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sapphires-and-silver-linings · 2 years ago

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The Betrayer | Chapter Six: The Trial

Just another casualty to mourn, you thought bitterly.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Angst, Violence Mention, Terminal Illness, Minor Character Death

Notes: Finally finished chapter 6! This chapter took a bit longer to get out both because it's finals season at university so I've been swamped with assignments and exams, and also because I wanted to get the details of the station right. I had to flip back and forth between the RE2 remake and a bot match in DBD so I could note the differences. I know I could have just not mentioned some of this stuff, but Lucky is a cop and an observant person and also she worked at the station for a decade, so I feel like she'd notice lol. ANYWAY, enough rambling. As always, hope you enjoy! Let me know what you liked about it!

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Day 2; R.P.D.

You remembered the first time you ever stood in front of the Raccoon City Police Department. You were filled with such awe and pride then, having just finished your training at the academy.

You never really dreamed of being a cop in your youth, but you had always been loud and brash and determined to stick up for what was right, so it seemed a good fit.

Who really planted the seed for such a career was your mother, though she would never know it.

She was a free spirit, one who had marched on the side of liberty during the civil rights movement, despite the risk of jail and potentially losing her job as a nurse. She was emotional and bright and always knew the right thing to say to convince you to join her side.

Your mother truly believed the world could be saved with a strong sense of justice and a burning hope for the future. When you were born, she chose to become a stay-at-home parent and made sure to instill these beliefs into you.

Your childhood was full of her warmth and laughter.

During the day, the two of you would watch her favorite action shows and talk about how anyone could be a hero. And every night, she wove tales of strong-willed princesses and how love would always win in the end.

You clung to her every word, making sure to reenact those epic stories on the playground with any child who was willing to play along. And as you aged, you brought these lessons with you into the classroom, standing up to bullies and showing those who were tormented by them the kindness other students refused to.

You wanted to make her proud. You wanted to grow up to be just like her.

And you were only seven years old when she first got sick.

Your parents didn’t tell you right away, but you had always been an observant child despite your audacious nature. You knew from the start something was very wrong.

But your mother often spoke of miracles, and you had been so confident that if anyone could pull one off, it would be her.

The doctors had only given her a year to live, but she pushed right through. Sure, the chemo cost her her beautiful long hair, and her natural curves were sharpened by protruding bones as she kept losing weight, but she was alive and as dignified and tenacious as ever.

If she was afraid, she never showed it. Even now, as an adult, you could only ever dream of being that brave.

As the months passed, however, you started to lose hope she would make it.

You were nine—nearing ten—when she became bedridden.

Still, you sat with her every day after school to watch those cheesy action shows she loved so much, and every night you would lay your head on her chest as she told you her fantastical tales despite thinking you were getting too old for bedtime stories and knowing them all by heart anyway.

“You know, honey,” she started one evening, carding her now bony fingers through your hair, “the world could really use more heroes. My whole life, I wanted to be one, but I think the time for that has passed. You, though… You have the makings of a great one.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you looked up at her. “But I’m not strong like you are, Mom.”

“No,” she replied, a soft smile alighting her face, still beautiful despite her sunken features and pale, sickly skin, “you’re stronger.”

She passed away only four months later.

You became an anxious and angry kid after that, and for a long time, you stopped believing in miracles. But as you looked back, you supposed the real miracle was that you got to spend an extra two years with her before she died. A silver lining.

Despite the rage that followed your adolescence, you kept your mother’s words close to your heart. If she believed you could be a hero, then by god, you would become one.

You continued to fight bullies, but now there was an edge of violence to your attempts at peace-keeping. More often than not, you came home with a busted lip and bruised knuckles. The other kids—even the ones you helped—started to fear you, and you were getting into near-constant trouble with the school.

You didn’t care at the time. You needed to feel like you were doing something. The adrenaline pumping through your veins after a good fight was one of the few things that could quell the cold emptiness inside of you where your mother’s warmth had once been.

One day, when you were sixteen, a young police officer who had been tasked with dragging you away from a particularly brutal fight, pulled you into the empty auditorium and sat you down next to him right on the stage.

As your legs dangled off the side, kicking nervously, he asked you why you were doing this. It was something no one had bothered to question since your mother’s death.

For the first time, you let it all out, shocked even with yourself that you were telling a complete stranger every damn thing that had been tangled up in your chest for years.

You explained your pain and your anger and your desperation to do the right thing. He listened intently and even let you cry on the sleeve of his uniform.

After a moment of silence, as you sniffled and wiped your eyes, he said something that would change your life forever:

“Your anger is justified and your intentions are good, but there’s more to fighting for justice than going after someone who’s done something wrong. Violence can be necessary, especially when you’re defending yourself or another person. But kid, you need to learn the difference between violence to protect and violence for the sake of it.”

His words stuck with you.

You decided after that talk that it was time to turn things around.

You never asked his name, which is something you regretted, not knowing that your paths would someday cross again.

You convinced your dad to put you in mixed-martial arts classes to take out your aggression in a more controlled way and stopped getting into physical altercations unless the other person attacked first. You even learned how to take them down without hurting them, something you had become proud of.

Then, as soon as you graduated high school, you joined the police academy.

Finally, you had a way of weaving your desire for justice with the wrath that always bubbled underneath your skin and the training to manage it, surrounded by others who felt the same way. A perfect match.

Before long, you were hired at the R.P.D., ready to take on the world. For once in your life, you felt like you belonged.

You knew that corruption ran rampant in law enforcement; your mother, as an activist, made sure you were aware that sometimes the police were on the wrong side of the fight. But the R.P.D. never had a scandal, and every cop you had interacted with over the course of your volatile teenhood had been kind to you and to others. You went out on a limb to trust it was the right choice for you.

Knowing now that the higher-ups of the department were in the back pocket of Umbrella the whole time made you realize they were probably just very good at sweeping their messes under the rug.

To think you ever took part in that, even unintentionally, made you feel sick to your stomach.

And, as you faced the abandoned precinct before you, you also felt a deep sense of dread and a soul-crushing kind of sadness.

It was raining, the droplets of water freezing as they splashed upon your face. You glanced around the dark courtyard, horrified by the sight that greeted you.

There were bodies… everywhere. Wrapped up in cloth and piled on top of each other next to the entrance.

Was this how it looked when the outbreak happened? Before everything was reduced to nothing but ash?

You wondered if any of those bodies belonged to people you knew.

But they couldn’t be actual corpses, right? They were just set dressing. Just a painful memory conjured up to hurt you and your friends.

You don’t think you ever wanted to test that theory, though.

Beyond that, there was some strange orange substance bubbling through cracks in the walls, the ground, and various other surfaces. The doors of the station looked like they were torn from their hinges and you could see inside the main hall a bit, books and papers scattered on the dirty floor.

What had once been a home away from home was now nothing more than a stage built to display your execution.

How much crueler could the Entity hope to be?

Reflexively, you squeezed your hand into a tight fist, forgetting that Chris’s was in your grasp. You looked up at him and he offered you a sad glance when he saw the mix of emotions on your face.

It seemed like he wanted to say something, but there was no need. You would just have to suck it up if you wanted to survive.

“This way,” Jill said in a low voice, pulling you from your reverie as your group shuffled along the side path of the station instead of going inside it. “There’s usually a gen over here.”

You released Chris’s hand before following behind them, making sure to avoid touching that orange matter, whispering, “What is this crap?”

“We don’t really know. Hard to study it when the only time we see it is during trials. Not to mention, we don’t know if it’s dangerous to touch,” Rebecca replied.

You simply blew air out through your teeth as the four of you reached the generator, situated between the gate and the east half of the station. There were only three sides available to work on and you gave the team a questioning look.

“Here,” Chris said, beckoning you over towards him as he knelt in front of the section that faced the building, “I’ll show you how to do it. The next gen, I’ll let you try.”

You nodded in nervous agreement, watching intently as Chris worked the machine; crossing wires, moving around gears, and reconnecting hoses.

It looked… complicated.

He was going slow for you, quietly explaining what each action was meant to do, and you were trying your best to retain his instructions.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the sound of a helicopter blared overhead, shocked you didn’t yelp and garner the attention of whatever killer you were facing today.

You stared at the sky in confusion, seeing that there was nothing but the distant light of false stars and the Entity’s moon adrift between billowy clouds, the rain stinging your eyes.

You looked at your friends, Jill and Chris not even phased by the loud noise. Rebecca didn’t jump, but you could tell she was tense.

“What was that about?” you questioned, returning your attention to Chris’s large hands, maneuvering through the repairs with practiced ease.

Jill glanced at you for a second before turning back to the generator. “We think it’s like an echo from our world. The Entity just pulls things from our memories.”

“Fantastic,” you responded under your breath.

After another moment, the generator came to life, the floodlights that had been flashing were now fully lit and bathed the path in a bright white glow.

You were reminded of how there was no electricity in the survivors' camp, while all the lights in this empty building—and any repaired generators—were working perfectly fine.

Just another cruelty, you supposed, to force you to live by firelight.

You swished your hair behind your shoulders to get the rain-wet strands out of your face, forgetting exactly why you had kept it hanging across your collar in the first place.

In the gen’s floodlights, Chris’s eyes raked across your form, immediately seeing the bruise that marred your throat.

He rushed over to you and inspected it, his hand so careful as it caressed your skin. “What is this?”

“Ghost Face tried to kill me, remember?” you replied dryly, awfully distracted by Chris’s warm fingertips against you.

Chris’s other hand balled into a fist at his side, his eyebrows furrowing in anger.

“C’mon, guys, we gotta find another one,” Jill said, trying to keep the two of you focused as she headed toward the side door of the station.

Chris only shook his head and retracted his hand from your neck. Despite yourself, you immediately began to miss the gentle contact.

As you trailed behind them, you passed by what you recognized as a meat hook, looking so out of place as it stood by the fire escape.

The sharp metal was stained with blood and you wondered if that was a decorative decision on the Entity’s part or if it was used so many times it was just coated in it. You shivered at the thought of the latter.

You entered the building, thankful to be out of the cold, wet courtyard until your gaze fell on the floor, met with streaks of dark red blood staining the linoleum.

Well, that’s not foreboding at all.

Jill led you through the east office and you paused, scanning the disheveled room to find what had once been your desk. Your eyes traveled to the one next to it, taking in the messy surface.

Kevin.

You were just a beat cop when you started on the force. You had been assigned partners with Kevin Ryman, who was only a couple of years older than you.

You were rather serious-minded when you began your career, the carefree attitude of your new partner something that often drove you crazy. Eventually, he taught you how to relax a bit. You then fell into an easy friendship and had each other’s backs through hell or high water.

As the months passed, the two of you started to feel more than friendly with each other, sharing lingering glances and gentle touches. One day, it came to a head, the two of you throwing caution to the wind and jumping into a passionate romance.

You spent your time together drinking at J’s Bar and playing darts, which you’d always win (shocking he was so bad at it, considering he was a great shot with a gun). And every couple of weekends you’d drive out of the city, no real plan but to get as far away as you could.

He taught you how to better your aim with firearms and was to blame for the smoking habit you would soon develop. He easily gained the respect of your father, wooed your stepmother, and your siblings adored him.

It lasted three years.

The two of you knew it was for the best to end things, both for your careers and your differences in what you wanted in life. He was noncommittal, with no desire to settle down, while you wanted to get married and have kids.

It broke both of your hearts that the relationship didn’t pan out, but you would remain close friends for several years. A part of you would always love him.

You kind of fell out, though, once you joined S.T.A.R.S. He would never admit it, but you knew he was bitter that you got in on request by Wesker himself after you told Kevin initially you weren’t interested, while he was rejected twice.

However, it was as you got closer to your fellow S.T.A.R.S. teammates that you and Kevin started to really drift apart. You still hung out on occasion, but between your new workload and Kevin being assigned a different partner in your stead who definitely kept him busy—the rookie being somehow more straight-laced and by the books than you had ever been—your lives shifted in opposite directions.

You were filled with guilt and regret as you gazed at his desk, wishing you had tried harder to keep in touch. The sudden fear that he may be one of the bodies tossed out in the courtyard bloomed painfully in your chest.

“Do you know what happened to Ryman?” you asked your friends quietly, the group exiting the room through a large hole in the concrete.

You noticed another one in the wall of the hallway—somehow even bigger than the first—which led into the lobby, the debris from it making a sort of ramp. You wondered if it was the Entity who had created these, or if something from your world had. Neither reality conjured up a pleasant feeling.

“Last I heard, he moved out to Florida,” Chris answered.

He survived.

You smiled wistfully. “He always told me he preferred hot weather. Must be living it up, spending all his free time on the beach.”

“I definitely got that impression when I got ahold of him.” He chuckled.

You wondered why Chris went through the trouble of tracking him down. They had met—even got along to a degree when you went on group outings together—but they were never friends.

You supposed Chris just wanted to know who all survived the outbreak. You’d have to ask him later if that was the case.

Rebecca silently pointed out a generator sitting next to the storage closet, the door of it boarded up for some reason.

The gen only had three sides facing outwards, like the one on the courtyard path, and Chris beckoned you to kneel before it, squatting beside you to help you with the repairs.

On the floor nearby was a sleeping bag and a couple of filthy shirts. The police station must have been a shelter during the outbreak.

You then realized the generator was in front of where the vending machines (that you must have sunk hundreds of dollars into over the years) once belonged, a door that you knew didn’t exist in the real R.P.D. in their stead.

It felt more like a dreamlike approximation of the place as opposed to an exact recreation.

Or a nightmarish one, you mused.

As you looked at the generator, you didn’t even know where to start. You pulled a screwdriver from your toolbox and reached out your hands to the machine but paused, unsure of yourself.

“Here,” Chris said, placing his hands over yours. He guided you to a loose component that needed its screws tightened, his lips so incredibly close to your ears as he added, “Like this.”

You felt your cheeks redden at his proximity, internally admonishing yourself for acting so juvenile. You pulled in a deep breath and focused all your attention on the task in front of you.

Feeling confident in your capabilities, he retracted his grip. The generator was almost done on your side, the only thing left was to reconnect some wires and you would be good to go.

But as you went to touch them together, your hand slipped.

“Wait!” Chris exclaimed, reaching forward to stop you.

He was too late.

You were blinded when the generator exploded in your face, Chris tugging you backward and into his arms to prevent you from being electrocuted by the exposed wires.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you cried, terrified that the noise would alert the killer to your whereabouts.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ve all fucked up a gen before. You were doing pretty damn good for your first time,” Chris reassured you.

You were frankly shocked by his blasé attitude considering the situation, but you only let out a sigh and leaned forward again to finish the job.

Before you could, though, you heard the heavy sound of boots on linoleum approaching from down the hall, likely entering from the side door as you had.

Your heart dropped and the four of you leapt to your feet, booking it through the large hole in the wall that led into the lobby.

Jill and Rebecca took to the stairs, heading for the upper east wing. You were about to follow, but Chris grabbed your arm, steering you towards the west side of the station instead.

“It might be a good idea to split up,” he explained. “We can cover more ground this way and force the killer to bounce between us.”

You only nodded as he pulled you into the west office. You turned just in time to see the tail of a long black trench coat disappear behind a wall upstairs. It made your blood run cold.

You hoped Jill and Rebecca would be okay.

As Chris led you through the room, you saw the “Welcome Leon” sign hung from the ceiling.

You knew it was Marvin’s doing. He had done the same thing for you when you first joined the force.

Imagine your surprise when your lieutenant turned out to be the cop who saved you from yourself when you were just an angry teen. He ended up becoming your mentor and a father figure to you.

You learned later he had been married once, but his wife died in a hit-and-run. That ever-present grief was something you shared, the bond between you strengthening.

They never had kids, and he told you all the time that if he had a daughter, he’d want her to be just like you.

Your heart suddenly hurt when you remembered what Leon had told you, that his first day on the job was when chaos had already consumed the city. Did he even get a chance to meet your lieutenant?

“Did Branagh—” you started as you darted into the hallway, met with more blood stains that soaked the floors and walls, to your dismay, “did he survive?”

Chris slowed to a brisk walk, looking behind you to make sure you hadn’t been followed before turning forward, refusing to meet your imploring gaze.

“He, uh… he turned after helping Leon find a way to escape the R.P.D. during the outbreak.”

“Oh…” was all you could say, your breath shuddering. You could feel tears spring to your eyes, but you refused to cry. Not now, when you needed to get out of here.

Just another casualty to mourn, you thought bitterly.

Chris cursed under his breath when he realized there wasn’t a generator in the safety deposit room, deciding to head for the stairs. The two of you reached the second floor, cutting through the library and the lounge into the hallway that you knew so very well.

The two of you entered yet another giant hole in the wall, this time in the linen room, which took you directly into the S.T.A.R.S. office.

“There’s one in here,” he said, relieved, as you arrived in the enclosed space.

You swallowed thickly, taking in the disordered state the place was in.

All the desks that used to be in rows of two along the far wall were haphazardly pushed into the middle of the room, a vending machine that had once been in the hallway sitting against one of them. The large dispatch console, where the S.T.A.R.S. team would man the comms, was moved from in front of the hole you entered to the side. On the other end of the room, the wall that separated the armory from the main office was nonexistent, the area only holding some lockers.

Two red ones had been set there as well, and you were reminded of what Carlos had told you about them yesterday:

“The red lockers can be used to hide in, but don’t stay for too long. For one, the killers know to check them, but the crows that hang out around the place will start flocking overhead to snitch on you. Sometimes I feel like the damn things are useless.”

The thought made you uneasy as you met the eyes of one such crow, standing on the floor nearby. The large black creature twitched its head towards you at an unnatural angle and you grimaced.

You returned your attention to the rest of the room.

It was… strange… to see it like this.

Everything that once showed the personalities of your friends—like pictures or jackets or bags—was nowhere to be seen. Like it was just another office in the police station and not a place you all made a second home of.

You thought of your fellow officers, then. The ones you would never see again. Of the times you all shared together in this very room.

You thought of Joseph and Forest, how they used to joke around and play pranks. You thought of Marini and how he’d roll his eyes and admonish them, trying to hide his amused smile.

You thought of Richard’s soft-spoken words of encouragement on the days you complained about doing paperwork instead of missions, and Kenneth's halfhearted complaints that he seemed to be the only one to take the job seriously.

You even thought fondly of Brad, despite how annoying you used to find him. Until you remembered the fact he abandoned your team in the wilderness to fend against monsters. Monsters that killed them all.

God, it hurt. All of it.

You dropped to your knees beside Chris at the generator. It was up against the wall of Wesker’s office and you could see through the window, all of the blinds torn from their panes.

You stared at his desk, images of that last night you met with him before everything went to shit flooding your brain. You could almost still feel his cool fingers against your skin when he gripped your face.

He betrayed you all. He got so many of your friends killed. He got you killed.

And yet, you still missed him. So fucking much, it made your chest tighten.

If only I could see him again…

“You can do this, Lucky,” Chris told you, breaking you from your thoughts.

He must have believed you were nervous about messing up again, which was technically true.

You nodded, taking a deep breath before diving into the guts of the gen.

You were about halfway through, the repairs going without a hitch, when you heard a bloodcurdling scream echo from across the police department.

“Rebecca!” you cried, about to drop the tool in your grasp.

“Hold on,” Chris said firmly, placing a hand on your arm to stop you from getting up. “Jill was with her. Let’s wait to see if she can save her so we can finish this gen.”

You didn’t like the idea of leaving Rebecca to just hang from a meat hook. “But—”

“I know, it’s not ideal. But the faster we finish the gens, the faster we all get out of here in one piece, okay?”

“Fine,” you replied, still upset, though you knew he had a point.

You just got back into what you were doing when you heard another scream. It was definitely Jill’s.

“Shit,” Chris said before standing up. “I’m going to go help them. You stay here and try to finish this gen.”

“Wh-what do I do after? Where do I go?” The idea of being left alone terrified you.

He gripped your shoulder as he looked down at you. “If I don’t come back, you can try to get us off our hooks. If the killer finds you first, try your best to outrun them and maybe pick a place to hide. If you can’t make it to us in time, a hatch will open somewhere on the first floor. It’s the only other way to escape the trial if you can’t get the gens finished, but it only shows up for the last living survivor. Do you understand?”

Your mind was racing as you parsed through his words. “Y-yeah.”

He leaned forward, kissing you on the top of your head, a sensation of warmth radiating from his lips. “We’ll get through this, don’t worry.”

With that, he sprinted out the door.

You shook your head to clear it, wishing he didn’t leave you behind, and went right back to fixing the generator.

Everything will be fine.

You were getting close to finishing when you heard a deep yell bouncing off the walls of the empty station.

No, Chris!

Your hands began to tremble and you started to hyperventilate as you pushed on, desperate to fix this gen so you could go and help them.

“Come on, come on!” you begged, pulling the final crank.

Now all that was left was to cross the wires. You rubbed your sweating palms on your pants, fingers shaking as you took them in each hand.

You were just about to press the ends together when you heard heavy footsteps approaching behind you, coming fast.

You panicked and dropped the wires in order to make a run for it, the gen exploding in your face like the one downstairs.

You fell onto your ass, vision white, before you tried to scramble to your feet.

You froze in place, though, when the killer spoke, their voice so hauntingly familiar:

“There you are.”

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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Guest Lecturer

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader gets Spencer riled up during class while he’s guest lecturing.

A/N: This is my 6th fic for my 750 follower celebration! This one kind of got away from me and I’ve been second guessing what I wrote all day lmao- I also imagine this as like season 9/10 Spencer. Thank you again to @spencers-dria who listens to all my rants about my writing AND gave me this idea. She’s amazing, everyone should go check out her fics.

Warnings: 18+, Established FWB relationship, Teasing in public, Spencer gets an untimely boner, Oral sex (M receiving), Unprotected sex, Degradation, Creampie

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.6k

“One of the earliest modern theories about criminology stated that criminals couldn’t help it—they were simply born that way. Cesare Lombroso came up with the theory, which he called “The Criminal Man,” in the late 19th century. Lombroso’s theory helped to unify criminal traits and identification (while also perhaps not paying enough attention to upbringing and environment as criminal factors).”

Whenever I invited Spencer to guest lecture in the criminology course I taught I got even more excited to do my job. The way he delivered every lecture sucked me in immediately, my full attention completely on him.

Today however, was different. The lecture I had invited him to do on the early history of the subject was material I had heard millions of times before as an educator. My mind was wandering more than usual and it had specifically wandered to observing how good Dr. Reid looked today. The two of us weren’t officially together, but all the late nights we both spent at each other’s apartments were not just to ‘hang out’.

I decided to tease him a little, to put my distracted mind to good use, after all he did something similar last week. I was sitting in the back of the relatively small lecture hall, but I knew of ways I could get Spencer’s eyes on me within an instant.

He was rambling on about the flaws in early criminology theories when I started to unbutton and shuck off my blazer. It was an innocent act that any wandering eyes of my students would not question, but the way I purposefully slightly traced over the edges of my bra was sure to get Spencer’s attention.

“S-sorrry class, I lost my train of thought.” I smirked as he stumbled over his words, he was so easy. He picked the lecture back up swiftly after that, though perhaps he was rambling a bit faster than before.

I was unsatisfied, so I continued on in my pursuit to make Spencer blush. I made a show of how I started to unbutton my blouse, but only the first two, I wasn’t trying to get fired here. The top two buttons, however small, served their purpose. When unbuttoned, they showed just enough of my chest that Spencer again started stuttering. My students were rather used to his stuttering, he’d often get talking so fast that he’d trip over his words and have to start the sentence over again. Knowing that in this case, his stuttering was for a different reason made my panties start to dampen.

My final tease towards the end of the lecture was to show him how turned on I was just from teasing him. I looked to make sure none of my students were just as distracted as I was and had wandering eyes before enacting the final stage of my revenge. I shifted to the side in my seat so my legs were facing halfway into the aisle, then uncrossing them which gave Spencer a good look at my panties. Maybe he would also be able to see the wet spot that had already begun to form, I was so glad I wore a skirt today.

His cheeks were starting to flush a deep red as he tried to casually shuffle behind the podium on the other side of the small stage where he finished the last bit of his lecture. I had no doubt he moved there in an attempt to hide his tightening slacks. I smirked again, mission accomplished.

After the end of his lecture I made my way up to the stage and dispersed my students. Once they had all asked their lingering questions to me and Spencer I turned to him and asked coyly, “Could we go talk in my office, Spencer?”

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“Sit down.” I commanded and motioned to my desk chair at the other side of the office. Spencer immediately followed my command, sitting down obediently on the chair with his hands laced together in front of him. “Why were you so distracted today Spencer?”

The flush that had been present earlier returned to his cheeks at my words before he started to stutter out, “You were t-teasing me during the lecture, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Well- you teased me last week did you not? After all, who was the poet that said- All is fair in love and war?” I asked while making my way to stand tall over where he was sitting in my chair.

“John Lyly.” He did not stutter this time when he answered my question, but the end of it rose in pitch when I started to get down on my knees. I may have been the one getting down on my knees, but there was no doubt who was the one in charge, me.

“You alright with me being a little rougher with my words today Spencer?” We had talked about rougher degradation before, he had even used harsh words on me before, though I still wanted to make sure that he was ok with it. Once he gave me the go ahead I only had one more thing to say to him before. Got started, “And, make sure to be quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear how loud you are for me, would we?”

He nodded fast at my command, already so desperate for me to get started. I pulled his belt out of the loops then swiftly pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard length to me. I kissed my way up his length, following the already throbbing vein that ran up the side before taking him into my mouth. His hands pulled into fists as I started to bob my head vigorously, also making sure to hollow my cheeks. I then batted his hand away when it involuntarily came to rest on my hand, then grabbed both of his hands to hold them down on the seat of the chair. Then, while holding him down partially I took him as far down my throat as possible, slightly gagging on him. His hips squirmed a little and when I looked up through my lashes I could see him biting down hard on his bottom lip to contain his moans. My own wetness was making me just as desperate as him, I pulled off of him so I could have us both indulge. His hips jerked desperately towards my mouth searching out his release he so desperately wanted. At least he was silently complaining and didn’t break my no noises rule. I spoke with a bite in my tone as I stripped out of my own clothes, “Don’t complain, despite being a desperate little thing you have been good so far, I was going to let you cum inside.” I hovered my dripping pussy over his length, I needed an apology from him before I was to indulge myself.

“I’m sorry…” He whimpered. “Please, let me have you?”

“Since you seem so sorry I’ll let it slide.” I scoffed a little before allowing myself to sink down onto his length. I had to bite my own lip hard as I felt all the ridges of his cock while I slowly sunk down on him, he always filled me so perfectly. As I started to move on top of him slowly I reveled in the way he tried to move underneath me, but the way I sat above him in the desk chair had his hips pinned firmly down.

“What do you think everyone would say if they saw you underneath me? What would they say when they found out that their guest lecturer is such a little whore for their professor?” He mewled loudly at my degrading words, so loudly that I had to clamp your hand over his mouth. “I told you to be quiet, I guess since you’re incapable of following my directions all the way through, I’ll just have to keep my hand here.”

He mewled underneath my hand, not stopping himself from holding back his noises now that my hand was muffling them. I could tell he was getting close, so I sped up the rolling of my hips and increased how harshly I bounced on top of him.

“Cum with me.” I ordered just as I could feel my orgasm beginning to overtake me. Spencer happily took my orders, it only took two more thrusts for him to come apart. He greedily grabbed my hips and slammed me down all the way down onto his length, spilling himself as deep inside me as he could. I would’ve normally chastised him for his greediness, but I was too distracted by the devastating orgasm I was riding out to really care.

After we both rode out our highs I let Spencer bask in the warmth of me for a few minutes before I got up to dole out the aftercare. Aftercare was arguably my favorite part of being with Spencer. I enjoyed my post coital conversations with him immensely and he was also the best at cuddling.

“Do you think your students suspected anything?” The worry in his voice was evident as I cleaned up the evidence of our excursion.

“No I don't think so, and even if they did they wouldn’t say anything, we didn’t do anything that would get me fired.” I hummed and sat down on Spencer’s lap, enveloping him in my warmth. I ran my fingers through his hair loving the way his curls felt through my fingers, I was so glad I didn’t have any more classes I had to teach today. I spoke again, with a little more affection in my tone compared to our normal post coital bliss conversations,“You are my favorite guest lecturer.”

“I’m your favorite guest lecturer?”

I snickered a little bit before answering,“Did I never tell you? You’re actually my only one.”

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ncoincidences · 3 years ago

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WIP Challenge 😁❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍❤😁🤩🤩 Rules: tell us the titles of all the WIPs you are currently working on right now and a little about them. Then tag five other writers.

@limetimo thanks for the tag! your fdr is the one i’m most excited for!! and you know how i love talking about WIPs and never finish them!!

so, most of these have Undecided Titles because I'm pretty crap at naming fics and I usually do it before posting them.

Legends — Fred and George find out about the marauders during PoA. I’m having loads of fun writing this; there’s humour, fluff, and I love writing about how tragic the marauders were, especially in the eyes of teenagers. Not to mention how Fred and George feel about the knowledge of the marauder’s identities; half their heroes are dead, one insane and after Harry, and the other a fun (but slightly suspicious) Professor. Plus, with Black attempting to enter Gryffindor Tower, they wonder if they should turn the map in.

love song on the radio — rscandyhearts fic that has reincarnated Sirius and Remus (still haven't decided whether they were lovers in prev life or not) + dating app!meet cute + modern au + lots of sirius pining.

Untitled Ghost Regulus Black AU — where straight after dying, Regulus lands as a ghost in Sirius’ apartment. Lots of feels in this one, plus angst! i LOVE writing ghost!Regulus. it's my new favourite thing. so much nostalgia! love for life! and plus in this one Regulus realises, with much regret, how much Sirius actually cares for him, and had he lived he could’ve had a happy life. but as much as I like Regulus experiencing regret at the loss of oppurtunity, this fic also has Sirius showering love on Regulus (sometimes in a sort of literal way — his twisted brotherly kind of way).

Untitled wolfstar raising harry fic — where Sirius comes to Remus with baby Harry and (unnamed) Potter cat, and they raise Harry the best they can while being on the run from basically all factions of the wizarding world: the Order, the Death Eaters, and the Ministry. And meanwhile, also falling in love. And chasing Peter. Yeah, talk about being busy. (Their cat seems to be fond of eating rats though.)

Untitled Regulus Black Lives fic — I've been wanting to write a Regulus lives fic since a g e s , seriously. I think it was one of the first ideas I had while joining fandom. And I've had many. Ok, so anyway, this is a fic in which Kreacher does not want to see his Master dying, or his Mistress grieving (again) and really really wants to save Regulus and somehow, a fire starts in the nightmare-cave? oh? are those monstrous flames, licking the worst of creatures, those born of death and the foulest of magic? Embracing Master and Kreacher with their scorching, eye-watering arms of heat? Oh—wait, WHAT?

last off, i also have three (untitled) wolfstar drabbles, one untitled (seriously, how do you people title fics before posting?) one-shot where Sirius finds out the actual cause of Regulus’ death, and another one-shot, titled ‘Only Child’, reflecting Regulus’ thoughts on when Walburga blasts Sirius off the tapestry, marking him as the only child of the family.

phew. that’s it! (only 10 of my WIPs though ^^) if you’ve read this long essay of a ramble, i adore you, and here, these are buckets of love! thanks <3

tagging: @unspeakable3 , @astranix , @aeridi0nis , @dykesiriusblack , @royalwilmon + anyone who read this and wants to do it!

#wip game

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caramelcal · 4 years ago

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Slow Down

Request(s): Ooooooo could you do a Luke x reader fic based on the song Slow Down by Why Don’t We?

+ Anonymous said:Luke x reader? He’s on tour halfway across the world but all he can think about is spending time with his girlfriend?

Word Count: 2.1k!

a/n: hey! i know that this doesn’t fully cover the second request so if you want something completely based off of that, just request again! Thanks for requesting anyway and I hope you enjoy! Also did you guys see Madi’s lives today??? The cake decorating??? THE COVER?? MY EARS ARE B L E S S E D update: not me forgetting to add tags

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Oh, I've been lying to myself and I might know why I miss the way you looked at me before you left New York (hey) I've been tryin' to find help, 'cause I can't deny The way that I feel when I'm with you Oh, I'd do anything to save ya

He could hear the fans screaming in excitement, the overall chatter of them but he couldn’t enjoy it at the moment. How excited they were to see the band. He was filled with nerves, and even though he was born to perform as many would say, he still couldn’t help feeling nervous.

It was no surprise that Julie and the Phantoms had gotten big, their music was amazing. After they played at the Orpheum, they got a lot of recognition and only ten months later they were whisked up on a tour, a new album out only a month ago gone viral. Everyone loved them, and they were finally living their dream.

Luke loved performing, it was second nature to him, but being on tour was very different from playing in the garage with the band like he was used to. So whilst he basked in the glory of the fans, there were still nerves and that’s what he felt right now.

Checking his phone, his foot tapped against the floor at a rapid pace, his guitar sitting to his right. Normally, playing his guitar would comfort him, but it wouldn’t right now, that’s why he needed you.

And thankfully, his worries that you weren’t going to answer as he heard your calming voice through his phone, “Hello?”

“Babe,” Luke replied, breathing out a sigh of relief when he let the nerves out of his body.

“Luke? Aren’t you supposed to be on stage right now?” You started, and he could hear the worry in your voice, “Is everything alright.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just nervous, that’s all. We’re just about to go on,” Luke informed you, eyes staying on the ground as he simply focused on you and not any of the fuss around him. Backstage concerts were always crazy like this, especially just before they started. No doubt someone would be through in a second to pester him about getting ready to go on stage.

“Luke, babe,” You said, your voice calming as you spoke to your boyfriend. You knew he was going to absolutely kiss it out there, he did every single time he performed, “You’re going to be amazing, okay? I’ve never met anyone as talented as you and the rest of the band. I’ll be cheering you on all the way from California.”

That brought a smile onto Luke’s face, making him bend down his face so he was facing the ground. He didn’t like everyone to know just how in love he was with you, and the beaming smile on his face would be a clear indication. It wasn’t like he was very good at hiding it anyway, he constantly talked about you, somehow managing to praise you like you were a god even if you did a simple task. He was completely and utterly in love with you, no one could deny that.

“Thanks, babe, I miss you so much. I will find time to see you at some point,”

“You better, I miss you too. Plus, who else am I supposed to jam with in the car when you aren't here?” You joked, laughing lightly with Luke.

Luke casts his hazel eyes up to the figure in front of him after catching on to the very professional shoes that stood just in front of him, catching eyes onto his manager, “Listen I gotta go, but I’ll call you tonight, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too, my rockstar,” You said teasingly, knowing that it always made Luke flustered when you called him that. It wasn’t long before you guys had finished saying goodbye and his phone was turned off and put away, guitar in hand as he was ushered on stage.

Yet, just before he got on stage, he stopped, whispering, “This is for you, y/n/n. I love you.”

And with that, he ran out, and the fans erupted into screams and cheers.

I think we need a little California 'cation We took a shot at this, but maybe we're too wasted It's hard to swallow, but I know we gotta chase it, oh

Slow down, I think that we just need to slow down, slow down Turn around, things were so simple way before now, 'fore now

Turns out, that even if Luke did want to meet up, that the tour was far too demanding for that. It was two months since the time you called, and you guys still haven’t had the chance to meet up. Hell, you guys barely had time to facetime. Luke was on constant vocal rest, and the times he normally was available, you were in class.

It was safe to say, the distance, and the different time zones were definitely getting to you. Some people were too, saying how people go off on tours and lose feelings if their girl stays back home, they often find flings and extra stuff like that. You knew Luke wasn’t like that, and both Carrie and Flynn have cussed the girls out for putting that in your head when it was obviously not true, but you couldn’t help but think about it sometimes.

Luke barely picked up your calls anymore, and you knew that what he was doing was very time demanding, but you thought that at least he would make a bit of time for you. You guys did text of course, but you often wouldn’t get around to replying to each other until hours after so it wasn’t a stable conversation. You thought about flying out for a weekend, or taking a few days out of school and flying somewhere to meet him, but your college student finances were not stable enough for that and you didn’t want anyone’s help, not even Carrie’s when she offered.

After being deprived of your boyfriend for so long, you often found yourself wallowing alone in your college dorm, but that wasn’t where you were right now. Flynn and Carrie had somehow managed to drag you outside to a party, a red solo cup in your hand and a fancy top on with some nice jeans. You contemplated drinking but found yourself denying any alcohol that went your way, getting drunk probably wasn’t the most responsible way to go.

Yet, as you saw the couples, some sweet ones holding hands or hugging, and some a little more...heated, you couldn’t help but drown in the thoughts of him. This was supposed to be a distraction from your wallowing, but you felt even more miserable here than you did back in your dorm room. You wouldn’t be for long though, not when you found out who was here.

See ya, I wanna see ya, ah I wish you weren't so far so I could see ya, ah 'Cita, mamacita We were comfortable, we didn't understand but now we know

Two weeks before the party, Flynn found herself on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram before her phone went. She quickly answered, seeing Julie’s face pop up on the small screen with a smile. They talked for a while, just catching up and Julie shared some concert and fan stories before she asked, So how is everyone? Carrie? y/n?”

“Carrie’s doing good, Dirty Candy is slowly getting some recognition for themselves, I see a tour in their future,” Flynn said with a smile, trying to distract Julie from the subject of y/n. She knew that most likely, the boys would be close by, and she did not want to tell them how miserable she was without them. That would only damper their moods.

“That’s so cool! I’m really glad, they deserve it. How’s y/n?” Julie asked, a smile on her face but as she looked at the hesitation on her best friend’s face, she knew something was wrong, “Flynn, is y/n okay?”

However, Flynn quickly found out that her silence was not helping her in any way, and when Julie asked about y/n again, Luke who playing about with his guitar in the corner of the room caught onto her concern. He stood up, alarm flooding his features as he walked over, taking the phone from Julie.

When his face showed up on the video call, Flynn could see his concern and worry and it made her eyes go wide. She knew there was no getting out of this, “What’s up with y/n?”

“Nothing, she’s fine,” Flynn tried her best to dismiss, laughing awkwardly but when she looked back to the camera she could tell that Luke was not buying it.

“Flynn.”

“Really! She’s-”

“Flynn! You do realize this is my girlfriend?” Luke said, raising his voice slightly to get the girl to stop rambling, which she did. Luke was only growing more concerned for his girlfriend and annoyed at the girl for trying to keep something about his girlfriend away from him, “I wanna know what’s going on with her.”

“She’s just,” Flynn hesitates, trying to think of a way to make this easier on Luke without lying to him but she realizes that she needs to be straightforward with the guy. Sighing, she starts, “y/n misses you to the point that she holes herself up in her dorm, and only comes out for food and classes. Hell, she hardly gets out of her pajamas anymore, Luke. She’s taking this a lot harder than she’s telling you.”

Luke went quiet, a frown forming on his face when he realized what his girlfriend was doing. He knew that she couldn’t keep going on like that; he still had another two months left of the tour and she would have wasted months of her life locked in her dorm. He casts a glance towards Julie, before looking back at Flynn, “I’ll sort this out. I’ll send you the details once I work them out but clearly, something needs to change.”

And with that, Flynn hung up and Julie and Luke started to plot a plan...

I think we need a little California 'cation We took a shot at this, but maybe we're too wasted It's hard to swallow, but I know we gotta chase it, oh

Slow down, I think that we just need to slow down, slow down Turn around, things were so simple way before now, 'fore now Slow down, I think that we just need to slow down, slow down (need to slow down, slow down, whoa) Turn around, things were so simple way before now, 'fore now (things were so simple way before now)

“Y/n!” Carrie calls out, grabbing your attention from the red solo cup in your hand. You look up at her, giving her a small weak smile.

“Hey, Carrie,”

“You enjoying the party?” She asks, hands on her hips as she looks around the room with a smile on her face. She had a fitting golden dress on, much fancier than what you were wearing but you didn’t care.

You tried to wrack your brain for what to say, and how not to offend Carrie about her party. Her party wasn’t bad, you just...didn’t want to be there, “Uhh, it’s alright, yeah.”

“Well it’s about to get a lot better,” Carrie says, a wide smile coming on her face as she looked behind you, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

Then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You whirled around and saw him take a few steps away, a wide smile on his face. You stood there, shocked, this couldn’t be real, he was on tour. He wasn’t here, he couldn’t be.

But then, you sprinted, jumping into his arms, head leaning against his shoulder with your legs around his waist. He held you close to him, savoring the moments of you just being in his arms; something he had not got to experience in months.

Everyone at the party watched on but didn’t say anything, fond smiles on their faces for the reunited young couple. For you and Luke, however, it seemed as if you two were the only ones in the room, because no one else mattered at that moment.

You pulled your head up from his shoulder, eyes meeting his as the wide smiles that were on your faces only growing wider, never fainter. When you next spoke your voice was quiet, almost as if you believed if you spoke too loudly he would go away, you would realize this was just a dream, “Luke, you- you’re here.”

“I am y/n/n,” He whispered back, nodding his head as he leaned in and softly kissed your hips, your hands going to each side of his face, playing with the soft messy hair that he had. With eyes shut, you stayed in each other’s embrace, simply enjoying the moment, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Don’t leave me for so long ever again, I can’t live my life without you.”

Let's just say, you two were never parted for too long after that.

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mrsalwayswrite · 4 years ago

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The Prospective Bride (Finan x Reader)

Guys...I’m going to admit. I had entirely too much fun writing this. I hope y’all also like it.

Can be read as reader or OFC.

Warnings: Some swearing...I think that’s it.

Words: 4k

Tag list: @happyveday @evelynshelby

"Uhtred! There you are! Uhtred!"

"What does he want now?" Uhtred groaned, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

Finan shrugged, his own ire rising at the man's childish and shrill voice. "How much trouble ya think I'd be in if I stabbed him?"

"Alfred may reward you…. save him the headache."

They chuckled darkly as Aethelwold dropped onto the bench next to Finan at the alehouse. The two friends had been sitting happily and nursing cups of ale, waiting for the meeting with the king to begin.

"Did you hear the news?!"

"That ya're a turd?" Finan mocked.

"What?" Aethelwold glared at Finan then turned back to Uhtred. "No...no! Alfred in all his godly wisdom has seen fit to permit me more authority and responsibility…."

"That's what you wanted." Uhtred interrupted, looking like he wanted to be just about anywhere but here at this moment.

"Yes, but...BUT, first I must marry."

Finan snorted in his drink. "Poor lass."

"Poor...poor lass?" Aethelwold sputtered, gaze darting back and forth between the two, "I... I have no intentions nor interest in marriage. Alfred will certainly find me a woman who is a harpy and will slowly suck my soul and purse dry...then, then! he won't have to kill me. Oh no, I will certainly wither away because of her."

"Ya don't know that." Finan waved to the barmaid who brought over another cup of ale for all three at the table.

Aethelwold gladly took the cup, still sulking and bemoaning. "It is Alfred! He will make a mockery of me and this will be his way of reminding me of my place. Mark my words."

"If you say so." Uhtred rolled his eyes. "Do you know who this harpy is?"

"No, well yes. I will. In three days. Her father is a wealthy lord of East Angelia. Alfred wishes to open up trade with him specifically. He hopes this trade will better relations between Wessex and East Angelia, to unite us all. To further this, he wishes to broker a marriage to this lord's daughter with myself. To show I am willing to do my duty for Wessex." Aethelwold finished sarcastically then promptly drained his cup of ale in one go.

"This may be good for you. Perhaps she is beautiful and you will want to hump only her." Uhtred tried to reason but to no avail.

"Oh, all the whores in Wintanceaster will wail at the loss of my coin and cock then." He rose to his feet. "I must leave you now. I must make sure I have a clean tunic to meet my prospective wife."

The two watched the king's nephew strut away, then get distracted by a whore leaning out of a nearby doorway.

Finan turned back to his lord and friend. "That poor lass…Alfred would not really do that, would he?"

Uhtred shrugged. "If it was for the good of Wessex, he would."

Finan shook his head. He hoped Alfred knew what he was doing, what he could potentially subject some pious, sheltered girl too. Aethelwold would not be a good husband. Finan took another sip of his ale, listening to the sounds of the bustling city around him. A part of him was curious about the girl. If he was lucky, he hoped to see her before having to listen to that pig's arse lament anymore about marriage. That bastard would be lucky if any woman ever chose to willingly marry him.

*****

I stood to my father's side as he greeted the king of Wessex. We had arrived last night, directed towards an inn where we were able to rest and refresh ourselves so we could meet King Alfred this morning.

Having left the guards who traveled with us back at the inn, it was only my father, myself and the two advisors standing in the throne room. The greetings had been formal between our two parties. I spoke not a word, my father introducing me as I gave a polite incline of my head. Here I was to keep up the appearance of a proper lord's daughter, something beautiful to look at that knows how to keep silent. What most did not know was the intelligent mind kept hidden behind my pretty face...and that was to my father's benefit. Especially with conducting trade, no one suspected me of gathering intel and information to relay back to him.

This was not the first time we had used these roles.

"Now that pleasantries are done, shall we proceed to discussing business? Perhaps in my study with some refreshments? " Alfred said, hands clasped in front of him.

"Certainly," my father nodded. With a quick glance at me, my father looked back at the king. "Perhaps while we are talking business, my daughter may tour your fair city...with a guard of course."

"I thought she could join my wife in prayer."

I fervently suppressed a snort.

"Later, when the heat of the day is greatest. We did not get to see much of the city as we arrived late last night. A walk would do her good, as she has not much experience in the world. Seeing a great city of God as yours is would be a blessing to her."

Alfred had met his match with my father. Both were clever men who used words to manipulate to obtain the result they desired. I almost wished I could stay and watch their verbal sparring; it would be most entertaining...but I had a duty to do. My father would want to hear of my thoughts of the city and its people...and the king's nephew.

"I see. Said that way I can certainly not refuse." Alfred waved a hand to his side. "Aethelwold will escort her. He was born and raised here and has knowledge of the area. I shall send Steapa as extra protection although it is unnecessary."

"I thank you but I would ask that Steapa remains so we may garner his insight on trade routes and guards needed for them. I have heard of your man, Uhtred. That he is a great warrior. If he is here, I would prefer him and his men to guard my daughter for she is my greatest joy...but do not tell her mother I said that. She may become envious."

Alfred momentarily looked like he sucked on a lemon. With obvious reluctance he agreed. "Uhtred," he called, looking past us, over towards the back of the room, "you and your man will guard the lady and Aethelwold. You will do your utmost to be good representations of Wessex and all we hold dear."

"Yes, lord." Came from the back.

My father reached over and pressed a fatherly kiss to my forehead before whispering in my ear, "You know what to do. Be good."

"Am I not always?"

He chuckled; he was just as mischievous than I was. My mother claimed if I had been born male, I would have been a duplicate of my father. Quickly he swept out of the room with King Alfred, Steapa and several other advisors and priests. The doors shut behind them with a resounding bang.

"My lady."

I turned to see a man with a round, boyish face and haircut that looked like he tried to do it himself. So, this was the man Alfred wanted to betroth me to. He looked like I could poke him in the eye and he would run away crying for his mother.

"I am Aethelwold, it is my greatest honor to meet you." He bowed slightly and grasped my hand, giving it a quick, sloppy kiss on the back of it. "Shall we?"

Following slightly behind him, I could already see that all the rumors and stories I had heard about him were true. I had hoped they were an exaggeration. Luckily I knew my father would never force me to marry a pompous twat like him. This whole meeting was for show and for me to gather an impression of Wessex outside of Alfred for my father. I just had to play along for now. I wondered how many times I would need to remind myself of that while in Aethelwold's company.

Once outside, the sun felt delightful on my face. I could not help but look up and breathe in its warmth. Why ever would ladies willingly stay inside to pray or sew or gossip was beyond my understanding. There were far more interesting things to do. It was once we stepped outside of the palace that I took notice of our shadows.

Turning around I glanced at the two men, both in some armor and with weapons on them. One had long hair with a thin beard, vibrant blue eyes and a sword strapped to his back. Between his looks and his clothing, he looked almost like a Dane. I guessed this must be the infamous Uhtred. The other one had a thick, full beard, dark eyes with laugh lines around them, a sword hanging off his hip and a cross that hung from his neck. Interesting.

"You are Uhtred, yes? The savior of Wessex and all Saxons?" I asked teasingly. I had heard so many stories of the man from my father's side. Were they all true though? It was easy for rumors and stories to be exaggerated and the hero to be no more than a wood-mouse even if the stories painted him as a dragon. Although looking at him, I would suspect the dragon.

He smirked, eyeing me. "Perhaps. Though Alfred would say it was his God that saved Wessex."

"Yet it is you who wields the sword." I shrugged, turning my gaze to his companion, who was watching us with unrestrained amusement. "And who are you?"

"I am Finan, my lady."

An Irishman? I certainly had not expected that. Nor the way his gaze and accent put a warmth in my belly.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both."

"Yes, yes, they are guarding us so they are to walk behind us silently!" Aethelwold stressed the last word, giving a glare to both. He placed a hand lightly on my lower back, redirecting me down the steps of the palace and into the bustling city.

I caught an eye roll from Uhtred as Aethelwold spoke, not that I could blame him. It was when I met Finan's eyes and he winked at me...oh this was going to be fun.

Normally I would slap away the hand of any man who thought they could corral or control me. For now, I allowed Aethelwold to keep a guiding hand on my lower back, more to see what he would do and to witness people's reactions. It did not escape my notice the further we walked, the lower his hand slowly slipped.

We walked by the palace and some shops, our walk casual and relaxed. I listened to Aethelwold ramble on about this or that, keeping my eyes and ears open to our surroundings. What I had seen so far of the capital of Wessex impressed me. There was certainly wealth here, far more than in Mercia. This would be a good place to commence trade for my father.

It was also at this point that Aethelwold's hand had slipped down to the point where his fingers were caressing the top of my arse with each movement. I gritted my teeth at the feeling and at how unaffected he seemed by it. This was unseemingly in public, let alone how to treat a lord's daughter. If this was his standard of respect for a lord's daughter in public, I shivered at the thought of how he would treat his wife. Clearly a woman was only something to hump and amuse him.

If he thought that idea included me...he was very wrong.

"What is in that direction?"

Aethelwold looked to where I pointed. "Ah, just a short cut towards the blacksmith's. He prefers to have his shop on the outskirts of the city."

"I would like to see it."

"Why? There is nothing of interest for a lady as yourself."

Oh?

"Nevertheless, I would like to go."

"If you insist." He forced a smile and guided me towards the alley that served as a shortcut.

It was when we were about a third of the way that I stopped. I could see some people walking past the alley but no one was paying attention to the four persons now stopped. A row of buildings was to our left, the back facing us. On our other side was a small coop with chickens and an overly eager rooster, who had no qualms making his presence known. Otherwise, we were alone.

"My lady, is someth…"

I ignored Aethelwold. Abruptly I sidestepped away from him so his hand was no longer touching me. His touch had become more and more repulsive as we walked. Rounding on our two shadows, I focused on Uhtred first.

Their quiet commentary had not gone unnoticed by me but Aethelwold pointedly ignored them as he continued to give me the "tour".

"Are you Alfred's man?"

Uhtred crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you mean, my lady?"

"Is this necessary?" Aethelwold tried to put his hand on me again but I smacked it away, still ignoring him otherwise.

"Do you report everything you see and do to Alfred? Are you his man or do you just follow his orders to fulfill your oath?"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure but curious where I was going with this. "I am not Steapa if that is what you ask."

I nodded then turned my gaze to Finan. "And you, Irishman?"

"I just do what my Lord Uhtred says." He chuckled, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he met mine.

"Good." I smiled brightly at them, putting all my charm in and batting my lashes for fun. "I would hate to get in trouble. My father would be ever so disappointed in me."

"What are you...oh!" Aethelwold started but his words cut off when I roughly shoved him against the back of one of the buildings. He stumbled, not expecting the force and slammed against the wood.

As he stumbled, I prowled after him, a snarl on my face. In a well-practiced move, I bent and pulled the dagger out of its sheath I always kept strapped to my lower leg and tucked just slightly into my boot. In an instant, it was in my hand and pressed firmly just between his legs. If his cock twitched, he would feel the edge of my blade. My other hand grabbed his jaw so his focus could only be on me.

"Let us get something straight. You try and touch me again; I will turn you into a eunuch. You keep your hands and any ideas of your cock to yourself. Got it?"

"Ah, yes. Of course, my apologies, I just...ah, ah, AH!" He paled even further when I moved the blade slightly.

"One more thing. You are a piece of shit. I will never marry you, nor will anyone force me to. And if by some miracle, it is arranged. Know this. On our wedding night, I will kill you before you even think about touching me. I am only here to open negotiations between my father and King Alfred. Nothing more. Now…" I slowly dragged the dagger up his torso to land at the base of his throat. "We can continue the tour with a better understanding of one another, yes?"

"Yes?" He squeaked out.

"Good. We will be seeing much of one another the next few days. It shall be fun." I giggled, stepping away from him. A quick glance behind me showed Uhtred with a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to suppress laughter. Finan on the other hand had the biggest grin on his face and a starstruck look in his eyes.

I sent him a quick wink, finding myself enjoying that look in his dark eyes.

Done threatening my prospective husband, I knelt to replace the dagger in its sheath. Although I always carried it on my person and I knew how to use it well; only a few knew of it and I liked to keep it that way.

As I started to rise, a hand came into view. Finan stood before me with his hand out. Quickly I accepted and allowed him to help me to my feet, even if it was unnecessary. His hand felt too good holding mine, the roughness I knew to only come from swordplay, the hand of a warrior. He squeezed my hand slightly before letting go.

"Do you know the way to the blacksmith's?"

"I do."

"Excellent." I wrapped my arm through his, placing my hand on his forearm. "Will you escort me? I am in desperate need of a new dagger and would like to see what Wessex has to offer."

That slow, lazy smile I was growing quite fond of spread on his face, dark eyes alight. "Aye, we would not want ya in lack, now would we?"

"Lord Uhtred, do you believe Wessex will be in greater need of grain and iron this year? I hear King Alfred is continuing to build more burhs due to increased raids in Mercia."

He answered my question from just behind me. "I suspect, my lady. Although East Angelia needs to remain vigilant in their own defenses."

"Certainly. King Aethelstan is no fool. Even if he prefers to use priests instead of swords as of late."

As we walked, we discussed trade and the Danes. Both were impressed with my knowledge and insight, to which I explained that I was my father's only child. He raised me as if I was a son because to him, I am his heir.

And if I happened to enjoy the feeling of strong muscles under my hand and warm breath dancing over my skin whenever dark eyes met mine...who could blame me? His Irish accent may also have something to do with my slowly decreasing proximity and increased flirtation.

The visit to the blacksmith was entertaining. Uhtred, Finan and myself along with the blacksmith, Aldwin, spoke easily of weapons. In the end, I chose a lovely dagger with a promise to come retrieve and pay for it this evening.

The whole time Aethelwold grumbled just off to the side, looking like a petulant child.

"What will happen when you marry?" Uhtred asked as we walked lazily back in the direction of the palace.

"My father will never allow me to marry a fool for his lands, tenants and trade are important to him. He would want someone who is a good lord to replace him."

"Will that not be ya?" Finan asked.

"Yes, unless I marry. Even then I still plan on being involved in everything. I am not one to sit idly by." I paused, smirking to myself as I looked around. "Perhaps I should not bother with marriage at all. The only thing I need is an heir of my own. I could take a lover, become with child and that would solve the problem."

"I suspect many men will be disappointed when they hear that. I for one think the idea holds merit." Finan held my gaze and with that smirk that spoke of trouble.

I stopped, turning to face him slightly. "Mmm? Is that your way of volunteering to be my lover?"

"If the position is open…" He leaned down, his lips ghosting faintly over the rim of my ear. "I promise to make it worth ya time."

That touch sent a fire burning in my veins and when I caught his eyes, I thought I could see the same desire reflected. "I would hate to be disappointed." I purred, running a finger slowly down his chest.

Uhtred coughed loudly from behind us.

My cheeks warmed at the reminder we were in public. For a brief moment all I could see and hear was him...and how much I wanted to see if those lips tasted as good as they looked.

Up ahead I could see Lady Aelswith standing on the top of the steps with a priest on either side of her. Her hands clasped in front of her, eyes scanning the crowd intently.

I groaned, earning a chuckle from the warriors. I had hoped she would leave me alone but clearly, she thought I was in desperate need of prayer. After spending time with Finan, my imagination certainly could do with a cleansing.

"Thank you for escorting me today."

"It was our pleasure." Uhtred said.

Instead of saying anything, Finan lifted my hand to his lips. His eyes remained glued to mine as his lips touched my skin. It should be illegal how a simple kiss on the hand could feel so erotic. Unable to help myself, my thumb stroked his bottom lip before he could release me.

Aelswith finally noticed me and called my name loudly. If the pinched look on her face said anything, she was not pleased to see me walking so comfortably with Lord Uhtred and his man.

I smiled at both warriors, taking a step back. I glanced over to the side to see the still sulking Aethelwold. "Pleasure to meet you. It was most...informative." Spinning on my heel, I started towards the queen not even bothering to hear Aethelwold's response.

I knew my father planned on being here for a few days before returning home. I could only hope during the upcoming days I would be able to see more of Lord Uhtred and his man.

Especially his man.

I might need to bathe in holy water when we returned home.

*****

"I think I'm in love." Finan murmured to himself, watching her hips sway as she walked away.

"I do not think I have ever been so insulted in my life." Aethelwold grumbled, coming to stand on Uhtred's other side. "Harpy. As I said. She may have an attractive appearance but still a harpy. Although, it would be fun to bed her. I bet she rides well."

Finan rounded on the smaller man. "Say another word and I'll gut ya like a fish."

"Ooo...so protective. The way you two were practically eye-fucking, I would say…"

Uhtred wisely grabbed the front of Aethelwold's tunic and shoved him a step back. "You will say no more or I will let him gut you. How dare you put your hands on her like you did earlier!"

"I….it was nothing. Just a bit of fun."

"Can I gut him now, lord?"

Uhtred sighed and released the king's nephew. "He is not worth the effort. Let us go, Finan."

The Irishman fell into step with his friend. If he heard one more degrading word out of the pig's arse, his restraint would vanish.

"I do agree with one thing that Aethelwold said." Uhtred suddenly said after they walked a few minutes.

"What was that?"

"You were quite taken with her."

Finan laughed, grabbing the neckline of his tunic. "Aye, I don't deny it. She…I have never met a woman like her before. When she grabbed the turd and stuck her dagger between his legs…"

"I am surprised he did not piss himself." Uhtred chuckled. "Yet I must warn you of something."

Finan looked over at the sudden serious tone. "What?"

"If she does take you as a lover, be careful." Then the cocky bastard had a shit-eating grin. "I would hate to see her damage you. I still have need of you."

Finan threw his head back laughing as he slapped Uhtred on the shoulder. They headed towards the Inn to hopefully find Sihtric and Osferth.

As they walked Finan could not get the memory of her on his arm and smiling out of his head. Nor how her touch and heated gaze made him want to pleasure her in every way. He prayed he would get to see and speak with her again. Perhaps he could further convince her to allow him to be her lover, for he would surely be hers and only hers without question.

#The Last Kingdom #the last kingdom fandom #the last kingdom fanfic #finan the last kingdom #finan x reader #finan x ofc #finan the agile #uhtred ragnarson #alfred the great #reader insert #flirting #mz writes

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kittyprincessofcats · 4 years ago

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RWBY Volume 8, Episode 14 - The Final Word

Thoughts on the final episode of RWBY Vol 8 under the cut.

Also, I will from now on reblog spoilers for Volume 8, which will be tagged with “RWBY v8 spoilers” if you want to blacklist them.

tw: Since the episode itself had the same content warning, I should mention that I will be discussing themes of suicide in this post.

Also, everything I’m about to say is *my* personal opinion. I’m not trying to tell anyone else that they’re supposed to feel the same way about anything in this episode. In turn, please don’t tell me how to feel about it either.

- I should start by bringing up what I said in my post about episode 13, because all of that is going to become relevant now:

So... that all aged... interestingly.

- Next, I should say that I actually did end up getting spoiled about Penny’s death. I was trying really hard and didn’t go into any tags, but literally one day before this episode was released to the public, Tumblr recommended me two blogs with the titles “Penny deserved better” and “Justice for Penny Polendina”… so I drew my conclusions from that. And while I think those blog titles are valid sentiments, I do wish people would wait a week before putting spoilers in a blog title. But then again, I was weirdly glad to get spoiled this time, because it meant I was more emotionally prepared.

- And now, on to my very controversial opinion about this finale: I… uhm… I actually liked it. There, I said it. I liked it. I’m seeing a lot of takes from people who hated it, and that’s totally fair, but personally, to my own surprise, I liked it. (It’s kind of interesting that last time I said it would be “awful writing” to kill Penny now, then it happened, now the whole fandom is complaining about it being awful writing… and I’m here going “actually… that wasn’t so bad”.) That’s not to say that I’m a fan of everything in this finale, especially re: Penny – but overall, the good outweighed the bad *for me*. (Stressing again that this is just how *I* feel.)

- I think the main reason I feel that way is because I honestly expected way worse. If you read that thing I wrote last week^, you see I expected multiple character deaths. I was incredibly nervous. And after I’d already spent a few minutes genuinely thinking Yang died (because of a badly worded episode 13 spoiler I accidently saw), I had to think about the kind of deaths that would be a dealbreaker for me and make me drop the show. (Let’s say it like this: If either of Bumbleby ever died for real, I would be done with this show immediately.) So, in short, I was terrified of the finale and expected it to be the kind of finale that ruins the show for me (which has happened in far too many fandoms so far) – and it wasn’t. I have mixed feelings about how they handled Penny’s story, too, but this finale didn’t ruin the show for me and I honestly felt way worse after the Volume 3 finale. Maybe that’s because I wasn’t prepared for it at the time, but this time I spent a whole week being super anxious, so when I’d actually finished the finale, I just felt overwhelming relief.

- Okay, so let’s talk Penny: Back in Episode 12, I already wasn’t a huge fan of the idea to make her human (if that even is what she was?), but I think I said I’d reserve judgment on it until we see where they go with it. Obviously, it feels unsatisfying to have the show just kill her off after everyone’s been trying to save her all volume. And of course, it’s never fun to see a favorite character of yours (and Penny is definitely a favorite of mine) get killed off. The way it happened (a character who’s been trying to sacrifice herself the whole volume finally doing so through assisted suicide, even though there could have been several potential ways to still save her) feels incredibly unsatisfying and depressing as well. The “heroic sacrifice” cliché isn’t new, but there’s still a difference between a sacrifice that feels necessary and like it really was the only way (Hazel, Vine) and one that feels more like a character being over-eager to sacrifice themselves even though there might have been alternatives (Penny). So really, I understand why people don’t like this, especially because the narrative, so far, seems to validate Penny’s choice by having her plan work. And that does send the opposite of the “fight for every life”, “no one is replaceable” message this volume had been going for until then.

- And this is why, I think Penny’s death is meant to be awful. Volume 9 might prove me wrong on this, but I think we haven’t seen the end of this storyline yet. For me personally, it’s too early to judge this plot-point by itself because it depends a lot on how they deal with it in the aftermath and how things go from here. (For instance: I hated Pyrrha’s death at first because going into a fight she knew she couldn’t win also felt like a needless heroic sacrifice to me. It was only how the aftermath of it was handled from there that made me be okay with it.) So basically, what I’m asking is: How will the other characters handle Penny’s death now? Will Ruby (or anyone else) get angry at Jaune for agreeing to kill her? How will Ruby grieve in general? And, most importantly: Will the narrative really treat Penny’s choice as the “right” one or will it challenge that view? (And was there maybe more going on that we know because I’ve been reading those “Penny is alive” theories and… oh boy.) So yeah – for me it depends on how it gets handled from here.

- Also, I just want to say that I really appreciate RT putting a suicide trigger warning in the beginning of the episode and I wish people wouldn’t twist that into a bad thing. (I’ve seen some takes along the lines of “If they had to put a warning, that means they were aware it’s a harmful message, so that makes it worse” and… please don’t do that. Content creators putting trigger warnings on things is a good thing. Also, this might be a controversial take, but I don’t think fiction always has to “send a good message and teach you a lesson.” The important thing is that RT were aware that this episode could be upsetting/distressing to people and that’s why they put a warning and the suicide hotline’s number in the description.)

- Anyway, I’ve been rambling for too long. My point is: I understand the criticisms and agree with some of them, but I hope the writers know what they’re doing here and I want to believe that they do. I also love all the theories about Penny coming back (in Winter’s mind, for example) and I think they’re not actually that unlikely. And if Penny doesn’t come back, then honestly, I’m okay with that, too. At the end of the day, she’s a fictional character. I can always go and read fanfictions where she’s alive and lives happily ever after with Ruby and nothing that happens in canon can ever take that away. Canon only has as much power as you want it to have. I can enjoy the canon show and the story they’re telling (even if Penny is dead for good this time), while still also enjoying my AUs where she’s fine. One doesn’t harm the other.

- (Also, let me take this moment to shamelessly promote my favorite cartoon show because I think this is relevant to the interests of anyone who hates the “person who’s been trying to sacrifice themselves the whole time ends up doing just that” story: The main character in She-Ra and the Princesses of Power is self-sacrificial to the point of it being unhealthy, but the show explicitly doesn’t treat this as a good thing. When she tries to sacrifice herself for the greater good in the final arc and says it’s better that way, this is treated as a problem, and the lesson she ends up learning in the end is her life has value, too, and that she deserves to be happy. (The show’s also very gay.)

- I don’t know if brought any of this across properly. Basically… I’m not happy about where they went with Penny either, but I am okay with it. I still enjoyed the finale and will continue to enjoy the show. And I want to focus on the things that make me happy about RWBY and made me happy about the finale, so I’ll talk about the rest of the episode now (while rewatching it because I’ll forget stuff otherwise):

- Have I mentioned I really love the Volume 8 opening? Because I really do.

- That shot of the destroyed whale is still awesome.

- I love how the episode opens with all the fights we left off with (Winter vs. Ironwood, Penny vs. Cinder, Harriet vs. Qrow, Ruby vs. Neo) and cuts between them. Also, the music is amazing!

- Elm admitting that Harriet is their friend and that being what finally gets through to her was a nice conclusion to their little arc, I guess. Vine’s sacrifice and his admittance that they’re his friends and he’s doing this for them were touching. Honestly, Harriet is right to blame herself for his death. That said, while this volume made me strongly dislike her, I do hope she now gets an arc about actually dealing with her grief and changing. I think that would be way more interesting to see than still having her be bitter, especially after what happened in this episode.

- Qrow causing good luck to stop the bomb was a nice little moment and honestly makes sense. Good luck and bad luck are just a matter of perspective, after all. What’s bad luck for yourself will be good luck for your enemies and vice versa. So, maybe Qrow technically caused “bad luck” for the bomb? Either way, I like the idea of him realizing that his semblance is more than what he thought.

- Cinder breathing fire during the fight was awesome. I need GIFs of that.

- Blake was amazing in this episode! I love that she didn’t let her grief over Yang consume her, but got up and kept fighting, kicked Cinder in the face and told Weiss to get up. Good stuff!

- I wonder if Cinder’s “You should have never been born” line to Ruby was just a generic “I hate you” line or meant something more.

- Do people honestly think that Cinder betraying Neo was unexpected or like… super unreasonable for a villain? Neo did threaten her – most typical villains don’t react well to their underlings threatening them, so I really don’t see why some people are so shocked or downright offended about this (is it just because they like Neo?).

- Weiss being the last one standing and using Blake’s weapon in the fight was absolutely amazing.

- The tragedy of Jaune sending Nora to bring the Huntsmen and Huntresses back through the portal while not knowing the portal is a one-way deal…

- Cinder knowing that Salem is back because her Grimm arm started hurting was a super interesting moment. And Weiss’ shocked face in that moment was quite interesting, too.

- I wonder if Penny really meant dying when she said “Let me choose this one thing”. To me, it sounded more like she meant choosing the next Winter Maiden. Also, her “trust me” to Jaune is an interesting line. Between that and us not seeing how that conversation goes on, I wonder if there’s something we don’t know here. (*puts on my “Penny is alive” tinfoil hat*)

- I’m glad they at least didn’t graphically show Penny’s death – which is an interesting choice again, because this show doesn’t usually shy away from making deaths graphic and portraying them in all their brutality. So, the fact that we don’t see the act itself and then just cut to Penny’s conversation with Winter was interesting. (But I am glad about it because I didn’t want to see that.) It might honestly just be because of the nature of Penny’s death that they didn’t want to show it too much (and that’s fair).

- “You were my friend.” Gosh, this rewatch is making me cry now 😭. (I also think it’s interesting that Winter calls herself a machine and Penny is now the one who corrects her. It’s a nice callback to Ruby telling Penny she’s their friend and “not just a machine”.)

- I was also just reminded that Penny died thinking Ruby was dead… ouch. This possibly hurts me more than Penny’s death itself.

- People have also pointed out that when Penny transfers the powers to Winter, her aura looks yellow (like Jaune’s) with only some green sparks (like Penny’s). Hmm… I really wonder if there’s more going on here.

- “I won’t be gone. I’ll be part of you.” Who’s cutting onions in here?

- Honestly, the main reason I kind of forgave them for killing Penny was because THAT MOMENT of Winter opening her eyes with the powers while that epic music plays was just amazing to witness. And her fight with Cinder? EPIC. BREATHTAKING. BEAUTIFUL. I’m not even that into the idea of Winter as the Winter Maiden (I honestly thought Penny, the robot girl, becoming the Winter Maiden was a much more interesting plot), but the way it was done in this episode was great. I’m glad we’re finally getting that rivalry between Winter and Cinder, because their arcs parallel each other in so many ways. And I love the symbolism of Winter only getting the powers that Ironwood chose for her after she betrayed Ironwood. I like the idea that she only became worthy of them after turning on Ironwood (which does work well with her Volume 7 arc).

- Oh, by the way, I really hate the “Team RWBY will become the four maidens eventually” theory. Even if it didn’t require characters to die, I just think it would be cheap and way too obvious, and I think it’s boring to throw all the magic powers at the main characters. So, if they only made Winter the Winter Maiden so she can eventually die and pass it on to Weiss, I’ll be very annoyed. (But I hope that’s not where this is going.)

- I’m also just realizing that Cinder asking “How am I supposed to take her power if she’s dead?” about Penny a few episodes ago was foreshadowing… damn.

- Jaune’s sword breaking was a really cool and symbolic moment, too.

- Winter trying to save Weiss from falling and not reaching her in time really got to me. I’m mostly not that affected by any of Team RWBY falling into the void because… come on, we know they’ll be fine. But Winter thinking her little sister just died is… oof. Maybe it’s because I have two younger sisters, but stuff like that really gets to me.

- Also, Winter going through that portal and seeing her family after she just (as far as she knows) lost Weiss… ouch. They never got to all reunite with each other (yet).

- I absolutely LOVED that final scene between Salem and Cinder. They’re both such fascinating characters and I just live for their interactions. Cinder talking herself down (even though she got the relics, so she knows she succeeded at the most important part) was amazing on her part. She did learn from Salem! It’s also interesting that even though she got what Salem wanted, Cinder didn’t get what she herself wanted (the Maiden Powers). I feel like that’s eventually going to become important.

- I wonder if Salem believed Cinder’s lies or not. I’ve seen some interesting opinions in both directions here. (Also, again, I don’t get why some people are so shocked and offended about Cinder lying? I’ve seen so many “I hope she pays for her lies” takes and… really? That’s her biggest crime in your eyes? Lying to another villain?? I don’t think any of you villain-haters feel bad for Salem here, so why… oh. Oh, nevermind, I just understood. They’re not mad that Cinder lied, they’re mad because they wanted Salem to kill her. Gosh, that’s so dumb. Face it, people: That’s not going to happen because Salem still needs the Fall Maiden’s powers. She’s not going to kill Cinder anytime before Cinder opens the last vault.)

- Cinder killing Watts with the staff was kinda funny, tbh. Also Salem’s proud little smirk in that scene kills me.

- “And that’s checkmate.” THAT. Okay, THAT was the best line in the entire episode, I don’t make the rules. What an epic moment!! Gosh, have I mentioned I love Cinder to death? What a queen! This volume really completely changed my opinion on her. I’ve already said that she’s my standout character of the volume, and I stand by that. It was her volume in so many ways and it’s so fitting that she gets to say the last line. It’s also such an interesting line in so many ways: 1) Because this episode is called “The Final Word”, is the only episode in this volume that doesn’t have a one-word title, and the actual final word of the episode is “checkmate”, it implies that “Checkmate” is the real, hidden title of the episode. And that fits so well! They could have easily just named the episode “Checkmate”, but revealing it like this works even better. 2) I also love the chess symbolism in this volume in general. There was a really great analysis about it on here somewhere, but basically: Salem is the king, Cinder is the queen (the king can’t die and barely moves, the queen is out there getting rid of opposing player pieces). And the interesting thing about that here is that the king can’t actually checkmate anyone else, only other chess pieces can. So, it’s very fitting that Cinder is the one who says “checkmate”. Also, in a game of chess, you often have to sacrifice your own pieces to win, which is what Cinder did. 3) I also LOVE the realization on Ironwood’s face when he realizes that he’s been so paranoid about Salem, but he’s actually been playing Cinder all along. (Someone else on here pointed out that there’s something super poetic about Cinder, someone who was very much a victim of Atlas’ systemic problems, being the one to defeat Ironwood and destroy his kingdom. Ironwood was ready to sacrifice all the poor people from Mantle for his own goal, and a poor person who was hurt by people in Atlas is the one who destroyed him. Yeah, yeah, Cinder’s evil and all, but I love it! 4) It’s also really interesting to me that Salem said “This game is not yours to win, it’s mine” to Cinder in the first episode of this Volume, but in the end, Salem ended up being gone for the entire last part of the volume and Cinder is the one who got to say “checkmate.” IT’S JUST SO GOOD.

- And ngl, I’m super happy for Cinder. She really got it all. Yeah okay, she didn’t get the Maiden Powers (and I hope she never does, because one person being two maidens at once is lame), but she got the relics, got rid of her enemies and co-workers (or so she thinks), destroyed the kingdom that she was a slave to, got back into Salem’s good graces… good for her! And apparently one of the buildings that you see being flooded was the Glass Unicorn? Amazing. Love that.

- (Yes, I’m team “redemption for Cinder please”, but come on… it was never going to happen this volume. And if it never happens, that’s okay, too – I’m loving her as a villain as well!)

- Also, I hope that all the people who were specifically criticizing Cinder for not being a competent enough villain are very happy now. Because there you have the competent villain you said you wanted! I mean, I’m saying this as someone who used to criticize Cinder’s character for not being interesting/deep enough. I used to say that I’d like a backstory or something that makes her more interesting/compelling to me. But as soon as we got that backstory, I happily switched sides to team “I like Cinder now”. So, I better not hear any complaining from the “I just want her to be a more competent villain” faction now!

- Yeah, I admit I’m getting annoyed with the Cinder hate. Everyone has a right to their opinions, but it gets frustrating when you’re going through the tag of a character you like and half of the tag are people talking about how badly they want that character to die. (Maybe use a seperate tag for it?)

- (I’m just realizing that I said “Well, at least it was only one character death” earlier, but people like Ironwood and Watts actually did die… I just didn’t count those because I don’t care. Sorry not sorry.)

- We decimated Salem’s faction quite a bit this volume, didn’t we? There’s only Cinder, Tyrian, and Mercury left. I wonder if Salem will get some new people on her side.

- Overall, while I did like this episode, I feel like Volume 8 got weaker towards the end. Most Volumes were at their best towards the end, but I feel like episodes 8-11 were the strongest parts of Volume 8, while episodes 12-14 were still good, but not as good.

- My prediction is that Volume 9 will (of course) be Tearm RWBY’s way out of the void (or whatever that place where they ended up is called) – And I quite like the theory that we won’t see the other characters at all and it’ll be focused only on what’s happening in the void.

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petersasteria · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Manservant!Haz Osterfield x CEO!Single mom!Reader

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DISCLAIMER: *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either products or the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After being unsuccessful in getting acting jobs, Harrison looks for a job to pay his bills. You’re a spoiled rich kid who abruptly becomes the CEO of your family’s company after your parents decided to retire early.

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“Haz, what’re you doing?” Tom, Harrison’s best friend asked him. Tom Holland has been best friends with Harrison since they were 15. Both of them were aspiring actors, but they’re both struggling to get the parts that they want. Eventually, Harrison decided to find a real job. Thus, looking through the ad section on the newspaper.

“I’m looking for a job.” He shrugged. It wasn’t a big deal, really. He just wants to help his mum in paying the bills and since his acting career is dormant, he figured it’d be best to pursue something realistic and something quick.

Tom looked at him dumbfounded. He was in shock. Tom never thought Harrison, his best mate, would actually look for a job. “Um.. why? You have an audition to prepare for.” Tom pointed out.

“So?” Harrison said, not looking up from the newspaper.

“So?” Tom mocked and rolled his eyes. “It means you have no time to look for a job. You have to run your lines, memorize them, and internalize. Maybe get into character like a method actor or something, I don’t know! So, you can’t look for a job.”

“Joke’s on you because I just found one!” Harrison smiled and took off the cap of the marker with his teeth. He encircled the ad for working at a restobar as a waiter. He covered the marker again and put it on the table. He stood up from his seat and quickly went to his room to prepare his resume.

Tom quickly followed him and asked, “Aren’t you going to tell me what job you’re planning to apply for?”

“A waiter.” Harrison said simply as he typed away on his laptop.

Tom raised his eyebrows and nodded, “Okay. Well, good luck.”

“You should find a job too, Tom. We’re 20 for fuck’s sake. We’ve been auditioning for roles since we were 15 and nothing seems to be happening. Let’s just get a job, mate.” Harrison sighed in defeat.

“Fine.” Tom said, crossing his arms. “But let me just get through this audition I have tomorrow and then I’ll look for a job straight after that. I’m starting to go broke anyway and I’ll honestly panic if butterflies come out of my wallet instead of money.”

“Same.” Harrison laughed.

Harrison got the job. The restobar was desperate for people, so Harrison convinced Tom to apply there too and Tom got in as well. Now, they’re both working there.

The restobar was always busy and the customers tipped generously. It was great for Harrison and Tom. The restobar was more packed in the evening and during the day, families would have lunch there. The food was delicious and the staff is very accommodating. The restobar only had two floors and at the back, was the outdoor area where people could eat and have a cigarette. It was also there that jamming sessions would happen every night. It was awesome.

It’s late in the afternoon and Harrison was wiping a table clean after clearing the dishes. Tom was currently sitting on the bar stool at the bar counter while watching the news. At this hour, the restobar was low on customers and that gave the whole staff time to relax a bit.

Tom rubbed the drowsiness from his eyes and blinked when he saw the news about you; Y/N Y/L/N. Tom read the headline and his eyes widened. He turned to Charles, the bartender, and said, “Hey mate, could you turn it up a bit? Thank you.”

Charles turned up the volume a little causing all of the staff to pay attention to the news. Harrison, who just finished cleaning the table, was carrying the plastic box they put the plates in when he joined in to watch the news. He stood next to where Tom was sitting as the reporter rambled about you being the newest CEO of Y/L/N Inc.

Tom snorted, “Was it just last week that Y/N was found blackout drunk somewhere?”

“Yeah.” Charles laughed. “One of my mates told me that they saw her smoking weed once.”

Harrison looked at the two of them and shook his head, “That’s not very CEO-like, innit?”

“Sounds like a spoiled rich kid to me.” Jessica, the hostess, said. “If you Google her name, you’ll find endless articles about her lavish vacations and she’s profligate.”

“What does profligate even mean?” Tom asked as he turned to Jessica.

“It means she’s extravagant; she spends her money a lot on useless things.” Chazia explained and Tom nodded, satisfied with the answer.

“She’s filthy rich, though. She recently bought a small house in the Hamptons as a birthday gift for herself.” Elouise chimed in as she scrolled through her phone after Googling Y/N.

“These rich people will never learn, I swear. They think stuff is just handed to them because they’re rich. They’re all the same.” Hritz shook her head in annoyance.

“She’d never marry a poor bloke that’s for sure.” Luke said with a chuckle. “What a shame, though. She’s hot.”

“True.” Charles nodded in agreement.

“I mean, we shouldn’t judge her. What Elouise is seeing on Google right now are assumptions and one side of the story which means everything the tabloids say about her are just the side of the people who make those articles. We don’t know her story. For all we know, she doesn’t want to be a CEO. And while I agree that she’s spoiled, we should keep in mind that she was born into a rich family and she had no choice to be born into that family. With that being said, we should just let her be.” Harrison said before going to the kitchen to drop off the box of dirty plates.

“What’s up with him?” Charles asked Tom.

Tom shrugged and got out of the bar stool to check on Harrison. Tom entered the kitchen just as Harrison was about to go back out in the main area.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked and Harrison nodded. “Then what was all that rant about? Are you secretly Y/N?” He joked causing Harrison to break into a smile and chuckle.

“Nah. If I were Y/N, I wouldn’t be here right now.” Harrison said. “I’m okay, though. I really am. It’s just that I feel kind of bad for her, y’know? Everyone’s always watching her every move and judging her for it. She’s young too; she’s our age! She’s 20 and she’s a CEO already. I personally think that the reason why she’s being so reckless and extravagant is because she knew about her fate. She knew that she’ll be a CEO and that’s why she’s already living her life to the extreme. Because she knows that when she’s a CEO already, she won’t have time for anything else, not even herself.”

“I guess you’re right.” Tom trailed off.

“Of course I am. When was I ever wrong?” Harrison asked.

“When you dated Lea Berry. You were wrong about her.” Tom laughed and Harrison rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex.

“Yeah, fuck off.” Harrison shook his head and left the kitchen as Tom followed while laughing his ass off.

Being born into a rich family was definitely a blessing. You were an only child and growing up, you got everything you wanted. As you grew, you realized that it was rather lonely living in a mansion. Your only best friend was your personal maid, Angela and she was as old as your mum. Angela played with you everyday and she took care of you. While your parents loved you very much, they were never really around often. You were like Richie Rich basically. Maybe that’s why you loved that movie so much.

Your education was very… fancy. You studied at an international school for your whole life and you decided that you didn’t want to go to university because you didn’t know what you wanted to do. Your parents supported your decision and because of that, they’ve decided to retire early and leave the company to you. Now, you’re the youngest CEO.

In terms of your love life, you only had flings. Relationships weren’t your thing. In fact, your relationship with your first boyfriend only lasted for two months. After that, you had endless flings here and there. You also do one night stands because it was easy. You kept safe, though. Protection is always important.

Your friends were really nice people. They weren’t snobs and you adored that about them. You loved the fact that you were associated with people like them. They would give to charities often and they would do outreach programs in third world countries. Sometimes, you’d tag along if your parents aren’t dragging you to a boring fancy event.

You and your friends would go to different countries just to get drunk and forget about your rich kid lives. All of you loved running away from what society expected of you. Like every normal person, you loved letting loose. That’s why it pisses you off when people call you out for going out a lot because you’re a normal person like them.

“Y/N, darling, I hope you’re ready to take over.” Your mum told you. She was excited for you to replace your father in the business. She’s been waiting for it ever since you were born. Your father was kind of bittersweet because he wasn’t ready to step down yet, but at the same time he knew he had to let go at some point.

“Just promise me you’ll take care of the business.” You dad smiled sadly. You eagerly nodded and said, “I won’t let you down, dad. I’ll do my best.”

“I trust you, sweetheart.” Your dad hugged you and kissed the top of your head. He pulled away and you bid your parents goodbye. You looked around your dad’s old office as you watched your maids pick up box after box of your dad’s stuff. One maid grabbed the picture frame on your dad’s desk and you were able to catch a glimpse of the photo. It was a family picture.

“You can leave that here.” You told the maid and she put back the photo before packing up the last box and leaving you all alone.

You took a deep breath and sat down on your dad’s chair. You exhaled through your mouth and grabbed the picture frame. It was an old photo of you and your parents. You could remember that day like it was yesterday.

You and your parents were in New York for your dad’s business trip. You were only seven years old and it was your first time abroad. Of course, you didn’t want to stay in the office at all. You wanted to explore. So, you and your mum walked around the city and you arrived at Central Park.

Your mum bought you a hotdog and for some reason that made you really happy. About thirty minutes later, your dad joined both of you. All three of you played tag and somehow your dad ended up giving you a piggyback ride whilst your mum stood beside your dad, throwing her head back in laughter.

A college student who was studying photography was nearby and captured the moment. They approached the three of you and instead of getting angry for taking your picture without permission, your dad bought it from them. Now, that picture stays in his office.

It’s been years and your dad didn’t have the heart to replace the wholesome family picture. To him, he’ll always remember you as his little girl who loved adventure and meeting new people.

You rummaged through the drawers and saw an unopened envelope that had your name on it. You brows furrowed in confusion as you grabbed and opened it.

To my little girl,

The time has come for you to replace me and I can’t believe that time came early. I have to remind myself that you’re not little anymore, but I know you’re still the same girl I raised and darling, I raised you right. Your mother and I raised you right.

I won’t lie… this job is hard and tiring, but I know you’ll be able to push through. You’re strong and smart and tough. I trust that you’ll make the right decisions and I’m confident that our company is in good hands. One day there’ll come a time when you’ll step down and pass it on to your child and I’ll be gone by then. Just know that when the time comes, you did an excellent job.

My father wasn’t there for me when I needed him because he passed on and I had no one because my mother was busy taking care of my younger siblings. What I’m trying to say is that I’m here for you whenever you need me. Call me anytime.

Love, dad

Your heart warmed at your dad’s letter as you put it on top of your desk. You shook off your nerves, got up from your seat and walked out of your office. You stood outside your office and watched the staff as they did their job. You cleared your throat and said, “Excuse me? May I have your attention please?”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at you. You gave them a nervous smile and said, “Hi everyone! As you may know, my father has decided to retire early. I’m his daughter, Y/N, and I will be replacing him. I’m not like my father and I know all of you loved him, but I’ll do my best and hopefully, we can all get along.”

Everyone just stared at you until one person spoke up, “You have some big shoes to fill in, sweetheart. Big shoes.”

You nodded and coughed awkwardly, “Alright, back to work people.”

This was going to be harder than you thought.

* * * *

After I post this, I’m removing everyone on my taglist and I’m making a new one. It’s 2021 and I gotta renew that shit. New year, new taglist.

𝐇𝐀𝐙 𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @abrielleholland @silencetheslaves @imeanlifesabitshit @joyleenl @hjoficrecs @blueleatherbag @poguesholland @harryismysunflower @lonikje @lizzyosterfield @turtoix @badreputationlove @starlight-starks @swiftmind @sovereignparker @pearce14 @justanamesstuff @chewymoustachio @cocoamoonmalfoy @hotforharrison @euphorichxlland @givebuckyhisplumsnow

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randombtsprincessa · 3 years ago

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Content Tag Game!

Tagged by my babies Dia and Maria ( @yoonia and @joyfulhopelox) to answer these content queries and dish some dirt on me whoops!

Here we go!

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

Well I for one thought that I would never write for Twilight again. I wrote Touch in the Worlds as a practice and just to get the feel of how writing and the posting worked online. I was very sure I wouldn’t visit the fandom again for obvious reasons, but yeah, I have recently gotten another idea for it for another character that many asked for in comments.

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

I am writing for Kpop (BTS) and currently have two works for Harry Potter!

3. how long have you been writing? on this blog?

I began writing in 4th grade. Silly me also tried to make a club out of it with a few friends but yeah lol, that tanked. I mostly tried to write Horror back then because I was a hardcore Goosebumps fan. Writing kind of took a back seat to my music and dancing before making a vicious comeback.

I made this blog to follow SuperWhoLock and other shows. Before I refurbished it to accomodate my writings. Then in 2017, I purged it again at the same time as Tumblr underwent it’s own mess of thingy.

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

I post on FF.net, Wattpad, Tumblr, Ao3 and Inkitt.

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

I love smangst with fluff. Of course, like any deprived emotionally person I do do fluff because where would we be in life without it. I love the tropes of E2L, Estranged Lovers coming together, balancing otherwise unbalanced dynamics etc. Also woman empowerment because hell yes.

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

I’ a firm swinger between the two. Usually for writing projects, like NANO i have a plan but well, when I get an idea hit, I usually just write how I see it in my head (I’m a visual imaginator). Series require more planning than one-shots.

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

Depends on the stories I cook up. Many of them might be finished and reach the proper catharsis in one chapter but many others aren’t stories that can be wrapped up in one sitting.

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

Don’t ask me. I have a problem with word counts. Ask my undergrad professors.

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

I still think my longest is Touch in the Worlds. Its four books and over 200k so. Yep, it’s done and over with.

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

I. ADORE writing Autumn Leaves, mostly because my MC is lowkey brilliant. She’s a living embodiment of all the mistakes the HP characters made corrected. For BTS, I loved writing Aberrations. I’m going to have the same fun when I get to the ‘part’ in Achilles Heart. hehehe...otherwise in the future some works are *satan grins*

11. favourite request you’ve have written and why (if any?)

I wasn’t sure if I was going to be writing a sequel for Bed Bereft. But people have asked and yep it’s coming (plotted already and I will enjoy it)

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

I’ve been told I write women in relationships well. Honestly if I wanted a break down of what I as a writer have done nicely in my BTS fics it would be a question for people like @jimins-ass-eater, @stealth-liberal and @cuziloveyou7

13. current number of wips?

Outrageous and increasing. I have a lot of chapters to upload lol.

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

Some fics I have noticed are purely for a particular mindset. I wrote Asylum in my down time and Ambrosia is going to be the same. I tend to aim to be realistic. I am 23 years old, I have seen a few things that deserve to be addressed and I do that in my fics. Oh, and if I am writing for Namjoon, you can expect my philosophical side to jump right out and ramble in that fic.

15. a quote you like from a published story.

● Series:

There was nothing soothing about people watching.

Or maybe there was and it required some form of inner peace to find the charm in it.

You didn’t have that sort of inner peace; neither did you have the patience for it.

- Belladonna, Chapter 1

● One-shot:

All the stories that showed that Princesses would be rescued fell short at one crucial juncture.

No one told the story about the cursed princess who was ugly, who was a monster, who wasn’t the pale skinned beauty in a glass case or silk bed.

No, nobody came to save the ugly princess and over time you learned to see yourself just that.

This man – this Jimin, would be no exception.

“After all, what’s to love?” You muttered.

You vowed not to weep. Not for a man, not for the humanity that judged who was worthy of love.

- Blackthorn Creek

16. a quote from an unpublished story.

Jimin didn’t reply, carefully placing a donut on a small, pristine white plate. “I don’t think there’s anyone who just was born wrong. Everyone has reasons, everyone has stories. Things that happen to people to make them the way they are at present. It’s harsh to judge a person’s future for what the past did to them in the present.”

His eyes flickered up to glance out the window. At the edge of the park, right along the lines separating the background of the city from the forefront stood an old Honda. On it was perched a single girl.

“Like her.”

- Brownie Points

17. space for you to say something to your readers.

I want to thank each and every single one of them. On tumblr and out of it. I know I miss out on a lot of interaction but I want you all to know that you always have an ear and shoulder available on my blog. I want you to know that these fics I write are for more than just your enjoyment. It’s for them to maybe find a part of them resonating inside of you and if I achieve that then that would be my biggest achievement. I love you all and your encouragement is literally the reason I and many other content creators are still here.

Tagging: @avveh @serooks @softyoongiionly @hobidreams @jungkxook @joonscypher @hobiwonder @bangtanhome @joheunsaram @kookdiaries @ressjeon @kithtaehyung-main @vyduan @rosietae @kookingtae and anyone else who wants to do this!

#tulip tagged games

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racingtowardsaredlight · 5 years ago

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Finally Home - Captain Syverson

Summary: Sy has been back home for a while and finally feels safe and whole with you. However, he’s not prepared to see something that reminds him of his days at war.

Characters: Captain Syverson x Reader (married)

Warnings: A little angsty, mentions of war, PTSD (hinted at but not super blatant), Sy having emotions and hurting my heart

A/N: This was born from some little ramblings I sent on anon to @dancingwendigo so I had to write it! It’s a little sad but I want to write a part 2 that gets a little smutty so be prepared!

Tags:@onceiwasanun , @dancingwendigo , @littlefreya

It’s been six months since Sy came home. Six whole entire months since your husband’s boots hit American soil and his arms pulled you into his warm embrace once again. Six months since you said goodbye to sleepless night and could finally rest easy with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Syverson could hardly believe he was home for the first little bit. His nights next to were spent holding on to your body as if you might fade away while he slept. His dreams turned into nightmares regularly; if they weren’t haunting memories of being overseas, they were last minute deployment calls and saying goodbye to you before he even got used to hello. Sy’s nightmare tended to keep you up for the first two months, you never minded though. You’d far rather rub his back and spend the next day sleepy than be sitting home alone waiting for the next time you’d get FaceTime him.

Six months later though, the nightmares come fewer and farther between. You’ve gotten into a routine with your daily life and have even started working on some house renovations that Sy promised he’d do after his deployment ended. He’d started working on base about three months after he got home, just some office work and basic training but it kept him busy and happy. Of course he was always happiest when he came home from work every night to your smiling face. He was breathing easier and easier every single day, finally feeling safe and situated for the first time in so long.

Today was a typical Friday for Syverson after he left base around 6pm. He stopped at the grocery store to grab something to make for dinner, excited for the weekend since the weather was finally warm enough to start grilling and he’d just finished the deck he started but never finished before deployment. He picked up some chicken, steak, and salmon, planning to surprise you with a lovely fish dinner on Saturday. Annoyed, he threw some vegetables in the basket too, cursing you for making sure he always ate healthy. Checking out as quickly as he could, Sy also made a stop by the party store and grabbed some bottles of your favorite white wine to go with the fish tomorrow.

As he made his way through the front door, Sy could hear soft classical music coming from your office down the hall. His face bloomed with a large smile. He had forgotten you had a half day at work today and would be working from home after your doctor’s appointment. Sy put the groceries away before he made his way to your office to call to you through the door.

“I’m home!” His voice boomed, jarring you slightly before your brain recognized your husband’s deep baritone.

“Okay! I’m almost done and I’ll be out in a few!” you shouted back, focusing your attention back on your final report for the day. Syverson yelled a “Sounds good! I’m jumping in the shower!” to you and made his way to the laundry room, searching for some comfortable clothes to throw on once he was clean.

He didn’t waste time while he showered. He saved the long, drawn out ones for the both of you, when he had time to feel every inch of your body in the hot spray of the water. This shower was just meant to clean himself up, wash away the dirt on his skin so he wouldn’t get you too dirty while the two of you got down and dirty. Sy shook his head, trying to push the dirty thoughts out of his head that have been there since he left your still naked body for work this morning. He couldn’t help himself really, you’re just too gorgeous not to daydream about all day. His mind wandered again to the thought of you: naked, legs spread out wide while he went to town devouring your pussy. Much to his own efforts not to, Sy reached his hand to his cock, stroking it gently as he succumbed to the thoughts of what he wanted to do with you tonight. He’d been so horny for you all day, picturing your body in the throws of pleasure he’d had you in the night before. Remembering how often you called out his name, his back still stinging in the places your hands clawed at as you came over and over for him. The hand stroking his now achingly hard cock moved faster, hurdling Sy closer to the edge. He was so close before the door to the bathroom received large knocks, your voice carrying through and startling your husband back to reality.

“I’m done working! We can start dinner when you’re done!” You call, unaware of your husband’s activities. Sy clears his throat, willing his voice to not be in it’s husky “fuck me” tone -as you lovingly refer to it. “Be out in a minute!” he calls, switching his water to a colder setting as he attempts to make his dick behave. He’ll just have to have you as a pre-dinner meal to calm his aching hard on.

A few calming breaths and some chilled water later, Sy gets out and towels himself off. He dresses in his favorite grey sweats, foregoing underwear as it will only get in his way later. Syverson runs his towel over his beard, making sure it’s as dry as he can get it so he doesn’t drip cold water onto your neck when he finally gets his lips on you. He keeps his chest shirtless, not even bothering to get one from the laundry room since he planned to spend most of his night sans clothes anyways.

You’re the first thing Syverson sees when he opens the bathroom door and he nearly gasps when he takes in the sight of you for the first time since this morning. Your hair is in a bun, messily thrown together so he knows you probably put it up after it was bothering you for too long while you worked. There are no pants on your legs but he can see a sliver of your heather grey panties from underneath the garment that took Sy’s breath from him. His red, D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F. shirt swallows your upper half damn near whole with how much bigger it is on you. The red shirt Sy came to love so much overseas and had grown so filthy with the sand, dirt, sweat, and blood that it was constantly covered in. He hasn’t seen that shirt since he came and threw it in the laundry room, claiming he’d be happy to never see “that filthy old rag” ever again. You knew he was kidding and was only really upset because of how dirty his favorite shirt had become, and more than likely a bit hurt due to the memories it brought up. So you had cleaned it (took three washes and a LOT of OxiClean) and kept it safe in your pajama drawer, waiting to give it back to him when he went back on deployment. However, it was so soft and comfortable and still somehow smelled a little like Sy even after the washes, you couldn’t help but put it on while you worked today.

Sy holds his gaze on you for a while, watching as you stand at the kitchen counter and scroll through your phone. He knows he’s a weak man for you in his shirts and something about seeing you in a shirt he associates with his soldier side has him more riled up than he’d anticipated. Wordlessly, Sy strides over to you, ready devour you as he wraps his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, his cock rubbing against your ass through his sweatpants. Before he can even plant his first kiss to your neck, Sy is once again distracted by the shirt. This time though it’s not the remembrance of war that gets him but the total lack thereof. His shirt doesn’t smell the way he remembers, grimey and sweaty even when he did get to wash it. No, it smells like home. It smells like his sheets and his pants and all his other shirts do now. It smells like fabric softener and dryer sheets. It smells like you. He can feel himself choking up, tears brimming at his eyes so he pulls from you momentarily.

Concerned, you turn around. He could just be playing coy and teasing but something about his grip on your hips before he pulled away made you think he was upset. You realize you’re wearing his shirt and worry for a moment he was serious when he threw it out of sight all those months ago. You worry you brought up a piece of the past he’d rather forget when he’s home. As you turn to face Sy, you see the teary eyes and his hand in a fist, one knuckles pressed to his lips as if that’s all that’s holding his tears back. You can’t even express the apology you think he wants before his arms are around you again, this time pulling you into a bone crushing hug and returning his face to your neck. Rubbing his back, you give an apology and promise you will throw out the shirt so he doesn’t have to look at it but he hushes you. “Keep it. Please keep it on. I’m not mad about it I just-” He pulls away to look you in the eyes. His glassy blues meet yours and a soft smile adorns his bearded face. “I’m so happy to be home.”

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asterekmess · 5 years ago

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(I was gonna save this for tomorrow, but FUCK IT) Eyyy, still being salty over here. Pls block the tag ‘rant’ if you don’t wanna see anymore of these. Or maybe ‘anti-scott mccall’ though, tbh, I’m not sure how much fun it would be to follow me if you aren’t anti-scott mccall. I’m pretty vocal abt disliking him.

ANYWAY.

I wanna talk about the concept of Derek being a ‘creeper’ because of all his wandering around the lacrosse field, at lydia’s party, etc. And by talk about, I mean ramble about incoherently. By which I mean, please know that I’m not trying to insult or fight anybody who makes this joke or uses this concept in fic or whatever. I’m just ranting bc I love this boy and his trauma makes me sad.

ANYWAY. (This is insanely long, so I’m adding a “Read More”)

I just have a lot of feelings about people seeing Derek as a stalker/creeper because he keeps showing up at lacrosse practice and in Scott & Stiles’ rooms, etc. It gets mentioned in loads of fics (I see a lot of “Creeperwolf” which I think is supposed to be an endearment?) (And there’s lots of fics that talk about how ‘you used to be/are really creepy, following us around’ Again, not judging) (Dude it’s even a whole tag on AO3 ‘Creeper Derek Hale’) and it’s joked about a lot in fandom (the vine with the ‘every step you take’ song and the swans on the building comes to mind). I see it a lot, and dude, it hurts me.

Let’s look at Derek’s current mental state and what he’s been dealing with, going all the way back to Paige. (Or, tbh, his birth) Derek is a werewolf. He was born a werewolf, to a family of werewolves. He grew up within the supernatural world, in a whole different culture to humans (honestly, my fury at the lack of werewolf culture/history/worldbuilding is worthy of its own post. Let me know if by some ungodly chance, you actually wanna hear my thoughts on it.) and presumably the number one rule in all of werewolfdom is “Keep the Secret.” Now, Derek’s fuckin’ 14/15 (I put his birthday on Christmas, like most of fandom, and if his house burned down when he was 16, in the spring, and he was dating Kate for a while before, he would’ve dated her when he was 15, and we don’t know how long there was between paige and kate, but let’s give him a summer of mourning. So. 14ish with paige) and he starts dating this human. He’s kinda shit at keeping the secret, implying that either he’s only dated werewolves before, or she’s his first girlfriend ever (also implying that maybe some of the people on his basketball team are werewolves, bc they don’t seem to notice his weird way of talking [pack members maybe? fuck, my heart]) and he’s maybe not as careful as he should be. (More implications arise, and we begin to build our own history. If Derek was never taught not to say dumb shit like ‘i caught a scent’ then was he even in public school before freshman year? Were the Hales all homeschooled before high school to help keep the secret? How soon do wolfy abilites arise? Do they hit with puberty? Fuck, I digress.) He says some dumb shit, and Paige gets suspicious. Of course, he doesn’t know that, and he has some kind of meltdown about her eventually finding out his secret. We hear from Peter (who’s villainized, so we’re not supposed to necessarily believe what he says, but what we see in the flashback doesn’t make a huge amount of sense either so *shrug*) that he enlists Ennis to bite Paige, believing that if she is bitten she won’t spill the secret and she’ll be more inclined to accept that Derek is a werewolf. Now, she fucking dies. Paige dies in Derek’s arms because of this, and he finds out at the last second that she already knew the secret. He feels guilty enough abt getting her killed but now he’s got a whole new batch of guilt from finding out that apparently he’s so bad at keeping the secret of his ENTIRE SPECIES that she found out he was a werewolf. She could’ve exposed them all at any time. He had to be terrified. Next, he’s 15/16 and he meets a gorgeous older woman who presumably showers him in affection, and all the horrors that go with that whole situation (I don’t wanna go into detail, because obviously). But again, whether Derek tells her himself or she just knew or she finds out, whatever it is, Kate knows Derek and his family are werewolves. AND SHE KILLS THEM ALL. Derek has no clue what the fuck is going on. All he knows is he is the only link between Kate and his family, which must mean that it’s his fault she knows about them. Once again, he’s revealed the Big Secret and people Died. He and Laura bolt to NY for six years, where presumably they live in hiding thinking the Argents are coming after them to finish off the Hales. Then Laura gets sent a funky letter and goes back to Beacon Hills. Now, we have a lil more confusion (i’ve got a whole buttload of issues with the timeline, but let’s not get into that now) because he says he came looking for Laura, but later he mentions that he knew she was in Beacon Hills and was searching for...whoever burnt down their house...that whole plotline confuses the shit out of me (derek knew kate did it. he blamed All the argents, but he knew kate was involved. So why was Laura looking for the pendant. and if he didn’t tell her then why was he looking for the pendant?? And what did the pendant have to do with the deer and the spiral?? Halp.) but whatever. He shows up and finds his sister dead, the hunters arrive in town the next day, and suddenly there’s an angry alpha Attacking Humans.

We’re finally in the present. Derek has lost what little family he had left, except for a catatonic uncle. He already has two instances in his past where the worry of keeping werewolves a secret has caused deaths. And now there’s this teenager. No, actually, two teenagers. One who was bitten, and one who shouts out “You’re a werewolf!” in the middle of the preserve, instantly figuring out a centuries-old supernatural secret. Derek is fucking terrified, and things are only getting worse. This kid who got bitten? Derek follows him to see if he’s really a wolf, to find out if he knows what’s happening to him, if he believes the other teen. He finds the kid JUMPING OVER PEOPLE’S HEADS in broad daylight in front of everyone. Derek might’ve had a couple verbal giveaways but this is just ridiculous. Then, even better, the kid goes on a date on the FULL MOON with THE YOUNGEST ARGENT. There’s about a billion reasons to follow Scott to the party. It’s a FULL MOON, for one. HE’S WITH AN ARGENT for another. And of course he can’t just walk into the party. He’s fucking 22 for fuck’s sake. This is a high school party. He’d get arrested. And of course he doesn’t introduce himself to Scott beforehand. He has no way of knowing if this kid is on the Alpha’s side. He’s the Alpha’s Beta, it would make perfect sense for him to be obeying the Alpha. OR since he’s with the Argent, maybe he’s working with them. Maybe he’s a plant of some kind. a hunter pet. Laura was used as bait to catch Derek, why not Scott too? But he sees quickly that Allison has no clue what’s going on, at least with Scott, and he takes her home and steals her jacket to lure Scott into the Preserve where he can’t hurt anyone. Then, when he sees Scott get chased by the hunters, with no Alpha coming running to protect him, he decides “Alright, guess this kid’s my ally. Gotta protect him.” Yeah. He says some weird shit. But the evidence points to Derek not knowing much about bitten wolves. He tells Scott that he doesn’t know how to train a bitten wolf, but he does know how to help Scott recover memories (the memory loss appears to only happen in the early days of shifting, which lends more credibility to the possibility that born wolves don’t start shifting properly until later in life [puberty being the most likely milestone] and he therefore has experience with that, but not with the kind of control Scott needs, that he’s known his whole life). Born a werewolf, he’s never considered the bite anything other than a gift. He also just lost his entire family, so sue him for trying to find some kind of connection between them. (It honestly makes total sense for him to use the term ‘brothers’ bc he KNOWs Scott won’t understand the concept of ‘pack’ yet) So, now that’s decided to help Scott, to protect him, he goes back to the school. SURELY now that Scott knows what he is and how dangerous he is when stressed, he’ll reign himself in during lacrosse, or even just back out of it altogether. There are lives at stake here, be them human, or if Scott exposes the secret, werewolves. SURELY this kid wouldn’t put everyone in danger over a fucking game. But no. Not only does he keep flaunting his abilities, but he SHIFTS ON THE FIELD. If Stiles hadn’t Dragged Scott out of there, the entire supernatural world would be EXPOSED by this ONE KID. Derek passed Terrified about a hundred miles back. He’s gotta be fucking out of his mind with fear. I don’t blame him even a little for threatening Scott. If Scott’s not gonna do the right thing on his own, then threatening him is worth it if people don’t DIE. Then, bc Scott’s a pissy baby and goes to shout at him and be a fuckwad, and Stiles is nosey and neither of them have boundaries (I love Stiles, but fucking seriously, digging up a grave?) Derek gets ARRESTED. He pleads with this lanky teen who is brave enough to climb into the cruiser with a WEREWOLF. Who’s FRiends with a Werewolf. Who figured it out so quickly. He pleads with him to understand how dangerous this is, to stop his friend. And Stiles looks like he’s gonna, but Scott bolts bc of the wolfsbane (Which...listen if I’m being really salty, a deep bitter part of me genuinely wonders if he was that freaked out, or if he overheard Derek beg Stiles not to let Scott play, and Scott ran away from Stiles so he wouldn’t get told no, bc he wanted to play.) and by the time Stiles finds him he’s already dressed for the game. And DEREK WAS RIGHT. Scott DID lose control. He DID shift on the field. At LEAST one human saw him shift, and the coach for the other team knew something was up too. He DID expose them, and he did it further bc Jackson is suspicious now. Now, I’ve reblogged a gifset of it before, the moment when Derek shows up at the lacrosse field and finds Jackson standing in it after Scott’s run off, staring at a glove with a claw hole in it. He is watching his worst nightmare come true. Scott has exposed them and Jackson is going to figure out werewolves, just like Stiles did. He knows right that instant that people are going to die. I’ll reiterate what I said in the tags on that gifset. It’s extremely likely that Derek bit Jackson out of self-preservation. Jackson had been threatening to tell the hunters and the entire world if he didn’t get what he wanted. The safest thing to do was give Jackson the bite so that at least he would be putting himself in danger too if he exposed werewolves. He forced Jackson to have to keep the secret for himself because he knew Jackson wouldn’t do it for anyone else. (And he knew Jackson had some self-preservation, compared to Scott, and wouldn’t want to expose himself.)

Listen, I just. I just get so sad watching Derek sneaking into people’s rooms and standing on the edge of the field and showing up in the locker rooms. He’s trying to help. He’s trying to protect. He wants to be there in case Scott does something stupid (which he does, again and Again) to protect him, even after Scott REFUSED to help him stop a SERIAL KILLER because there wasn’t anything in it for him. Even after Scott fucking blackmails him by leaving him hanging on a grate with wires plugged into his side and his abuser on their way back to hurt him, he still helps him protect Allison (who watched him be tortured and did nothing. [He still has the capacity to acknowledge that it’s not her fault. That she couldn’t save him. He doesn’t blame her for it and he certainly doesn’t want her to die.]) He wants to keep his Betas safe. He stands in the parking lot waiting for them to test Lydia because he doesn’t want them to have to go through with killing her alone (and he only tries to kill her because she DOESN’T pass the test [although I admit it’s a dumb test] and because the kanima is KILLING people. More people have died and I don’t know how the fuck Derek manages to keep standing, let alone having such capacity for empathy and optimism and sarcasm after everything he’s dealt with. He’s constantly being hunted by hunters or humans, or fuck even Scott himself, since every time Scott gets upset he blames Derek for everything (I’m still fucking disgusted that he turned up at Derek’s place and accused him of murdering his own sister.) And STILL he shows up. No matter how many times he’s shoved away and ignored and yelled at. He shows up and he stands on the fringes and he waits for the chance to help.

And what’s creepy about that?

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