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tamedgod · 27 days ago

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[ SHIELD ]: in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body. - i literally just woke up from a dream about this between sett and haru so now you can have it too :)

pinned against a wall // @face-breaker

they had managed to cover quite some distance since the big split in rtali, haru's remaining troupe traveling south along the li'xe sea's coastline. while she'd been talking less, that didn't stop the rather brutal pace she'd been trying to uphold; the cat wanted to make it south enough to reach hahfem's borders, make a stop in its capital of new rekisant for supplies and a real rest, before continuing onwards back back towards tios. it was risky, trying to take reprieve in hahfem, due to the political occupation of its pavisian neighbor. with xiao and raksha potentially back under jun's oversight, any knowledge they'd had was now also his.

which meant their real destination was no secret.

the southern islands were not an easy port of call to reach, being three countries and a couple sea journeys away. it didn't help that it felt like enemies surrounded the squadron on all sides right now, the group being forced to take the longer way south in order to dodge the pavisian capital entirely. the thought of even remotely seeing the Dosha right now put knots in haru's stomach, and an incredibly bitter taste on her tongue. she still couldn't fathom it... couldn't understand. jun had wanted her dead and gone since the beginning — had wanted nothing more than to recapture the grasp of control he he'd had over his brother. he was a lying, manipulative snake of a man, yet xiao remained so blindly loyal to him — seemed unable to believe that his brother would go back on their family's word like they had. but he made his choice, and so haru had made hers — painful as it had been.

so much had happened since they left rtali, yet haru barely spoke a word as they traveled. when asked by any of the others how she was feeling, they'd receive a curt "i'm fine", and haru would force the issue to be dropped. she was snappier — moodier. she hunted on her own and would disappear for stints when they'd make camp, wanting to be alone. despite the solitude and seclusion, no real grieving process had been had, even after the burials; all she had was rage. it fueled her, kept her awake and always on the edge of a fight — a feeling that proved helpful during the ambush.

they'd stopped in a quaint, dusty village maybe a couple days walk from the hahfemese capital. it had been a long, tense journey, given the circumstances — and only proved more stressful still when the wolves stormed the inn they'd settled into for the night. the vulki had been slaves to the pavisian crown for decades, most forced into laborious positions in the mines or patrolling the void coast. but some... were dogs of war.

haru could hear the shouting from other rooms as the beastkin stormed the small tavern, the cat immediately snatching the satchel holding the Shards out from under her pillow as she heard elias's shouts in the hall, and the clash of steel. it wasn't long before rune burst through the door, reaching out to grab haru's hand. with the satchel around her neck, the cat grabbed her spear as she was tugged into the hallway, the sounds of snarling and barking and growling clashing with shrieks and shouts and cries. the acrid scent of blood clung to the air as ruhn'dir yanked the feline along, haru's grey eyes darting around in a somewhat manic fashion, as if looking for something — someone.

"BRING ME THE CAT!"

a woman's voice, cold and sharp, stood out harshly through all the noise — it was a voice haru did not recognize. as rune snaked the pair of them down the rickety wooden stairs, sett and elias came into view, each one caught up in their own respective brawls. before the deerling could pull haru any further along, though, the sound of glass breaking rang out from behind them, more wolves clambering through the broken windows and into the fray. rune's hand broke away from the cat's to draw his bow, unleashing a volley into one of the creatures rushing them from the stairs. haru grit her teeth and snarled, spear poised as she took this chance to launch herself into the heat of the fight.

her heart was racing, and the rage instantly drowned out the anxiety and paranoia. her own teeth were bared as she wielded her weapon to down one — two beasts. she could taste the blood on her tongue and feel its warmth on her face as she stepped in to assist elias and settrigh, the former calling out as he felled another wolf.

"you seen astrid or saskia? we have to get out of here!" "no, maybe they've already made it out —"

haru was cut off by a hard punch to the gut, the impact causing her to drop her weapon and double over. the attacker then grabbed her quite roughly by the arm, attempting to drag her along while she struggled to catch her breath. he was a brute of a beastkin, at least seven feet tall and mostly wolf in genes. he looked seemed familiar — like she may have seen him somewhere before. and as he shouted that he had secured the cat's capture, haru knew why.

a wolf of a woman stalked up from the bottom floor, haru's squadron now closed in between beasts on all sides. dark hair with grey streaks was held in a messy half up braid, wolf ears and eyes pointed straight towards haru. this beastkin... she was on all the wanted posters that were hung across pavisia. the pestilent ruin, the wolf of the wild hunt — ya'sem.

as haru slowly regained her ability to breathe, she struggled harder against the large wolf's grip. whatever minute relief — and disappointment — haru had felt upon finding out these weren't jun's personal attack dogs, quickly morphed into uncertainty; this was a creature whose motives she knew nothing about. and as ya'sem's soldiers continued battling it out with her friends — the sheer numbers beginning to overwhelm the troupe — haru didn't want to find out.

finally able to breathe again somewhat, haru tried to resist being dragged closer to this woman, biting at the wolf's hands and throwing what seemed to be useless punches at his gut and side. he was a tank of a creature, seemingly unphased by her attempts to break free — his attention only really diverted as elias and sett turned their sights on him. as the pair of them pressed the attack the beast, he snarled, dropping haru roughly to the floor. while she couldn't see him, the cat could hear rune's shouts, commands to get haru out. as she got to her feet, though, she could see ya'sem charging her out of her peripheral, barely able to dodge the pommel of the wolf's weapon; she wasn't trying to kill her — this was a capture mission.

grey eyes meet the wolf woman's deep brown ones as haru balls her hands into fists; god only knew where her weapon had landed — she was at a range disadvantage in this fight. the cat could feel her heart beating in her ears, adrenaline and fury keeping her high as the rest of the mayhem seemed to fall away, her focus entirely on ya'sem. the pair slowly closed in on one another, haru's fangs bared in readiness for the melee ahead. but before she could really launch forward and into the scrap, her momentum was sharply redirected. back hitting the wall with an impact, she looks up to see sett looming over her, pinning her there.

"what're you — ?!"

but before she could even finish the question, she could hear it; elias's shouts, the howl of wolves, and the distinct sound of blades piercing skin. any and all wrath that had heated her veins morphed into an icy dread, the cold rapidly spreading through her body and rendering her limbs weak. immense fear found a home in the cat as her eyes widened in terror, hands immediately reaching out to wrap protectively around the man as he slowly began to slump forward.

pinned beneath the other beastkin's weight, haru's breathing turned ragged and shallow, and she was unable to help digging in her claws as she clung to the man. everything was moving incredibly slowly, and the sound of all the chaos was muffled — only a ringing sound heard in her ears. haru could tell she was shouting, but she couldn't even register her own voice as the pair of them collapsed to the floor. it had been a setup — a diversion. haru had been so focused on the wolf woman that... that she'd...

no,

NO —

tears began to blur her vision as the adrenaline was quickly drained from her body, all traces of fight gone as she was instantly paralyzed with terror. no, no, no — this couldn't be happening. NO! not again — please, not again. the pressure on her chest from sett's weight only made it harder to get a grip on her breathing, the cat's grey eyes unfocused on anything besides the multiple blades sticking out of his back. she could feel blood on her hands; whether from the dug in grip she was keeping on the beastkin, or dripping down from his injuries, she couldn't tell. she didn't want to know, she just wanted him to be alright.

she needed him to be alright.

she didn't care if this woman took her, tortured her, killed her — anything. but gods, please... she couldn't handle losing anyone else. not now. she could taste blood in her mouth as she bit down on her lip, trying so desperately to deny, deny, deny. even as she felt hands grab hold of her, even as the sounds of brawling and howling and shouting fell silent, even as the light of the tavern vanished, all she could do was hold on. the fear and shock were so great, she still hadn't registered that astrid and saskia had used their magic to warp them to safety. couldn't see that they were now in some seaside cottage, gods knew where. the salty air stung her wounds, the pain slowly seeping into her with the complete absence of adrenaline to mask it. gentle hands close around her wrists — elias. he was safe.

"you have to let him go, haru. i can't help him until you let him go."

the words were still hard to register, despite their softness and assurance. the moment the cleric tried to pull her hands from the beastkin, though, her grip tightened, a feral snarl tearing through her vocal chords at the action. elias held up his hands in peace, before waving over someone else. rune knelt down next to the knight, facing haru. his one human eye looked down at sett's crumpled form, before back to the cat. their gazes locked and he held out his hand. haru's grey eyes, still wet with tears, consider the gesture. and, after a moment, she slowly unlatches one hand from sett's side to place in rune's own. elias, astrid, and saskia carefully begin to remove sett's body further from her grasp, rune readjusting haru, herself, until she began to cling to him instead.

as the other three carefully moved and positioned sett's body for elias to work on, all haru could do was wail into the night.

DAY 1

she'd spent the first night in a daze. while her injuries had mostly amounted to a couple of cracked ribs, the same couldn't be said for her companions', particularly the three men. even with elias being able to channel more magic through astrid, the recovery was still slow. rune had a broken leg and a concussion, while elias mostly got away with bruises and scratches due to his armor. astrid and saskia got out uninjured, the two having used their quick thinking to set up their escape.

but it hadn't been quick enough.

haru couldn't help those sorts of thoughts, the gratitude she should be showing eluding her in the aftermath. she hadn't slept or eaten, the cat having sat herself at settrigh's bedside the moment she could move again. the others took turns sitting with her, rune and saskia in silence, astrid in paltry attempts to distract her, elias to work on sett's wounds. she didn't pay attention to any of them. her fault... it had been her fault. she tunnel visioned, she hadn't paid enough attention — if she had just been more aware, more cognizant of her surroundings, maybe he...

the thought hadn't even finished before her tears began to fall.

DAY 4

she had hardly moved an inch. without haru and sett to hunt, astrid had resorted to using her magic to help catch prey — mostly fish, from the sea only a stretch away. rune cooked, and saskia would always drop a few bowls in the bedroom for haru and elias both — and one for settrigh in the event he woke up. the urchin girl would come back at the end of each meal to find two uneaten portions every time. while the hunger did gnaw at haru's stomach, she couldn't begin to entertain the idea of eating. the thought of food made her sick, the nausea constantly battling with the hunger over whether or not to eat — the former always winning out.

even as sett looked better by the day, the dark thoughts in haru's mind clawed at her like the very wolves they'd escaped from; what if what elias and astrid were doing wasn't enough? what if sett never woke up? would the others blame her, the way she blamed herself? would xiao, if he found out? if he knew? would sett, if he did awaken? her grey gaze stares into nothing as the thoughts consume her, the cat trapped in her own mind. as elias applies fresh poultices and dressings to the beastkin's wounds, haru subconsciously grabs sett's hand, giving it a firm squeeze.

DAY 6

astrid had convinced her to come outside, even as brief as the event had been. saskia was practicing flame magic in order to build their campfire for the evening, and astrid had wanted everyone to see it — everyone that could. the young girl produced tiny sparks, like those of a struck flint, before growing the fire with her magic. it was small, but undeniable. with a little time and a little more firewood, it became a great flame.

with encouragement from the others, haru attempted to eat, one of the first things she'd ingested since they'd arrived nearly a week ago. it was only a few nibbles, then one real bite of the fish, before she put it down. it hadn't been much, but it was more than she'd had. perhaps she would feel more up to trying to eat again later. the idea didn't... repulse her as much as it had the last few days.

as the sun set over the water, haru shuffled back into the cottage. taking her usual seat on the floor beside the bed, she noticed that settrigh almost looked like he was just sleeping now. the idea eased her a little, the cat letting her head rest on the bed's edge, allowing rest to claim her not long after.

DAY 9

she was eating and sleeping more, albeit still spending much of her time inside. saskia had gotten her to go out once, challenging her to a hunt. while the little urchin girl was not all that talkative — nor friendly — with her other companions, the spirit of the game did lift haru's mood further. the pair of them had come away with a good catch, haru even winning out (though she had a suspicion that saskia hadn't really been trying), and it made for a heart meal later in the day.

it had been over a week now since the ambush, and most everyone seemed to be in better spirits. if she could pretend the world was at a stop, haru could almost imagine the group living in this place — all of them a family. the thought was always bittersweet though, pain tugging at her heartstrings whenever she'd think of her parents — and of drem. she dreamed of them often, which was partly why she so rarely wanted to sleep. but she'd been managing to rest just enough the last few days — even if it was restless — the cat only ever dozing at sett's bedside.

and she was doing just that when her feline ears swiveled, picking up the sound of movement. grey eyes groggily crack open, the lack of rest keeping her brain a little fuzzy. the disorientation makes her momentarily question if she's really seeing the other beastkin stir in front of her, and her voice is quiet as she opens her mouth to speak.

"...settrigh?"

#m. answer #facebreaker #i. haru #v. relogaen archives (xh)#m. long post #this is my magnum fucking opus #GOODNIGHT

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mischief-marauders · 4 years ago

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Ok hear me out. Canon compliant Marauders era storyline BUT one change. Regulus survives the inferi and tells Sirius and James that Peter is working for Voldemort and planning to betray them. Which leads to:

The order setting up a trap at Godrics Hollow. When Voldemort comes to kill Harry, he’s surrounded by the order of the Phoenix and taken out. Killed. Stopped. Murdered!

The war is over. There’s still some fighting while the aurors try to get the rest of the death eaters to Azkaban. The ones they do have are judged and sentenced to Azkaban for 20 years. Some people see Voldemort as a martyr and keep doing his work in secret

Regulus goes before the ministry and pleads guilty to his crimes as a death eater but due to statements from Dumbledore, Sirius, and James testifying on his work in bringing down Voldemort, he spends 1 year in Azkaban instead of a 20 year imprisonment like Peter and Snape. Regulus is visited weekly by Sirius where they laugh and talk about his plans for when he gets out.

The Marauders are tired of fighting. They’re young and feel as though they’ve lived lifetimes. They lost their innoncence and youth in a war that wasn’t theirs. They don’t want to fight anymore. They don’t want to destroy. They want to build. They want to help bring the wizarding world back to its former glory. So they all study to become professors because what better way can they help rebuild the wizarding world than to teach the next generation and help them be better so that they would never go through the same things they did.

After years of studying and getting degrees, they all apply to Hogwarts as professors. It’s difficult for James and Lily to juggle being professors and parents but they always make it work. Dumbledore is thrilled to have his former and favorite students back to teach.

Lily Potter becomes Professor Evans of potions (she teaches with her maiden name because she studied and earned her degree, not her husband) with a glowing recommendation from a retiring Slughorn. She’s a fantastic professor. A little strict but always helpful and puts her students first. After a year of teaching, she asks Dumbledore for an teachers assistant. Dumbledore was a little iffy on who she wanted but he welcomed a shy yet extremely intelligent Regulus Black to the Hogwarts staff as her assistant.

Sirius Black becomes Professor Black of transfiguration. When McGonagall asked him what experience he had in transfiguration, he turned into Padfoot in front of her. He explained, rather sheepishly, about what they did back in their third year for Remus. She was angry of course because of how risky it was but also very impressed and proud of him for completing one of the most difficult and dangerous transfigurations. She gave him a letter of recommendation on the spot. They became co teachers and taught different classes of students. He helped balance out her strict nature with his warm and humorous one.

James Potter becomes Professor Potter of charms. He wasn’t sure which subject would fit him best but he decided to go after charms. And it was the best choice he could’ve made because he was amazing at teaching the subject. Flitwick loved having him as a student and was so happy that James came back to teach. The students loved being in his class because he brought so much energy and constructive teaching.

Remus Lupin became Professor Lupin of defense against the dark arts. The position fit him like a glove. The students loved his class. He was such a good professor that he broke the curse on the defense against the dark arts position and remained in the position for years and years to come. He was monumental in decreasing stigma against werewolves and taught from his own experience.

James and Sirius of course had pranks they would pull on each other’s classes. The students LIVED for their mock rivalry. Sirius’ favorite prank was to replace James’ wand with a mock replica and burst out laughing from outside the classroom when James would try to demonstrate a charm and nothing happened.

Once a month, James, Remus, and Sirius would head to Azkaban and visit Peter. At first he refused to even look them in the face. But after about a year of visits, he asked for their forgiveness and eventually they forgave him. They never trusted him again but they did forgive him. Peter looked forward to these visits. It did wonders for his mental health.

Lily would come along on these visits and sit down with Snape. He was embarrassed at first and refused to see her. But after coming again and again, he finally saw her. And they talked. They laughed and talked about their childhoods. And eventually she forgave him after many, many years. He started taking responsibility for his actions instead of blaming others and eventually (years and years later), asked Lily if James would accompany her. And he apologized for his role that almost killed Harry. And James apologized for being a dick. They weren’t friends or allies but rather just not enemies anymore. They let go of a foolish childhood rivalry.

When McGonagall retired early, James and Sirius battled for head of Gryffindor house. It got so bad that Dumbledore tweaked the rules so that they could be co-heads of Gryffindor house. James worked closely with the quidditch team while Sirius worked closely with the prefects

#hogwarts #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #lily evans #Marauders #Marauders era #young marauders #wolfstar #jily

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queenshelby · 3 years ago

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Roommates – Part Two

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 2,363

Warning: Smut

Note: This plays in 2020.

Three days had passed and your new little toy had become your new lockdown obsession. You never had an orgasm so strong and your two best female friends thought that it was rather amusing when you told them about it over a glass of wine.

Every Tuesday evening, you skyped with Laura and Elenore in your room for at least an hour while enjoying some alcoholic beverages and tonight was no different.

But, since living with Cillian and following his breakup with Laura, you had to be careful about what you were saying as you didn’t want to upset either of them.

Laura clearly wasn’t over the breakup and continuously asked you about Cillian, finding it somewhat strange that you were living together and, whilst you assured her that you were not interested in Cillian, she struggled to believe you.

You hadn’t told Laura about Cillian’s hook ups with Lindsay and made it clear to both of her and Cillian that you weren’t going to discuss their respective private lives with the other and would appreciate if they were going to accept your position in this regard.

Whilst Cillian did, Laura sometimes couldn’t help herself and dwelled on about how she missed Cillian. Clearly, she was still in love with him and, whilst you reminded her that you aren’t a messenger between him and her, you were quite willing to listen to her and provide emotional support as a friend.

When, however, the topic of intimacy came up in your conversations, you couldn’t help but cringe.

According to Laura, he was quite a devil in the bedroom department and you felt as though your wanted your ears to explode every time Laura brought up specifics.

This, again, happened tonight when your sex toy recommendation turned into something else entirely and you learned that you missed out on so many things with James.

According to your friends, what you and him used to get up to was quite ordinary and you learned that your best friend and roommate was much more adventurous than your ex-fiancé.

‘You did not have sex at the theatre…oh my god’ you said in disbelieve when Laura told you one of the many stories in which you learned that Cillian had quite a thing for risky public relations with his female partners.

‘Who would have thought huh? He seems all so quiet and shy, but he really isn’t’ Laura confirmed, making you to take a rather large sip from your glass of wine.

‘Apparently so’ you then giggled before you also learned that your new house mate was hiding some things in the basement.

‘Common, you’ve been living there for three months now and you never wondered what the hooks in the ceiling of the basement are for?’ Laura then asked and you couldn’t help but choke on your wine. A sex swing perhaps, you now wondered?

‘I think I have heard enough, thanks. Can we please change the topic?’ you asked somewhat embarrassed but, it wasn’t the fact that you learned these kinky facts about Cillian which embarrassed you. Rather, it was the fact that you got aroused by the thought of him doing those things. This, in turn, made you uncomfortable and you didn’t like that you were fantasising about him in any way at all.

You even had started to have dreams about Cillian over the past few days, causing you to wake up aroused and wet and forcing you to seek relief. You never felt like this about him before and you wondered why this was happening now.

Was it the fact that you saw him every day, sometimes even half naked as he carelessly moved through the house? Was it because you were bored and sex deprived? Or was it because your bond had become stronger after he helped you and supported you through your break up?

You didn’t know what it was that caused you to have these thoughts about him but you noticed that they had become more prominent and you found yourself looking at his body more frequently when you were around each other.

****

But you weren’t the only one checking out their roommate. Cillian quite obviously did the same.

It was Wednesday morning that he came back from doing the grocery shopping as you were in the kitchen, dancing and making pizza dough.

You didn’t even notice Cillian walking in as you shook your booty to some loud music while giving the dough a good workout.

Wearing nothing but a cotton singlet and cotton briefs, you were twirling around the kitchen just you twirled around the dough. Your top wad covered in flour and so was your hair and face.

Cillian’s chin dropped and inhaled sharply before putting down the shopping bags.

‘Having fun there?’ he asked, startling you and making you drop one of the empty plastic bowls.

‘Absolutely’ you smiled before bending down in front of him and he couldn’t help but wonder how far your tattoo on your right thigh extended upwards.

Whilst Cillian put away the groceries, you finished preparing the dough and set aside to rise before cleaning the mess you had made.

‘I am going out with the dog shortly, do you want to come?’ you asked but Cillian declined your offer.

There was something else he needed to do.

***

Knowing that you had left the house, Cillian made his way to the basement.

‘This is ridiculous’ he said to himself as, once again, his erect cock was straining against his tight jeans after he saw you dancing around in the kitchen.

There was something about you like this, in your black cotton panties and your black singlet, messy hair and your top covered with white dust from the flour moving to the beat of “Touched” by Part Human. Your nipple piercings were clearly visible through the thin top and the tattoo on your upper thigh was barely covered.

It wasn’t even the kind of music he liked, nor did he like tattoos or piercings on women. He didn’t want you. Or did he? He wasn’t so sure anymore but, what he did know, was that he needed to get off yet again.

Opening up his laptop he was quick to flash up the internet, but it wasn’t a porn website which he decided to visit. To the contrary, Cillian felt the need to listen to this very same song again, picturing you in his head, dancing and slowly loosing the little amount of clothes you were wearing.

He placed a towel onto the large office chair in front of his desk and, after sitting down, Cillian unzipped his jeans and pulled them down slightly, releasing his raging erection. He leaned back against the chair comfortably, closed his eyes and caressed his shaft gently.

Using an open hand, he massaged his cock and balls at the same time while imaging you, dancing for him. There was no time for guilt as every stroke of his hand sent a shiver down his spine and every exhalation released tension from his already throbbing cock.

Cillian then used his other hand to move upwards and with a lick of the forefinger, massaged the back of his bulging head, much like the way you tease a wooden clit.

But it was no longer his hands he imagined stroking him, it were yours instead and he squirmed under the overwhelming pressure of anticipation. Panting and short of breath, Cillian opened his eyes like one waking from a nightmare.

It didn’t quite feel right just yet and he quickly reached into one of the draws in his study desk and retrieved a tube of cherry flavoured lube which Laura had bought back in time. Cillian squirted the lube directly down his pulsing shaft and some of it ran over his tight balls and down into his clenching ass. The lube was cold but soothing and the scent of cherry-scented lube filled the room.

Cillian spread the lube all over his shaft with his right hand and began stroking, up and down, slowly at first and then increasing in speed. The sensation of it trickling down his ass arched his back, making his breath seize up.

The thought of you stroking him occupied his mind as he continued to stroke. He was sweating now, panting and wanting more. He could feel the surge through his testicles as he continued to rub his shaft and tease his balls.

His body lurched. Mouth open. Eyes closed. There was a surge of pre-cum, running across his thumb and, in his mind, he imagined you licking it off with your pierced tongue.

Then, finally, the roll of cum began as he continued to stroke his cock hard and fast. The orgasm was building, muscles contracting. Cillian’s cock was hard as a rock. One frantic gasp for air and release.

With a loud groan, Cillian came hard and his seed landed all over his upper thighs and the towel beneath him while his cock continued to throb and pulse in his hand. Cillian squeezed the last of his cum from his shaft with a final groan and, just as he did, he heard a voice in the doorway.

‘Oh my god, fuck’ you said with total embarrassment as you quickly turned around when you realised what you had just witnessed.

‘Fuck, Y/N, Jesus’ Cillian shouted out, cheeks flushing red.

‘I am so sorry Cillian. Please tell me when you are decent, alright’ you chuckled while Cillian quickly wiped his cum off his thighs with the towel and pulled up his jeans.

‘I am decent’ Cillian huffed out rather embarrassed and you turned around with a wide grin on your face.

‘Listen Y/N, this…’ Cillian began to say but you immediately interrupted him.

‘Cilly, there is no need to explain, really. We all have needs and its not that I haven’t seen your manhood before. In fact, most of the world has, although maybe not in an erect state’ you chuckled, thinking back at 28 Days Later.

‘I thought you were out with the dog, so, uhm…you know…’ Cillian barely managed to say.

‘I forgot the doggy bags and came down here to ask you where they were’ you eventually said and Cillian got up and showed you where he had put them.

‘Right, thanks, I am going now, see you later’ you then said before commenting on his choice of music to masturbate to which, of course, embarrassed Cillian even more.

***

For the remainder of the day, you couldn’t get Cillian out of your mind. The picture of him masturbating was stuck in your mind and so was the picture of his hard cock and cum covered thighs.

There was no way you could go to sleep like this and you pondered on about what Laura told you and how dirty minded this man really was.

From light BDSM to anal sex, you were certainly turned on and you were feeling ashamed about it. He was your best friend for god sake and yet all you could think about was his hard cock.

With those thoughts running through your mind, you reached for your other more conventional vibrator and lay back and open your legs as wide as they will go before placing the tip of your vibrator at the entrance to your dripping pussy.

Whilst you felt guilty about it, you imagined it be Cillian’s hard and glistening cock instead of your vibrator, pausing for just a moment before gliding it home.

‘Fuck’ you whispered, unable to keep completely silent, and began sliding the vibrator in and out of you. The fullness felt amazing and you loved it but you couldn’t get enough. You were aching for more, for Cillian’s warm skin on yours instead of the hollow air and the cold vibrator in between your legs.

But your mind went even further than that, imagining the cum you had seen on Cillian’s thighs inside of your pussy, filling you and dripping out of you slowly. You even wondered what his cum would taste like and feel like in your mouth as you began pleasuring yourself harder and faster.

You were desperate now, your eyes closed, picturing your best friend making love to you. Imaging that this is him slamming himself into you over and over as he tells you that you are his. It's almost too much, but at the same time not enough.

You stopped for a moment and pull the toy out suddenly, almost cumming as you did. Quickly you reached down with your left hand and used your fingers to dip them inside, soaking them in your juices. You began pumping the vibrator into you slipping and sliding over and over in a constant motion. Fucking yourself faster, harder in desperate need.

Your left hand had also increased in speed, furiously drawing circles around your twitching swollen clit and, after only a few seconds you explode without making a sound.

The explosion was overpowering from waves of pleasure from inside you coming out and along every inch of your skin. They started before the last one ended, rippling forever upwards throughout your whole body.

Your clit suddenly too sensitive that you had to remove your fingers gently and bask in the glory of it. But, it only took a moment for the guilt to set in.

You knew you had to do something about this but, with new COVID restrictions having been introduced, you knew that you were stuck for now. You wouldn’t be going anywhere and all you could do is distract yourself from your filthy thoughts about your closest friend.

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dracowars · 4 years ago

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sacrifice | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin x jedi!reader

word count: 4,1k

summary: where y/n has to sacrifice everything in order to save anakin

a/n: i'm so proud of this, i hope you enjoy reading it <3 also i really want to write more for anakin (& other male sw characters), so feel free to send in requests!! ♡

warnings: angst, torture, violence, mentions of severe injuries

universe: star wars

Exhausted and plagued by a painful sting pulling through your whole body, you slowly flutter your eyes open which turns out to be difficult at first due to the bright light. Your limbs feel sore and incredibly weak, you can hardly feel your arms anymore and an uncomfortable tingling sensation runs through your legs. Your head is extremely heavy and the world around you rotates, getting faster in each second that passes and thus disenables your ability to think clearly.

Still blinded by the light, you narrow your eyes to at least be able to see something and as you do, your breath gets stuck in your lungs right away. Your gaze is directed at a black steel door with red and white switches and lights flashing on the right and on the left. A steel door which most likely allows no escape.

"Sir. The Jedi is conscious again", you hear the mechanical voice of a droid and you turn your head in its direction to your right. You see two Battle Droids next to you, one of them now aiming his weapon at you alarmed, the other standing at a control field.

Only now do you notice that you are much taller than these droids and you quickly discover why. Surround by a bluish light, you float in the air, your wrists and ankles chained in stuncuffs, making you unable to move even a tiny bit. You helplessly hang in the air, the tight handcuffs already painfully straining your skin.

"Do not let her out of your sight until I get there", you suddenly hear another voice through the comlink one of the droids is holding. A voice that unmistakably belongs to none other than the Supreme Commander of the Separatist Droid Army General Grievous himself.

However, there was something else in the background. Something that made your breath get stuck in your throat again.

Screams. Full of pain and suffer that can only be produced by incredible agony.

"Where should she even go?", one of the droids asks annoyed and gets hit on the back of his head by the other after his statement immediately.

"Don't ask, work."

Not saying a word, you try to shake your hands to maybe loosen the handcuffs a little, but to no avail.

"No chance, lady. You will not get out of here that easily", the Battle Droid laughs while the other joins in. Throwing them an angry look, they quickly stop and get back to their work, ignoring you.

Using the moment of silence to your advantage, you close your eyes and try to feel the Force that surrounds you so that it can guide you the way. Because of your severe headache you do not succeed, but you also do not give up instantly and at least try to concentrate enough to remember what exactly happened.

The terrifying image of a battlefield on Ryloth appears in your head, droids and clones brutally fighting each other. With your ignited lightsaber you run between them, giving the clones cover while taking down several Battle Droids and Droidekas with one slash of your elegant weapon.

"General Y/L/N! General Skywalker has just informed us that he has advanced further at the front and has almost reached Grievous", you hear Fives tell you in your blurred memories when you hide behind a tree to seek protection for the split of a second.

"Anakin", you softly breathe, not noticing that you said his name out loud, and your eyes shoot open when your memory cuts off all of a sudden.

All you remember is that you followed him after Fives' words, but you do not remember what happened after that and you do not know where Anakin is now or if he was even captured as well.

In any case, you are not allowed to think about it any further when the door in front of you opens and you are greeted with the shadow of a large robotic figure, two Magna Guards on either side of him.

"Grievous", you hiss disapprovingly when he comes up to you with slow, heavy steps, his face - if you can even call it that - at eye level with you. "I sould have guessed that only you would be able to carry out such primitive captures."

His smoky laugh sounds at your words, which is quickly interrupted by a subsequent cough. In the next second, however, he tightly grabs your neck with his mechanical hand all of a sudden and forces you to look into his fleshy eyes. The pressure on your throat causes tears to well up in your eyes.

"You have a very important piece of information that Count Dooku would love to have, General Y/L/N", he mentions and you try to hide that he is currently blocking your windpipe. "All methods are fine with me as long as I get what I want."

"And I suppose you will only let me go if I tell you this very important piece of information?", you state ironically and take a quick breath in as he releases his strong grip from you.

"That would make things much easier for both of us", Grievous agrees and looks at you intensely, almost expectantly. "Where do the Jedi keep the holocrons?"

"What do you want to do with it? Even if I told you, which I will definitely not do by the way, you could not open it anyway", you mockingly point out and raise an eyebrow.

A second later, you have to fight for air again.

"That is something you should not worry about", he aggressively snaps at you and squeezes his hand harder, making you gasp for air even more. "Tell me where they are kept."

"You could kill me and I would not tell you", you choke out and his creepy-looking eyes sparkle with anger.

"I will let it depend on that", Grievous states and lets go of you again, but with a subtle gesture he gives his Magna Guards a sign and they suddenly approach you, their dangerous electrostaffs now activated.

Shortly afterwards you already feel an incredibly terrible pain that makes you cry out loud. A painful electricity shoots through your entire body that would force you onto your knees if you were not currently chained to stuncuffs in the air. It only takes a few seconds, but it feels much longer until they stop their torture, staying in their position.

"Where. Are. The. Holocrons?", Grievous asks you again, this time more angry and somehow stressed, putting strong emphasis on each word.

"You would like to know, huh", you slightly grin and although you know that such a cheeky answer will cause you to suffer again, it rolls of your tongue anyway.

Again, several electric shocks run through you at the same time and an increasingly unbearable pain forms in your body, but your head remains unwavering when they stop again.

"Tell me where they are, Jedi scum! Now!", the merciless General shouts at you and you can sense how he is getting more and more impatient by each second. He will not stop torturing you until you tell him what he wants to know and until you stop holding it back, but you have sworn a vow to the Jedi Order that you can't and will not break, no matter how much pain you have to endure.

"I guess you have to kill me then, because I will never tell you, Grievous", you respond breathless and you can already smell how your skin, your flesh, has slightly charred because of the burns.

Giving his Magna Guards another command with a simple hand gesture, they continue to torture you, but this time they only shock you briefly with their bright purple electrostaffs before stopping abruptly. Your muscles still tremble from the impact and the unbearable ache persists.

"Uhm, Sir. I hate to interrupt you, but the other Jedi just managed to take down one of the droids", one of the droids next to you reports and you, although you only understood half of what he just said, too weak to focus, you immediately know who he must be talking about.

General Grievous must have already tried to squeeze something out of him, that is why you heard screams earlier.

"Anakin", you groan in pain as the Magna Guards go back to their task of torturing you out of nowhere and put you into a state of absolute pain.

"Interesting", you hear Grievous utter through your own screams as your body writhes in pain in the air, the handcuffs pressing deep into your skin. Until the pain suddenly fades and you fall to the hard ground in front of his feet the next moment when the droid freed you with the push of a button.

"Sir, is that not too risky?", one of the droids ask, but you can't even get up from the floor by yourself because you have been weakened so much by the electric shocks. You are not even sure anymore whether you might even have passed out at this point.

However, you quickly realize that you, in fact, are still conscious when you are roughly pulled to your feet, a firm grip on both your upper arms as the Magna Guards pull you up.

"She is so weak, she can hardly walk. And without her lightsaber she can't do much anyway. It was a fine addition to my collection", Grievous laughs in your ear devilishly, and a lateral push in your ribs makes you realize that you should move forward. Having no other choice, you obey and stumble forward on shaky legs, losing your balance with almost every step due to the fact that your hands are still tied together with stuncuffs.

Losing any sense of orientation, you get pushed forward right behind General Grievous, your vision blurred and your head continuing to spin until you finally come to a stop in a corridor that is no different from the previous one.

The door to another cell opens, at least you recognize the same sound as your cell door did before, and you are suddenly rudely pushed inside after Grievous has entered, meeting the hard and cold surface of the floor.

Trying your best to get up again, you notice that their dangerous weapons are no longer close to your body. Yet, you are prevented from doing anything at the sight in front of you after you managed to lift yourself up from the ground a little bit with your hands and looked up.

"Anakin!", you exhale in shock when you see your almost lifeless husband floating in front of you, the same handcuffs on him as on you, stunning him.

He immediately stirs when he hears your voice and lifts his head up, only to discover your trembling figure lying on the ground in front of him.

"What did you do to him?", you shout at Grievous with all your might and manage to fully get up due to the sudden adrenaline rush, but soon are shoved back onto the ground by Grievous and the Magna Guards pull you into a kneeling position by your arms.

"The same I did to you", General Grievous explains with a laugh and trudges back and forth between you and Anakin. "Verily, the will of a Jedi is strong, but I have already cracked the toughest will."

Admiring himself, his gaze slides on you and you immediately avoid the contact, looking at the ground.

"If you touch her even once, I swear you are already dead", Anakin angrily snaps at him, but Grievous does not even react to it, not even when Anakin manages to throw one of the Battle Droids against the wall in his anger with the tiniest movement. Grievous just stops in front of you and roughly lifts your chin up, indeed touching you.

"How many more electric shocks will she endure before her will breaks, what do you think?", Grievous asks into the room and you remove your chin from his grasp with all your leftover strength.

"J-Just leave her alone", Anakin mutters weakly and briefly looks at Grievous with a hateful expression before his muscles give up again and his head sinks down again in exhaustion.

"Tell me where the holocrons are and I will let her go", Grievous declares and turns to your husband, who is about to pass out.

"No! Don't listen to him, Anakin!", you interrupt him right away and try to, although you know that it will not be possible, to loosen your bonds, but the Magna Guards are quick to hold their electrostaffs threathingly close to your body again. "N-No matter what he does to me, you must not tell him- ouch!"

Feeling the burning imprint of the metal back of Grievous hand on your now throbbing cheek, the impact throws you to the ground and tears shoot into your eyes because of the sting, but you suppress them quickly.

"Well, if you do not want to talk, I know who will", Grievous threatens and you press your eyes shut in defeat to mentally prepare yourself for the torturing pain.

A pain that does not come.

At least not in the way you expected, because all of a sudden you hear something that is probably much worse for you than thousands of electrical particles shooting through your body.

They are shooting through Anakin right now.

Excruciating screams escape his throat and you have to watch how he is tortured, how his body winds in pain, how he slowly breaks apart.

You both expected that he would attack you.

"NO! Stop!", you yell at them and desperately shake at your bonds, tears flowing down your cheeks at the sight of the love of your life being hurt in front of your own eyes.

"Y/N-"

"Please stop! You will kill him!", you screech over his screams, but Grievous does not let his Magna Guards stop, rather he induces them to continue.

"Don't, Y/N. Do not tell- argh!", Anakin tries to tell you, but is interrupted by his pain and you can clearly feel how he is getting weaker by every second and how his strength and will are leaving him more and more.

With every further shock that electrifies his body and puts his muscles out of action, he groans in unbearable pain while thin billows of smoke are already emanating from his upper body. The skin on his neck and hands is reddish, a sign of an already severe burn. Yet the worst are still his inevitable screams that are fully soaked in suffer.

"The Jedi Archives!", you shout out loud while your tears keep streaming down your face, a feeling of guilt building up inside of you for just having betrayed the whole Jedi Order.

But you have no other choice.

"T-They are in the Jedi Archives!", you stutter out and General Grievous finally brings the torture to an end, but Anakin's body is now just lifelessly floating in the air.

"Well, that was not that hard, was it?", Grievous says, amused, and turns around to step out of the cell, his Magna Guards close behind him, leaving you alone. Before the door closes, however, one of the droids presses a button on the outside of the door, causing Anakin to fall to the ground with a loud thud.

"Anakin!", you cry out and quickly crawl over to him, his body still trembling as a result of the numerous shocks when you turn him on his back to get a better view of him and as soon as you touched him, you shortly get electrocuted as well.

"Do you hear me, Anakin? Please, please don't do this to me. Open your eyes!", you basically yell at him in his passed out condition and very carefully place your hands on each of his cheekbones, caressing them tenderly.

Lowering your head after he shows no reaction, your heavy sobs rock through your body and you whimper quietly, gasping for breath over and over again.

"I am so sorry", you sniff sadly and wipe your tears away with your hands, which are still tied together, before gently placing them back on his burning hot upper body.

"Y-You should not have- Should not have t-told him", Anakin utters all of a sudden and his eyes flutter open a tiny bit, weakness and pain covering his handsome face.

"W-What should I have done instead?", you desperately ask and can't help but feel a little bit relieved that he is able to talk to you despite his bad condition and despite the terrible torture method he just went through.

Seeking support and security, you grab his hands and he gently squeezes yours, trying to reassure you that he will be fine.

"That is- That is w-why it is forbidden- ugh forbidden for us to love and- and-", he groans as he tries to sit up, but he is too weak and even with your help, you do not manage to get him up so you gently lay him down again, his head in your lap.

"A-And to make us dependent on some- argh, damn! Someone", Anakin finishes his sentence anyway and if you did not know better, you could have sworn to see a small smirk scurry over his chapped lips.

"Ani, I betrayed the Council", you supress your crying and brush his brown locks out of his face while looking down at him with affection. "They are going to exclude me from the Jedi Order.."

"What are y-you even talking about? You s-saved me, babe. I will not let that happen", he hisses in pain, the last words nearly inaudible as his eyes slowly close again, his body becoming limp.

"We will not let that happen either", another voice suddenly speaks up and you look up startled, only to see Ahsoka standing in the hallway in front of your now opened cell.

"Ahsoka?", you mutter under your breath in disbelief and widen your eyes as she steps into the cell, not sure how much of your conversation she was able to hear. After all, nobody knows that you and Anakin are a thing, let alone married.

"Master!", Ahsoka breathes in shock and falls onto her knees next to you as she speechlessly takes in Anakin's fragile figure.

"I- They have-"

"It's okay, Y/N. Take it easy, slow breaths, in and out. We will get you out of here in no time", she affirms and gives you a gentle, encouraging smile before she quickly severes your and Anakin's cuffs with her green lightsaber. "Obi-Wan is chasing after Grievous and Captain Rex-"

"Master Tano, I found the lightsabers and am now on my way to the prison wing", Rex's voice interrupts Ahsoka through the comlink.

"Can you walk on your own?", she asks you concerned and helps you on your shaky legs, even though you nodded.

"I knew- I knew you would come, Snips", Anakin coughs out of nowhere, and you are not sure whether he is conscious or if the Force just allows him to feel what is happening around him right now.

"You always have to be bailed out, Skyguy", Ahsoka chuckles and at this moment Rex enters the cell with more clones, immediately handing you back your lightsaber, which you attach to your belt.

"Rex, please help me out over here", Ahsoka asks him and together they lift Anakin up from the ground and carry him out. Following them into the corridor in front of the cell, Fives quickly meets you and puts your arm around his shoulder to help you walk until you arrive in the hangar and get onto the Twilight.

They place Anakin in one of the small cabins and you let Fives guide you there as well. You sit down in front of your husband and do not let him out of your sight.

Holding back the sad and re-emerging tears that come up while looking at his distorted, unconsicous body, you bite down on your lower lip to prevent you from crying and take his rough flesh hand in your own. You gently stroke over the back of his hand with your thumb while the clone trooper medic puts an oxygen mask over his face.

It does not take long for Obi-Wan to join you in boarding the ship and as he does, he straightly goes to you when they start the Twilight and fly out of the hangar and into the vastness of space. When you feel his hand on your shoulder, you flinch.

"Sorry. How is he?", Obi-Wan asks you with great concern in his voice and face. After all, Anakin is like a son to him.

"The clone trooper medic said that he suffered severe burns and bruises, but apparently no permanent serious or consequential damage. Nevertheless, he urgently needs professional treatment when we arrive on the Negotiator", you sob and inconspicuously remove your hand from Anakin's to not let Obi-Wan see. "I have to- uhm I have to tell you something, Obi-Wan."

"I know. But better keep it to yourself a little bit longer for now until we report to the Council together, alright? Then you only have to tell it once", Obi-Wan calms you down and gives you warm smile.

"Thank you, master", you lower your head and turn your gaze back to Anakin, whose chest moves up and down regularly and whose breath is sounding through the room.

"Don't worry, Y/N. You did what everyone would have done and I am very grateful that you did so. We all have to make sacrifices at some point", he assures you before carefully patting your shoulder one more time and leaving the room, leaving you alone with Anakin again.

After you have finally arrived on the Negotiator, you do not leave Anakin's side when a few clones bring him to the medical bay, where the meddroids take professional care of him right away. While they are treating him, you wait outside, your body full of tension while nervously tapping the floor with your foot and playing with your fingers. They checked up on you as well, but because you were only briefly subjected to torture it only took them a few minutes to treat your wounds.

When the door finally opens automatically, you look up with hope in your eyes and stare at the medical droid expectantly.

"He is stable. You can see him now", the droid announces and guides you inside. At the sight that greets you, your heart stops beating for a moment.

There your husband lies, with cables connected to all the beeping machines, his eyes closed and his breathing light and regular. You unconsciously quicken your pace in order to get to his side faster. As soon as you stand next to him and neither say anything nor touch him, Anakin immediately opens his eyes as he senses you through the Force.

"Hi, beautiful", he weakly smiles at you and grabs your hand, causing you to directly surround his with your own, looking at him with worry, the load suddenly falling off your shoulders all at once.

"I was so worried about you. How are you?", you openly admit and gently run one of your hands through his messy but soft hair.

"You should not have done that, you know?", he clears his throat, ignoring your question as he feels the conflict within you, a serious expression while staring in your eyes. "I mean saving me. You have put yourself in danger. If something had happened to you.."

Tears well up in your eyes as you unintentionally review the recent events in your head, taking Anakin's words to heart, but you quickly catch yourself again.

"Anak-", you want to answer, but abruptly get interrupted when he pulls you into his strong arms out of nowhere, hugging you tightly like his life depends on it.

"Thank you for saving me, love", he softly whispers into your ear and you smile into the crook of his neck before he guides your face with his hand on your jaw right in front of his own. His blue eyes scan your face and then switch between your eyes and lips until he gently places his hand on the back of your head and leads you into a tender kiss.

Feeling his lips against yours suddenly feels so surreal to you. After everything that happened, you almost did not believe that it could still end, well, like this.

Leaning more into the kiss, he eventually breaks the kiss, just to place one gently between your eyebrows. His thumb softly runs over your cheek as he gives you a warm smile.

"I love you."

"I love you more. And I would always sacrifice everything for you", you return his smile and connect your lips again, feeling like nobody can harm you anymore.

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cherrybyunss · 4 years ago

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Ship: Yangyang x Reader Word Count: 1k Tags: Smut, Explicit, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Dirty Talking

An excerpt from When It Gets Risky: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

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“You don’t like Yizhuo, do you?” Yangyang asked after a small silence. You looked at him surprised. Was that how it had looked?

“No, I like her. She’s a sweetheart.” You said. “I just don’t think it’s good for anyone in the long run to be talking to their exes. It just happens to be her in Renjun’s case.”

You believed there had to be some kind of lack of respect or communication for people to break up without actually wanting to let go of each other. And that no one should continue to hold on to bonds like that. Plus, knowing how Renjun had felt breaking up with her, only made the belief stronger in his case.

“But obviously, it’s Renjun’s choice to.” You said. “Oh my god, I hope he doesn’t feel that way too. What if he starts feeling like he has to lie to me about it?”

“He trusts you better than that.” Yangyang said.

You smiled. Yangyang was right.

“Gosh, look at you being all soft.” Yangyang said, trying to keep a disgusted face. “Who would guess you were talking about having a threesome with your best friends two minutes ago?”

You narrowed your eyes, getting up from your spot on the couch to go and straddle him. Maybe he was right about you being horny. “Not mutually exclusive, actually.” You said. “But guys never manage to comprehend that, do they?” You said, smiling as his hands found their way on your waist, almost like a muscle memory.

Yangyang laughed. “Damn, am I being accused of putting people into boxes for something I recognizably said to upset you?”

“Yes.” You beamed.

Yangyang pouted. Cute, you thought, before pecking his lips. Pulling back to look at him cheekily.

“Make me cum a few times for forgiveness maybe.”

You said and kissed him again before you slowly got off his lap, never looking away from him, and moved to lean back onto the hand rest of your couch, opening your legs, clad in a cute little skirt, for him to see.

Noticing his eyes trained on you with his lips slightly parted, you let one of your hands travel down inside your panties, playing with yourself a little.

You had only planned to tease him a bit, but the feeling of your fingers against your clit and his arguably lustful eyes locked on you, taking you in as you slowly treaded towards your high, grew into something that made you throw your head back and bite your lip.

“Wow you.” He said before he grabbed onto the hem of your panties and got rid of them in a single instant.

He buried his head between your legs and ate you out with vigorous intent, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit throwing you over the edge in under a minute as you came against his tongue.

He looked up at you, a moaning mess by then, and watched you scream louder as he didn’t stop. Your legs trembled as the overstimulation turned into waves of pleasure flooding your body. You screamed as your second orgasm washed over you.

This time, he let you ride it out, and you exhaled in relief, breathing heavily as he got up, licking his lips. The sight made you close your legs, and he scoffed mockingly.

You sneered at him before grabbing his collar and crashing your lips against his, immediately straddling him again. You grounded down against his bulge, letting your sensitive heat get stimulated again in the process, and shuddering.

Yangyang smiled against your lips at that. “Cute.” He whispered between the kisses.

“Shut up.” You said, sheepish, as he went on to kiss down your neck. He grabbed your ass and lifted you up, switching positions so he was against the cushion.

You grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, leaning down to press kisses against his chest.

“C’mon,” he said, voice stern, making you pull away. “Back against me. Now.”

And so you kissed him one last time before pulling your own top over your head with his help and shifting so your back was flush against his chest.

He helped you get rid of the skirt, and pulled you impossibly closer to him, before resting his lips behind the crook of your neck, and making you shudder at the feeling.

His hands snaked down between your legs to part your folds and caress the area, making you take in a sharp breath and throw your head back to rest against his shoulder.

He hissed. “So fucking wet.” His breath hitting your neck not helping your case a bit.

His fingers spread the wetness around your entrance before he pushed one inside in one swift motion, making you jolt against him. And pulling it out, followed it up with another digit added to the first one.

His free hand found your clit and pinched it lightly before pressing onto it a little, earning a yelp from you. And without giving you any time to adjust, he curled his fingers inside you at the same time as he began the torment of his fingers on your clit, and you positively lost your mind.

You squealed as your back arched away from him. “Yeah? You like that?” He breathed right into your ear, his jaw clenched as he fastened his pace to dangerous extents. “You like how I work your body?”

You nodded frantically, barely managing to breath out a ‘yes’ as he drove you closer and closer to the edge with every brush of his fingers against all the right spots.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re so fucking hot.” He said as he bit the lobe of your ear, continuing to work your body like his life depended on it, and you moaned, the sound whiny.

“Yangyang! Fuck!!” You screamed as you saw white for the third time.

“Fuck yes, baby. Let go.” He said, helping you ride out your high.

When you finally did, you breathed heavily against him, almost melting into his chest. And he hugged you from behind, letting you relax more.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” You said. “That was amazing, thanks. And you’re forgiven.” You beamed.

He laughed and kissed the top of your head before hugging you closer. “You’re most welcome, and thanks.”

You smiled at the prospect of how comfortable you were with Yangyang. And how comfortable he was with you. “Do you have cigarettes?”

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Read the entire fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

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floral-and-fine · 4 years ago

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Linger Part 2

Beorn x female reader

Part 1

Summary: Beorn worries about the reader’s safety shortly after meeting her and the company.

A/n: Thinking about writing a third part. Sorry, this took so long. Thank you @luna-xial for helping me stay motivated!

The woods had been abnormally quiet lately, the air was still and all the woodland creatures appeared to be in hiding, there was no rustling in the trees and all the birds had stopped singing.

Beorn hadn’t encountered any orcs either nor seen any sign of them for the last several nights now. However, he continued his patrols, making his rounds, keeping an eye out for any clue that would hint at what the orcs were planning. Their absence was an eerie one, a sign that something terrible was going to happen.

Beorn wasn’t a fool, he knew their disappearance coinciding with the dwarves retaking their home was anything but a coincidence.

He knew their little venture was a risky one, especially with Azog's interest in Thorin. No telling how far the orc would go to end the Durin line.

He growled, wrinkling his snout as he prowled through the forest on all fours, the idea of you getting caught in the crossfire between Azog and the dwarves, angered him. He feared the worst would happen to you as a result of it.

Beorn had, on occasion since your departure, imagined what it would’ve been like if you had stayed. What it would be like to have your company in the evening, your presence nearby as he worked, to be able to listen to you talk and laugh.

He had been without companionship for so long, after the pain of losing his people, he avoided anyone other than his animals. Who would've guessed had become so lonely? That deep down he longed to be close to someone again?

As Beorn traveled to higher ground, he froze when he realized that in the distance a massive army of Orcs was marching towards the lonely mountain. With an army of that size, there would surely be a massacre.

His choice seemed clear at this point, he would need to travel quickly to the Lonely Mountain if he was going to be of any help.

…

Beorn staggered forward, his body shifting from bear to man. He fell to the ground, barely able to hold himself upon his hands, groaning as every bone in his body changed shape and readjusted position.

The battle had been chaos, Beorn and the eagles arrived just moments after the orcs struck. Without hesitation he had joined the fight, biting and clawing his way through, while keeping a hopeful eye out for you. However, there had been no sign of you with the dwarves.

Once the fighting had finally ended, and the remaining orcs had fled, Beorn resumed his search, even fiercer than before.

Getting back on his feet, he grabbed a discarded banner and wrapped it around his hips, and held it up with his left hand. Men and elves gawked over his size, watching as he stumbled towards the camps.

His bones and muscles ached from transforming in such quick succession, his energy drained from fighting, but he was desperate to find you.

Beorn pressed on, limping forward, passing by nameless faces belonging to men, elves, and dwarves. His eyes searching for any sign of you. Many thoughts crossed his mind, should he remain hopeful that he’d find you alive and well or brace himself for the worst should he find you dead or not at all?

“Y/n,” he called from the center of the camp, his eyes darting back and forth.

Tilda, Bard’s youngest, spotted the giant man calling for you. Too intimidated to approach him herself, she decided to find you for him instead.

She quickly made her way around the tents and rumble of the old city, finally finding you speaking with her father.

“Y/n,” she said, tugging on your sleeve drawing your attention away from Bard.

“Yes?” You chirped.

“Someone’s looking for you.”

You furrowed your brow, “Who is?”

She shrugged, “no idea, never seen anyone like him.”

Filled with curiosity, you followed Tilda. You had no clue as to who would come looking for you, you had already seen the company.

You stopped dead in your tracks upon seeing a very bewildered and naked Beorn calling out for you.

Beorn?” You shouted, still utterly surprised to see the skin-changer here of all places.

He spun around and the moment he saw you alive and well, he collapsed to his knees. Without thinking, you rushed to his side and knelt down beside him.

“Are you alright?” He asked immediately, his large hand cupping your cheek.

“I’m fine,” you shook your head with a small smile. “it’s you who needs tending to.” You looked behind you towards your tent, then back to Beorn, “Are you able to walk?”

He nodded, wincing as he rose to his feet. You guided him forward towards your tent and helped him settle down on the blankets.

“You weren’t you with the dwarves...” he started, groaning as he laid down.

“It’s a long story,” you sighed, preparing to tend to Beorn’s various cuts and bruises.

“I’ve got time,” he encouraged.

You laughed. “I suppose you're right… well, after our encounter with the elves, we met Bard, who was kind enough to smuggle us into Lake-Town,” you began, wrapping his hand with a bandage.

“Thorin offered the townsfolk a share of the mountain's riches for their help. I stayed behind when they departed... Kili had fallen ill, I offered to stay and help care for him.”

Beorn listened intently to your story. His eyes observing you carefully as you effortlessly talked and worked at the same time.

You explained how Bard and his son slayed Smaug, and how you rejoined the rest of the dwarves, but by then Thorin had succumbed to the Dragon Sickness.

“He had become so cruel,” you continued, cleaning a long scratch on Beorn’s forearm. “the rest of the company was concerned for him as well.”

You sighed, setting the rag down and retrieving a salve. “I believe what Bilbo did was justified, so when Thorin called Bilbo a traitor, I left too and joined the others,” you shrugged.

During most of the battle, you were with Bard’s children, trying your best to protect them, despite not being much of a fighter.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Beorn said softly, looking up at you.

“What about you?” You asked, lifting your brow. “I can't imagine that you were anxious to help the dwarves out again.”

He looked away for a moment, before quietly answering. “I’m here for you,” he said with a serious look.

“For me?” You stuttered, wide-eyed.

He nodded, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

“I’m happy you’re here,” You smiled, lightly pushing back his hair from his face and stroking his cheek tenderly, as you admired the rather gentle skin-changer.

“Now, sweet man, get some rest,” you urged, before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Beorn fell asleep easily enough, in fact, the sound of his snoring could be heard from all corners of the camp.

He had traveled quite a distance in such a short amount of time, then immediately fought his way through an army of orcs just for you. The thought alone made you feel as though you were floating.

Quietly, you tiptoed out of the tent in search of fabric. You doubted any of the spare clothing here would fit him, he was far taller and larger than most of the men at the camp.

It was dark out when you returned, Beorn was still sleeping soundly in your tent. You found the sound of his snores oddly comforting. The nights here and on your travels had been far too quiet for your liking, making you feel rather lonely at night.

Sitting in the corner by a lit candle, you worked on using spare fabric to make Beorn some pants. You couldn’t imagine what people had thought seeing him wandering around practically naked.

Your face heated up as you pictured him standing there with nothing but a raggedy scrap of cloth to cover himself with. He was an attractive man in a wild sort of way, muscular with untamed hair.

Lost in your thoughts, you accidentally stabbed your finger with the needle, hissing you sucked on your fingertip to help with the pain.

Beorn stirred at the sound, “are you alright?”

“You heard that?” You perked up.

“Mmhmm,” he answered, still partially asleep. “I can hear the mice outside the tent scurrying about, and even the horses braying in the distance.”

“That’s quite amazing,” you noted.

He laughed lowly, “I suppose it is… what are you doing up so late Busy Bee?”

“Just need to finish something first.”

He closed his eyes again, “you should be sleeping.”

“I will shortly,” you smiled, running the needle through the fabric again as you worked on finishing the seam.

…

Beorn stared at you with an unreadable expression, his eyes focused on the pants you were currently holding out towards him.

“It’s not my best work,” you started, fidgeting slightly. “But I figured it had to be better than nothing. I guessed your measurements, and I think they’ll fit at least well enough for you to walk around the camp, and if they’re too loose, I can take them in a bit. That wouldn’t take too long, I suppose.”

You continued to ramble as Beorn sat there somehow quieter than usual. This gift presented an odd dilemma with it.

You made something for him, you had considered his needs and worked almost all night on it. According to skin-changer traditions, this could be considered a marriage proposal, a symbol of you willing to provide for him.

Of course, he was aware that you were unfamiliar with skin-changer practices, but that still didn’t make this any easier on him. As the last of his kind, he was the last to maintain their customs and traditions.

“I’m afraid I cannot accept,” Beorn finally admitted.

Your shoulders slumped, your hands lowering, “why? I made them for you.”

Beorn sighed, “For skin-changers giving gifts is a romantic gesture to put it lightly.”

“Oh, I see,” you nodded, feeling rather embarrassed.

The truth was you wouldn’t mind becoming romantically involved with Beorn, it wasn’t something you had given much thought to. But you couldn’t deny the attraction that was there.

Not sure what else to do, you went about your day as he continued to rest.

It didn’t take long for Beorn to heal, by the second day he looked as good as new.

He sighed, sitting in your tent alone with his thoughts. He had no excuse to stay any longer, the animals at home needed him to return. He accomplished what he had set out to do, he fought orcs, found you safe and sound. It was time for him to leave.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to leave, and he was completely aware of why he didn’t want to leave you.

"Beorn?" You said lightly shuffling inside the tent, and successfully drawing him from his thoughts.

His intense gaze falling upon you. “Yes, little bee?”

You inhaled deeply and held out the pants to him again.

His brow furrowed, “y/n-“

“I know,” you interrupted him. “But please hear me out, my feelings for you are rather new, but I’ve traveled a long way to get here, and of all the amazing and terrifying places I had seen, the only one I wanted to return to was your home.”

Your heart was racing, your face was flush, and you didn’t dare meet his gaze, instead, you stared at the ground praying he’d say something.

Suddenly you felt his fingers lightly brush against yours as he accepted your gift.

Your head snapped up, as you looked at him with big eyes. A content smile formed on his lips as he leaned down and his forehead touched yours gently nuzzling against it while his large hands softly caressed your arms.

“We’ll depart in the morning,” he whispered.

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batsinspace · 4 years ago

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Too Risky

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: (Y/N) gets hurt after offering herself up as bait for a case. Spencer isn’t pleased.

Requested by: @dilaudidwinchester - Heyy! It is very nice to meet youuu! Can i request a fic where the reader risks their life for the team or spencer and they get hurt but happy ending cause i’m sensitive..obviously only if you wanna <3

Of course darling!! Here you are--I hope it’s okay! Enjoy :)

Gif credit to: criminal-mindsx

Warnings: Guns, mentions of the case, gunshot wound, swearing.

Word count: 1.1K.

It was risky, and you knew that going in. As bait.

Yet somehow, after 6 years of training and a separate year of time spent with the BAU, you were on the ground within seconds of entering the unsub’s apartment.

And now you had a gun to your head.

You knew the team could be coming in any second. When they realized their plan had gone wrong--using you as bait for the unsub--they’d come rushing in, doing whatever they could to save a member of the team. They’d get you out of there in time.

Right?

The unsub, Jason Gifford, stood over you, a gun resting comfortably in his hand. In his other was a lock of your hair.

“It almost worked, you know,” he said in a low growl. “Them sending someone like you in to disarm me and bring me in, hmm?” He leaned down to sniff your hair and you suppressed a shudder.

“You’re just my type.”

That was the whole point, you fucking perv, you thought, but you said nothing.

As Gifford let your hair go, you heard a creak in the floorboards outside the door. And that’s when the team burst in. Splinters of wood clashed to the floor and you couldn’t help but flinch as a gun was pressed to your head again.

“Back up! BACK UP!” He yelled, grabbing your neck and holding you closer to him. It was ironic, you thought, how you became one of the victims you worked so hard to bring home safely.

“Alright, alright.” There was Morgan, his voice level. “Let’s put the guns down and talk about this, okay?”

Gifford shook his head. “This ain’t gonna end like that,” he growled.

You took a deep breath and tried to lock eyes with Reid. He’d been against you going in as the bait, and despite that, you’d agreed. You wanted to make the team happy, to impress Hotch.

“You don’t have a choice, Gifford,” Reid stepped in. “There is an overwhelming amount of evidence against you--for both aggravated assault, rape, kidnapping, and first degree murder. We’ve--”

“Got me?” Gifford finished Reid’s sentence and tightened his grip on your neck. “No. I’ve got her.” He cocked the gun.

“I need a plane to Aruba, two asian strippers, and $50,000. Then you’ll get your precious agent back.”

Classic narcissistic personality disorder. Thinks he can get away from the law.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Morgan stepped forward. He abandoned the “guns down” approach and gestured to you. “Let her go, and we won’t have any more trouble.”

“Take a step back,” Gifford spat. You heard the click of a gun.

When Morgan didn’t back down, everything exploded. You felt a pressure in your shoulder, then the burn of a bullet. You could hear someone yelling, saying your name, and the thump of the unsub behind you, but then you felt your body shutting down. Your eyes were closing.

Hotch threw himself on top of the unsub and kicked the gun away. Reid rushed to you, kneeling beside you and putting pressure on the wound. You could hear Morgan speaking quickly into a phone, but your eyes were so, so heavy…

The last thing you heard was sirens.

---

“She just got out of surgery, so we’d appreciate it if you let her rest as long as possible.” A kind voice spoke, sounding distant and bubbly. You were groggy, your head swimming through fog.

“Thank you,” you heard, and recognized it as Reid. You struggled to open your eyes.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Reid’s voice was soft and gentle. You managed to meet his eyes and gave him a smile.

“Hi.”

“Do you know where you are?” He asked. You shook your head, your tired eyes flitting around the room.

“You were shot, (Y/N). The bullet came in at a vertical angle, getting lodged in your clavicle. If it had gone any further, you could have suffered…” His voice trailed off as he realized he was rambling. That wasn’t what you needed right now.

He smiled and gently took your hand. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”

You tried to smile again, but it broke into a grimace as you shifted your position to get more comfortable. “Is Gifford in custody?” You asked, mind wandering back to the case. Reid’s expression shifted.

“Yes. He won’t bother you anymore.”

You shivered at the thought of him touching your hair, breathing down your neck…

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up at him, forcing yourself back into the present.

“I know you wanted to impress Hotch… We all do. But you put your life on the line, and it just… It was too risky.” You couldn’t help but smirk a bit.

“Is Dr. Spencer Reid worried about me?” You teased. You expected him to laugh it off in his cute, awkward way, but he looked away. His jaw was tensed.

“It was too dangerous, (Y/N).”

“We took him down, and I got out okay. It’s fine, Spence, really.”

His eyes flashed up to meet yours. “You know, when the body goes through trauma, the brain releases chemicals meant to battle the stress and pain. Your brain is overloaded on endorphins right now, and medication--You’re not in the right state of mind.” He stood up, and suddenly, you got the sense he was angry.

“I feel fine, Spence--”

“You shouldn’t have done it!” His hands were clenched, his eyes squeezed shut. “You shouldn’t have done that, (Y/N), and I… I shouldn’t have let you.”

You made a face and leaned forward to grab his hand, pulling him closer. “You don’t get to make decisions for me like that,” you said firmly. “I’m part of this team. I get a say in what I do and how I do it.”

Reid slowly sat back down, pulling his fingers through his hair. He was quiet for a long time, and through the haze of the medication, you realized his eyes were starting to tear up.

“Spence?”

He didn’t look up, unable to meet your eyes.

“Spence, please.” You gently squeezed his hand. “Look at me.”

He did. You smiled softly.

“I’m okay. Everything’s okay.”

You gently pulled him closer to the hospital bed. He reluctantly gave in, laying down next to you and holding you as gently as he could. You ignored the slight burn in your shoulder--this felt nice. You could feel his shoulders relax and his breathing slow.

As your eyes started to relax, you realized why Spencer was so goddamn worried about you. Why he’d waited for you to get out of surgery, why he’d been the first one you saw when you woke up.

And you realized why it was such a comfort that he was lying in that bed with you.

You loved that man.

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jordanstrophe · 4 years ago

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The Veil: 2

At your mercy

CW: Kidnapping, gagging, restraining, kicking, manhandling, talk of killing, creepy caretakers

Masterlist

Steven shivered against the old rowboat, his eyes darting fearfully between the gazes of his kidnappers that loomed over him. The ocean wooshed against the boat with every wave, the creaking and clattering of each paddle stroked through the waters.

The only one who didn’t dare make eye contact was Virgil, the one who’s belt was gagged in his mouth.

He shifted his jaw uncomfortably against the leathery belt. He wanted to lift his head to try and see where he was being taken, but he didn’t want to risk his head getting dragged underwater again by Ryker, who sat next to him with his silver shotgun propped against knee reflecting in the moonlight.

“We’re almost to the veil.” Ralph murmured, grunting through another paddle.

Virgil finally looked down at Steven, noticing his shivering as he slowly pulled off his long coat. He draped it over him like a blanket as he looked up at him with a thankful look.

“What are you doing?” Ryker sneered.

“He’s cold and wet. It’s only going to get colder the further in the veil we get.” Virgil slunk back in his position as he crossed his arms as only Ryker rolled his eyes.

He wasn’t wrong. The air got colder and thicker as a mist crept along the ocean. Steven looked up at the stars as they became dim from the thick shroud of mist.

“How do you learn how to navigate this, Ralph?” Virgil asked.

“Been doing this through my whole fishin’ life! I know this ocean like the back of my hand.” He gave a proud smile with his missing teeth.

“It’s also a straight shot.” The old woman sassed.

“Shut yet yappin, Wendy! It’s skill to navigate the veil!”

“Oh yeah? If it’s a skill to row a boat straight!”

‘’Silence! Both of you. Let's just get through this safely, then you're more than welcome to tear each other apart at shore.” Ryker’s voice boomed. His head snapped down to Steven when he saw him flinch, giving him a rough tap with the toe of his boot with a smirk.

Who...? Who on earth were these people? Where were they going? What was this veil?!

A thousand questions swam through his head. All he could do was lay helplessly at their feet and shiver, slowly swaying with the boat that rocked back and forth.

He was exhausted. He fought the urge to fall asleep on the spot as his eyes felt heavy.

No! He couldn't fall asleep. Not with his life on the line. He had to think of something... Anything!

“Wake up! We’re here.” A hand gripped his ponytail as his head was wrenched up with a yelp.

“W-wake up? What did he mean to wake up? had he fallen asleep?

He was drug to his feet as a hand slithered around his waist hoisting him off the boat onto an old dock. Virgil was there waiting as he took hold of his bound arm to steady him.

They were on an island, the entire place was surrounded by mist like a snowglobe. Not even the ocean could be seen through it. The glass lamps had flames of torches inside lighting the way to distant building rooftops in the center.

His coat was harshly grabbed as Ryker pulled him along the path. The trail was made from stone as they came to the village, the center had a large opening surrounded by large dark well-built homes.

“Mother! Father brought something home!” A young girl called.

“He did? What did he-... An outsider!? Nancy, get inside this instant! It’s not safe!”

“No! I wanna see!” She snapped, wrenching her arm from her mothers attempts to drag her off.

Steven was roughly thrown to the ground as his knees dug into the dirt. He slowly raised his head as he found himself surrounded by the village, all standing far away like a plague. Their wide horrified eyes studied him up and down as he huddled low to the ground in an attempt to hide from their gaze.

“What is the meaning of this!?” A woman's voice shrilled as she showed no hesitation to approach. Before Steven even got a chance to see her, the sharp toe of her heel met his chest as he fell back with a grunt.

“Why have you brought an outsider into the village!?” Her voice boomed.

“He saw us loading the boat, we didn’t have a choice.” Ryker groveled with his head down.

The woman let out a disappointed sigh.

“Come now, Ryker, this was your responsibility. You have your one job, keep the group hidden and safe on the supply runs!”

“I- I did, Mara! I staked out the place! He shouldn’t have been there, I don’t know why he was there, but he was!” Ryker’s boot hit Steven’s back as it ruined his attempts to crawl back onto his knees.

“We followed protocol... We brought him here for you to decide his fate.” Ryker hissed.

The village murmured amongst themselves with curiosity. "She should kill him. He’s a danger. He knows too much. He’ll lead the monsters to us! "

“SILENCE!” Mara shouted, as the air fell silent.

“I shall decide no one's fate. You brought this mess upon yourselves, the houses shall be the deciding factor.” Her head cranked down a notch to make eye contact with Steven as he finally saw her. Her long black hair, her cold blue eyes, her dark red dress.

“He’s your responsibility. So figure. It. out.” She murmured, not breaking eye contact as Steven could do nothing but let out a frightened whimper behind the belt between his teeth.

“Just kill him, Ryker!” A woman screamed from the porch. “Mother no!” Her daughter pleaded, tugging her sleeve. “Father! Don’t kill him!” She cried out to Ryker, who only let out an exhausted sigh.

Wait! No! No no no! Why... Why did everyone want me dead!? All because I saw a boat!? What was happening? WHY was this happening!?

“Aye, I say kill. It’s better to put him down then to have him escape and rat us all out. It'll be the end of us.” Ralph huffed.

"Wait! Wait wait wait, what are you all talking about?! There’s only one way in and out of the island, and it’s to pass through the veil! So long as he stays here, we are all safe!” Virgil cried, standing by Steven’s crumbled form with his hands raised in his defense.

“Oh shut it, Virgil! Put your righteous vendetta away! We must put the village first!” Wendy hollered.

“Ryker!... Please! Look at him, he’s just a kid!” Virgil begged, stepping aside to make him watch Steven cowering at his feet, his expression frozen with horror as he was forced to listen to them call for his head.

He sighed, slumping his shotgun over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. Unless someone is willing to keep the rat in check, it’s just too risky.” He sneered, his eyes low and cold.

“Then we’ll take him!” A voice sounded through the crowd. The arguments fell silent as a woman broke into the clearing, standing by Virgil's side.

“Marry! .. Are you sure?” Virgil whispered while taking her arm.

“I’m positive.” She smiled, her hand settling on his cheek.

“My husband and I will take him! We will be responsible for any action he may cause and keep him under control. If anyone has a problem with the boy, you may take it up with us!” She yelled.

They were met with angry bloodthirst stares, yet no one dared to go against them.

“May I take the silence as an “okay?” She twisted her head to the side.

“Bah! Whatever!” Ralph tsked, waving his hands dismissively.

"If anything happens, it's on your household's head. He is at your mercy." Ryker warned.

“Wonderful...” She smirked as she turned and crouched by Steven, cupping his cheeks in her hand to get a look at him.

“Hey there.” She whispered as he looked up at her with pleading eyes, muffled whimpers escaping his lips.

Please... Don’t kill me...

“Shh, sh sh... It’s going to be alright.” She smiled, unbuckling the belt tied to his face. Her eyes went skeptical as she studied the leather belt in her hand.

“Virgil.. Isn’t this...?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s mine.” He sighed as she gave him a judgmental look before handing it back to him.

“P-please..” Steven whispered, frozen from fear. Her hand met his chin as she tilted his head up.

“Now now, It’s okay. What’s your name?” She asked. He tried to wrench his head away to hide a tear falling down his cheek, but her grip refused to let him move until he had answered her question.

“Ste-Steven.” He rasped. Her expression widened into a smile as she thumbed away the tear.

“Alright Steven. We’re going to take such good care of you. Mmkay?” She smiled.

“Just behave, and everything will be okay.” Her hand stroked the hair from his face.

“Be good for us, and you won’t get hurt...”

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deja-you · 4 years ago

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Starlight

m. de lafayette x reader

chapter two | spies and white lies

summary: it was never your intent to be anything more than a common thief, but fate -- and a rather attractive general -- have other plans for you.

word count: 3.6k

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“What are we at now? Twenty argenti?” You grin and lean forward, elbows resting on the table. “Another round, Mulligan?”

The tailor gives you a look that only makes your smile widen. “I don’t know if I have anything left to wager.”

“Mulligan, your deployment is about to head out, you should get down to the loading dock.”

The look of relief on Mulligan’s face is nearly comical when Hamilton interrupts the next game you are setting up. Mulligan mutters a half-hearted apology, you wish him luck, and then he is all too eager to leave.

Hamilton places a hand on your shoulder and points you in the direction of Lafayette’s office. “The general would like a word with you.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“Aren’t you always?”

“Fair point. Wish me luck, Lex,” you mutter, making your way into the lion’s den.

You knock twice on the door, and without waiting for a reply, you push open the door and let yourself into Lafayette’s office. Dim, warm light greets you – a stark contrast to the harsh white lighting found in most buildings on Philia. Lafayette sits at his desk, thumbing through pages and pages of paperwork. The navy cape usually worn around his shoulders is draped over the back of his chair, and he absently scratches his beard as he continues to read the papers in front of him.

“You wanted to see me?” You ask.

He nods toward the empty chairs in front of his desk. “Yes, have a seat.”

You sit down across from him and wait for him to inform you as to why you’ve been called into his office. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before Lafayette finally puts down his paperwork and leans back in his chair.

He appraises you silently, then finally: “Hamilton says you’re cleaning my men out of their money.”

“I want you to know,” you say quickly, “that my actions have been completely legal. It’s not my fault you never taught your men how to gamble.”

“How much did Mulligan lose today?” He asks.

“Twenty.”

“You don’t feel bad about taking money from the poor guy?”

“It’s Mulligan.” The both of you share a laugh. “Did you call me in here to tell me to stop taking your soldiers’ money?”

“Not at all, feel free to continue scamming them out of their money,” he says with a shrug. “As long as you keep supplying me with intel on the New British battle plans, you can do whatever you want with your off hours.”

“I take it you’ve got a new mission for me?”

“Perceptive. This is why I hired you.”

“I thought you hired me because I’m expendable,” you say bluntly.

He stiffens at your comment and slowly shakes his head. “No, that’s not it. You’re incredibly good at what you do, and I think you’re the perfect person for this job.”

Lafayette hands you a tablet with the information for your next mission. This one is a bit different than the previous jobs he had you run. It had been your job to lay low at shady bars around Philia that had been known as sympathizers of the New British crown and report back any information you had overheard. On occasion, you had been sent to spy on wealthy sympathizers at dinner parties, galas, races, etc. All these events took place on Philia or neighboring planets. Looking down at the tablet, your eyes widened a little at the name of your next location.

“You’re sending me to Hesse?” You say in surprise.

“It would be…” he pauses and thinks through his words. “It’s rather vital we send someone to observe negotiations between the leaders of Hesse and New Britannia. We have reason to believe they’re discussing more than just a renewal of the neutrality act.”

“I see. It’s just that… Hesse is quite far. It’s not even part of the United Planets of Amerigo,” you say. Lafayette knows this. Hesse is a part of a large federation of planets that has remained neutral during the war between Amerigo and New Britannia. It’s out of Lafayette’s jurisdiction, if anything happened to you there…

“You don’t have to go,” he says quickly. “You can say no. If you don’t think you can—”

“You said this was vital, yes?” You say. “Who else would you send?”

Lafayette is silent while he tries to come up with another name. There isn’t anyone else they can send; his silence tells you.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

He eyes you warily. “This is a risky idea. Maybe I shouldn’t have suggested it. We can find another way. You shouldn’t go.”

“General,” you say firmly, “I’m going to Hesse. You said yourself that I’m the perfect person for this job; I already speak Alemanni.”

“You speak Alemanni?”

“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me, general. Glad I’m still full of surprises.” You scan the information on the tablet and stand from your chair. “Guess I should be going, then. I’ve got a lot of studying to do.”

“Our contact will be limited while you’re on Hesse, but if you run into the slightest bit of danger, press this button here on your bracelet and we’ll fly in to pick you up immediately.”

Lafayette hands you the bracelet in question, and you give him a nod before sliding it onto your wrist. You’re a few minutes out from the capital city, and the general is running through any last-minute details with you before he drops you off and the ship heads back into orbit around Hesse.

“Remember, this is a reconnaissance mission. You are not to engage in any combat whatsoever. Get in, get information, get out. Do you understand?” He asks.

Lafayette misses it when you roll your eyes, which is probably for the best. “I got it, general.”

He lands the ship, opens the cargo door, and turns his chair to face you. “One more thing.”

You groan. “What could you have possibly forgotten to say?”

Lafayette crosses his hands over his chest, taking one more good look at you. “Be safe out there.”

You’re a little shocked by his sudden switch to a softer tone, and it must show. You stare at him awkwardly for a minute before giving a small nod, grabbing your pack, and stepping out of the ship. Behind you, the ship begins to depart. You don’t turn back to watch it leave. You are now on a mission.

Hesse is vastly different from Philia. Where Philia has a temperate, warm climate, Hesse is considerably colder. Fortunately, it’s not snowing when you arrive, but the chilling winds are so harsh you don’t think it would make a difference. Traffic on the streets in Hesse is minimal, and you attribute this to the less than desirable weather. You’re not going to get any information from the inanimate light posts or street signs, so you find what looks like a promising tavern and head inside.

The tavern contrasts the icy Hesse environment; inside is warm and bright, backed with patrons from wall to wall and buzzing with conversation. As you make your way to the bar, you pick up on bits and pieces of the conversations happening around you. You’re in your element.

“You have to stop worrying so much. She’s a smart girl, she would call you if she needed any help.”

It’s been a few cycles since Lafayette dropped you off on Hesse. He didn’t expect you to call for him immediately, but he can’t stop himself from worrying a bit when he doesn’t hear from you for a few days. Lafayette is on a spaceship by himself with nothing better to do except work through piles of paperwork and think up every scenario that could go wrong for you on Hesse. If anything happens to you, he will be to blame.

In his defense, Lafayette had never wanted to send you to Hesse in the first place. It had been a rather forceful suggestion from General Washington after the head of the army had seen your success rates. Of course it made sense that you would be the one to take on this mission, but that didn’t make Lafayette feel any better about it. He voices these concerns in a call to Hamilton while he orbits endlessly around the planet.

“I’m serious, Lafayette,” Hamilton says, beginning to sound a little exasperated. “There’s nothing you can do at this point. I’m sure she wouldn’t want you panicking over this anyway.”

“Was this a huge mistake?” Lafayette asks, effectively ignoring all of Hamilton’s previous statements.

“No, it wasn’t. We need information on these treaties, I have no doubt New Britannia has something up their sleeves. If anyone’s going to figure it out, it’s her. You didn’t have a choice.”

It must be the eleventh or twelfth time Hamilton has repeated these sentiments on this call alone. Lafayette decides there’s no point in continuing on this line of conversation, so he surrenders for the time being.

“You’re right,” he says. “No point in worrying. So, have I missed anything while I’ve been gone?”

“Not much. Mulligan’s sent some intel back to us from his latest mission, nothing big yet. Oh, Laurens arrived back yesterday. A few bruises and a broken finger or two, but other than that, he seems to be fine.” Hamilton is happy enough with the subject change.

“He made it back in one piece? Well, how about that. The way he fights, you’d think he’s got a death wish.”

On the other line, Hamilton releases a bark of laughter. “You’d think so. Most men in your battalion are rather careless when it comes to safety. You think you had a hand in teaching ‘em that?”

“Me? I hardly think—”

He pauses mid-sentence when the light on his computer begins flashing a few times and a succession of beeps start sounding. Whatever he was about to say is lost at his lips when he stares at the blinking light. Lafayette has been waiting for this.

“I have to go,” he says to Hamilton, “it’s her.”

Lafayette doesn’t offer more of a goodbye, not that he needs to, and hangs up the call with Hamilton. Immediately he kicks into gear, sliding into the pilot’s seat and speeding toward the surface of Hesse in the direction being sent to the ship from your bracelet.

He’s surprised to find your tracking signal coming from a few miles outside of the capital, but he’s even more surprised when he finds the position you’re in. Amidst a forest of snow-covered trees, a fortress peaks out over the treetop with Gothic towers and intimidating sculptures. Along the top of one set of battlement walls, a fight has broken out and blasts of light are being shot from one side to the other. As Lafayette gets closer, he sees that you are on one side of this battle, doing your best to fend off a squadron of joint Hesse-New Britannia troops. It could be going better for you; you’re crouched behind a heavy shield, leaning out now and then to fire a blast at the soldiers who are gaining ground second by second.

Lafayette can’t be sure from this distance, but when you see the ship approaching, he swears he sees a grin spread across your features. Then, in a move that surprises both Lafayette and the soldiers, you stand from your position, and with a few steps, you’ve flung yourself off the castle walls. Lafayette curses under his breath, racing forward in the ship, opening the bay doors, and turning the ship sideways to catch you while you plummet from the air. Somewhere behind him in the ship, he hears a loud thud and is relieved to know you’ve made it onboard.

The soldiers recover from their shock and begin targeting the spaceship instead. Lafayette is able to avoid any significant damage to the ship by weaving through the trees, but it isn’t an easy task. When the blasts begin to fade and the fortress is far enough behind, the spaceship shoots up into the air, racing out of Hesse airspace. Lafayette navigates the ship for a bit, but once he feels they’re safe, he switches the ship into autopilot. He has a spy to debrief.

Lafayette finds you in the cargo bay, looking a little worse for wear. “Are you alright? Injured?”

You look up at him and grin. “Fantastic.”

After a quick observation, Lafayette concludes that “fantastic” would not be the word he used to describe your current state. Your hair is a mess, your face is covered with dirt and cuts, and you are cradling your wrist that looks bent out of shape, the skin around it already turning into a purple-blue color. He raises an eyebrow.

“Alright, I suppose I’ve been in better shape,” you say casually.

Lafayette steps closer, gently pulling your arm to him so he can inspect the injury. His eyes darken as they move from your wrist to your eyes, and you’re suddenly aware of the proximity between the two of you.

“Who did this?” His voice is quiet, but the low growl in the back of his throat sends chills down your spine.

Your uninjured hand takes the arm that is holding you, and his grip on your arm softens. “No one. I think I might’ve broken my wrist on landing.”

His eyes lower and he releases you. Suddenly aware of your closeness, he takes a step back.

“You think?” He scoffs, walking over to the wall and opening up the first aid kit. You’re sitting on the ground, back pressed up against a crate, and Lafayette kneels beside you and begins to tend to your wound. “Tell me about the mission while I patch you up.”

“I think it went rather well. I found a job as a translator my first day on the planet.”

“How did you manage that?”

“Turns out there’s a lack of Alemanni-English speakers on Hesse, and the New Britannia diplomats were in need of a translator. Right place, right time, I suppose.

Anyway, I was brought to this Hessian duke’s castle where the negotiations were being made. The first few days of negotiations gave me nothing to report on; just usual diplomatic pleasantries and treaty renewals as had been stated by New Britannia. However, last night negotiations took a different turn.

The New Britannia ambassador told the duke that the New British army was in need of troops, and they were willing to pay large sums. They’re hiring Hessian soldiers as mercenaries.”

“Mercenaries? I thought Hesse wanted to remain neutral in this war,” Lafayette frowned, placing a bandage over one of your larger cuts.

You nod in agreement, “That’s what I thought, too. Apparently, many of the Hessian princes are in a lot of debt – they need the money and the Brits backed them into a corner. I was going to call for you to pick me up last night, but I thought I could dig up some more information.”

“And did you?”

“Of course I did, general,” you grin again and pat the leather bound journal next to you; Lafayette hadn’t even noticed it before. “Snuck into the ambassador’s office this morning and found this. Looked like it had some information on upcoming battle strategies, but I didn’t have much time to read through it, I was caught by one of the ambassador’s guards. Barely made it out, guess I was lucky you were there when I needed you, huh?”

“Lucky only begins to describe it. You shouldn’t have put yourself in unnecessary danger.”

“I took care of myself, didn’t I? Besides, I think General Washington will find this information rather helpful.”

Lafayette can’t help but smile when you hand him the journal. He flips through a few pages, his eyes widening in pleasant surprise. This is more information than he had hoped to get out of this mission. Lafayette sets the journal down beside him, pulling a sling out from the first aid kit and gently lifting your arm into the fabric.

“I’ll make sure you receive proper medical attention once we get back to Philia, but this should do the job for now.” Lafayette tucks the journal under his arm and stands to his feet. “I need to make a call to the generals to update them on the information you’ve just shared with me.”

“Of course.”

“Get some rest, you look like you need it.” He begins to walk in the direction of his personal quarters but pauses before he leaves the room. “Oh, and starlight?”

You look up at him.

“Good work.”

Once Lafayette leaves the room, you can’t stop the proud smile that appears on your lips. Still, Lafayette is right about one thing: you need some rest. With whatever energy that is remaining, you pull yourself to your feet and begin to search for somewhere more comfortable to sleep. You were provided with your own quarters on the ship, but the room is small, windowless, and cold. You doubt you could get any rest there. It’s been a long couple of days, so you give yourself the authority to wander the ship in search of something comforting. You’re careful to avoid the direction of Lafayette’s personal quarters, even though that’s where your heart is being pulled toward.

Somewhere in between the kitchen and the bridge, you find a large observation room, and it takes your breath away. A large window gives you a view of space that leaves you in awe. Stars and planets swirl past you in a mixture of colors and brightness as the ship races back to the familiarity of Philia. The vastness of space should be intimidating, but for some reason, you feel safe. There is a world of opportunities open to you, and somehow you’ve managed to end up on this little spacecraft drifting through space and time. There is nowhere you’d rather be.

The observation deck is by no means extravagant or luxurious, the metal walls have sustained a fair amount of scrapes, a stale odor hangs in the air. Somehow, it feels more like home than anywhere else on the ship. You curl up on one of the old, stiff couches pushed against the back wall. As stars pass by, you count them. One, two… thirty-eight, thirty-nine… It’s somewhere between eighty-two and eighty-seven that you finally lose count and your heavy eyelids finally succumb to sleep.

Hours later, or maybe it’s days – you can’t really tell the passage of time in space – you begin to stir. When you open your eyes, the planets and stars outside the observation window are passing by slower, and in front of you, you can see the brown and green landscape of Philia. You pull your blanket around yourself tighter and enjoy the moment of peace. Who knows when you’ll have a chance to relax once you’re back on Philia, most likely you’ll be given another mission.

It’s not that you don’t enjoy your job; it’s the best job you’ve had in decades. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but you like doing work that feels important, work that makes you feel like you’re making a difference. The paycheck is a nice benefit as well. Still, the life of a spy for the United Planets of Amerigo isn’t exactly relaxing. Taking on new identities each week and the risks that came along with it was exciting, but incredibly stressful. Maybe one day when the war ended you would settle down. Picket fence and an army of kids might be too much to ask, but you could see yourself moving to a quieter planet and building a home for yourself… and maybe someone else. You gazed out the window, looking at all the planets and picking which one you would one day grow old on.

“Great view, isn’t it?”

Your eyes flick from the window to where Lafayette stands in the doorway. He wears his white uniform as always, watching you carefully, the gold in his dark eyes bright underneath the starlight. He crosses his arms over his chest and casually leans against the doorframe.

“I come here when I need to clear my head. It puts things in perspective, gives me a sense of…”

“…peace,” you finish for him.

Lafayette stares out the window for a moment, nods and turns back to you. “Yes, peace.”

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a moment, Lafayette watches the way the light dances over your skin and can’t help but admire the artwork. You stare back into his eyes until you feel that he’s on the verge of staring right into your soul. You’ve never been completely open with someone before, and you’re not ready to be now, so you look away. The connection is broken, and he takes a step back, looking anywhere but at you.

“I just came to let you know that we’ll be landing in Philia soon,” he says, turning to leave.

“Wait,” you shrug the warmth off your shoulders, “I believe this belongs to you.”

It had taken you a moment in your sleepy consciousness to remember that you had no blanket when you had fallen asleep. At some point, Lafayette must have found you and covered your sleeping body with his navy cape. Always the gentleman. You fold up the fabric in your arms, already missing its warmth, and cross the room to return it to its owner.

“Thank you,” he says politely.

Your hands briefly touch when you hand him the cape, and the both of you linger for a moment too long. The moment is over when you pull your hands away, and the both of you silently agree not to address it.

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dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram · 4 years ago

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I’d love to hear your thoughts on Louis’ class position if you want to elaborate.

What a great question anon - of course I would love to!

Louis was born in Doncaster in 1991. That sentance is a weighty starting point to a discussion about class. Eight years earlier, Doncaster had been the centre of militancy when Miners were striking to protect the possibility of decent work for working-class people. They had lost - and the price was losing was the devastation of work and the economy in the area.

I’ve always wondered if Len was a miner. The fact that he was working as a driver, makes it more likely - it’s a really common occupation among people who worked as miners. But whether or not that story of destruction and devastation is Louis’ family story, it’s still the story he grew up steeped in.

Jay was a working-class single mother at 19 (I think we know enough about her family to be reasonably sure at that). She would have studied throughout Louis’ childhood, and became a midwife in 2002 (although she had to put it on pause while the big twins were little, she must have gone back to it reasonably soon, because she was a senior midwife by the time she had the little twins). Jay and Louis’ economic position got more secure as time went on, not least because she got married, but both Jay and Louis have talked a lot about money being tight at various points. Once Jay was able to work as a midwife again after the twins were born - their family would definitely be in a better position than a lot of families in Doncaster. Both midwifery and selling cars to businesses (which is what Mark did) are borderline jobs when it comes to class. Although importantly at this point in Doncaster - they weren’t constantly being restructured (we don’t know much about Mark’s work history before he got hte job he had when Louis went on X-factor).

But (and I think this is really important) - Jay and Mark had very little that they could pass on to their kids - and expectations and experiences of working-class people in Doncaster weren’t getting any better.

So what does that look like from pre-fame Louis’ point of view? He’s growing up in a place where the ruins of class conflict lost still dominate both the emotional and actual landscape. At some point, they’re in a position of relative economic security - and there are definitely a lot of people around who want that more. His Mum is working very hard for this little bit of security, and encourages him to join in the project of becoming middle class,. But that’s far from the only influence in his life - everything that he’s done since made it clear that he paid attention to the working-class older men in his family and wider circle. And he’s definitely not seen as a middle-class kid to the people around him. Authority figures feel free to say: ‘you are going to have a miserable shit life and that’s what people like you deserve’.

Then at 18, everything changes. Suddenly he’s a popstar. He has more money and opportunities than ever seemed like it would be possible. But he’s still carrying his experiences of class over the last eighteen years. I think it’s clear that not every door felt open - that there were lots of ways he would continue to feel like a kid from Donny - and therefore aspects of London that felt closed to him (this is based both on the way he’s described his own experiences).

I think that early 1D was also pretty heavily media trained to be non-threatening. The London riots happened, just before they were launched. And the discourse of ‘chavs’ was very much at its peak. I think it would have been very important to their success that 1D came across as compliant, safe working-class lads. And I think Louis and Zayn would have been the members who were seen at most at risk of suggesting otherwise. I think Louis probably understood (he was used to the sort of requests that were being made) - and was reasonably happy complying. But I think it’s really important not to treat early 1D as their unfiltered selves - the class messages they sent to the audience were central to their success. (I always wonder about Louis saying Manchster United as his football team, rather than Donny Rovers, in the Chris Moyles interview in this context, but obviously that could also be about his boyfriend).

And (this is even more speculative) I think there may have been more going on than that. It’s very noticeable that until mid 2012 - Louis isn’t being styled in a way that might make him come across as more straight. I don’t think that can be an accident - I think Caroline knew what she was doing. I’ve always wondered if that was about class - that the most important thing for Louis’ presentation in that first little bit, was making sure that he didn’t come across as a dangerous and unruly working class lad - and if that meant he came across as more gay - well that wasn’t that big a worry. I wonder what that was like for Louis, to experience how others viewed his class-background and his sexuality as incompatible.

As time went on that obviously changed - Louis’ embraced working-class Yorkshire signifiers much more, in speech, life and styling over the latter years of 1D. Again there’s a lot going on and it’s hard to tell what’s causing what. I think it’s clear that football was really useful to him as a way of making sense of the world (I’m thinking of him linking to Joey Barton’s Oxford Union address).

As all this is happening, things are only getting worse in Doncaster, for the kids he went to school with. After the 2008 crash, and the austerity that followed, South Yorkshire’s economy contracted more than Greece’s. He’s aware of this, although he only mentions it obliquely - by talking of liking a Russell Brand video where he talked about the same thing.

In 2017, Louis launches his solo career and he explicit discusses class for the first time. He describes himself as a ‘chav’. Now most of my response to this has been pure rage at the class hatred that circulates in fandom. But in terms of understanding Louis, there’s much more to say. The first is that it is a selective presentation of himself. When Louis talks to a radio host who grew up on a council estate, it’s clear that he didn’t.

But also class discourse has moved on by this point - post referendum the working-class isn’t being presented as unruly young white kids who want things they shouldn’t, but angry older white men who don’t like what’s been taken away from him. I’m really interested in this choice, because I think people involved must have known about this change. I think sexuality probably again played a role - now being seen as an unruly working-class young person was less risky and being seen as gay was much more risky. But also how much of this was about Louis’ understanding of class and his life being stuck when he became famous? Quite a lot has happened since 2010.

But on top of that - I think it’s really clear throughout his solo career how much his class background and experiences means to him. We particularly see it in the music videos. The decision to do the Two of Us video is one thing, but the way Louis connected with Richard is so much more. ‘Chav’ Louis may not be the whole truth - but it’s obviously pretty key to who he is.

So to sum up, I think Louis grew up surrounded by quite explicit class understandings, both of loss and resistance. He’s made it clear that older men’s experiences was quite important to him (and in the 1990s in Doncaster that’s quite a specific set of experiences). He wasn’t ever quite able to be the person who would fulfil his mother’s class ambitions through education, but obviously fulfilled them in another way. That required him to manage and present his class position for an audience to be consumed - and made the relationship between class and sexuality not just a private set of questions, but something that his whole team would have a say in. As an adult, he has reclaimed and rejoiced in his class culture and background. This is sometimes very processed and presented as part of his branding, but it also seems to reflect how he interacts with the world.

#This is more about how I think he engages with and understands class #than his class position per se #the question of class and celebrities #particularly in Britain is another one #Anonymous

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geekgirles · 4 years ago

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Your Heart

A centuries-long feud between two of the world's most mysterious and otherwordly species is put to a halt by a sudden crisis. Danny Phantom, unofficial protector of Amity Park and indisputable King of the Ghost Zone, seeing no other choice, must make a risky decision for the sake of his people and loved ones.

But can a ghost truly trust a witch given their people's history? Or will he fall under the spell of the hypnotising Queen of the Witches of Amity Park?

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CHAPTER 1 -- Desperate Measures

Neon green.

Neon green eyes.

The same sight that has accompanied him ever since that fateful day when he was fourteen and he entered his parents’ portal to the Ghost Zone.

The very first time he looked himself in the mirror after the accident he was greeted by those very same eerily green eyes, coupled with no little amount of panic and anxiety. And how could he not be frightened at the sight? Not only his eyes had changed colour, he himself had drastically transformed, too.

What once was a cascade of black hair falling down his face had become an avalanche of white strands. The black and white jumpsuit he’d worn as he entered the portal was still black and white, but the colour scheme was reversed. Surprisingly, instead of looking even paler than usual, his complexion gained a healthy tanーas soon as he learned what he had turned into, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the ridiculous notion of a dead guy having more flesh-coloured skin after dying. He couldn’t even recognise his own voice! And it wasn’t the typical “my voice sounds different now that I hear it recorded” type of different. No. There was a certain...echo to it.

Just what had he turned into?

As that first excruciating month after the accident would prove, he’d become a half-ghost, half-human hybrid.

He, Danny Fenton, was a halfa, as the locals liked to call him.

And by ‘locals’ he didn’t mean the people living in his hometown, Amity Park. He meant the ghosts living in the Ghost Zone. The parallel dimension to Earth that his parents had dedicated years to find, hence the creation of the Ghost Portal that led to the start of his rare condition.

And no, he couldn’t say ‘unique’ because there was another halfa that had been around for twenty years prior to his own accident. But he wasn’t going to go in detail about that; thinking about the fruitloop always put him in a bad mood. And he already had enough on his plate as it was.

To say his first year as a halfa was difficult would be an understatement, maybe as much of an understatement as it would be to call the sinking of the Titanic a midnight swim.

His first year with ghost powers had been brutal. There was just too much to take into account when living a double life. And if having a secret of such magnitude could take its toll on an adult, then that was nothing compared to what it could do to the already delicate psyche of a teenager. Wait, psyche? He wondered to himself, Where did that come from? Maybe Tucker is right and I need to meet some new people… Psychological talks are always a tell-tale sign that I’ve been spending too much time with Jazz.

But it was true, wasn’t it?

While his classmates at Casper High worried about pimples, or getting their first girlfriends or boyfriends, or fitting in with the A-listers, thoughts of his secret being discovered plagued his mind 24/7. It was a miracle he hadn’t outed himself the moment he got his powers, given how little control he used to have over them.

And it wasn’t like he could just train his powers and figure out what to do from there in peace. Oh, no. That would’ve made things easy for him and, as he would come to learn over the years, the universe just loved making things unnecessarily difficult for him. He was the cosmos’ favourite chew toy.

No, of course not. He had to learn to use his powers while countless mischievous ghosts set out to complete whatever crazy agenda they had or to pummel him to the ground materialised in Amity Park for the first time in...let’s see...ever?

He also met the fruitloop which, of course, always brought lots of pleasant memories of an obsessive psycho attacking him, mocking him, drooling and pointlessly flirting with his mum, trying to kill his dad, only to then do a complete 180 and try to convince him to abandon his ‘idiot father’ and join him as his own son… No, no! Not going there! He really couldn’t afford losing his temper at the moment.

His only saving grace those first few months had been his best friend, Tucker Foley and, some time later, his older sister Jazz.

Tucker was the first to know about his secret because he was there the day of the accident. Though not a fan of the paranormal, Tucker was really into technology; always had been. Unfortunately, that earned him the nickname of ‘Techno Geek’ back in their high school days. But it was precisely that interest in the crazy inventions his parents often came up with that had led them to checking out the, then busted, Ghost Portal. And it had been his friend’s conviction that the two of them could surely make it work that had led to his molecules getting rearranged.

Jazz was a completely different case.

Growing up with ghost-hunting parents, meaning they focused their inventions on the paranormal side of life (and that included ectoplasm-filled dinners), Jazz had taken it upon herself to be the ‘responsible, trustworthy, and caring’ (her words, not his) older sister. Since they were little, his sister wholeheartedly believed it was up to her to make sure her brother was safe and got the attention he needed, seeing as their parents could be scatterbrained, at best.

It goes without saying that such a mindset, though appreciated as they grew up, turned her into a meddlesome know-it-all in the eyes of any younger sibling. But if the aforementioned younger sibling happened to have developed ghost powers just as he hit puberty...well, that made her a nightmare.

The first few months Danny tried keeping his sister at arm’s length, much to her chagrin. But she eventually learned his secret anyway and kept it away from their parents, something her little brother could never thank her enough for.

How did she learn his secret? According to her, she found out during Danny’s first encounter with the misery-inducing ghost known as Penelope Spectra. But she didn’t reveal that she knew until a certain turn of events.

Said turn of events?

In his shortsighted search for power, the fruitloop had freed Pariah Dark, the dreaded Ghost King, from his eternal slumber and imprisonment. And not only did he free an ancient, power hungry spectre, he also stole the Ring of Wrath, the powerful item Dark needed to gain infinite power alongside the Crown of Fire already in his possession, and took it with him to Amity Park, endangering everyone in the process.

Pariah’s plans to conquer the Ghost Zone anew, only this time he coveted Earth as well, had led to many events in a surprisingly short amount of time. But the most surprising of them all was his ascension to the throne of the Ghost Zone.

After an agonising battle where he risked his very life from merely trying to go toe to toe with the tyrannical spirit, his quick decision-making made a difference that day. Stealing the Ring of Wrath and the Crown of Fire from Pariah Dark in an attempt to keep such raw power away from his person, Danny finally succeeded and imprisoned him once and for all inside the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep.

That day, he saved both his world and the Ghost Zone.

That day he became Danny Phantom; Amity Park’s greatest hero.

...until he, and everyone who had previously been celebrating him, found out that a link between him and the ring and crown had been formed after he defeated Pariah Dark, which made him the new ruler of the Ghost Zone.

All at the tender age of fourteen.

At first, he tried bargaining with the Observants and Clockwork, ghosts who would act as his rule’s Council from them onwards; he tried convincing them of how unfitting he was to rule an entire dimension. And to this day, he still maintained that belief. Back then he was fourteen, he couldn’t even drive, let alone rule over an entire race he barely knew the basics of! Many of the Ghost Zone’s inhabitants were his enemies, on top of that. Just because they’d agreed to fighting by his side during Dark’s return didn't mean they would suddenly be okay with him being the boss of them! What’s more, many of them would surely challenge him for the throne; his rule would be forever accompanied by war and anarchy! And most importantly, he was half-human. How could someone like him, who had an entire life outside the Ghost Zone, ever be fit to be its king?

But the Observants and Clockwork would have none of it.

The Ghost of Time took advantage of his “I know everything that could and will happen” powers to toy with his weakness: protecting his home and loved ones. Clockwork simply pointed out that, as the new Ghost King, he could actually keep a closer eye on his subjects than he did in the Human World, and use his position to protect Amity Park from ghosts by merely implementing some laws. Not to mention, that due to the sheer power he would possess, most of his adversaries would have to be complete morons to even entertain the thought of challenging him, meaning the amount of ghost attacks his hometown endured would decrease drastically just with him as their ruler. And, of course, there was the issue with Vlad… As Clockwork would helpfully remind him, if he didn’t accept his position as new king of the ghosts, then Plasmius was sure to take advantage of it to claim the Ring of Wrath and the Crown of Fire for himself.

And a world ruled by Vlad Plasmius promised to be a thousand times worse than anything Pariah Dark could submit his subjects to.

All of it, every single point in his favour, Clockwork said completely offhandedly. As if he were talking about his plans for the weekend instead of slowly but surely bending Danny’s decision to what he and the Observants believed was the best outcome. Every word was uttered as if he didn’t know the, then, ghost boy would do anything to prevent such a terrible future from happening.

As if the choice was truly his to make.

And that led him to where he was now, seven years since he accepted his newfound role.

In some ways, he remained the same.

His hair was still the same snow white mess falling down his face. His green eyes were still vibrant and alert, if perhaps filled with a maturity and sense of responsibility that weren’t always there. His skin was still the same tanned complexion he wished he could get after sunbathing, rather than the nasty burns he would easily get. And most importantly, he was still doing his best, dedicating every single minute of his life, to doing the right thing, to protecting the innocent, and to trying to balance his responsibilities as Danny Phantom, the Ghost King and unofficial protector of Amity Park, and Danny Fenton, an university student trying to get his degree in Astrophysics while keeping his parents and acquaintances in the dark when it came to his secret.

He still loved space and, albeit harder to achieve, he still dreamed of eventually becoming an astronaut. His sharp wit and tongue had only been honed with the passage of time; his ability to outsmart and to get his opponents to lower their guards enough to defeat them had saved his butt countless times over the years. Deep down, he was still the same Danny. The kind, compassionate, and caring boy who wanted to ensure everyone was safe. Sometimes at the price of his own mental health.

But for every single thing that had remained unchanged, many more evolved alongside the boy.

For starters, he no longer was a boy, but a man. At twenty-one, there was no trace of the baby fat that once adorned Danny’s face, having been replaced by a sharp jawline and sculpted muscles caused by several years of physical exertion. His once scrawny figure was now replaced by broad shoulders, defined pectorals and abs, and bulging biceps. With his jumpsuit accentuating every single sinew of his body.

The jumpsuit itself had undergone minor yet noticeable changes. The white collar covering his neck and collarbone had gradually extended until it reached his shoulders. His biceps were now adorned by two white bracelets each, and his white gloves included several bottoms which activated the different mechanisms he had scavenged from his parents’ trash and had Tucker include in his suit over the years. Just like he traded his old belt for a far more refined utility belt, which also held several surprises. And yet, the biggest change was the logo on his chest. Or rather, the fact that he now sported a logo at all. It was a rather simple, yet witty, design. A white ghost shaped to include both his alterego’s initials; ‘DP’.

It was rather ingenious.

He couldn’t claim the credit for himself, though. He hadn’t created the logo. It was the strangest experience and still, one of the most touching.

One day he was flying over Amity Park, patrolling to make sure everything was as it should, when, thanks to his enhanced senses, something caught his eye. Sitting on a bench in the park was a girl but, for once, he didn’t pay attention to her appearance. He couldn’t, for he was too entranced with what she was doodling on her notebook. Doodles. That was all there was to it, really, but amongst black cats, roses, and the occasional “spooky ghost”, her design for his logo stood out.

He asked Tucker to add it to the latest update of his suit as soon as he went back home.

That very same logo adorning his chest was also engraved on the verdigris medallions keeping his black and white cape on his shoulders. That cape, alongside the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Wrath, were his designated attire as the Ghost King. Jazz figured he could alter his appearance a little depending on the role he played at the moment in order to avoid making the citizens of Amity Park jittery. “We want them to accept you as their protector, Danny,” she once said, “the less you remind them that you’re the current king of the Ghost Zone, the better.”

That was him. The self-appointed protector of Amity Park, and the leader of the Ghost Zone, and his highest priority would always be to ensure everyone’s safety.

Which was why he was about to do what he was going to do.

“Great One,” Frostbite, the honorable, trustworthy leader of the Far Frozen, called out to him, “are you certain there is no other way?”

His King appraised him with a resigned look. Frostbite and his people were some of the first ghosts to accept and respect him, immediately declaring themselves at his service after he defeated Pariah Dark. His imposing appearance, that of a hairy snow monster with sharp teeth and claws and an almost unmatched proficiency in the art of cryokinesis, hid his noble, gentle, and wise interior. The leader of the Far Frozen was an ally, a mentor, a friend...But, unless he came up with an alternative of his own, he couldn’t be of much help at the moment. Sighing, Danny shook his head.

“There probably is, Frostbite. But we’ve already lost enough time. If we don’t act soon, who knows what could happen.”

“I would.” A disembodied voice announced from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. If he were still fourteen, that trick would’ve made Danny jump a few feet high. But that was no longer the case, and he knew the owner of the voice all too well. “High chance, it wouldn’t be pretty.”

“Have you come here to offer an alternative, Clockwork?” Danny crossed his arms. A part of him knew it was futile to expect a straight answer from the Ghost of Time, his lips were sealed when it came to revealing the future. But, somehow, he still hoped he wouldn’t have to resort to, as of date, his most reckless decision.

In a way, the ghost’s appearance seemed fitting. With his fluctuating age and his cloaked self, carrying a staff around, he resembled the Grim Reaper himself. Depending on his answer, he could either save or doom him.

“I’m afraid not, boy. And even if I did, I most likely wouldn’t be allowed to tell you.” Clockwork shrugged, but the smile on his face somehow made the halfa suspect he didn’t lament anything.

Gesturing with a hand at the child-like ghost, Danny turned to address Frostbite. “There you have it. This seems to be our only hope.”

“But, sire,” Frostbite started, worry apparent on his canine features, “surely you are aware of the risks we will be taking ifー”

“I know,” his King interrupted him with a raised hand, “you don’t have to remind me. I was hoping things wouldn’t come to this but we can’t afford to lose any more time. You said it yourself, Frostbite. Aside from a very few ghosts like Wulf, who doesn’t even fully understand the workings behind his power, they are the only ones who know how the Ghost Zone’s portals work. If we want to put an end to our current problem, we have got to ask them for help.”

Shoulders slumping in defeat, Frostbite sighed, “I know, Great One. But I cannot help but fear they will either refuse to aid us in our time of need, or agree to it only to eventually betray us.” A low growl erupted from his throat. “These are extremely treacherous and unpredictable beings, my King.”

“I’m well aware of the risk, Frostbite.” The halfa reassured his friend, putting a hand on his furry shoulder. “But think about it this way: if they refuse, we can start looking for alternatives and avoid any unnecessary trouble from them; and if they accept with any sort of hidden motive, all we have to do is keep our guards up.”

Now presenting himself as an old man, Clockwork nodded at Danny’s words, “It’s truly all we can do.”

Seeing as there truly was nothing else they could do, the leader of the Far Frozen could only pray his King’s noble, yet dangerous, decision wouldn’t become their downfall. Sighing, he finally nodded, silently expressing he and his people’s loyalty to their king, no matter what path he chose.

The halfa smiled at his friend’s understanding nature, but it was short lived. Squaring his shoulders, he motioned to his companions to follow him. “Come on, we don’t have much time.”

The three ghosts made their way around the corridors of the king’s lair inside the Ghost Zone. The hallways and rooms were empty, for once, since the ruler had previously given orders to stay away from his lair that day. It was a day for deliberating his next move, the last thing he needed was to be distracted by his subjects.

He was doing this for them, after all.

Opening the gates, they stepped out into the island, where a green-skinned, ghostly postman was waiting for them. The irony was not lost on Danny: the same ghost Vlad had used to trick his mother and him all those years ago would now be essential for his plan.

With Frostbite and Clockwork flanking him, the young king approached the spectre, a serious look on his face. Extending out his gloved hand, he handed him an envelope. “You know what to do with this.” He stated firmly.

Bowing his head as a sign of respect and understanding, the postman took the envelope from his hand, flying away to the nearest portal.

All that was left to do was wait.

....................

Purple.

Purple eyes.

Once again, she was greeted by the very eyes that marked her fate. Just by having violet eyes, her fate was sealed and outlined for her the day she was born. For twenty-one years she had been greeted by the same sight: striking violet eyes, glossy raven hair framing her face, and fair skin that contrasted greatly with the rest of her features. And even to this day a part of her was still surprised that it was all happening to her.

When she was a little girl, her mother and grandma would often warn her of the future that lay ahead of her, a future she wasn’t even sure she wanted. Whenever her mother spoke of what was expected of her, it all sounded far too difficult for her little mind to understand. And worst of all, far too boring.

Why would she want to host parties and ceremonies? She was too young to even know what they were like! Whenever her mother started talking about the parties she would attend, a bubble of excitement grew inside of her. She was going to go to the grown-up parties instead of staying at home! She was going to have fun and do whatever it was the older girls did there!

...only for her mother to burst her little bubble, as always.

The moment she felt the slightest excitement about the things her mother told her about, the woman would then go into a hundred details that sounded anything but fun.

No, she wouldn’t be having fun at the parties, but tending to her guests. No, she couldn’t dress however she liked once she was older, there were expectations set on her. No, she couldn’t turn anyone she disliked into a frog; of course not!

And her younger self always found herself wondering: what’s the point in being a witch if you couldn’t do anything with your magic?

Thankfully, when her mother became too much to bear, her grandma was always near. Growing up, Grandma Ida had been her role model. She was fun and understanding when her mother was strict and unyielding. She was wise and the ideal mentor when Pamela acted hysterical or unreasonable. But above all else, her Grandma understood her when she was an outcast in her own society.

Being an outcast among witches, how cruel could destiny be?

When she was a little girl she didn’t understand she was an outcast so much as she knew something was wrong with the other girls from her clan. They were never mean to her, per se, but they also never wanted to play with her.

Not like she was ever allowed to play much, anyway.

She spent most of her time awake listening to her mother’s lectures, or trying to pay attention during her governesses’ lessons, or, and this was her favourite part of the day, watching her Grandma in action.

As she grew up, she started connecting the dots, understanding the reasons behind her sheltered and lonely upbringing.

The other girls would never say a mean thing about her, nor would they get too close to her, because she was off-limits. If they ever disrespected her, their families might find themselves in a tight situation and fall from grace. But if they ever included her in their activities, making her feel like one of them, then she could be distracted and get sidetracked from her studies and her true purpose.

Such was the life of the future Queen of the Witches.

Growing up, she often tried to rebel against the role imposed on her since birth. A role she was forced to play ever since she opened her eyes for the first time and that forsaken violet colour appeared from behind her eyelids.

Although a witch didn’t exactly become the queen of her people due to their genes. That is to say, the position wasn’t inherited; it depended on the most important asset a sorceress could ever possess.

Her affinity to magic.

Whoever had the strongest, and hence was the most powerful spellcaster among them, was destined to be her clan’s leader. But that didn’t necessarily mean anyone could be queen either.

That popular belief among pop culture that spread the idea that anyone could do magic if sufficiently trained was absolutely ridiculous. You were either born with the ability to do magic, or you weren’t. Period.

Another popular misinformation humans seemed to be suckers for was the idea that magic came from ancient artefacts or spellcasting. In reality, magic came from within every witch; from their anima. Their own essence. In truth, magic was the ability to channel their essence and project it into the physical realm with the added help of their knowledge of the secrets of life.

Because when it came to magic, there was nothing more powerful than knowing the secrets of the universe. If you knew the secret to something, you knew how to master that something.

Based on those principles, witches chose their queen according to the strength of her anima, and although the throne wasn’t supposed to be passed down from mother to daughter, it was worth mentioning that they did have a Royal family of some sort:

The Mansons.

The family she, Samantha “Sam” Manson, belonged to.

And what was it that turned the Mansons into the closest thing her people had to a Royal family? Their violet eyes.

Their eyes were a tell-tale sign of a superior kind of anima. Just like their irises, it would manifest itself into purple energy; the only kind of energy that could survive dark magic without being corrupted. Sam’s own energy manifested itself in the form of a sparkly, purple mist, confirming her potential as her clan’s greatest spellcaster.

Sam spent the first years of her life cursing her luck. She didn’t want to be queen! She wanted to have friends, to play, to see the world from beyond the clan’s manor’s windows...She...she wanted...she wanted to live.

For years she hated her amethyst gaze, a cruel reminder of a fate that had already been outlined for her the moment she was born and from which she could not escape. But then, her Grandma Ida, the Witch Queen before her, died when she was fourteen, and Sam learned to value her unique eye colour.

It was the only thing she had to remember her grandmother by, after all.

Since Ida never had a daughter, but a son who would eventually marry Pamela, a lesser witch, the clan had seemingly fallen into anarchy. Several witches tried battling each other for control, while the members of the Council deliberated in search for a better solution than mindless duels that could massacrate the coven’s numbers.

And it was during that time that Sam finally embraced what for years had been her greatest curse.

Taking a stand, she casted a paralysing spell in the manor’s Grand Hall, forcing everyone present to stay put and listen to her. With that simple move, she achieved two things. Firstly, she got her people’s undivided attention, and secondly, she reminded them just who possessed the strongest anima.

Although Sam would never admit it, having so many unwavering gazes looking down on her disturbed her a little, but she forced herself to go on with her plan before she lost her nerve. Using that newfound courage, she reminded everyone that, not only was she Ida’s only granddaughter, but she also had violet eyes and, as they’d just witnessed, the anima to match. She brought up the countless hours she’d spent studying to become their coven’s next queen, and she fought tooth and nail until they recognised her as the heiress to the throne.

When the Head of the Council had reminded her of her age, still being too young to rule, Sam made a deal with them. The Council would act as her regents until her 18th birthday, when she became of age and would ascend to the throne as her Grandma, who was considered one of the best queens they’d ever had, would have wanted. In exchange, the girl promised she would dedicate those years to study and train to become the leader her people deserved.

After much deliberation, the Council accepted her offer.

Just as Sam kept her part of the deal.

The four years she dedicated to her duties as future queen shaped Sam’s view on her lifelong duty. She always wanted to change the world for the better, now she had the means to do so. As Queen of the Witches of Amity Park, she would focus her efforts on diplomacy between the rest of the covens spread throughout the globe and hers. She would personally deal with any trespasser or crook who dared threaten her witches’ safety. She would focus her energy on rebuilding the link with nature her people used to profit from.

But above all else, now that they were wandering freely around Amity Park, her coven’s home, she would protect her people from those traitors.

No witch would suffer because of them ever again.

That was three years ago. Now at twenty-one, Sam was proud to call herself the Witch Queen, a duty and a privilege she was honoured to shoulder.

Lost in thought, she gently stroked DeMilo’s head. The venus fly trap had been her familiar since her Rite of Passage back from her 14th birthday; it was the last ceremony Grandma Ida was able to attend. Unfortunately, the memory of her rite was tainted by a rather...unpleasant event, making it almost impossible to reminisce without the feeling of nausea creeping up on her.

After their Rite of Passage, witches got their familiars, signalling they were finally full-fledged members of their birthclan. But while most young sorceresses got cats, or ravens, or any other animal ーsome animals being more stereotypically “witchy” than othersー, Sam got DeMilo. As unusual as getting a plant as her familiar was, it didn’t matter. The girl’s natural affinity to nature made it incredibly easier to harvest the herbs and plants they needed for their spells.

And DeMilo was ten times more interesting than any house cat, anyways. And a hundred times more hygienic than a drooling dog.

“You’ve been staring at the mirror for almost an hour now.” A heavily accented voice broke her out from her stupor. “And then they say I’m vain.”

Turning around, the queen found her lady-in-waiting, Paulina Sanchez, leaning against the door of her quarters, her arms crossed. At her feet lay several toiletries and different kinds of make-up.

Avoiding her gaze, flustered, Sam apologised, “I...I’m sorry. I was waiting for you to come back with what you needed and I guess I got lost in thought.”

“No kidding,” Paulina snickered as she made her way to her Queen’s side. With a wave of her hand, she beckoned the items currently resting on the floor to float towards her, a soft pink glow enveloping them. “Is there, like, anything on your mind? Anything we should worry about? Because, last time I checked, everything was going smoothly for us. Except for that one nutcase still trying to hunt us, but nobody is taking her seriously anyway.” She shrugged, not feeling concerned in the slightest.

Sam frowned a little at her words. She knew of the so-called witchhunter, and although Paulina was right that nobody seemed to take her seriously, it wouldn’t be unwise to keep an eye on her. The last thing they needed was another massacre like the one from The Great Burning. “No, no. Nothing like that, don’t worry.” She dismissed the idea with a motion of her hand. “I was just thinking about the past, that’s all.”

Paulina replied with a noncommittal sound as she started brushing her Queen’s hair. Normally, Sam limited herself to be pampered exclusively if she had an important meeting with the Council or the other clan leaders to attend, such as Coven Night, her people’s most sacred ceremony. But there was another reason why she had called Paulina to dress her up for.

“Is there anything going on that I should know about?” she asked her lady-in-waiting, her eyes never leaving her reflection on the mirror.

The Latina’s gaze hardened, “Harriet is trying to get more witches on her plan to get rid of them, but, so far, everyone seems to be loyal to you and your orders.”

“As they should.”

Unbeknownst to anyone, the Queen’s two handmaidens, Paulina and Star, were also her most trustworthy informants. They had eyes and ears all over the manor, without even using any surveillance spell. The other witches tended to look down on them due to their Valley Girl attitude, which often made them look far less capable than they really were. Which was perfect for them and Sam, because that way any possible conspirators would lower their guard around them.

If anyone sneezed in the manor, they would tell her.

Paulina was about to ask about what course of action they should take, when a shrill voice broke the quiet atmosphere, immediately drawing the attention from everyone present in the large house.

Sam hastily stood up from her chair just as Star burst the doors open, surprise etched to her skin. Making eye contact with her queen, she hurriedly arrived next to her, doubling over and panting from racing all the way there.

Concerned, Sam put a hand on her shoulder as she ordered Paulina to bring her friend some water, but the blonde stopped her with a wave of her hand. “No,” she breathed, “this...this is...too important.”

“Star, what’s wrong?” The violet-eyed girl asked.

Instead of an answer from her handmaiden, she received a neon green envelope closed by a wax seal. If the colour of the envelope weren’t unusual enough, the seal was shaped after a glaringly familiar logo:

A ghost shaped to include two initials; ‘DP’.

In cursive, the envelope said it was directed to the ‘Witch Queen of Amity Park.’ And an array of red, capital letters was pressed against its green surface, reading:

URGENT

Sam couldn’t hold back her astonishment, a hand barely covering her gasping mouth. Absent-mindedly, as if under a spell, she took several tentative steps back, until her back collided with her vanity. She could not believe her own eyes.

The Ghost King was personally addressing her.

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Two Faced | Chapter Five

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it's all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared. for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au, angst, fluff, slice of life etc word count :: 3k author note :: just got diagnosed with covid so i have a lot of spare time on my hands so ummm send in any requests you have into my ask box i’d love to try doing headcanons!! → next part is here!!

Erwin sees the confused look you have and now he too seems lost as he shifts his line of vision to Levi. At that moment your husband slams his heel and grinds it onto your foot. Squirming around in your seat dealing with the stinging pain you catch on that you can't let Erwin think you're clueless.

Quickly, the look of confusion washes away from your features and you return his smile. "I'm willing to do what I must."

You think you've ruined this entirely because Erwin's eyes dart suspiciously between you and your husband. However, Hange intervenes, the interference seems to be enough for him to shake off any skepticism he senses.

Two hands hold onto your frame and squeeze your shoulders. Hange is standing up and seems ecstatic."You two are just so evil." they cackle to themself and you play along laughing too. You are not giving Levi the opportunity to ram into your foot again. Hange who is practically a personified ray of Sunshine at all times does still seem a little down, you did pick up on it when you entered the room. Maybe it was just you overthinking, that's what you assure yourself with.

Then it settles in your bones. Evil? Blinking you turn to look at Levi hoping for some sort of indication about whatever is going on.

"She wouldn't listen to me at all, said she felt the need to step in and help the Empire in some way." His tone is monotonous, still not sparing you a glance and you want to kick him in the shins. He's usually much more affectionate and you're afraid Squad Leader Hange and Commander Erwin will figure out this is all a facade.

"It's a noble commitment to put yourself forward for such a risky position, I see why you and Lance Corporal Levi are a sound match." Erwin isn't smiling this time but his tone is content.

Mind now buzzing with ideas you want to fall face first into the carpeted floor of the office spread out like a starfish. You would prefer that instead of being left in the dark. Could they simply mention the name of whatever it is you've apparently offered to do?

Levi's clearly grimaces but then he moves to hold your hand rather boldly. Shaking him off isn't an available option because of his strong grip. "She wouldn't listen to me at all. If I had it my way she wouldn't step anywhere near enemy soil." He grumbles.

The fake concern he's trying to lace in his voice is having an effect on his two colleagues, they're eating it up and believe this act.

Enemy soil? Risky position? He has to be stealthily plotting your death because you see no other reason for why you would be sent off to venture anywhere near the enemy. You aren't even apart of their regime, or any regime for that matter, you're itching with nervousness and want to free your hand from his desperately.

The only emotion this man is good at feigning is straight boredom, he ignores the way your hand shakes and squirms, ignores how your palms are dampening with sweat, instead the way he holds onto you only strengthens. It's surprising that no one has said a word about the lack of chemistry between the two of you.

Suddenly Hange looks down at their pocket watch and hurriedly gets to their feet dragging Erwin up with them too. "Y/N, I have something to tell you later on, please do stop by HQ when you can, I expect that will be soon." They then tell Erwin that there's no time to loiter and that there are more important meetings to attend to.

Erwin leans into your ear and whispers. "He seems disturbed that you're putting yourself at risk. He means well." You wish that were the case but it isn't. Despite that the way Erwin tries to explain Levi's behavior is sweet.

Hange gives you a cute thumbs up but makes it a point that you need to speak later on, even as they're both walking out the door Hange keeps reminding you to meet up later on. The abnormal behavior between you and Levi may have been noticed but you know if that were the case Hange would have been more vocal about it.

"Combat classes start soon. We know this will all be difficult, building you up from scratch is hazardous but all in good time you will serve a key role in the liberation of Paradis."

Erwin's parting words are gracious.

And then both the Commander and Squad Leader leave, the room is empty but Levi doesn't even wait for the door to shut behind your two visitors.

He makes it a priority to throw your hand away from his, he's now methodically using his handkerchief to dust his fingers off. It's oddly ironic and enrages you because he's the one who grappled your hand into his grasp. What's the point when those same hands until recently looped around your waist in the middle of the night?

He thinks your hand is filthy, that you yourself are filthy and disgusting. At least that's what you think he thinks.

Crossing your arms over your chest you make your feelings known to Levi. You're frustrated beyond the way words can describe, it's not about how he refuses to touch you. Admittedly that does hurt you, makes your chest swell in remembrance of the old days but you really just want to know what he's put you up to without your permission.

Not speaking you wait for him to take the hint but he doesn't get it or he refuses to acknowledge your existence, something tells you it's the latter because all he cares about is sanitizing his hands.

He always had been a clean freak but when he was enchanted it didn't take much for him to touch you. Part of you wonders if it's the nature of the touch that he wants to exterminate or the fact it's your skin he's come in contact with which is bothering him.

"Care to explain?"

"Touching someone such as yourself romantically gives me the urge to retch." The confession is as acidic as the after taste one has after a late night of drinking, but he has no problem telling you the blunt truth.

"I see." You shortly reply, you weren't asking about that, your question was directed more towards the conversation which just took place with his colleagues but now knowing he doesn't want to touch you has an emptying effect on your chest.

A silent minute passes, maybe two minutes, you're not sure all you're doing is eyeing the carpet thinking about how you would like to be asphyxiated and brought to your end, you can't handle this for much longer.

"Sign these papers, we need your written consent." His voice shows no hints hints of Lev. Last night may have been the last time you had a chance to witness him.

A stack of documents is thrown in front of you and then you see it right at the top of the pile. A sheet filled with general information, eyes skim over the "Purpose of employment" section and you don't know what churns in your stomach. Is it Exasperation? Nerves? Grief? It can't be pinpointed, it could be a mix of all three.

"An Informant."

Rereading the title you hold the paper in disbelief between your palms. "You told your regiment that I would be willing to spy in on enemy kingdoms?"

His hands rub at his forehead, he's not perturbed at all. "Is it in your blood to be ungrateful?" Brutally cynical his tone is rocky.

He moves - not even towards you but for some reason you flinch stopping him in his tracks almost immediately. Narrow ice cold eyes trace your face carefully for any signs of manipulation or deception. Gulping anxiously you know you have to be careful with what you say or do. Getting too comfortable or casual around him is a risk you are not willing to take.

"I don't think you understand. I do not have the abilities nor the skill to do this. I would cause more issues." You cautiously move to grab his arm but before you get there he takes a wide step back. He's clearly defining that there's a boundary. You won't step into his territory not when you've already invaded a large portion of it for so long.

"I am no witch. I still don't understand what happened." You mutter hoping he believes you or at least tries to.

"Then die." Levi hisses. He fixes you with his poisonous stare. "Make it quick."

Curse yourself to a life with this man who every step of the way is hoping for your death - maybe he'll even push you towards it purposefully one day. The alternative choice available is to die by the hands of that same man right now.

Guilt and regret are what you feel, you can't look death in the eye proudly. Not right now. If you can't commit to the promise you made mother then there is truly no point in making your way to the afterlife.

Cowardice is not the cause of death you want to present her with.

With a heavy heart you sign the papers.

It's been a few days since then, you've received training from some of Levi's squad, at first the combat is nerve wracking but you get to a level where you feel comfortable in terms of defense.

Oluo is slow, you've picked up on the way his stance predicts every move he's about to make. You're thankful for that because it makes training easier, he's oblivious to just how easy it is to read his movements and you snigger at that. Today he's trying a new technique, it consists of attempting to dive in the direction of one of your shoulders and suddenly darting at the other. It catches you off guard for a second but it's simple to block him. Jumping back from another surprise attack you lunge forward as if you're aiming for his face. He lights up thinking this is his chance unbeknownst to him you've already seen the open opportunity you've been waiting for. You can change the wager in this brawl. Swiftly ducking you undercut him with one of your legs, his balance has been knocked and he stumbles teetering by a thread.

A solid kick to his stomach is all it takes for him to collapse to the ground grumbling in vexation.

Mikasa has been helping you with one on one combat and the extra hours of training behind the stables has clearly been of benefit.

Thinking back to your training sessions with Mikasa you frown, not because of the way she flipped you and shoved you into the dirt, no that part was quite exhilarating. It's Sasha. She's been on your mind. She has to be feeling left out, that's your fault you've kept her in the dark about joining the regime, how could you attend training with her? Your maid waiting on you whilst you were training? Impossible.

The last problem you wish to arise is everyone finding out you're Duchess Ackerman. No one has to know about that minor detail, in fact when you informed Hange and Erwin of your decision they strongly agreed it would be best to hide it.

"I think we should get you strapped into some gear. See how good you really are in the dexterity department." Oluo is spitefully mumbling under his breath red faced.

Offering him your hand he looks like he wants to smack it away, You don't have time for this, you were planning on dropping by and paying Hange their more than overdue visit after training hours were up.

ODM-gear doesn't look too hard, you're sure you can work out the mechanisms if given some time. Calculating and shifting time blocks in your head you can come to an end at Six, if and only if you're able to rush past ODM training.

"Okay, I admit you were tired today I could tell. I'll strap myself into some gear."

At this new new challenge Oluo willingly takes your hand and you heave him up.

He's got a cocky shit-eating grin sprawled across his face as he pats your back enthusiastically.

"Good luck, you're in for one hell of a ride."

Three dimensional ODM-gear, a contraption that is very different to a sword or dagger. Most soldiers find it difficult to master the balancing of all their body weight whilst simultaneously gliding through the air with the grapple hooks. This is why introductory lessons in balance, momentum and effective weight distribution are a must.

It's been instructed that you won't be using ODM-gear nearly as much as other members of the regiment, you're training to become a spy after all and ODM-gear is very obviously visible when a person is strapped into their uniform. Nevertheless it's still a requirement to be able to use it. It's a hurdle because it's not your forte by any means but you can't continue avoiding it.

When living as the Duchess you deemed it pivotal to only interact with a limited number of Levi's colleagues, those who worked at the estate couldn't be avoided such as Mikasa but apart from that Hange was the only outsider you spoke to (Before Erwin had come along). You don't know if you regret that decision because it's definitely why everyone is cackling as you thrash around, they have no idea he has a wife and if they do they show no inclination of knowing you are that woman.

Sniggers can be heard as you struggle to center your strength fully, your instructor bellows at you. "No, come on. STOP FLAILING AROUND!" Particles of his saliva fly in your face and that only feeds into your embarrassment. Paralyzed you don't know what to do, he tells you to not move around then the next minute barks at you to not give up, repeats that you have the agility level equivalent of a sick child.

You've been stuck in this upside down position for more time than you can imagine, at some point a large majority of the scouts including Oluo double down in laughter whenever you make a mistake - they berate you when you are trying your best.

Legs kicking out you're panicking and want to escape the harness you're in.

Oluo was right, nothing could prepare you for this.

Mikasa when she isn't busy assisting Levi is a part of the regime too, that's why she's grinding her teeth this morning when she walks into the training grounds and sees the whole scene play out right before her eyes.

She wants to desperately step in and stop this because you being forced into ODM training without having your core strength developed is unfair.

Then a yell is heard from the crowd "GO Y/N!! LISTEN TO ME ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS KEEP CALM!" Both you and Mikasa turn to see Sasha standing next to her.

Sasha? Mikasa knows very well how you forbade her to follow you today, you gave her the day off to visit her family.

"I thought Y/N warned yo-"

"I am dedicated in my service to the Lady, if she chooses to do this I will be by her side to support her. She does not have to feel embarrassed."

Members of the corps are eyeing her weirdly when she says "Lady" she doesn't know you're keeping your identity secret, that was the reason for giving her time away, you were afraid she'd slip up and expose you but simply hearing Sasha proudly announce her commitment for you in front of all these people knocks the wind right out of your chest. You've never felt this much importance before.

Sasha's motivation is all you need because by a miraculous turn of events you manage to steady your breathing pattern and find it within yourself to focus on your core. Wobbling shakily the transition is far from smooth but you flip yourself right side up, the muscles in your calf ache and throb with pain but you've done it.

Grinning from ear to ear at your two friends you feel light-headed with relief.

"Took her long enough." Levi sneers. He's made his way to the front of the crowd, you wonder when he got here. Beaming at him you think your presentation might be enough to discourage his usual response. You're incorrect.

"She's a shame to this squad, there is no need in motivating someone of her rank." Shallow breaths puffing out of you it comes to your attention that he's addressing Sasha.

She ignores what he has to say about you and stays silent, any normal person would have their head hanging down in shame but she looks into his eyes with a determination that takes your breath away.

He pays her no mind after that and turns back to where you're still struggling to keep steady. "Don't think you're hot shit." Your bottom teeth dig into your lip, and your throat suddenly clamps down on you restricting your breath. "She's no good at combat, no good at using her gear. Do you only excel at spreading lies, Cadet?" The way he's now completely indignant in the way he speaks stings. He doesn't even bother to sound normal in front of Mikasa or Sasha anymore, it makes you manually hollow your cheeks trying to keep your tears at bay.

Lies, you know what he's referencing. You want to grab him by the collar of his shirt and throw him to the muddy ground. That's what he deserves for prodding and poking at your vulnerabilities.

He doesn't understand the degree at which all these sudden changes are affecting you, in his eyes this is light work and shouldn't impact you at all, that's why when you feel a muscle contraction and reel backwards, rapidly falling back into that cursed upside down position. He scoffs, doesn't even move to check if you're okay.

Whispers circle around you and even some of the cadets who participated in ridiculing you step forward to take you out of your harness. However, Sasha and Mikasa get there first and shoot them with their intense glares, the both of them work on hoisting you out of your gear.

Levi takes one last look at you before he storms away convinced you're faking, what else would a runt like you do to escape the situation?

In his mind you lost your momentum and your ship capsized because of your own self sabotage.

Little does he know all that has truly lost momentum is the inner-workings of your heart and that is all thanks to him.

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6:19 pm make up sex with Haechan (M)

“I caught them kissing at the back of the building! Can you believe that? We’ve only been together for two months and now that his long time crush suddenly had interest with his dick he’s going to do this to me?” Two weeks is still not enough to forgive Haechan and forget what he did. Now you rant to your room mate Wendy everyday, about what Haechan did to you.

“This again? You never let him explain. I still think It’s a huge misunderstanding” you scoff and buried yourself to your comfortable bed with only your oversized shirt and panties on. “You sure you’re not coming?” Wendy asks.

“Nope. I have this paper that’s due tomorrow I’ll finish it tonight. Just getting some shut eye before I pull an all nighter” Wendy closed the lights before she left and promised to bring you coffee when she gets back.

After an hour, you feel like staying in bed more and decided to face your paper after getting more sleep. To your surprise, you heard the door beep and didn’t even wonder looking who it is because you can smell the fresh aroma of your favorite coffee. “Back so soon, Wendy?” You asks, voice raspy, eyes still closed.

“It’s me” You turn around and face Haechan holding your favorite coffee and looking handsome as always. “Get out, I need to sleep” but he didn’t take no for an answer this time. It’s time for you to hear him out, he misses you so much already. Forcing himself to you is something risky, he knew that but you leave him no choice.

He removed his shoes and lay in bed with you, getting under your thick covers and hugging you on your side tightly. “She kissed me. I did not kiss her back” he explained.

Thinking again about what you saw, maybe he’s telling the truth. And maybe the girl just wanted to get in between you and Haechan. Anyway, you shrugged it off and continue giving him a hard time “Well you don’t look sorry enough” you rolled your eyes on him and turned your back again pulling the thick cover just above your shoulder.

“I know you thought about me cheating or something because she’s my crush for almost four years, but you have to understand” he came closer to your ear and nibbles your earlobe, “Im so in love with you” He let out a big heavy sigh when you nudge him, “If you leave me because of her, I will never let that pass because theres nothing going on. I will continue to ask for forgiveness” you felt him pat your hair, and hugged you again. This time he pulls you closer to his him on the other side of bed. Your back against his chest feeling his hot breath on your skin.

His lips are touching your neck and you don’t know why you let him. It tickles you and it made you giggle involuntarily, you want to push him away but he feels warm. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, kissing and whispering ‘i miss you’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again. “Am I forgiven now?” He asks so sweetly, kissing your cheeks. You feel his hand creep around your panties slightly touching the damped area. Teasing your slit by moving his finger up and down gently. “Not even close, Haechan” he pout from your answer.

Of course you didn’t want to go easy on him, you love teasing him for a bit, making him earn his forgiveness. He got up from bed, thinking maybe he’s going to leave already. Fine, you thought. “Lock the door when you leave” but you want him to stay and maybe apologise more.

The moment you felt his warmth under the covers again your heart jumped when you felt his bare legs hover on top of yours. His hands came back playing with your panties and slowly removing it. Without any other words, a finger plays with your folds, teasing and making your pussy wet even more.

This isn’t what you really wanted but theres something with the way he touches you that makes you say ‘yes.’ Lips parted and eyebrows furrow you try not to moan and give him the satisfaction. But to the looks of it you’re loving what Haechan is doing to you.

Now, you’re comfortably laying in bed with Haechan with only one item of clothing. Your shirts. Arms encircled with each other, he somehow made his way in between your legs while kissing you, “How about now? am I forgiven now?” He never stops kissing you, even though you ask for air he never stopped. “not yet” you manage to tell him, he giggle and kisses your exposed collar bones, hands under your shirt gripping your boobs with both hands. “okay” he pinched your nipples making you gasp sharply.

“Were having make up sex?” Haechan nods while rolling your shirt up exposing your boobs. Going back to gripping your boobs, now he’s sucking on your nipples biting them as he pleases until he’s satisfied.

You feel his hard cock poking your pussy, rocking his hips back and forth. Making your head roll back to the fluffy pillows and let out an airy moan, “Ohhh” is all you can manage to say, closing your eyes shut.

He devoured your lips again, feeling his tongue swipe your bottom and upper lip the whole time. You noticed, his lips tastes like your coffee, “you took a sip from my coffee?” You asked in between open mouth kisses. “Mhmm” he lifts up your left leg making your pussy easier to enter, rolling his hips in a steady pace not giving you enough time to get used to the stretch. He never fucked you in this position before.

Haechan fucked you like he missed you, slow and deep but also hard and fast, full of want and lust. This is only your third time having sex with him and he’s not bad for someone inexperienced. Somehow he can make you cry in bed, asking for more if he’s up for it but tonight, you doubt that.

Theres no rush with what’s happening right now, his thrust are fast but you can feel that he’s taking his time with you. You brush away his hair covering his forehead, he looks so handsome when his hair is pushed back. He made you suck his thumb for some time and putting it on your clit making you sensitive and close your legs.

“Baby, open your legs. Don’t you like it?” Haechan’s voice is sexy when he’s out of breath, fucking you and making you go crazy. You try to open your legs but it keeps on closing again whenever he hits a good spot.

“Cant stop closing them, huh? Okay, I got you” there’s his sexy voice again and you wonder what he’s going to do now. To your surprise, he pulls out from you and flipped you on your stomach in one move. “Ass up for me” he whispers behind your ear. You follow what he said, legs spread wide, ass up in the air, face buried on the pillows and back perfectly arched.

He fucking blew cold air on your wet pussy making your legs shake and quiver. “See, you don’t close them anymore” with a devilish grin he’s puts his thumb on your butt whole, “Ah! Fuck, Whats with you today, torturing me” enjoying how he affects you, he swipes his thumb on your cunt, “Haechan what the fuck!” You muffle your whining using the pillows. “I think, you missed having sex with me baby. You’re so sensitive right now” he said before placing both of his hands on your ass.

You feel his cock slowly, going inside you again. Letting you feel how thick his cock is, savouring how tight your walls are. You don’t see it but Haechen’s eyes are closed shut, mouth parted with the shape of ‘o’, head rolled back because you feel so good.

Slowly fucking you from behind, his left hand found your clit again. “Baby, too much” you try to get away from his touch but his thrust are in control. “But your legs are not closing anymore baby, just take it” he mocks you.

In a matter of minutes, you came before Haechan does. Heavy breaths against the pillow with a little bit of spit on it. He pulls out and pumped his cum on your ass letting the cum drip on the sheets. You two finally rest and relaxed on the mattress to catch your breath.

“Am I forgiven now?” He removed all the hair covering your face, “Im trying so hard if you haven’t noticed” he looks hopeless, how can he be like this after making you feel good. Truth be told the two weeks you’ve been apart from each other was really hard, you never want to do it again. You hugged him and showered him with kisses, now its your turn on covering his face with spit. “you’re long forgiven baby” he smiled at you sweetly like always and bear hugs you with both arms. Happy that all is well again between the two of you.

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