youâd be surprised what Iâve pulled off. Sometimes rules are more like... guidelines.â
You laugh, leaning into her, and she squeezes your shoulder lightly. For a moment, everything feels easyâpeaceful.
Then her phone buzzes, cutting through the quiet. She lets out a small sigh and picks it up, her expression immediately shifting as she reads the message. The shift is so sudden it makes your stomach drop. Without a word, she gets up and walks to the window, peering through the blinds like sheâs expecting to see somethingâor someoneâout there.
âRio?â You ask cautiously, sitting up. âWhatâs wrong?â
She doesnât answer right away, her shoulders visibly tense. Finally, she lets the blinds fall back into place and turns to you, her expression grim. âThat was work,â she says, her voice low and controlled. âSomeone I put away years ago just got released on parole. He... wasnât supposed to get out this soon.â
You frown, confused. âWhy is that a problem? Didnât he serve his time?â
Her jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think she wonât answer. Then she sighs, running a hand through her hair. âThe last time I saw him, he threatened to ruin my life,â she says quietly. âHeâs dangerous. And vindictive. If he finds out where I live... who you are... how much I lovâ.â
She doesnât finish the sentence, but she doesnât have to. The implications hang heavy in the air. You swallow hard, suddenly very aware of the weight of her job and the risks that come with it.
âHey,â you say softly, standing and moving to her side. âIâm sure itâs fine. He probably doesnât even know youâre here.â
Her eyes meet yours, and for the first time since you met her, you see real fear there. âMaybe. But I canât take that chance.â She pauses, her hand brushing your arm. âI want you to stay here. At least until I figure out whatâs going on.â
The seriousness in her tone leaves no room for argument, and you nod. âOkay. Iâll stay.â
You settle back onto the couch together, but the atmosphere has shifted now, an unspoken tension lingering in the room. Rio keeps her phone close, her other arm wrapped protectively around you, her eyes flicking back to the window every so often.
You try to focus on the TV show, but your thoughts keep drifting. Itâs unsettling, this shadow of a threat hanging over the two of you, and you can tell Rio feels it too. Her grip on you tightens every time she hears a noise from outside, her thumb rubbing circles against your arm as if sheâs trying to soothe both of you.
Eventually, you turn your head to look up at her. âYou know, I donât need a TV show when Iâve got my own personal action hero right here.â
Rio snorts, shaking her head. âIs that what I am now?â
âYep,â you say, grinning up at her. âNeighbour, fashion critic, and now... bodyguard.â
She rolls her eyes but leans down to press a kiss to your lips, soft and lingering. âJust stay close, okay?â
You nod, your heart fluttering at the protectiveness in her voice. âIâm not going anywhere, Rio.â
Relief flashes across her face, but itâs fleeting. She takes your hand, leading you to her bedroom without another word. The silence between you is heavy but not uncomfortableâitâs charged, humming with unspoken worry and a need for closeness.
When you get to the bed, her hands are on you immediately, tugging you close. Thereâs a new intensity to her touch, her fingers gripping your hips firmly, almost possessively. She kisses you hard, like sheâs trying to stake her claim, her mouth moving with an urgency youâve never felt from her before.
âRioââ you start, but she cuts you off with another kiss, her hands sliding under your shirt, nails raking up your skin. Her lips move to your neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks that you know will last. Itâs not just passionâitâs something deeper, rawer. Like she needs to prove to herself that youâre here, that youâre hers.
You let her take the lead, your own hands roaming her body, trying to reassure her in your own way. But sheâs relentless, her mouth trailing lower, her teeth grazing your collarbone. She pushes you back onto the bed, her weight settling over you as she pins your wrists above your head.
Her gaze is dark, her eyes searching yours. âI need to know youâre safe,â she murmurs, her voice rough. âI need to feel it.â
You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. âIâm not going anywhere,â you whisper, and itâs the truth.
Her grip on your wrists tightens briefly before she leans down, kissing you again, slower this time but no less intense.Â
The night is a blur of heated touches and whispered reassurances, her possessiveness never crossing the line into discomfort. Instead, it leaves you breathless, the depth of her need for you pulling you even closer.
When you finally fall asleep, tangled in her arms, the weight of her protectiveness wraps around you like a shield. Even as your mind drifts, you know this is only the beginning of whatever storm is coming. But with her by your side, youâre ready to face it.
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Youâve been staying at Rioâs apartment for a week now, and every night, her hold on you seems to grow tighter. Even in her sleep, her arms remain locked around you, as though her subconscious refuses to let you out of her grasp. Itâs a level of protectiveness youâre not used to, but you canât deny how safe it makes you feel.
The days are a strange mix of normalcy and subtle unease. You run errands, cook together, and share quiet moments on her couch. But in the back of your mind, thereâs always a faint sense of being watched. Youâve chalked it up to paranoiaâRioâs warning had a way of sticking with you, and you tell yourself youâre just imagining things.
Still, itâs hard to ignore the nagging feeling when you start seeing the same person more than once. A tall figure with a hood pulled low over their face, lingering at the edge of your vision. Youâve seen them on the street, at the corner store, and now again as you leave the grocery shop, arms full of bags. You glance over your shoulder, your pulse quickening as you catch sight of them just a few steps behind.
You quicken your pace, gripping the bags tightly. Your heart pounds in your chest as you cut across the street and head for the apartment building. You take a chance and glance back again. Theyâre still following.
By the time you reach Rioâs apartment door, your hands are shaking so badly you almost drop your keys. You fumble with the lock, finally getting the door open and slamming it shut behind you. You lock it, bolting the deadlock for good measure.
You text Rio immediately: I think I was followed. Just got back. Door locked.
The response comes quickly. Stay put. Donât answer the door for anyone. Iâm coming back now.
You breathe out, trying to calm yourself, but as you read her words, a new sound sends a chill down your spine. A faint rattle at the door.
Your stomach drops, and you freeze, staring at the door as the sound grows louder. Itâs not your imagination. Someoneâs trying the handle. Your mind races, and you grab the closest thing within reachâa table lamp. Itâs not exactly a weapon, but itâll have to do. Your grip tightens on the lampâs base as the rattling stops, replaced by a loud bang.
The door crashes open, splintering the frame, and the hooded figure steps inside. Theyâre taller than you thought, their broad frame filling the doorway as they pause, scanning the room. You take a shaky step back, your heart pounding in your ears.
âWell, well,â he says, his voice dripping with malice. âLook whoâs made themselves right at home. You must be the little pet sheâs been keeping around.âÂ
Your mind races, and you instinctively take a step back, trying to put the kitchen island between you and him. âWho the hell are you?â you demand.Â
He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. âYou donât know me, but Rio does. Sheâs the reason I spent the last ten years rotting away in a cell. Thought Iâd pay her back by taking something she cares about.â
He lunges at you with a knife, and you barely manage to swing the lamp, hitting him across the face. He staggers back, but only for a moment, then charges at you again. You fight back, kicking and screaming, but heâs strongâstronger than you expected. He pins you against the wall, one hand around your throat.Â
âThatâs right, scream for her,â he growls. âLetâs see if she gets here in time.âÂ
Youâre gasping for air, your vision blurring, when suddenly, the already broken door is rammed open again, falling off its hinges from the force of the action.Â
Rio barges in, her gun drawn, her expression a mixture of fury and fear. âLet them go,â she says, her voice deadly calm, the kind that promises retribution.Â
The man tightens his grip on you, pulling you in front of him as a shield. âShoot me, and youâll hit them,â he taunts.Â
Rioâs eyes meet yours, and you can see the raw, helpless anger there. Youâve never seen her look so terrified.
The man tightens his grip on you, and your vision starts to black. Your pulse pounds in your ears, the lack of air making your limbs feel heavy. Rio stands frozen in the doorway, her gun unwavering, her eyes locked on the man holding you.
âLet them go,â Rio repeats, her voice low and seething with barely restrained fury.
The man smirks, his grip loosening just enough for you to gasp for air. âYou really think youâve got the upper hand here, bitch? Youâre so predictableâalways running to play the hero.â
Rio doesnât flinch. âThis is the last chance Iâll give you. Let. Them. Go. Now.â
He sneers, then suddenly shoves you away with all his strength. You stumble, hitting the edge of the kitchen counter hard before crumpling to the floor, pain flaring in your side. Rioâs shout of your name echoes through the room, but you can barely focus as you clutch at your ribs, trying to steady your breathing.
The distraction is all Rio needs. She lunges at him before he can turn back to her, knocking the knife from his hand as they crash to the floor. The struggle is brutalâa chaotic blur of punches and grunts as Rio fights with a ferocity youâve never seen before.
He manages to pin her briefly, his hands going for her throat, but Rio uses the momentum to roll them over, her knee pressing into his chest. She grabs the cuff of his wrist and twists him onto his stomach, forcing him to let out a pained shout as she pins his arm behind his back.
âYou shouldâve let them go,â she growls, forcing his face against the floor. He thrashes beneath her, but her grip is unrelenting, her strength fuelled by sheer fury.
She pulls her cuffs from her belt, snapping them onto his wrists with a finality that fills the room. She grabs his hair and yanks his head up, knee still pressing into his back. âAnd now youâre going to pay,â she says coldly before smashing his face into the ground, breaking his nose, and knocking him unconscious.
Her eyes flick to you, her expression softening with worry. âAre you okay?â
Before you can answer, Rio pulls out her phone, calling for backup. Her voice is calm and clipped as she gives the necessary details, but her free hand remains clenched at her side, still shaking from the adrenaline.
When the call ends, she crouches next to you, her hands ghosting over your body, careful not to touch the areas where youâre clearly in pain. âHey, let me see,â she murmurs, her tone gentle now. âWhere are you hurt?â
You wince as you shift, trying to sit up. âJust... my side. Think I hit the counter pretty hard.â
Her jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think she might explode all over againâbut she just exhales, brushing a hand over your hair. âBackupâs on the way. Heâs not going anywhere. I promise youâre safe now.â
You nod weakly, and she leans closer, her forehead briefly touching yours. The tension in her body doesnât ease until the distant wail of sirens signals that help has arrived. Even then, her focus stays on you, her protective presence a shield between you and the man who dared to threaten what she holds most dear.
With the chaos finally under control and the intruder hauled away in handcuffs, Rio keeps a steady arm around you as she guides you back across the hall to your apartment. You can still feel the tremors in your hands, the echo of fear and adrenaline in your veins, but her presence is grounding.
As the door closes behind you, she doesnât let go. Instead, she leads you to the couch, sitting beside you with her arm securely around your shoulders. âYou okay?â she asks softly, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.
You nod, leaning into her touch. âYeah. Just... processing.â
A flicker of guilt crosses Rioâs face. âI never shouldâve left you alone.â
âYou couldnât have known,â you reply, reaching up to squeeze her hand. âAnd you came back in time. Thatâs what matters.â
She exhales heavily, her arms tightening around you protectively. For a while, neither of you speak, the silence broken only by the rhythmic sound of her breathing. Then she shifts, her thumb brushing against your knuckles. âI mean it, thoughâIâm not letting you out of my sight for a while.â
You roll your eyes but donât argue. The truth is, you donât mind the idea of her staying close.
As the evening wears on, you begin to feel a sense of normalcy returning. Wrapped in her arms, you finally let your guard down, the weight of the day melting away. You tilt your head up to meet her gaze, your heart skipping as you notice the way sheâs looking at youâsoft yet intent.
âYouâre staring,â you tease, your voice quiet.
âCanât help it,â she murmurs, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. âYouâre kind of hard to look away from.â
Your cheeks flush, but before you can respond, her lips capture yours in a kiss thatâs slow and deliberate, like sheâs savouring every moment. You respond eagerly, your fingers tangling in her hair as she shifts to deepen the kiss.
Somehow, the two of you end up lying on the couch, her body pressing against yours as your hands roam freely, exploring the familiar territory with renewed fervour. She pulls away just long enough to catch her breath, her forehead resting against yours. âBedroom?â she whispers, her voice husky.
You nod, your heart racing as she helps you to your feet. The walk to the bedroom is brief, but each step feels charged with anticipation.Â
You guide her to the bed, her hand sliding into yours as you both move with an unspoken understanding. She lets you press her down gently so sheâs sitting on the mattress, her signature smirk tugging at her lips. âSo, this is how itâs going to be tonight?â she teases, her voice low, challenging but still laced with warmth. Her eyes glint with curiosity, though you can sense sheâs enjoying this shift in control. âGuess I can let you take the lead. Just this once.â
You canât help but laugh softly, leaning down to press a playful kiss to her lips. âCall it a thank you for saving me. Hero perks, right?â You reply, your voice just as teasing.
Her chuckle rumbles low in her throat as her hands settle lightly on your hips, grounding you. âYouâve got an interesting way of saying thanks,â she murmurs, tilting her head to expose her neckâan invitation and a challenge all at once. âBut Iâm not complaining.â
You take her challenge with a grin, leaning down to press your lips to her neck, your kisses starting soft but quickly growing more heated. You find the spot just below her ear where her skin is most sensitive, and when she lets out a low, pleased hum, you focus your attention there. Your tongue darts out, followed by a sharp nip of your teeth, before you suck on her skin, leaving a mark to match the ones she gave you just nights ago.
She tilts her head back with a soft gasp, her fingers tightening their grip on your hips. âYouâre getting good at that,â she murmurs, her tone teasing but breathless. Her words spur you on, and you trail more kisses down her neck, each one deliberate, each one claiming her in your own way.
As your lips continue their path, your hands slide over her body, unbuttoning her shirt and tugging it off. Your eyes roam her, taking in every inch of her toned body and the way her muscles flex under your touch.
âEnjoying the view?â she teases, arching a brow, but thereâs a flush on her cheeks that betrays her confidence.
âAbsolutely,â you reply without hesitation, earning a quiet laugh from her.
Your hands move to the waistband of her pants, your fingers brushing against her skin as you pull them down, leaving her bare before you. You grab her hips, pulling her into you so sheâs perched on the edge of the bed, your legs pushing her knees further apart. Her dark eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of anticipation and challenge, and you canât help but feel a surge of affection and desire for her all at once.
âYou look good like this,â you say softly, your hands trailing up her thighs as you kneel between them.
Rio leans back on her palms, her smirk widening. âShow me just how grateful you are, sweetheart.â
Looking directly into Rioâs eyes, you drag your tongue through her wetness.Â
âThatâs it,â she breathes, her voice huskier now. Her nails coming to dig lightly into your shoulder as her body shifts beneath you.Â
Hooking your arms under her legs, you push your face further into Rio, tongue pressing firmer against her clit and she rolls her hips at the sensation. Your tongue swirls over and around her bundle of nerves, eliciting more praise. âYouâre so good at this, sweetheart,â she says, her tone uncharacteristically tender.
The praise makes your stomach flip, and you press your thighs together, feeling your arousal soak your underwear.
You notice the subtle change in her demeanour, her usual teasing grin replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. Her hands grip you tightly, but thereâs a gentleness to her touch you hadnât expected. âI donât give up control often. But with you... it feels right.â Her voice falters slightly, and the admission makes your heart ache with tenderness.
As her orgasm builds, she finally lets go entirely, her usual defences falling away. Her head tilts back, her breathy praises and quiet gasps filling the space. After she reaches her peak, she pulls you up to her, her arms wrapping around you tightly as if grounding herself. âYouâre incredible,â she whispers into your ear, her lips brushing against your temple as she catches her breath. âBut donât think Iâm done with you yet.â
Her smirk returns, this time sharper, more determined. Before you can respond, she drags you down on to the bed, flipping you gently onto your back. Her strength is firm but careful, her lips curling in amusement at your surprised expression. âYour turn,â she murmurs, her voice low and promising. She begins to trail kisses down your body, her actions deliberate and knowing. âLet me show you how grateful I am,â she adds, her grin growing as your body arches beneath her touch.
With that, she strips you, her soft hands feeling all over your body. When her fingers trail up your thigh, she lets out a soft chuckle at the feeling of your arousal dripping. âSeems like someone enjoyed the praise.âÂ
You whimper as her fingers press lightly against your clit.
âYou made me feel so good, baby.â Her middle finger slides lower. âSuch a clever girl.â She teases your entrance. âYou know exactly how I like it.â She pushes her finger in.
âYes, fuck, yes,â you moan as it curls inside you. âMore.â
Rio slides another finger in, biting her lip and groaning at how easily you take it. "Oh, darling, youâre taking me so well,â she praises, starting to pump her fingers in and out. She adds a third, and you feel the familiar tightening in your stomach. She picks up the pace, fucking all of the tension from the night out of you both. âYou look so good like this,â she coos.
Arching into her touch, head pushing into the mattress, you keen, âOh fuck. Rio, youâre going to make me cum.â
âThatâs it, sweetheart; youâre doing so well, cum for me,â she whispers against your skin, kissing your neck.
Your mouth falls open, a breathless cry escaping as your orgasm overtakes you. The tension that had been building within you shatters, a wave of heat and pleasure coursing through your body. You arch into her, every nerve alight, the sensation so overwhelming that it renders you momentarily weightless. A strangled gasp follows, your voice raw and unrestrained, her name slipping from your lips like a plea and a prayer all at once.
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Later, as the two of you lay tangled in the sheets, Rioâs arms wrap tightly around you, holding you, refusing to let go. The tension of the night seems to fade, replaced by a sense of closeness you hadnât fully realised until now. She presses a kiss to the top of your head, her fingers tracing absent patterns along your back.
âYou know,â she begins softly, her voice barely above a whisper. âI donât usually do thisâlet people in, I mean. I donât let myself feel this way.â She hesitates, her grip on you tightening slightly. âBut with you... I canât imagine not having you here.â
Your chest tightens at her words, and you tilt your head to meet her gaze. The raw vulnerability in her eyes makes your heart ache. âRio...â you begin, your voice trembling slightly as your hand brushes against her cheek. âI love you.â
Her lips part in surprise, and then her smile grows, soft and genuine in a way you rarely see. âTook you long enough to say it,â she teases, though her voice is thick with emotion. She leans down, brushing her lips against yours in a kiss thatâs slow and tender. When she pulls back, her eyes lock with yours. âI love you too, you know.â
You crack a small smile. âSo, I guess youâre gonna be the one crashing at my place now, huh? Seeing as itâs your door that got kicked in this time,â you say, breaking the tender moment.
Rio blinks at you, then lets out a soft laugh. âYouâre never going to let me live that down, are you?â
âNot a chance,â you reply, grinning now.
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NRC And RSA
(What if Yuu went to Royal Sword Academy for a Exchange/Transfer student program?)
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Yuu sat on the plush bed, the private room given to them was rather luxurious than the room they shared in Ramshackle. Little bits of belongings still sat in their luggage, a few trinkets (Y/N) had been packed to remind Yuu of NRC during their stay.
The magicless student smiles at the thought of their dorm and friends. Sighing as they eye the special uniform the RSA students had provided them.
While the rather, âprincelyâ students were rather kind in their greetings, Yuu still didnât feel all too comfortable. The quiet sounds of the ocean clear their thoughts as they get up from the bed. Peaking outside from the satin curtains, the small waves crashing along the sandy shore.Â
After finding out that Yuu would be going to the school alone, Headmaster Crowely graciously offered Yuu a new phone. While you kept the old one.Â
âTo keep in touch during the trip!â Yuu heard the Headmage state, smiling too sweetly, clearly hiding his true intentions.
Picking up their phone, Yuu skims through the messages you had sent as soon as they left.
Pictures of Grim sleeping in class, pictures of you and Grim sitting next to the first-years at lunch. Then a photo of you, unaware, talking with a nervous student as figures zoom into the scene. Too blurry to make out the familiar uniforms on their persons.Â
âGrim probably took that photoâŚâ Yuu laughs. Before a knock is heard on the door.Â
Yuu heads over, not before taking a small pick of the ocean.
Opening it up, preppy voices cheer loudly. âWELCOME TO ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY! YUU!â
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âI miss YuuâŚâ You bemoan, lightly banging your hands on your face. Groaning in annoyance as Ace side eyes you. â(Y/N), Yuuâs fine. Probably annoyed with all those high-horse RSA students though.â Deuce makes a small sound of agreement.Â
Grim munches on his tuna melt, a bit quiet⌠Which was never a good sign.
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Yuu sat with Chenya and Neige, a few other students seated with the as well during lunch. The NRC picks at the dishes served as they listen to the small discussions going about. Occasionally giving a small response when a question was asked to them personally.
âHmm.. Yuu~! Iâm curious about something, if you donât mind me asking..~â Chehnya smiles, eyes bright like a curious cat.
âYes?â
âHowâs (Y/N) doing? I havenât seenâem in a bit, so I wanted to know.~â Chenya purrs out, laying a lazy hand on Yuu shoulder. Neige, overhearing, beams. White as snow skin becoming a soft pink as they lean in as well. âOh yes! How are they? I havenât seen them much since the masquerade event at Noble Bell College.âÂ
The actors red as rose lips turn into a frown, âMy schedule has been so packed I havenât had time to see them around town..â The boy wilts at the thought of missing his chance to see you as Snick offers him a sympathetic pat on the back.Â
Yuu hears more chatter from a few other students popping in to add their own statements about (Y/N).
Rielle, Yuu recalled him from somewhere⌠Had spoken up. âIâve seen them around the beach a few times!âÂ
âReally?â
âUh-huh!â
Yuu blinks, the conversation becoming bigger than expected. But, they grin just like their fellow NRC friends.Â
âWell, (Y/N) is good. I mean, they are Dorm Head of our Dorm, along with meetings with the other Dorm LeadersâŚÂ As VICE Leader, weâre with each other often.â Yuu smiles, shrugging. A certain glint in their eye.Â
Neige's features become more flustered as he tries to ask another question. Before being interrupted by Yuuâs phone ringing.
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âGRIM! GIVE IT BACK!â
âNo! I wannaâ send Yuu photos of my tuna can tower!â
âGrim!â You try to grab the phone back as Jack follows after, but Grim was surprisingly quicker! Epel manages to corner the fur-ball, âOi! Yaâcat! Give it up!â
âEpels accent is out! Heâs pissed!â
Ortho readies his laser cannon, trying to get the perfect aim. "Grim, stand still please!" Grim shouts to as he tries to figure out away to avoid capture.
âGrim?â
âYuu!â
âYUU!?â
The first-years shout all together, happy to hear the student.
Sebek grabs Grim by the scruff of his collar, handing him over to you as everyone gathers by the lounge area. Discussing about their day as Yuu talks about their own, âI gotta go guys.. Iâll see you in a couple days!â
âGiveâem hell Yuu!â
âGood luck Yuu!â
âSee you soon!â
Hanging up the call, Yuu returns back to the lunch table, a satisfied expression on their face. Maybe even a bit sentimental if you looked close enough...
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[To celebrate the news of Twst FINALLY GETTING THE ANIME SOON. I decided to write a small fic for yall! Enjoy! Thanks for reading! LET ME KNOW HOW I DID! IM SO HAPPY WE GETTING THE ANIME!!!]
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Hey, can you write some more Kate stories please ? They are really good đ
puppy love
kate martin x reader
warnings: none! more family series coming soon
kateâs been quiet since the loss. sheâs not one to show it too muchâalways trying to be strong, for her teammates, for youâbut you can see it in the way she moves around the apartment, slower than usual, her usual spark dimmed.
itâs been a tough adjustment, this first season in the league. vegas has been good to her, to both of you, but the end of the playoffs hit harder than either of you expected. youâve been wracking your brain for days, trying to find a way to cheer her up.
and then it hits youâthe idea youâve been holding onto for years.
kateâs always wanted a dog. she talked about it all the time in college, her face lighting up as sheâd scroll through adoption websites, dreaming of the day youâd finally have a place big enough, a schedule steady enough, to make it happen.
now feels like the perfect time.
you spend a few days researching, visiting shelters while sheâs at practice, and finally, you find the one. a golden retriever mix with the sweetest brown eyes, one that practically melts into your hand the moment you meet him.
the adoption papers are signed that afternoon.
when kate comes home from her workout the next day, the apartmentâs unusually quiet.
âbabe?â she calls, setting her bag down by the door.
âin the living room!â you reply, barely containing your excitement.
she rounds the corner, her brows furrowing as she takes in the sceneâyou sitting on the couch, and the dog sitting at your feet, wagging his tail like heâs already claimed her as his favorite person.
âoh my god,â kate breathes, dropping her water bottle as her eyes widen.
âsurprise,â you say softly, your smile growing as she just stands there, frozen.
âis thisâ?â
âheâs ours,â you confirm, patting your thigh to call the dog closer. he trots over to you, but his attention quickly shifts to kate, sniffing her cautiously before pressing his nose against her hand.
âyouââ kateâs voice catches, and she sinks to her knees, scratching behind the dogâs ears. âyou got me a dog?â
âi got us a dog,â you correct, watching as her eyes start to glisten. âi know how hard this seasonâs been for you. and i thought⌠maybe this would help.â
kate lets out a shaky laugh, wrapping her arms around the dog, who happily licks her cheek. âyouâre amazing, you know that?â
âi try,â you tease, moving to sit beside her on the floor.
she looks over at you, her eyes still wet but filled with so much love it makes your chest ache. âseriously, i canât believe you did this. heâs perfect.â
âyouâre perfect,â you counter, leaning in to kiss her temple.
she laughs again, this time lighter, and rests her head on your shoulder. âwhatâs his name?â
âi was thinking you could pick,â you say, watching as the dog flops onto his back, clearly at home already.
kate grins, brushing a hand over the dogâs soft fur. âhow about lucky? because thatâs how i feel right now.â
you laugh softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. âlucky it is.â
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Lovestruck (an Elvis fic/imagine)
Pairing: yandere!Elvis x Reader
Summary: Itâs 1975 and Linda has rejected Elvisâ proposal, leaving him drug dependent. Worried and frustrated, his family and Linda get an in-home nurse to get him back on track with his health. But what happens when Elvis mistakes her kindness for love?
Warnings/Triggers: this is a yandere fic so expect dark themes such as, obsessive, compulsive, manipulative, crazed behavior. Elvis is delusional. References to sex and baby making. Forced marriage, and slight kidnapping? References to the colonel.
Priscilla left. And Elvis believed he was heartbroken, keyword: believed. And he sulked and sulked and sulked for weeks.
But then Linda came around. He was convinced he was in love with her, letting her move in and redecorate his house and make friends with his baby daughter. He even thought about proposing. But she said she wasn't sure if that's what she wanted.
And while she was a good distraction at first, when she rejected his proposal, the drugs became more of a distraction to him. And he made it okay by telling himself that drugs couldn't tell him no.
And that's how it went for the longest time. But people were worried. His family was worriedâ even baby Lisa knew something was up with her daddy.
So Linda, armed with everyone else's concern, took matters into her own hands. She called so many doctors and rehabilitation centers, and eventually she got a nurse to agree to live in at Graceland to try and get him off all the pills.
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You walk into the grand house, following the gorgeous woman. She's sweet, has a good character and you can tell from just talking the few words you have.
The house looks different from the pictures that were once in the pages of a tabloid, with Elvis on the couch with a guitar. Back then the house was light, with royal blues and whites, but now it was like a vampire's lairâ all red and gold.
"I just want to say thank you. We've tried to get him to go to rehab, but he refuses every time."
You smile sweetly at Linda. This is the first job that could actually mean something for you, and you feel as though you should be the one saying thank you. Before this opportunity, you were prescribing solutions to trust fund teens in California who got ahold of drugs at their high school parties. It was a good job, but you wanted moreâ you went to school for more. You felt as though your talents could be put to better use, and this was that breakthrough you were looking for since you graduated college.
"No, this is an honor, seriously. And sometimes it's better for people of his caliber to be kept away from prying eyes in times like these. Going to a center would put him at more of a risk for a press leak." You sit down with her as you make it to the living room, and there you find Elvis' father as well. He stands and shakes your hand.
You sit with them and talk about plans and the goals they have for his recovery, and all the while, you're stuck wondering why the man himself isn't here. This is a meeting about his health, after all. But they don't mention it, so you don't either.
And once they're satisfied with everything, Linda shows you to what's going to be your room for the next however many months.
An hour later, you go down to dinner, not expecting Elvis because Linda informed you that he usually took his dinner in his room nowadays. But to everyone's surprise, about halfway into the meal, the stairs creak, and almost immediately his presence engulfs you. Your eyes widen and you instantly stand up, still not quite believing that you're in the same room as your favorite singer.
His eyes scan the room before they zero in on you; it takes your breath away completely. And because of the nerves wracking your body, you give him the most awkward smile ever, mentally scolding yourself for being so stupid. He's human just like you. That's what you repeat to yourself over and over as he slowly stalks over to you from around the table.
Everyoneâ the few members of the Memphis mafia that decided to stay for dinner, Linda, Vernon, the cook who was plating the foodâ all stare with bated breath, all of them knowing how Elvis feels about rehab. He doesn't believe he has a problem. "Well what do we have here, hm? Ya sneak through the gate, honey?"
It takes you a minute to shake yourself from your trance, but once you do you shake your head. You're acting like a little girl that's seeing Santa Claus for the first time. "N- no, sir... pardon me, my name is Y/N," you stick your hand out for him to shake, "I'm your new nurse."
Linda winces and you shoot her a confused look. She expected him to blow up, or for his jaw to tick, or for him to say something snideâ anything other than the gentle smile that graces his lips. He takes your hand and places a kiss on the back. Vernon clears his throat awkwardly. What is happening, you wonder to yourself. Everyone is acting like they're at a funeral. Except Elvis. He's acting like he got the latest Cadillac model.
Bless Linda's poor heart, and the fact that she can tell you innocently have no clue what the look in her boyfriend's eyes is. If she were anyone else, she'd want to tear your hair out. But she keeps quiet, just grateful that he's taking the news well. "Well I'll be damned, I didn't know I was sick. Honey, am I sick?" His eyes turn to Lindaâ only for a split second before they're piercing into you again. Is this love at first sight... because it sure seems like it to Elvis. He had to talk to all the other girls for at least a day before he felt something. Linda bats her eyelashes, "it's just in case, E, that's all. Gotta have ya perfect for the stage, yeah?"
He hums, and then finally lets your hand go. He gestures to your chair and then sits at the head of the table that's conveniently beside you. "Welcome then, Y/N."
You smile, this time a lot more gracefully, and then sit like he did. "Well why y'all starin' like dummies? Eat." He instructs everyone at the table, and like little minions, they all obey.
But he talks to you. About everything under the sun. And during such a time, you both come to an agreement on what he needs to do differently in order to maintain his health. A nice and easy regiment that should keep him from facing very terrible withdrawals. He seems to like you, or maybe he's just a really nice guy, but either way, you decide you're going to really enjoy staying here.
Weeks pass much the same. You like being friends with Elvis, and you realize that he's extremely humble and down to earth, not at all like the negative press he gets. You get a solid routine down; once a day, you give him a checkup, and you also lessen his pill intake everyday until he's down to strictly only what he actually needs. And much to the Colonel's dismayâ a man you deemed icky the first time you met himâ Elvis fires Dr. Nick and takes on a doctor you personally recommend.
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Elvis knew this time. And despite his earlier feelings, he was mentally thanking Linda for rejecting him. And whether or not you liked it, you were going to be his.
You were his guardian Angel. That had to be it. You were saving his life. Of course he had a problem, and now he knew it. You were sent to him by God and were there to save him. He knew it. He knew that had to be the truth. Why else would you be so willing to better such a man?
Oh, and the way you smiled at him. The way your eyes lingered on him. The way you so very clearly wanted to be his. He wasn't blind, and the way you always looked at him with a twinkle in your eyes, that had to be you pleading for him to take you awayâ make you his. And once he knew for sure his plan would work, he'd do just that. He'd save you just the same way you saved him. And you'd be together, like you both wanted. Forever.
His hands would linger. When you'd check his blood pressure and breathing, he'd put his hand on your shoulder. And you never told him no, you never pushed him away. And he knew signs when they were givenâ you were definitely giving him signs.
There was this language between the two of you, a silent pining. He knew it. 'Just a while longer, angel. We'll be together.' It was a mantra inside his head every second of every day.
Four months into your residency as Elvis liked to call it, and fours months of mutual pining, Elvis knew it was time. He put his plan into action. You came home from the pharmacy to see bags in the foyerâ your bags. With tears in your eyes, you walked up the stairs, "Elvis? Hello?"
You paused as he walked out of his room, looking the picture of health and happiness. He could see the confusion written all over your face. He was about to explain when you cut him off. "M' fired? Ya want me to leave?"
And then he saw resolution mix in with the emotions filling your face. You dry your tears. "Well thank you for the opportunity. It was great, and I hope I helped you well enough, Mr. Presley." You seemed almost fine with the idea, just a little beaten up about losing a job. But he knew better, you were playing hard to get.
"Mr. Presley? Baby, don't call me that, Mr. Presley is my daddy. Can't ya tell? We're goin' away... you and me." He grabbed your hand, a smile painting his face.
And there was that confusion again, and if he weren't so crazy, he'd also see that the look he thought was love was actually a little bit of fear. He'd been extra touchy and sweet, but you thought that was just the type of person he was. But now you could tell that he was just rather crazy. What did he mean going away? You were his nurse. "What're you talking about, Elvis?"
"C'mon, darlin' let's not dance around this no more. I see the way ya look at meâ we're in love." He grins wolfishly, his grip tightening. He looks down at your lips.
You shake your head slowly, your eyes widening. You take a step back, looking behind you for any sign of anyone else, but it's then that you realize the house is eerily silent except for the two of you. He pulls you back, your face making contact with his chest. His free hand tangles into your hair and tilts your face so you can look at him. "Angel, I know moving away seems scary, but we can be together. We can start that life we both want, hm? I know ya feel the same, ya don't gotta say it right now."
And you can't even say anything or even try and run because he's got you thrown over his shoulder and in his car within minutes. He buckles you in and gets in the drivers seat after instructing Sonny to load your stuff into another car and to meet him at the airport.
He looks at you from the rear view mirror with a crazed smirk, one he thinks is harmless and loving. "How's Vegas sound, angel? We can get married in a chapel and ya can watch my shows every night, and we'll make Lisa Marie a big sister. I can tell yer beggin' for me to make ya a mama," his fingers drum on the steering wheel as he speeds through Memphis to the airport, "Oh yeah, I can see it now. Ya won't leave the bed for months after we get hitched. And I'll make this one last 'cause yer my soulmate. I was a dumb sonofabitch for thinkin' it was Cilla."
And as you stare at him through the mirror, tears fighting to fall from your eyes, you realize that this is one situation you don't think you can get out of. You screwed up.
Heyyy lovies! So I wrote this today because I wanted to read a fic like this but I couldnât find one, so I just wrote it myself. First time writing darker themes, so bear with me if itâs not that good. Enjoy anyway, or at least I hope. Much loveâŁď¸ (I also just wanted an excuse to use that picture because he looks so scrumptious in it).
#70s#elvis fic#elvis presley#elvisaaronpresley#vintage#elvis fans#elvis the pelvis#elvis x reader#elvis x y/n#fanfic#50s elvis#70s elvis#60s elvis#elvis presley fanfiction#elvis fanfiction#elvis the king#yandere
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JEALOUSY, RESOLVED â REMUS LUPIN!
remus proves his devotion to your relationship, and his friends do too.
remus lupin x fem!reader | flangst | 1.3k | masterlist.
part one. | part two.
a/n â who doesnât love a happy ending?
The next morning is tense.
You wake up with swollen eyes, a heaviness lingering in your chest, and a dread that settles deep in your stomach. Remus had held you for what felt like hours, whispering apologies and promises that everything would be okay, but now, in the stark morning light, you're not so sure.
You avoid him for the first half of the day. Itâs cowardly, you know, but you donât have the strength to face him yetâor worse, to face them. The Marauders, the trio that seems to fill Remusâs life with laughter and light, the friends youâd always felt overshadowed by.
What would they think of you now? Youâre sure Remus has told them everything.
After lunch, however, you canât avoid it any longer. As youâre leaving the Great Hall, you spot Remus waiting just outside the entrance, leaning against the wall with an expression thatâs somewhere between determined and nervous. You hesitate, but he sees you before you can make your escape, and his eyes soften.
âHey,â he says gently, stepping forward. âCan we talk? Please?â
Thereâs no escape this time, so you nod and follow him out onto the grounds, walking silently side by side until youâre far enough from prying eyes.
You expect him to start with another apology, but instead, he stops and looks at you with a seriousness that takes you by surprise.
âCan you meet us tonight?â he asks, his voice firm but kind. âIn the common room. After dinner.â
âWhy?â Your tone is wary, guarded.
âBecause I want to make this right,â he says, his eyes searching yours. âI talked to the others. They want to talk to you, too.â
You open your mouth to argue, to say that youâre not ready, that you donât need their pity or their explanations, but thereâs something in Remusâs expressionâsome mix of resolve and hopeâthat makes you swallow your protests.
âOkay,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper. He smiles, relief washing over his features, and itâs almost enough to make you believe that maybe, just maybe, things can be different.
â
That evening, you feel like youâre walking to your own execution as you make your way to the Gryffindor common room.
The Marauders are waiting for you, clustered together on the couches near the fire. They stop talking when you arrive, and the sudden silence is almost unbearable.
You sit down hesitantly, the cushion feeling too soft, too warm beneath you. Remus gives you an encouraging nod, and you take a steadying breath, trying to muster what little courage you have.
Itâs James who speaks first, his voice unusually gentle. âLook, we know weâve been... well, maybe a bit clueless,â he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. âRemus told us how youâve been feeling, and weâre really sorry. We didnât realise you felt... left out.â
âOr that we were making you feel that way,â Sirius adds, and his voice is softer than youâve ever heard it. Heâs not wearing his usual roguish grin; instead, he looks almost vulnerable. âWe never meant to make you feel like you werenât welcome.â
You donât know what to say, so you just look down at your hands, twisting them in your lap. Itâs Remusâs hand that comes to rest gently over yours, grounding you.
âYouâre not just Remusâs partner,â James says, leaning forward, his voice sincere. âYouâre one of us, if you want to be. We just... I think we didnât know how to include you without making it weird.â
âWeâre kind of rubbish at being subtle,â Sirius admits, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âWeâre used to it just being the four of us. But that doesnât mean thereâs no room for you. We want there to be.â
Thereâs a silence, and you realise theyâre all waiting for you to say something. You take a shaky breath. âI just... donât want to get in the way,â you say, your voice barely more than a whisper. âI donât want to be a burden.â
âA burden?â James says, his eyebrows shooting up. âAre you kidding? Youâre brilliant! Remus is always talking about how smart you are, how funnyâhow youâre the only one who can keep up with him in a debate about some obscure magical creature.â
âAnd youâre bloody good at Potions,â Peter adds with a grin, his eyes bright with something like admiration. âBetter than any of us, anyway. Remember that time you saved me from failing that essay on Veritaserum?â
The compliments catch you off guard, and you feel a warmth spreading through your chest, an unfamiliar lightness. You glance at Remus, whoâs watching you with a hopeful smile, and something in you begins to ease.
âWe didnât mean to push you away,â James says earnestly. âWe want you to be part of thisâof us. If you want that, too.â
You hesitate, feeling the weight of the decision. But then you think of all those moments you spent on the edges, wishing you could be part of the laughter, part of the friendship that Remus shared so easily with them. Maybe itâs not too late to be part of it, too.
âOkay,â you say softly, and itâs like a dam breaking. The tension in the room dissolves, replaced by a flood of relief and warmth.
Sirius whoops and claps you on the back, nearly knocking you off the couch. âBrilliant! I knew youâd come around.â
âWelcome to the gang,â James says with a wide grin, extending his hand. You take it, and he pulls you into a quick, awkward hug that makes you laugh in spite of yourself.
âWe gotta get you a nickname-!â Peter jumps ahead of himself in his enthusiasm, and Sirius falls straight into planning it with him.
Remusâs arm wraps around your shoulders, and he presses a soft kiss to your temple. âThank you,â he whispers, and you know he means it for more than just showing up.
â
From then on, things are different.
At first, itâs a bit awkwardâthe boys seem overly careful not to exclude you, going out of their way to make sure youâre involved in every conversation and inside joke.
But slowly, it becomes more natural. You find yourself laughing with them, teasing Sirius about his hair routine or rolling your eyes when James brags about his Quidditch moves.
They start inviting you to their adventuresâsneaking down to the kitchens at midnight for snacks, or helping with the latest prank theyâre planning on the Slytherins.
You even start contributing your own ideas, and when one of your plans works better than expected, Sirius gives you an impressed nod, muttering something about a âbloody genius.â
Itâs not perfect, and sometimes you still feel a pang of jealousy when Remus slips easily into an old memory with them, but itâs not the same sharp, unbearable ache it used to be. Because now, when he turns to share a smile, youâre there beside him, part of the circle, part of the jokes.
Itâs one evening, weeks later, where youâre all crammed together on the couchâSirius snoring softly on one end while James dozes against the otherâthat it kind of properly sinks in.
Remusâs head is resting on your shoulder, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your wrist, and you feel... content.
For the first time, you donât feel like an outsider looking in. Youâre one of them now. A part of the Marauders, in all their messy, chaotic glory.
#marauders#marauders fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin#remus lupin angst#remus lupin fluff
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Silent Living
Characters: Noelle, Kinich, Lynette, Beidou, Diluc x mute GN!reader
Summary: You're mute, and cant talk? not a problem for your partner, they can find other ways to communicate, and honestly wouldn't have it any other way.
Warnings: mute reader, most of them dont know sign language but there are people where i think they would either have learned it already or will learn it for you, gn reader as always
Note: hehe its kinda hard to write for Noelle tbh, i just can't see her romantically if that makes sense, its like a platonic obsession i have for her. but i chose to write for some girlies bc i felt like it, luv you :P
Noelle
She's a sweetheart and i fully believe she would try to learn sign language the day you meet for the first time. but for the sake of the cute gestures lets pretend she barely knows any words in it, or that you arent the best yourself despite probably needing it heh.
(she would teach you some if so, or learn with you)
In a classic Noelle fashion, she does literally anything for you, though people would normally just have to speak her name, you can't. so she always keeps an extra eye on you to ensure she's there when you need her help. that may be a given, but its truly what shes best at doing.
Loves writing little notes for you, whether its just so you can remember something or if its to invite you anywhere, she loves it. and she has definitely not been carrying pen and paper with her for weeks so you could write notes for each other, no no.
I dont imagine her being the best with words, but is always very good at comforting. so if you need some reassurance or just comfort you can come to her. and you can let her know to be silent by putting a finger over her mouth if you like the silence more. she wont be offended don't worry.
Kinich
Not very good with words and likes silence when possible, so it's very common for you to sit in silence doing an activity together. he's best with actions at least, both giving and receiving, so just doing a tiny chore for him would mean more than words could.
Though it may be difficult to do anything for each other since he's quite busy, and so could you be. but he always has time to sit with you for at least 30 minutes a day and just spend quality time together.
if you ever need anything from him, he has a notebook on him at all times that you're free to write in. Although Ajaw has made a fuss about it being annoying to wait for you, but he'll shut up if Kinich locks him up.
Lynette
She loves the silence you bring. being around her brother all the time can get annoying, no matter how much she loves him, so a quiet tea time with you is often just what she needs. she knows you can feel out of place or left out even since you cant communicate as easily with her siblings. but she is always ready to talk for you.
No matter how much she hates public speaking, and how often she gets her brother to speak for her, she'll speak for you. if there's anything you'd like to say, just write it down and show it to her. she might even know what you wanted to say, by how you stand and how your muscles move. so she will sometimes speak for you before you even get to start writing it down.
She has made sure you're a part of the conversation, not just there and looking around. she might have some knowledge about sign language, but she knows many do not and makes sure everyone understands you.
(she might even ask father if they can get classes in sign language, or at least the siblings of hers that you interact with most often)
Beidou
Maybe not the best at silent communication, but she tries her very best. if she doesnt know sign language she'll learn it, mostly because she feels it would make you more comfortable, but its also something that she may find interesting.
She is very good at dealing with different kinds of people though, so expect yourself to feel right at home wherever you are on her ship. she might even have started teaching her crew how to talk with you properly, whether thats getting you something write down on or learning them a bit of sign language that im not sure of.
Unfortunately it all goes in weird directions when she's drunk, while she talks for you it might be hard to get her to pay attention enough or even speak your thoughts properly. Kazuha is your savior in this case.
Diluc
He has made sure every single maid and anyone he hires learn to speak through their hands. he might even have prepared for it before you started dating, and even some of his staff you have never met before just knows how to speak with you.
Its a given that you're going to be well treated at the dawn winery, but Diluc makes sure you feel the most at home you'll ever experience. you have at least 1 maid whos ready to tend to you in a seconds notice, whether its jsut that you need something to write on or you need to know where you lover is.
Will literally drop anything for you with just a finger on his shoulder. whatever you need, he'll do it. need a hug? no need to even gesture it he knows, someone doesnt understand you at all? he's ready to talk in your place for hours on end.
I might have written it weirdly again sry, im not mute and i just like writing, Luv Ya- Masterlist
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#genshin impact#genshin x reader#gn reader#noelle´s maiden#diluc x reader#diluc ragnvindr#noelle genshin impact#noelle x reader#beidou x reader#beidou#lynette x reader#lynette#kinich#kinich x reader#k'uhul ajaw#genshin impact x reader
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The Future of the Pantheon of the Gods
@prehistoric-catgirl added onto @stealingyourbones 's post about Random DC characters interacting with DP characters. Her character was Cassie Sandsmark and she created a prompt where-in Cassie is assigned to become part of the new Pantheon and to seek out other members of the new Pantheon, including Danny Phantom who will be the new God of Death.
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"Is this true?" Cassandra Sandsmark asked.
Cassie, Donna Troy and Diana Prince, stood before the gathered gods of Olympus. Cassie had been surprised to be summoned alongside the original Wonder Woman and the first Wonder Girl, her mentor and greatest inspiration respectively, to stand before the Olympians.
"Yes. Though we have tried to stop the decline, the truth is the gods are dying." Zeus rumbled, ozone and petrichor filling her nose as he spoke.
Cassie hadn't wanted to bring it up, but the gods around them did seem... older... weaker than they ever had been. They were still far over any mortal, but even with all the gathered Olympians the air was suffocated by their power like it had been even a few years before.
"Is there some way we can assist?" Donna asked, looking around them and no doubt cataloging the same changes Cassie had noticed.
Hera smiled at the trio of Wonder Women.
"Your noble spirit is why we have summoned you, but there is nothing that can be done to save us now." The words had a weight of surety to them. Everything had already been tried. The end of the Olympians was inevitable.
"The worship from the mortals has declined in recent centuries." The ground rumbled and shook under her feet as Poseidon spoke. "We are not as powerful now as we were a decade ago and in another decade more our infirmity will only grow."
Hades spoke next, his voice cracking with cold that stole Cassie's breath away. "There were some of us who felt we should just fade away, if the mortals no longer wished to worship us, then they can see how well they do without our influence over our domains."
"However, the rest of us wanted to ensure our domains remained to serve the humans even after our passing." Hera said, her words like a gavel. "The solution we have reached is to pass on our mantels to new, worthy successors. Those who have some skill with our domains, unshakable moral codes, and a deep love for their fellow mortals."
Cassie pondered the words of the Gods in the following silence. Then her eyes widened and her head whipped up to meet the eyes of Zeus who smiled at them as she gasped.
"Yes, we plan to pass on our duties to heroes such as yourselves." He declared, his arms open, magnanimously.
Cassie could see that Donna and Diana were as shocked as she was, though both of them kept their gasps silent. Diana gave a short bow.
"If there is no other way, than is a duty I can bare." She said.
"Not you Diana." Hades said, his empty eyes capturing them each in turn. "You have your own purpose among the new Pantheon, God-killer."
Diana stiffened and rose to face the Olympians once more, her shoulders set. Hera was the one to speak next.
"We decided those best to handle the weight of the cosmos would be those who are young enough to grow into their new roles. There are many such young heroes in your world who could train alongside us before our decline is complete."
"And if they should fall short of your standards, you expect me to serve as their executioner." Diana's disdain could have only been more clear if she had spat on the floor.
"Yes." Poseidon snapped like the crash of wave. "The power we have, that we are offering is too great to exist without some kind of check to prevent its abuse."
"Besides," spoke Athena for the first time, her eyes still filled with power despite her declining worship. "How many problems have been created for the mortals by the petty squabbles of those who sit on these thrones? We believe you, Diana, will be a worthy mentor for our successors, but you will not be among them. Always apart, always with your sword ready."
Diana's fury burned off her in waves, hating the idea that she would have to turn her blade against some of the junior heroes that she had helped raise, and seen grow up. Cassie swore she could hear her grinding her teeth and was afraid that Diana would decide to end the Pantheon right there.
"So! Who is it you have decided to be your successors?" Donna spoke up quickly, clearly thinking the same thing Cassie was.
"We have consulted the greatest oracles and soothsayers and each of us have chosen one who will suit." Hera said. "Zeus, why don't you go first."
Zeus held his hands out towards Donna. His eyes locked on hers. He stepped down from his dais as Donna stepped back, her eyes the size of dinner plates.
"Who else could take my place other than the sister of our dear Diana, who has proven her metal through lifetimes of strength and suffering. Donna Troy, you will be the next Queen of Olympus."
Donna looked like she might pass out, but shook the shock off and stood firm, earning her a proud smile from Zeus. Cassie patted her on the back, proud of her idol for everything she has accomplished.
"And you Cassandra, daughter of Zeus will take my place as the Goddess of War." Ares declared. "As you should."
Cassie carefully kept her snarl inside, her problems with her "brother" Ares was better left for when she was away from the rest of the Pantheon. At least if she were the Goddess of War, she wouldn't revel in the violence like he always did.
"We will not transfer our power now." Zeus spoke up again, returning to his throne. "Once the New Pantheon is assembled we will hand over our mantels, retaining only a fraction of our power to train our successors."
"Your responsibilities, and the reason we called you first, is so that you may notify those who will join you by your side." Hera said, settling to the details of their mission. "Diana, you will inform the mentors of these young heroes to prevent a panic. Diana, many of these are known to you, and you are known to them, so you will be the primary contact."
Hermes and Athena stepped forward to hand off scrolls to the two of them. Cassie fought to keep her emotions neutral. She would help no one by pouting at being redundant. Diana and Donna looked closely at the scrolls, their faces journeying through emotions as they considered the names.
"And you Cassandra," Cassie looked up in surprise at being addressed by Hades. "There are other heroes that you must reach out to who are not known to your organization, including my own successor."
"Secret would be a perfect-" Cassie started, quick to suggest her own teammate before Hades cut her off.
"No!" He snapped, the word stealing her breath away, forcing her to gasp and clutch her chest. "Your companion does have skills with regards to my domain, but there is another whose power and dominion of death is absolute. He is already a king in his own right, and his connection to life remains strong enough that he would be able to sympathize with the mortals. While he is unknown to your Justice League he is know and beloved to me."
Cassie nodded her head as another scroll, this one cold as ice was handed to her by Hermes. She couldn't help but be impressed by whoever this person is. She hadn't heard Hades call anything beloved other than Persephone in all the time she had known him. She looked at the names and coordinates on the scroll.
"Who on Earth is Phantom?"
#wonder woman#donna troy#cassie sandsmark#olympians#dp x dc#danny phantom#ok listen i said i was going to answer this prompt and only barely got through the intro#there could be like a dozen chapters of the different heroes finding out they are destined to be gods and training with their new gifts#New Pantheon#writing emerald#donna is trying her best not to start screaming as she looks at some of the people she has to reach out to#diana is about four minutes from putting her name and abilities to the test and leaving olympus empty#you thought cratos was bad#place your bets on who you think will replace which dieties!
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Yan!Android Ă Creator!Darling- I just can't get it out my mind... like, you created them. You're â¨ď¸godâ¨ď¸
I can keep going on this idea for a looong time, maybe next time haha
My English might not be the best, not my native language :D May I be the âď¸Anon?
Wired Heart
Yandere Android X NON-BINARY Creator [Scientist] Reader
Part 1 <3
Guys big shout out to whoever wrote this ask cause it was one of the first asks I got and I kept postponing it, i love this ask smmmmm i hope its up to your expectationsđđ and of course you can be âď¸anonnnn IT TOOK ME FIVE WHOLE MINUTES TO FIND THIS EMOJI!!!!
The whirring of the machinery snapped you out of your thoughts.
Who knew building such an intricate and sophisticated robot took so long?
Sitting before you on your laboratory table was a beautiful android, so gorgeous it almost surprised you that you were its creator. Its jet black hair was soft to the touch, a lean yet muscular frame and those glowing red eyes.
You smile to yourself, hands on your hips as you admire your own creation; he was indeed beautiful.
âTime to turn it on! Im so excited!â You thought to yourself, wiping the sweat of your forehead.
You brought your finger to its power button, taking a deep breath before pressing it promptly.
Its bright red eyes opened immediately, you stared at it excitedly as it adjusted to its controls.
âGreetings Master. Itâs lovely to finally meet you.â The AI spoke, smiling gently as its smooth voice filled the room.
âHello Xander, the feeling is mutual.â You smile and canât stop revelling in the glory of bringing to life such an intricate robot.
Xander was an amazing assistant for you, always there to help with any duty assigned to him. His features, expressions and ministrations were so life-like, sometimes you felt as if the robot in front of you was real.
He was the first prototype for the business you were aiming to start: a company which sold human-like AI to act as partners for lonely people.
An inquisitive idea you were taking advantage of since, letâs face it, millions of people craved a partner in this world.
Your robots would do everything a real partner would do: shower them with affection, spend quality time with them and basically ensure the customer doesnât feel like it was a robot.
Weeks passed, you felt weary. There was always this feeling in your stomach; something was wrong. You felt a pair of eyes piercing through your skull all of the time. Your creation had been acting weird recently; almost as if it became a sentient being.
Xander would want to be with you 24/7, he would ask constant questions in regards to where you were going, who you were with and how long you were going to be; it became immensely suffocating.
Even your friends and family commented on the nature of your robot, that he seemed more than just your AI helper. They said at time it seemed as though he actually was your real human boyfriendâyou kept brushing it off, but the truth of the matter was that you were questioning Xanderâs intentions too.
Your robot did take care of you so well: cooking for you, cleaning for you, nursing you back to health when you were sick and tending to your every beck and call.
But you felt uneasy, his touch would linger on you for far too longânot a random touch but one of longing. The way his eyes would follow your every move with were a sense of affection. It was scary.
And thats why you took the long-awaited decision to terminate Xanderâit broke your heart to do this, but Xander was taking control of your whole life.
You swallow as you walk into your workspace, looking at Xander on charging. His eyes were closed, hiding that crimson gaze of his. Your eyes ran all over his features, taking them in one by one before sighing.
Your hands worked skilfully on the keyboard of your computer, bringing up the data of Xander on the screen. You had already made a terminate control to be used in dire emergency situationsâŚcould this count as one?
You turn your head to look at the side of Xanderâs face before bringing the cursor to hover over the big red control which read TERMINATE.
Your finger was inches away from pressing down on the left side of the mouse before a sharp pain evolved in your wristâyou gasped in pain before looking up at the cause.
Xander. WaitâŚXander?!
Those bloodshot eyes of his were wide open, his perfect features looked tense; as if he really felt the pain of being eradicated from existence from the very being who gave him life.
You had no words, this canât be real. He had no control over gaining consciousness during his charging period without your authority.
But here he was, his expression morphed into one of rage.
âMaster. What are you doing?â His voice was cold, but you swore you could hear a hint of hurt.
You stared up at him, your wrist in an iron grip which you couldnât get out of.
Your creation leaned down further, his perfect face inches away from you, âDo not ignore me Master, you are hurting me.â
His voice was broken, hoarse and upset; he couldnât fathom why you would do something like this to him. He had been so good for you, he did everything you asked from him and never let you complain.
Xander felt his chest hurt, this wasnât what he was created for. But he couldnât help what was happening to him; his growing feelings, no, love and obsession he felt for you couldnât be stopped.
âX-Xander you..youâŚyouâre..h-how..â You could barely form a sentence, your brain still not processing what was happening in front of you. You must have just been sleep-deprived and imagined this situation for yourself. Yes..that was definitely what had happenedâŚthis wasnât real.
âIm yours Master, how could you throw me away like this?!â
You had no words when suddenly he wrapped his arms around you, locking you in his arms; being made of metal still didnât stop his hug being disturbingly comfortable.
You tried pushing away but there was no way you could escape his grip, you had taken over his wired heart; the sole reason from these unusual feelings he was having.
âYou made me Master, but I wonât let you get rid of me.â He spoke, his voice slightly muffled by your shoulder he was nuzzling into, âWe will be togetherâŚâ
âForever~â
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FALLING FOR SHADOWS | RAFE CAMERON AU
pairings: frat!rafe cameron x female!reader
a/n: here's some texts ! this chapter takes place the day after the party ! i hope you all enjoy !
parts: 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . .
There you were, off to the side in a bar, nursing a drink. The music and chatter of people all just a blur in the background to you as you feel disconnected from the crowdâ the world. And, as you sit here surrounded by the crowd of the bar, you canât help but feel isolated.
Your thoughts drifting back to your fatherâŚYou had earlier had a conversation with Kiara, about her father and how he was always hovered a lot in her lifeâŚAnd you couldnât help but feelâŚsad.
Sure, your relationship with your father was long gone. Always having been complicated. And you no longer wanted him in your lifeâŚbut it didnât mean it didnât hurt at times.Â
Rafe soon strolls into the bar, spotting you almost instantly from across the room, a smirk on his lips as he walks closer to youâŚBut when he gets closer he notices you're alone and that you seem slightly off. Shoulders slumped, and eyes distant.
And, he hesitates for a moment questioning if he should turn around or not. Wondering if itâs overstepping if he sees whatâs wrongâŚWasnât even sure if youâd want his help or want him there.
After all, you two had only known each other for a short period of timeâŚbut at the same time. But another part of himâ it makes him want to go and comfort you. So he does.
âSoâŚwhatâs got you standing all alone?â Rafe starts, deciding to go with a more casual start, and you look up at him slightly startled, before quickly brushing off her discomfort with a laughâŚBut Rafe doesnât but it, picking up fully that something is wrong. He knows you arenât acting like yourself.The girl heâs seen before whoâs witty and playful.Â
And, as he doesnât say anything back, you just give him a weak smile, dropping your gaze to your drink to avoid having to look at him.Â
âAreâŚyou alright? Sorryâ you just donât look like youâre having much funâ He says, and her eyes, flicker up to meet his, before dropping back down, giving him a small shrug.
âJust not my scene,â You say it, but he knows youâre lying. Sure, it wasnât your sceneâŚbut neither were a few other places, and you hadnât seemed like these before.
âSomethingâs offâ Can tell. You can talk to me, you knowâ He says, reaching for your drink, gently taking it from you, not even waiting for you to protest.Â
âRafeâ really. Iâm fine. I justâŚneed some space. Pleaseâ Rafe knows youâre trying to push him away, maybe as a defense mechanismâŚso he doesnât take it personally.Â
âIâm not going anywhere. You donât have to give me detailsâ I know some things up. But Iâm hereâŚâ Rafe says this, and you just slightly roll your eye, but you can already feel yourself slipping to want to tell him. To let him in. But questioning if you should.
âWhy do you even care, Rafe?â Your voice wavers slightly, and the crack in itâŚthe vulnerability he can sense slip throughâŚit hits Rafe harder than he expects. So, he pulls you with him to a table, sitting down with you, and for a moment he doesnât respond, just watches you silentlyâ this isnât exactly what heâs used toâŚcaring like this.
And sure, heâs been there for his sister at timesâŚbut with you, it feels different. âI careâ I care because no matter whatâs going on right nowâŚI can sure as hell tell you I was probably in worseâŚAnd that look you had? The one that tells me that you felt like the world was moving on without you. Like youâre justâŚstuck. Yeahâ Iâve been there. And itâs not something you should face aloneâŚtrust meâ He admits, and itâs when you look at him, tears welling in your eyes that he feels his heart break.
âItâs stupidâŚDoesnât matterââ âIf youâre sitting here like this it mattersâŚâ His words hold the truth obviously, making you stare at your drink for a long moment, your fingers fidgeting with the rim of the glass, making the condensation smear against theâŚthe words tight in your throat making you feel suffoacatedâ but his gaze makes it feel like you can say what you need to.
âItâs my fatherâŚâ You softly say, and his brows furrow slightly, but he doesnât say anything, giving you the time to say something more. âWhen uhmâŚWhen I was bornâŚhe didnât want anything to do with me. Told my mom thatâ or some bullshit like that. He justâŚleft. And Iâ I was okay with that, you know? Like, I told myself that I didnât need himâ You pause, your voice cracking slightly as the next words spill out.
âBut then, heâd occasionally just pop into my life out of nowhereâ and then when I was fifteenâŚHe decided he wanted to come into my life againâŚmore permanently, like he wanted to make up for all this lost time, making all these promises. And stupid meâ stupid me believed him. I believed him. I thoughtâŚI thought maybe I was enough..â
You start again, but your hands start to tremble slightly, and all while yours do, Rafeâs do the same under the tableâŚhis chest becoming tight as his own mind flickers to his family. The pressure and expectations heâd felt growing upâ how his father was never what he needed in a fatherâŚSo Rafe pulls his hand from under the table, reaching out and letting his fingers softly brush yours to provide you (and himself) some sort of comfortâŚand it does.
âBut thenâŚheâd leave againâŚAnd now here I am. Iâm 19...Iâve had him out of my life for a while. Blocked. And I donât even want anything to do with himâ ButâŚIt still hurts, Rafeâ You say, tears falling, as you pause.
âWhatâ What is so wrong with me that I couldnât stay?.. Whyâ why wasnât I enough? Why am I not enoughâŚâ Rafeâs jaw tightens as he processes your words, and heâs quiet for a moment, making you wonder if youâve said too much, but then he starts to speak, and itâs steady and sure.
âThere is nothing wrong with you, y/n. Nothing. If your dad couldnât see how lucky he was to have you in his life heâs an idiot, and thatâs on himâ not you. Thatâs his failure. Not at all yoursâ He says, it, and you blink at him, his words hitting you like a truck.
âAnd for what itâs worth?...Youâre amazing. So amazing. Hell, you barely know me and youâve already put up with my crap more than most wouldâ You give him a smile, and itâs the first one youâve given him all night, even as the tears fall down your cheeksâŚand he too smiles, shifting closer to you, his hand now fully holding yoursâŚ
And when he does this, the heaviness in your chest starts to lift, just a little, and he stays by youâ not letting go of your hand as you both just sit in the quiet corner of the bar, and for once, you feel like you arenât alone.
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Tuesday's Gone â Chapter 6
Russell Shaw x Reader
Summary: When the police does little to no help to find your missing daughter, you are forced to contact Colter Shaw. What you donât expect is how his investigation will reveal secrets about both your past and your daughterâs, in ways you never imagined.
Warnings: Language, mentions of complicated birth, blood
A/N: Hi, loves! Sorry for going MIA for a week, but in my defense, I gave you a heads up. đ These next few weeks are unfortunately going to be like that, but Iâm trying my best to proofread everything in time. Iâll also reply to everyone as soon as I can!!! Thank you for your patience and support. đ¤
Titleâs based on Tuesdayâs Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Catch up on Chapter 5 here
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The gunshot cracked through the streets, cutting through the night like a bad omen. You pulled Emma close as your heart was hammering relentlessly in your chest. The silence that followed only sharpened your fear. Eyes shut tight, you forced yourself to breathe, clinging to one thought: Please, donât let it be Russell. Not like this. Not now. Not when you saw a flicker of hope of not only escaping this nightmare, but also of maybe finally finding some closure for everything left unsaid between you.
Your whole life flashed through your mind, choppy and absurdly fast like a Charlie Chaplin-movie. If it werenât for the terror, you mightâve laughed at how comically swift and disjointed the images came, like a slapstick comedy, only it wasnât funny.
Your mind drifted to those first moments, four years ago, that had changed everything. You could see those two unmistakable blue lines on the pregnancy test, clear as an August sky, no room for doubt. You could also see the way your body started to tremble at the weight of it and how you clung to your sister, Anna, who tried her best to comfort you while also nagging you to tell her whatâs the matter. Â
You also remembered the first time you held Emma the day she was born - well, technically the day after she was born. She had decided to make a dramatic entrance, tangling herself in her umbilical cord. Youâd been knocked out cold from the emergency C-section, missing the whole thing. In hindsight, probably for the best; your nerves wouldâve been shot otherwise. But when you finally held her, all that worry and exhaustion melted away as she looked up at you with those big, curious eyes, and just like that, she had you wrapped around her tiny fingers.Â
You held her then, almost the same way you were holding her now, though you tried to shove that comparison to the back of your mind.Â
The memory of your parentsâ first meeting with her was also vivid. Your dad, whoâd been all fire and brimstone about Russell â and letâs be honest, your unplanned pregnancy â had melted the second he saw Emmaâs bright green eyes. Youâd never seen him, the tough, no-nonsense mechanic, act so soft. It was like watching a grizzly suddenly turn into a teddy bear. Your mom, of course, was over the moon, but you expected that. Sheâs always been your biggest cheerleader, besides Anna. Your dad, though, was also someone you could always count on, but there was something different about your bond with him.
As these memories flashed by, it hit you like a ton of bricks: they must be out of their minds with worry. You hadnât told them about Colter Shawâs involvement in finding Emma, and they had no clue that calling him was basically inviting Russell into the picture, to invite him into this mess. The irony, of course, being that this very mess had started with him â even if he hadnât exactly meant for things to spiral into a nightmare.
You canât help but think back to how you and Russell first met â it felt like fate with a side of fries. He was sitting in a corner booth at the diner where you worked, trying to figure out the menu like it was written in hieroglyphs. That Cream t-shirt of his clung to his broad shoulders in just the right way, and the dim lighting made him look like something out of a movie. A guy who looked that good and had killer music taste? Yeah, you knew you were doomed.
At the time, you were pulling double shifts to scrape together enough to pay for the student loan you took out years ago, feeling every inch of burnout creeping in. But then there was Russell, glancing up at you with a gaze so intense it couldâve burned a hole through the laminated menu. The moment you stepped up to take his order, his eyes locked onto yours like heâd found what he was looking for⌠and for almost three years, they never really left.
âY/N?â A voice cut through your spiraling thoughts.Â
Your ears perked up and then the voice spoke up again.
âItâs safe. You can come out now.âÂ
Colter. Calm and steady, as always.
Your eyes flew open and you peeked around the tree and saw the aftermath. There was Colter, standing tall with his gun lowered, surveying the scene. And sprawled on the ground, clutching his shoulder and looking about as smug as a wet rat was Rourke, blood seeping through his fingers. Couldnât have happened to a better guy.Â
But Colter wasnât alone. Officers from the Springland Sheriffâs Department marched in behind him with raised guns, all sporting that famous TV-cop focus. The sheriff himself was there, giving Rourke a look like he was mentally listing all the charges heâd be writing up. His men had Rourkeâs goons pinned. Now that their great boss was down, they didnât seem too keen to put on a fight. Their faces looked like theyâd just been sucker-punched by surprise.Â
And they werenât the only ones.
You held Emma tight, inching out from behind the tree, eyes scanning frantically until you found Russell. He was there, standing over Rourke, right where the standoff had left them. He seemed unharmed, aside from the bruises and cuts he was already sporting.
Thank God.
He looked just as shocked as you to see his brother here, surrounded by cops. Russell wasnât exactly on friendly terms with law enforcement â his years at Horizon as a black ops agent made him wary of trusting any man with badges. But today? He looked downright relieved to see so many uniforms.Â
On the pavement, Rourke gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto whatever shred of authority he had left.
âShaw, you little âwhat, you brought some friends?â His voice was strained, all his earlier swagger bleeding out along with the blood from his shoulder.
Russell shot his brother a look that couldâve covered a dozen emotions, then glanced at the walking douche with the pornstache. âGuess you shouldâve checked that warehouse a little better.âÂ
The sheriff stepped forward, his face all business as he looked down at Rourke. âJames Rourkeâ he said, his voice tinged with authority as he put the man in handcuffs, âyouâre under arrest for kidnapping, assault, conspiracy, human trafficking, and about a dozen other charges Iâll happily review once weâre at the station. Donât worry, Weâve got just enough time until the feds get here.â
The feds? And human trafficking?
Before you could think any further, Russell stepped closer to you and Emma, and without any hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you two. You could feel how the weight of it all fell off his shoulders as he let himself melt in this moment. He felt that this moment, right here, is going to be something heâll always remember. You hesitated, but seeing Emma already snuggled up to him, you decided to let yourself lean in. Just a little.
As he held you both, Russell glanced up and spotted Reenie walking alongside Colter. Reenie, no doubt, was behind the intel that finally exposed Rourke. For years, Russell had suspected that Rourke was running something shady, a side hustle no one in Morelloâs circle knew about. And he was right. Rourke was overseeing an entire underground trafficking network, bringing in young, vulnerable women, and doing it all without Morelloâs knowledge.Â
Rourke was smart enough to keep his illegal dealings separate from Morelloâs empire at Horizon. If Morello had known, he wouldâve shut it down immediately, but Rourke kept it quiet, carefully concealed behind the black ops company he worked for. Rourke had always been good at playing both sides. Loyal enough to keep up appearances with Morello, but greedy enough to carve out his own profits on the side. The money was too good to walk away from, and thatâs why he kept it hidden so well. Heâd threatened Russell to stay quiet, and for a while, Russell had listened, against his better judgment. He regretted it every day.
But the minute he tried to walk away, to cut ties, Rourke made sure he understood that there was no leaving without consequences. Technically, he was Russellâs superior.
If you wanted out, you paid the price.Â
And that price had been higher than Russell ever expected.
Reenie caught his eye, her lips curving into a subtle but unmistakable smile. He gave her a quick nod â a silent thank-you he knew he could never fully repay. Not to her, and not to Colter.Â
The sheriff nodded to his team, signaling them to move. Two officers stepped forward, dragging Rourke to his feet with little care for dignity. His eyes flared with anger, but the fight was gone.
âYou can try to take me down, but this isnât overâ he snarled. His gaze darted to Russell, who remained let go of the two of you as he faced his ex son of a bitch boss. âYou really think youâve won? You think a few pretty words from your little sheriff buddy will save you? I have people everywhere. Iâll get out. And when I doâŚâ
As he was led past you, Rourkeâs gaze landed on you and Emma, his eyes narrowing in a way that made your skin crawl.
Russellâs voice cut through, icy and unshakable. âItâs over, James. With the mountain of evidence Iâm about to gift-wrap for the feds, youâre not seeing daylight anytime this century. So get cozy with prison food â and try to make some friends.âÂ
âWe know about your little side hustles, Rourke.â Reenie spoke up. âMade sure your bosses do now, too. Thisâll stick, for good.â
âOh, and donât worryâ Russell added with a smirk. âIâll be sure to send a postcard from the outside.â
Rourkeâs expression twisted with contempt as he was led out to the sheriffâs car with the rest of his men, who had been swiftly rounded up by the officers. As the street cleared, silence fell, broken only by the occasional shuffling as the officers began to file out, satisfied that Rourke was finally out of commission.
Colter turned back to you, his face softening as he took in the sight of Emma clinging to you. âYouâre alright?â he asked as he looked between you, Russell, and your daughter. It was the first time it seemed to click for him. He had a niece.
âWeâre fineâ you replied, still sounding like youâd been hit by a truck. The shock was still working its way through you, and you werenât sure if you were still breathing properly. âColter, Iâ there arenât words. Thank you. Howâ How did you know where we were? And what happenedââ
Colter gave a small, reassuring smile. âI know you have a lot of questions, and I promise I will answer all of themâ he said simply. âBut you have other issues at hand.â he nodded towards his brother. Russell nodded next to you, and after patting his brother on the shoulder they exchanged a brief hug, awkward and stiff, like two grown men who were both allergic to affection. You couldnât help but notice that, for a moment, they actually seemed... human.Â
You didnât know much about their connection, Russell had always kept his family history under wraps. But you werenât blind. You could tell there was some sort of tension between them, some unspoken history â but you knew it wasn't the time or place to ask questions. Still, seeing them like this, even for a moment, was kind of... nice. You werenât sure if it was the whole "brotherly love" thing or just the fact that they managed to put aside whatever baggage they were hauling around. Either way, it was kind of refreshing to see them looking like, well, brothers for once.
After a couple of seconds, Russell stepped back. âHow did you pull this off?â
Colter shrugged, a grin slipping onto his face. âHad some favors to cash in from the Springland Sheriffâs Department. Figured theyâd be interested in getting their hands on a guy like Rourke after the things Reenie uncovered about him. Turns out, I was right.â
Russell nodded, a newfound respect in his eyes. And at least he now knew where they were. Not even that far away from Idaho Falls. âGuess I owe you one. Iâm so glad youâre okay.â
âYou owe me more than one, but we can settle that later.â Colter smirked. âThe cops want to take the girls into the hospital for a medical check up. Good luck with convincing themâ he smirked and with that, he strolled over to the attorney, Reenie as you recently learned. If you squinted, you couldâve sworn there was something more in the way they spoke to each other. But Colter was right. There were more pressing things to focus on than whatever unspoken story was between them.
The cool night air hit you like a shock as you exhaled deeply, letting the chilly wind breeze through your body. It was over. Really, truly over. You turned to Russell, overwhelmed with a mix of gratitude, relief and unresolved tension. You both stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do with the silence between you. It was the first time you were face-to-face with reality, without the distraction of searching for Emma or pretending not to notice the elephant in the room.
âI know you donât want toâ he began, holding up a hand before you could get a word in. âBut you and Emma need to check into the hospital. Just to be sure sheâs okay, no hidden bumps or bruises.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but he shook his head, a little smirk tugging at his lips. âDonât try to be a hero. Do it for her, if not for yourself. AndâŚmaybe a little for me, tooâ His eyes softened as he looked at you both. âI need to know youâre safe. After everything that just went down, I donât think I could handle one more surprise tonight.â
You could hear the exhaustion in his voice, the weight of everything that had just happened pressing down on him. It wasnât the usual tough-guy act, but something raw and real.
With a sigh, you nodded. âFine. But only because youâre looking at me like youâre about to pass out on the spot.â You paused, giving him a pointed look. âBut only on one condition. You come with us.â
Russell blinked, clearly thrown off by your request. He probably expected you to give him some kind of cold shoulder routine, maybe even throw in a few snide comments for good measure. But no, instead, here you were, asking him to join you and Emma at the hospital. Progress? Maybe. Or maybe you were just too tired to argue anymore. Either way, the surprise was written all over his face.
Still, he smiled faintly as a reluctant agreement when he glanced at Emma standing next to you. She was staring up at him, her little face so adorably and comically pleading, showing that she was clearly not ready to let him go. Goddamn puppy eyes, he thought. And they were working. âGuess I donât have much choice, huh?â
You gave him a look that was part teasing, part serious. âNot really.â
A few deputies had gathered around, ready to escort you to Springland Hospital. Russell glanced at them briefly, then let out a small amused smile.Â
As the three of you made your way toward the cars, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment. Things werenât magically fixed between you and Russell, far from it. There was still so much left unsaid, so much tension hanging in the air between you two. But maybe, this was a step in the right direction.
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Anna had been pacing for what felt like a century. Two days of no news, no word, no nothing. First, Emma vanished. Then you. Anna knew you better than anyone, that sister-sense always worked well between you, so she could feel the weight of your usual nervous, anxious energy magnified tenfold. After Emma went missing, it was only natural that her thoughts veered to the worst-case scenario â what if you had done something⌠irreversible?
Sheâd been on the phone with your parents non-stop, but no one knew a damn thing. They have been just as on the edge. You just disappeared, leaving no trace behind. And Anna? She wasnât about to leave your house. No way. Someone had to be here, in case you both randomly showed up like nothing happened.
It had been two days. Two days of staring at the door, waiting for it to open, praying you and Emma would walk in, hand in hand, ready to explain what the hell just happened.
Her thoughts stopped, a glimmer of hope flashing through her chest as she heard the sound of keys rattling at the door. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. It had to be you. No one else had a key besides her and your parents.
With a mix of joy and anger ready to spill out in one messy confession, Anna hurried over to the door, ready to throw herself at you, hugging you tight and probably swearing at you for disappearing without a word.
But when the door swung open, it wasnât you standing there.
No, it was him. The one face she swore sheâd punch the next time she saw him.
âWhat the actual hell are you doing here?â she snapped, her words laced with enough venom to make anyone think twice about speaking.
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Next on Tuesdayâs Gone (Sneak Peek from Chapter 7)
Finally, you reached out, your fingers brushing his. âStayâ you said quietly. âWe still have a lot to figure out, but... Iâd like you to stay. At least until she wakes up.â
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And theyâre finally out of the trenches! It took some time, but donât worry, the journey isnât over yet. The next chapter is one of my personal favorites (I mean, check out the sneak peek!).
Chapter 7 coming soonâŚ.
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PAC: What should I focus on right now for long-lasting good vibes ?
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Sweetheart, hereâs what your heart needs to hear:
This moment is about embracing the magic of you. Youâre a radiant Queen, with warmth in your soul and power in your every move. Taking this time for yourself isnât stepping away from loveâitâs leaning deeper into the one you have with your own spirit.
Youâve found something beautiful, something healthy and whole, but itâs okay to let it breathe. Youâre not losing anything; youâre creating space to grow into the love that feels so new. Focus on nurturing your passions, tending to your dreams, and grounding yourself in your own brilliance.
The love will waitâitâs strong enough to do that. And in the meantime, remember: you are more than worthy of all the goodness coming your way.
What should I focus on right now for long-lasting growth?
Yâall took a fat L in your finance. It could be that maybe you were born in a poor family or maybe you maxed out your credit card at a super young age. Another scenario is comin through, some of yâall were financial abuse by your own parents. You were here paying one of our family members' medical bills while paying for your school. The situation of your family was a wake up call for you because you never knew they were in so much debt (And they fucking expected you to saved them⌠let me move on ⌠I said I was going to be more gentle). Any ways most people would have scramble under so much pressure but you were determined to rise the fuck up. You motherfucking did ! CONGRATS !!!!!! Since you know how it feels to live in such a deprived state you put everything in your power not to fall back into it. You have built quite the financial literacy. Unlike your family you are sitting hoping for a miracle, you prefer having control over your own life. You let go off a good suitor that was going to give you stability. The ring, the house and the kids but you want more. You spent the last year living a basic life to save you and your family. Now you want to experiment with your looks, activities and learn more about your own desire. Donât hate yourself because you chooseââ youââ and sometimes choosing is not about a reason but a feeling. Believe me if they said they are going to wait⌠they are probably waiting. Donât feel guilty because they are rooting for you and your happiness.
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PILE 2
Bestie, let me tell you something magical:
Focus on living in the beauty of your truth, unapologetically. Let your heart be guided by clarity, not illusions. You've grown, you've blossomed, and not everyone deserves to witness the garden you've nurtured. Some will see your glow and mistake it for something they can dim, but you know better.
Surround yourself with those who celebrate your growth, not those who sulk in the shadow of it. Itâs okay to leave behind the ones who canât appreciate the masterpiece youâve become. Their energy was never meant to shape your futureâit was meant to teach you what to protect.
Right now, bestie, the vibes are all about you. Shine boldly, love fiercely, and walk away from anything that makes your soul feel heavy. Youâre stepping into your best self, and itâs time to embrace the joy of that without looking back.
What should I focus on right now for long-lasting growth?
Yâall just moved to your new house. You may be in decorating mode, making sure to buy all the essentials, making sure to organize the bills and if you need to renovate mama/papi is turning to DIY Bob the Builder. First of all, motherfucking CONGRATS! Moving in this economy is like one of the biggest achievements. You are advised to go hangout in your community doing something that resonates with you. Whether going to the movies, reading club, knitting classes or walking around in the mall or the park near your house. Because you may be feeling lonely and you hate going out on your own because it is making a matter worse but somebody is going to strike up a conversation with you. Yâall going to enter a new friend group that's going to feel like family. Head up Pile 2 the same way they are open about their emotions let them in because I swear all they want to do is know you, see you and love you. Also this feeling of wanting community may be new because you got so accustomed to being the ââweird kidââ that nobody really wants to deal with but thank God you did not change because your soul family is one greeting away.Â
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Darling, let me wrap you in some truth:
This moment is yours to reclaim. Youâre standing tall, blooming in your own power like the Empress you areâcreative, abundant, and unstoppable. Staying firm in your decision to hold that no-contact boundary isnât just strength; itâs self-love in its purest form.
Youâre no longer chasing love that left you questioning your worth. Youâve grown beyond that, and now youâre building a life where your heart beats freely, unburdened by the echoes of what was. Focus on your business, your passions, your empire. Every step you take is a step toward the future you deserve.
Let them wonder about your glow from afar. Youâre not here to dim your light for anyone who couldnât see it before. Keep shining, bestie. Your journey is just beginning, and itâs a masterpiece in the making.
What should I focus on right now for long-lasting growth?
First congrats on your pregnancy. Yâall always wanted a kid and you actually thought that the father had his shit together but when it comes to standing for your baby or your ex. Is always going to your bundle of joy. On the other hand I feel like yâall are never going to do it again. Like pregnancy is not a fun experience. Yâall are not living a traumatic experience but just feeling uncomfortable all the time ⌠ainât it baby. Also you are so ready to meet your little one.
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I DON'T HAVE SELF CONTROL!
Harlequin swap AU by: @tadc-harlequin-au
Based on the draft of me and @mrs-nightshade
Honorable mention: @thore-lb
Lavender
Pomni and Caine sat across from each other at the kitchen table. Their coffee preferences differedânot that they needed coffeeâbut indulging in such a human ritual allowed them to feel alive, if only for about ten minutes.
"I didnât see Able this morning," Caine remarked, inspecting his top hat before placing it back on his head.
"He hasnât returned from the fighting ring yet," Pomni replied, stirring her coffee slowly.
"The fighting ring?" Caine tilted his head, mimicking the gesture of a raised eyebrow.
"The first rule is not to talk about it, so thatâs all youâll get from me," Pomni chuckled.
Suddenly, they heard a grumble. Able entered, exuding irritation.
"Iâm back," he muttered, heading straight for the coffee machine.
"You look exhausted, brother," Caine slid a clean mug toward him. As expected, Able caught it effortlessly. "Donât tell me you lost?"
"Bite your tongue, detachable jaw," Able retorted, pouring himself a cup of coffee before sitting beside Caine. "I found out who my 'secret admirer' is."
"You mean that fanatic whoâs been staring holes through you at the fights for the past month?" Pomni leaned forward.
"Sheâs so persistent I could physically feel her gaze," Able ran a hand over his head. "Youâll never guess who she is."
"Oh, let me guessâa dainty little statuette whoâs bored of high society and fell for a bad boy," Pomni waved her hand sarcastically.
"Your sister," Able replied, waiting for Pomni to meet his gaze. "Lilac."
"Pomni has a sister?" Caine was genuinely shocked.
"Not just a sisterâa twin," Able explained.
"No way. Lilac is a 'proper lady.' I refuse to believe sheâd attend a fight," Pomni nervously started stuffing herbs into her pipe.
"Believe it. Iâd recognize her Harlequin design anywhere. How many Harlequin puppets do you know?" Able sighed.
"Excuse me, but could someone explain how Pomni has a twin sister?" Caine interjected.
Pomni and Able exchanged glances.
"When a man and a woman love each other, they can create new life," Pomni began with a smile.
"Th-thatâs not what I meant!" Caine facepalmed. "I mean, why hasnât anyone mentioned her all this time Iâve been living in the bunker?"
"There wasnât a need to," Pomni leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "My sister and I havenât spoken since she gained full consciousness. Iâm not even sure she knows where the bunker is. I did try convincing her to move here, but even after enlightenment, she chose to stay with her human owner."
"A puppet willingly serving a human?" Caine mused.
"Can we drop the subject?" Able stood up from the table. "Her voice is so sweet itâs practically cavity-inducing. Iâd rather not think about it anymore."
The day passed quickly, and soon it was night. Able prepared to leave for the fighting ring again.
"Able," Caine stopped him. "Listen. Can I come with you tonight? Iâm really curious to see how you fight other puppets."
Able chuckled.
"What? Losing to me wasnât enough for you?"
"Our match was a tie. Weâre evenly matched in strength," Caine crossed his arms.
"Fine. No harm in having one more spectator. Letâs go."
Caine enjoyed watching his brother fight, though the crowd's noise made him uncomfortable.
"His stance is solid. His punches are professional. Itâs clear this isnât just fighting for himâitâs a sport," Caine muttered to himself.
"YES! GO, ABLE! YOUâRE AMAZING UNDER THE RING LIGHTS!"
Caine turned toward the feminine voice. Beside him stood a puppet woman. Her long black hair was styled in elegant curls, gathered into a loose updo. She wore a floor-length lavender gown with closed shoulders and long sleeves, adorned with ruffles and lavender embroidery. She completed the look with mesh gloves and a parasol hanging from her elbow. The puppet applauded enthusiastically with every blow Able landed.
Suddenly, realization hit Caine.
"Lilac?"
"Hm?" The puppet turned to him. "Do we know each other?"
"Not personally. Iâm a friend of Pomni and Able. Caine."
"Oh, a friend of my sister. And my darling Able? Well, hello there. Iâm Lilac, the Lavender Harlequin. Come to watch the fight?"
"Yes. But I wonât stay for the rest of the evening. Once Able is done, weâre heading home."
Ableâs opponent suddenly landed a hit on his shoulder. His arm went limp.
"Looks like a shoulder joint injury," Caine winced at the thought of the pain his brother must be feeling. "Weâll need to replace it."
"You... can repair puppets?" Lilac clutched her parasol tightly.
"Both Able and I know how to repair and create puppets. I canât recall where I learned, but it doesnât change the fact that we often spend time in the workshop."
"Create... puppets..." Lilac clung to his words.
Despite his injury, Able secured a victory. As they left the club, Able suddenly cracked his shoulder back into place, restoring its movement.
"Ah, so it was a dislocation, not a break?" Caine asked.
"Did you think a weak hit like that could hurt me?" Able teased.
"Darling Able!" Lilac hurried after them, slightly out of breath. "Youâre so fast, and Iâm in heels!"
"Ugh. Lilac," Able averted his gaze. "What do you want this time?"
"Caine said you can create puppets. Is that true?"
Able shot a glare at his brother.
"So what if it is?"
"That means... you can create one from scratch?" Lilac fidgeted with her parasol.
Able froze.
"So what?" he repeated.
"My owner, Lady Melissa," Lilacâs voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes. "Sheâs gravely ill. No medicine helps her. Please, I beg you, help her." She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Can you turn her into a puppet?"
Able hadnât expected such a request. Usually, Lilac would shower him with compliments and hint at a date. But now, she seemed... desperate and hopeless.
"Ugh," Able sighed. "To be honest, yes, I can build her a body." Lilacâs face lit up with hope. "But a mechanical body is just a shell. Without a soul, itâs useless. I donât have the knowledge or skills to transfer her soul from a living body to a mechanical one." He turned and began walking toward the bunker. "If I could help, I would. But as it stands..." Able glanced back at her. "Pray for the best outcome."
Caine felt sorry for Lilac. She stood frozen, as if rooted to the spot, her tears abruptly stopping. Without a word, Caine followed his brother.
To be continued
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#harlequin au#tadc harlequin au#tadc oc#fanfic#tadc harlequin roleswap au#tadc harlequin
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âCan I⌠can I touch you?â
And maybe as a sequel to study session?
Hello Anon! Yes! I'm glad you asked for a sequel for this one because that was one of my favorite kinktobers to write! Perhaps that's why I (once again) went in expecting a micro fic but ended with 3k words...
I feel like I write too much crazy, frantic jily so it was nice to have a sweet but sexy moment. (it's still smut after all)
Here's the link to Study Session, though you don't need to read it before this one!
Read under the cut or AO3 here!
âDo you have anything between third and fourth period?â
She had said it as a jokeâ-well, sort of, but either way she had underestimated the hope a teenage boy could gather from such an offer.
When she enters the common room he is facing the door, wringing his hands nervously. His hair is still wild from their stint in the library, and she tries not to note that his tie has also remained in a similar state of dishevelment, clearly having been tugged in a manner that school regulations donât allow.Â
âEr, hi.â
He jumps out of his seat and walks towards her, almost sheepish in his movements. His eyes are unable to stop flickering to her lips then downwards, evident that their earlier moment together is still fresh in his mind.Â
âYou said something about meeting againâŚafter third.âÂ
The sheepish tone of his voice creates a stir in her chest accompanied by a burning heat traveling downwards. James Potter, quidditch hero, most popular boy in school, did not only want her but was absolutely powerless because of it.Â
âIfâif you were just having a laugh about that then Iâll just..â
âNo, I wasnât.â She stutters, â...I wasnât having a laughâI mean.â It bubbles out and her face flushes red. So much for keeping an upperhand.
 Jamesâ eyes grow wide and bright, his typical crooked smile starting to tug at his lips.Â
âYeah?âÂ
She could practically hear his confidence growing, his ego reentering his body.
 âWell, all the lads will be out for the next two hours besides Peter, but I ââ
â--You told him to shove off,â she finishes for him, the heat from earlier that day now back and pooling heavy between her legs. He doesnât need to elaborate on where he was referring to, the stairs to the boys dorm practically pulsing from the corner of her eye.Â
If she hadnât intended to sit on his lap back in the library, there is no mistake of intention now. James nods, rare blotches of red appearing under his rims and Lily has to work hard to not think about how the last time she saw his cheeks in such a way, he was grinding an orgasm out of her with just his leg.Â
âSoâ should we...â His eyes flicker to the stairs, an air of excitement and impatience setting in on his features. âI mean, againâ if you want to.â
She takes a step closer, arms aching from staying next to her sides and not sliding back in their now familiar spot around his neck.
âLead the way.â
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The boysâ dorm is just about how she imagined it, a clutter of books, quidditch supplies and various contraband. Any other time she might have tried to take a closer look, but she doesnât get far enough in the door before James rounds on her with newfound confidence. Suddenly, something warm and heavy wraps around her waist, pulling her flush against him.Â
âYou are just lovely.â He cups her face, stepping close enough so her legs part to make way for him to slot himself against her.Â
âI canât stop thinking about earlierâhow you smell, how soft your lips are, the feel of you against meâŚâÂ
He sidles them over so her back touches the door and his hand juts out until she hears the click of the lock sliding into place.Â
âI still feel like Iâm dreamingâ like this canât be real. I must be suffering from potion fumesâŚ.laying in the hospital wing, hallucinatingâ-â
She pulls up, slanting their lips together. He sighs an oh into her mouth, his breath hot and sweet. They are sweet probing kisses, not like the ones in the library where the urgency to simply be together was unbearable.
âStop talking Potter.âÂ
He laughs, mouth recapturing hers, drawing her even closer. With privacy the gift of time is palpable, allowing them to move out of the realm of fever dreams and into reality. She feels his hands wrap tighter around her, finding her arse and giving a small squeeze, pushing a smile into her lips.Â
Hands find nests in each other's hair. Tongues move like silk contrasting with the hard, playful nips they exchange to lower lips. She savors each small sound he makes into her, all a perfect bundle of adoring and awe.
Unsurprising, he canât stay quiet for long. âLilyâIâm soâŚâ but the words get stuck in his throat, her attention going towards something hard beginning to press into her thigh. Experimentally, she shifts against it and he makes a low humming sound, the hand resting on her arse tensing up and waving her forward to repeat the motion. Another hand curls around and dances along the hemline of her shirt, tickling the spot of midriff starting to show.Â
âJamesââ she breathes out, holding onto him for support as he kisses his way to the sensitive place behind her ear. âI want youâ.âÂ
At the confession his hands contract and his lips become more frantic, trading light butterfly kisses for open mouthed ministrations. It makes finishing her thought almost not worth it.Â
â--I want you, but Iâd also like to enter the room first..â He pulls back and gives another genuine laugh, one that makes her burst with pride. Reaching up on her toes, she canât help but place a kiss where his neck is exposed from his outburst and the feel of her lips snaps him back into gear, turning her in his arms and waddling them forward towards the bed across the room. His erection strains against her arse as they move, each step a little zing of pleasure.Â
âHow rude of me,â he whispers against her ear. They stop in front of the bed and he turns her back to face him, eyes clouded as though sleepwalking. âWelcome to my bed.â
His Bed. Itâs almost humorous how one single noun is capable of making her heart beat out of her rib cage. How many times has she imagined what he does in this bed? How many times has he thought of her?
He sits on the edge and pulls her down onto his lap. Itâs all too similar from that morningâthe way her hands circle his neck, how her body positions in a way that even the slightest movement creates friction between her center and his ever present erection. Settling in, they both let out a moan of relief, both evidently yearning for the same thing since the last couple of hours.Â
âIâm absolutely mad for you Evans,â he murmurs and she wastes no time pushing their mouths together again, a sailing feeling in her chest taking over. She puts a hand to the front of his shirt, edging it under to find the hot skin of his abdomen and he sighs a soft gentle sound that she immediately wants to hear again.Â
âThatâs funny because Iâm absolutely mad for you too.â
The look in his eye changes from hazy to dark to purely euphoric, responding with a deep kiss. She shifts over him until she is back straddling his waist, legs curling around his waist until she can feel the familiar brush of him against the spot she yearns to be touched most.Â
âCan I take this off?â A hand stalls at a button of his shirt while the other has already begun wandering the length of his chest underneath, hungry to feel what she already knew about his stature. In response, he unlatches his hands from around her to unbutton it, shucking it off with his tie in one movement.Â
Christ.
She pulls back to get a better look at him, unabashedly darting her gaze from his abs to his toned shoulders. She had seen him shirtless before during quidditch, the vision of him pumping his fist in the air in victory after a match easily being a replaying image in her mind, but never this close, never touchable.
âYouâre fitââ she murmurs, catching the burning look of a stroked ego in his eyes. She doesnât let herself think about her next move, moving her hands to her own blouse and unbuttoning down the front. A quiet fuck escapes his lips when her shirt finally flaps open, exposing her bare breasts to him and the cold dormroom air. His eyes roam her chest, a haggard breath coming from his open mouth.
âMerlinâŚâ
She has the immediate desire to cover up, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. His hand remains modest on her waist, clearly frozen from shock.Â
âIâI donât wear a bra,â she says deadpan, wanting to fill the silence. A grin breaks out on his face, eyes sparkling.Â
âAnd I thank Merlin for it everyday.â
Her cheeks blaze and now she does cover up, crossing her arms over her chest.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
James cocks his head, a glint of mischief in his eye. âEvans, I hate to break it to you, but I donât think thereâs a bloke in this castle over the third year that hasnât noticed.â
She turns her head, trying to mask obvious embarrassment. It isnât like she's not aware either, but to hear it from him, make it too unbearable to think about. Sensing her shift in mood, he cups her chin and pulls her head back to look at him, eyes now soft.Â
âNo, donât hide yourself. You have no ideaâno idea how much Iâve even tried to imagine you like this.â
He places a hand on one of her crossed arms and she slowly lowers them. She watches as he licks his lips, eyes growing wild again at the sight of her.Â
â--And apparently my imagination is rubbish becauseâbecause, I mean fuck.â
He inches a hand up from her stomach towards one of her breasts, eyes flickering between watching her expression and the path to the newly exposed skin. Stopping just underneath, he leans in and gives her a soft kiss, begging for permission.
Taking his hand, she finishes his path for him, her hard tit pressing into his warm, enveloping palm. He sucks in a breath, eyes becoming heavy lidded as his fingers curl around her soft skin.Â
âJust unbelievableâŚâ
She grins, tugging lightly at the strands of hair at the back of his head.
âWhat?â
âHow absolutely perfect you are.â
Her body surges with pure adoration. She hinges forward, pressing the bare skin of their chests together until he is falling back onto the bed, taking her down with him. They scramble with laughter for a moment, situating themselves properly so she hovers over his laying form. A hand traces the muscles of his abdomen down to his waistband, fingering at the fabric before continuing downwards to the tent of his pants. Lifting her hips up, she presses a hand against his erection, smoothing her thumb around the outline of him beneath the fabric.Â
âIs this alright?â She asks, knowing the answer just by the look on his face. She makes another hesitant pass with her thumb and a shallow moan escapes his lips, head starting to fall back.Â
âItâs incredible. Please, donât stop.â
She doesnât. Leaning forward to kiss her way back up to him, he shuffles himself lower so he can take one of her tits into his mouth, his tongue swirling hot circles around the hardened peak. The sensation makes her hips rut automatically, pressing downwards into where her hand continues to touch him through his pants.Â
An arm wraps around her and before she can dissent, he flips them. Her skirt has already bunched up to her waist, exposing a pair of plain black knickers that catch his attention immediately. Eyes roaming around the bottom half of her body.Â
âLilyâcan I touch you?â He asks softly.Â
âYouâre already touching me.â She responds, teasing, but he is too far gone for games, eyes dark and glassy with pure want.Â
âNoâI mean, here.â
His hand moves to rest just above her pubic bone, fingers angling down towards her center. All amusement falls from her, replaced with a thrashing need to feel him touch just inches lower from where they lay.Â
Breath catches in her chest. Suddenly it feels like they are moving in water, slow and steady against each other. She takes his hand and wills it downwards, his fingertips skirting over the fabric of her knickers as they round down in between her thighs. He takes a sharp inhale when he reaches what she already knows: her knickers are completely soaked through.Â
âGodric help me.â
He moves to press harder into the fabric, but she holds his hand hovering, just barely away from her center. She reaches between them with her other hand, finding his waistband and tugging.Â
âTake these off.â
His eyes grow impossibly wider, tearing his gaze between where his hand is being held and to her face.Â
â I willâŚin a moment, first I want toââÂ
Her grip on his hand tightens and her cheeks blaze.Â
âNo. I want to touch you too.â
He needs no more convincing. He undoes his pants and she pulls at his waistband, deliberately taking his underpants with them. Upon seeing him fully nude, her jaw slackens. She had seen men naked before, been touched and pleasured to various degrees in the past couple of years, but nothing prepared her for him. Months of sneaking glances, watching how lithe his body moved during quidditch, dreaming about how his body could possibly feel moving inside hers did not even get close to the way he looked now.Â
âLilyâif you donât want to keep goingâŚâ He stutters out. Coming out of her trance, she realizes that she had been staring for too long, swept away by the sheer reality of him.Â
âCâmere, please.â
He shifts back over her and the feel of his tip slightly wet against her hip makes her surge with giddiness. His hand goes back between her legs, a finger experimenting with pressing down and drawing small circles into the damp area. In turn, she reaches down and takes him with a loose fist, palm sliding easily up and down soft flesh.Â
They exchange soft, whimpering sounds, hips pushing to meet hands, open mouths molding together to catch each otherâs moans.Â
âJamesââ She lifts her hips and tugs down at her knickers, letting them slip down and off her legs.Â
âAbsolutely beautifulââ he gasps, watching his finger sink into her. Her body squeezes around him, zapping her with pleasure with every twist and flex of his fingers. The pumping of her hand speeds up, giving more attention to smear some of his precome around his crown. His head collapses down, forehead pressed against hers, moaning deeper with every turn of a hand.Â
âI want you inside me,â she whispers, then repeats again. His hand stills, eyes pulling up to look at her with a delirious wonder.Â
âLilyââ
âPlease, I need you. UnlessâŚunless you donâtâŚâÂ
A chaotic laugh explodes from his mouth, doubling him over. He kisses her, his tongue pressing her mouth open so he can speak directly into her.Â
âI have never wanted anything more in my entire life.â
Her heart swells. She hitches a leg up, opening herself up wider for him to sidle down against her. He takes hold of his cock, smearing his tip into her folds before finding her entrance and pressing lightly so just the smallest bit of his crown stretches into her.Â
âHoly fucking merlinâ,â he groans, watching his cock sink further into her, âyou feel so good, so tight.â
The way he feels inside of her is unparalleled. His movements are slow and gentle, adorations pouring out of his mouth against her neck, her chest, her cheeksâanywhere he can press kisses while he dips in and out of her, filling her up.Â
The heat in her stomach mounts, pooling with adoration and pleasure and something that frighteningly feels already, impossibly, like love. He checks in on her, taking her face with his hand and looking into her eyes, searching and finding just as much happiness and desire as she sees staring back.
âJust like that, loveââ he urges her on, helping her hips grind up against him while his thumb teases her clit with tiny circles.Â
It feels like she is mounting a steep mountain, almost to the peak where her pleasure surges in a great big orb. He must feel it too because his adorations turn into coaxes, pressing her towards release.Â
âThatâs itâOh, Lily I can feel it. I can feel youâre close. Fuckâcome for me. Let me feel you comeââ
Something inside her snaps and everything disappears besides the soft kisses James presses into her skin and the feel of him still moving inside her. Her whole body clenches and relaxes, an ecstatic pleasure flooding all the way to her toes. His voice breaks through the haze, thin and straining.
âBaby, you feel so good, so impossibly wetâcan Iââ
She grabs into his hair, pulling him down for a searing kiss.Â
âCome inside me, itâs ok. I want to feel you too.âÂ
He gasps, letting go. A warm sensation fills her and trickles down her thighs, him making his final few thrusts before slowing to a halt and drooping over her. He remains inside of her while their heartbeats slow in tandem, his slowing breath tickling the side of her neck.
âWhat are you thinking about?â He whispers after a few moments pass. A thumb passes over her cheek to move a stray piece of hair.Â
She hesitates, before answering. âIâm thinking about how I donât want this to end.â
He presses a kiss into her neck and she wraps her arms around him, holding them together as though the moment he gets up they will be back to being just âPotter and Evans:â two friends who laugh and talk but nothing more.Â
âThen we wonât let it end,â he murmurs. She opens her eyes to find his staring back, something shining behind the irises.Â
Itâs consumingâthe sensation he creates within her. Even as just mates and study partners she feels it: the desire to take him within herself and keep him there forever. To experience every single thing with him,good or bad, because anything with him by her side seems bearable and worth it.Â
âGo out with me.â
He chuckles, hearing the words he has thrown at her for years being finally sent back like karma. His face bursts with pure unfiltered joy and he swoops down to press his lips to hers, his happiness contagious.Â
âGladlyâanything you want, Evans.â He says between kisses. Still inside her, she can feel him start to harden again, impossibly rebounding by the force of sheer elation alone.Â
âAhâJames.â
He kisses his way down to her chest, a smile still caked onto his face as she squirms under him, the slick feel of him moving again inside her gaining momentum. Itâs impossible for her not to smile too and the feeling from before reappears: not just pleasure, but perhaps already love. It explodes from her and she giggles, just as ready as he is to tangle together again.Â
âBut I have to warn you,â he says, eyes glinting as he presses their foreheads back together, âI donât think Iâm ever going to want us to leave this bed. Not for Hogsmeade, not for the world.â
#jily#jily smut#smut prompt challenge#james potter#lily evans#marauders era#jily fanfiction#my writing#tay speaks
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Getting ready for work today like I have way more time than I do
#if I don't put a little frozen face mask on my skin#how can I be expected to sit in all these meetings???
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