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Love or Hate (1) | Jongho

Choi Jongho - ATEEZ

Rating: Suggestive (15+)

Word Count: ~4.3k

Pairing: Jongho x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Pining, Angst? Reader gets cranky, Jealousy

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, almost a slight moment with Wooyoung

Summary: You have developed a strong crush on your best friend over the two years you have known him. One day, all your emotions just boil over.

Part 1; part 2 will be smut u3u

Edit (10/02/24): I combined this part with my second/intermediary chapter "Sweet or Spicy", now this one leads straight into either smut part.

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Part 2: Sweet? or Spicy?

Edit: I did change the banner images so this isn't new or changed otherwise...

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You had been friends with Jongho for a few years. You met both of your Freshman year and now the end of Junior year was approaching. It was at some kind of Freshman event that all the clubs and school organizations were at to try and recruit new members. Walking around the rec center gym where a bunch of booths were set up, you were looking at some brochures on an unmanned table when you quite literally ran into him. When you turned to walk elsewhere, you smacked into someone's chest and you yelped, pulling back quickly, your hand over your mouth. Since you were pretty short, even though he wasn’t super tall for a guy, he was bigger than you. Also, not just from literally faceplanting into him, you could tell he was strong. His pants were extremely tight and so was the long-sleeve button up he had on.

"Woah!" He steadied you by placing his hands on your shoulders and even his hands felt ridiculously strong.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologized again, not normally very clumsy. At first you wondered why he had been so close to you, but the place was quickly growing packed and there wasn’t too much room to move around. The event was supposed to be outside with more room, but it was pouring so they had to set up inside. Due to the amount of people, if you backed up too far you would be sitting on the table, so you were forced to stay close to him. What drew your attention most was that he was in a dress shirt and pants with a vest. It was like…hot as balls out even with the rain. Why was he so covered up?

Someone excused themselves behind him and he was forced even closer to move out of the way, and his hand had still not moved from your shoulder.

"A-are you wanting to look at this?" You pointed behind you, shuffling to the side so he could look at the brochures. There was a map of campus laid out on the table as well, both things explaining all of the different places and things you could do. He smiled and moved up to where you had been and so you grabbed a pamphlet and went to move on, but he called out to you.

"Do you work in the weight room?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. Why?"

"I saw you there yesterday. Is there a time where it’s less busy?" He had picked up a flyer and walked over to you and once again someone brushed by him, and you found him even closer to you again.

"Um, the early morning. We open at like six, there aren’t too many people then." Most people did not like hearing that. You went to bed and woke up early so you didn’t mind working then. It actually paid more than in the evening because most people don’t want to work that early.

"Great, thanks…"

"(Y/N)." you told him, holding out your hand for him to shake and he returned it.

"Jongho."

After that he would come by the weight room when you were working and since it was slow that was also when you worked out. You weren’t great with cardio since you had asthma as a kid and so you just lifted. It made you laugh when he came in because he always wore long pants and long sleeves, whereas you would be in a sports bra and capris leggings. Eventually you began hanging out outside of the weight room and you joined his group of friends. They were…a lot. Most of the time, Jongho and you would sit off to the side and watch as Seonghwa tried to calm the chaos. One night you were hit really hard by the fact that you had gotten a crush on the youngest of the group. It was Sophomore year, and you were all hanging out in a small grassy courtyard behind the Liberal Arts building. It was nearing the end of the school year, and it was early spring, only a sweatshirt was needed even as the moon rose. Some of the boys were running around like children while you sat on a picnic blanket with Jongho, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. You were putting together some small Lego sets with the eldest when you heard a shrill cry of your name.

"(Y/N) help me!" Wooyoung screamed and you sighed but didn’t turn to look at him.

"Whatever it is, you deserve it!" You called back and he screamed again. Finally, you turned to see what was happening and he was being held captive by San as Mingi and Yunho bit his arm. Not having any idea how it had come to this you deadpanned at the scene and sighed. Getting up, you shot Hongjoong a look and he looked up from where he was writing notes of a new song, his guitar on his lap.

"Aren’t you dad? Seonghwa's mom? When did I turn into mom?"

"When Jongho became dad." Hongjoong told you and glared at him. He wasn’t wrong. Jongho was the scariest and if Wooyoung or San were being annoying he would just pick them up or squeeze their hand real hard. He could even throw a Mingi over his shoulder if need be.

"Why am I mom?" You looked quickly at Jongho who was leaning against the tree, his eyes closed, earbuds in. Seonghwa snorted and you glared at him then.

"Please." He scoffed and you flinched.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You questioned and the eldest shot Hongjoong a look himself and they had a silent conversation.

"Whatever-"

"(Y/N)!!!!!" Wooyoung screamed again and you knew you would have to do something before you all got in trouble. Groaning, you jogged over to them, prying San's arms off of Wooyoung while flicking Yunho and Mingi hard on the forehead. They yelped dramatically and fell back, holding their heads. San lunged to grab Wooyoung again and the younger one hid behind you, using you as a shield.

"Uh, guys-" Yeosang, who was standing nearby trying to watch, but not get involved, called out.

"Jung Wooyoung!" you scolded as he squatted behind you, holding your legs, pressing his cheek to your butt. His hand was wrapped around your thigh and your face felt warm having him hold you like that.

"Wooyoung-" Yeosang was ignored again and suddenly the other three looked at something behind you in fear.

"What?" You tried to turn and look too but there was a person attached to you.

"Oh my gosh, let go!" When you reached to pry his arms off of you, he just held on tighter, his other hand landing on your inner thigh.

"Ah!" he screamed out of nowhere and he was off of you. You stumbled at the force of what yanked him off and teetered before getting your balance.

"What the-" You finally turned and saw Jongho had pinned Wooyoung down on the ground and was holding his arms behind his back. He wasn’t doing it hard enough to hurt him, but he was restricting him from moving.

"Ow, ow, ow!" He yiped and seeing the display of strength, and the fact that he was doing it to rescue you, made your heart thud against your rib cage. That must have been what Yeosang was trying to warn of and why the other three got startled. The fabric of Jongho's sweatshirt spread tightly over his back as he wrangled the older boy, his jeans hugging his butt and thighs perfectly, and it hit you. Throwing your hand over your mouth, everything that everyone had been seeing but you suddenly sprung to mind. Whenever you needed help with anything, Jongho was there. If you ever were upset or even excited, you went to Jongho first. He bought you your favorite snacks when you met up and you always sat next to him. When you were sick, he would go to your dorm room and take care of you. If it was cold, you would let him huddle up to you for warmth. Also, you were made aware of the way you would ogle him all the time. Not only was he handsome and had the voice of an angel, he was thick in the best kind of way and everything he wore was always tight. Even though he barely even showed his forearms, to you he was extremely attractive in every way.

"I think she figured it out." Seonghwa chuckled quietly to Hongjoong.

"About time."

For almost a whole year you had been crushing on Jongho, but you hadn’t the courage to do anything about it. You were scared that if he didn’t like you back in that way, it would ruin your friendship. So, you just held it inside and your crush grew and grew. Afraid to admit it, even in your own thoughts, you were falling in love with him even though you weren’t even dating. There had definitely been times when he would flirt with you, and you would give it back. But who knew if it meant anything past just being playful. One night when you were all at your apartment, eating, drinking, and playing video games, you had a bit too much to drink. You tended to get emotional and cry easily when you were drunk, and you could feel tears pricking your eyes with no prompting. Not wanting the boys to see you like that and make fun of you, you shuffled back into your room, mumbling about going to the bathroom. Instead, you just sat on your bed, sniffling.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Wooyoung knocked on the door, peaking in and pushing it the rest of the way open.

"M'fine." you mumbled, and he fully entered, kneeling in front of you.

"What's wrong, why are you crying?" His hands cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"Dunno."

"You don’t know?"

"Mhmh." He cooed at your cute tipsy state and his hand moved from your cheek to your jaw. He couldn’t help himself anymore, you were way too cute. He leaned forward, his nose bumping yours and you sobered up quick. You quickly held your hand up, placing it between you two and he blinked in surprise.

"S-sorry, Wooyoung, you, uh-"

"I'm not Jongho?" The older boy sighed, and you gaped.

"I might be a dumbass, but I'm not an idiot, (Y/N)."

"M'sorry." you muttered, and he shook his head with a small smile.

"Not surprised. Though, I think you should tell him. I don’t like you coming in here to cry about it." He stood up and held his hand out to help you get up from where you were sitting on your bed. Giving him a shy smile, you let him help you up and you both went back out to the crazies.

"Where'd Jongho go?" you asked, and Yunho waved toward the door to the balcony. The door was propped open with a wedge, and you went to join him out there. Better than later, especially with some liquid courage in your system. For some reason though, when you reached for the handle, you halted. Fear gripped you and with a sigh, you took a step back and went back to sit on the couch. Wooyoung shot you a look from where he sat on the floor, and you shook your head. When Mingi asked if you wanted another drink you denied and sat watching them play games. Maybe another time…

Looking at the time on your phone, you huffed from where you stood. You were waiting outside of Jongho's classroom, ready to be done for the day. He was going back to your apartment with you because you needed help putting together your new desk. While you could manage physically, you were really bad at reading directions, and he offered to help after you started to complain about it. There were still some kids leaving the classroom since they had to gather the materials they needed for some presentation project. When what seemed like the last kid had left, he still hadn’t come out. The teacher had even left already, so you got up from the bench and went far enough into the room that you could look around the corner at the end of the entryway. He was still in there, two girls sitting at the table with him. Must have been in his group. For some reason, seeing them there so close to him made you really mad. Maybe it was because they were making you wait longer for him, but it was more how close they were sitting to him. It was not necessary, and they laughed at something he said a little too hard. He was funny, sure, but that was too much to make sense. When the brunette to his left rested her hand on his arm you saw red. Looking at the drink you had gotten him, you sneered and stormed into the room, clenching the cup tight. You had waited ten minutes between standing in line and getting the beverage for him, then you had to wait while he was flirting around! They didn’t notice you until you sidled up to the table and slammed the drink in front of him, the ice rattling in the liquid.

"I'm going home." you snapped and turned aggressively, storming back out. You knew you were getting a little too mad. He was your best friend, sure, but you two weren’t even going out, but you just got so upset. Why didn’t you have the courage to flirt with him like that? Why didn’t you have the courage to confess to him?

"(Y/N)!" he shouted behind you as you stomped down the hall toward the entrance. You heard one of the girls call something out as well, but you couldn’t hear it as you shoved hard against the push handle of the door, throwing it open. The cool late spring air smelled like rain, the wet pavement evidence there was a short downfall while you were waiting for him.

"(Y/N)!" he called you again, much closer now. Damn your tiny legs.

"Wait!" Jongho was right behind you, and you just kept going.

"Hey!" He sounded mad, his hand grabbing your wrist so he could haul you to turn around and face him. He was taken aback by your red cheeks and eyes and the fire in your gaze. His grip wasn’t tight but even being stronger than the average college girl, there was no point in even trying to fight him. His face hardened and he pulled you closer to him, his nose almost touching yours.

"Why are you so mad?" he snapped, and tears flowed down your cheeks like when a pot boiled over. The burner heating your anger shut off and you just started to sob.

"H-hey." His anger dissipated immediately as well, and he used his hold on your wrist to pull you into him, hugging you. You balled your fists up against chest, trying to push him off to no avail. You weren’t fighting that hard anyway.

"Let go." You cried pitifully and he knew you didn’t mean it.

"What's wrong?" He pulled back just enough so he could look at your blotchy face. Avoiding looking at his face, one of his hands came softly to your chin so he could move your head, making you look at him.

"I hate you." You mumbled and he almost didn’t catch it, but your tone was insincere.

"Uh-huh." He scoffed. You said that a lot when you were pouty. You hated things quite easily when you didn’t mean it.

"I hate your stupid handsome face. I hate your stupid pretty voice. I hate your stupid deliciously tight pants. I hate your stupid gorgeous hands-" You were rambling, and he stared at you in shock. Sure, you were saying you hated him in multiple aspects, but they were more or less compliments. They ultimately were also confessions, each one.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), hey, slow down." You had told him you hated how sweet he was to you, how sexy his strength was, that he smelled good. In his head he turned each 'hate' to 'love', and he translated your rant. I love that you are so hot when you’re scary. I love that you're so effortlessly powerful. I love that you look good in literally anything. I love that you know me so well. I love, hate, love, hate…When you kept going, he chuckled, releasing you from his hold, but moving both hands to cup your jaw. He cut your rant off with his lips on yours, swallowing your next words. You squeaked in shock as the kiss turned from a sweet 'shut up' into something extremely heated. You sighed out a moan, your eyes slipping closed, and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. One of Jongho's hands moved to the back of your head, tilting it, and pulling you closer. The other found your waist and you pressed closer to him, his hard body unrelenting against your much softer one. Your head swam and it's like his breath was fanning the flame building in your belly. When he finally, reluctantly, pulled away, you were both breathing hard.

"You still need help building that desk?" Both his hands were on your waist, his thumbs rubbed your stomach over your sweatshirt. Yeah, then you can bend me over it…

"Y-yeah." The reality of the situation hit you, and he pulled back, linking his hand with yours.

"Come on." As you two walked off campus and toward your place, you let him lead you, lost in your head. Your fingers were constantly brushing over your lips, not sure if you were more shocked by the kiss or the things you said leading up to it.

"So, I'm stupidly handsome?" He started and you groaned.

"Oh, god."

"My voice is pretty?"

"J-Jongho-"

"My pants are deliciously tight?"

"Please stop-"

"Gorgeous hands?"

"…"

"I'm sweet? Sexy? Smell good?"

"Uh…"

"Hot when I'm scary? Powerful? Look good in literally anything? What was that last one?"

"…that you know me so well…" He stopped right in front of your building, and turned to look at you, your hand still in his.

"Obviously not as well as I should."

"What?"

"If I knew you so well, I should have realized you liked me back."

"Well, I tried- wait, like you back?"

"Yes, silly girl." He smirked and held up your linked hands in front of your face.

"I love that you so readily hold my hand. I love how cute you are, especially when you're mad. I love hearing you laugh. I love how big my sweatshirts look on you. I love how you can split an apple in half like how I taught you. I love that you always spoil me by cooking for me. I love watching your cute little ass in your little shorts when you're at home. I love that you use the perfume that matches my cologne. I love how passionate you get about things you like. I love how you can problem solve anything. I love that you are so small but so strong. I love that you're always by my side." He listed off and you were crying again. You sniffed happily and he pulled you into another hug, you dug your fingers into the leather of his jacket.

"I hate you." You mumbled into his chest, and he laughed.

"I love you too."

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Jongho and you got up to your apartment and you shuffled inside awkwardly, even though it was your home. He let his bag rest by the door; he took his shoes off as you went to the bedroom to put your own stuff down. Closing the door, you heaved a heavy exhale and while you wanted to sit in the middle of the floor and have an existential crisis, you wanted more to go spend time with Jongho. So much happened suddenly with you both confessing, and you felt somewhat hungover. You changed out of your jeans and when you grabbed a pair of sweatpants, you thought about what he said earlier. Instead, you grabbed a pair of shorts, donned those, and went to your closet. Switching out the sweatshirt you were currently in for one of his he had there, you looked in the mirror that was built into the door of your closet. I love how big my sweatshirts look on you. I love watching your cute little ass in your little shorts when you're at home. Your face visibly flushed, and you stepped away from the mirror, patting your cheeks as you went back out to the living room. You halted when you saw him on the couch. It seemed he had been wearing a t-shirt under his leather jacket, a short sleeved one. While you had seen his forearms before, it was rare and so you practically ogled the little bit of skin. He was relaxed back on the couch, sitting there like he owned it, the room, and your apartment. Like usual. His pants were, as you stated earlier, deliciously tight. You wanted to sit yourself on his lap and ride his strong thigh till you came all over it. Shaking your head to clear it, you shuffled closer and felt very shy for some reason. Not only was the sweatshirt big on you and you were in shorts, but the hem of the top also went past your shorts, making it look like you had no pants on. He gave you a warm smile and you shot him a shy one in return.

"You want to build that desk?"

"Not really." You admitted and his smile grew then turned into a smirk.

"Come here, pretty." He held his arm open, and you shuffled over to him. When you went to sit down next to him, he instead pulled you down onto him. Jongho rested back against the couch, settling you sideways over his lap. Resting your head on his shoulder, you two sat there quietly, just reveling in the contact.

"Jongho?"

"Yes?" His arm wrapped around your back, hand on your hip to hold you in place and you fiddled with the strings of his hoodie you had on. When you didn't say anything, he bounced his leg, the force making you bounce as well. This movement readjusted you, so you were facing him more. He was so handsome and the fire behind his eyes warmed through you.

"C-can you kiss me again?" You whispered softly and he chuckled. You 'eep'-ed as he shifted you further, causing you to straddle him. Wanting nothing more than to rub your covered pussy over his thigh, you held back. He kept going though, turning so his back was to the armrest and this gave you the room to kneel between his legs. His leg was bent at your side between you and the back cushion, his other foot planted on the floor. He was so confident, and it was so freaking hot. Leaning forward somewhat shyly, your hands rested on his chest and ended up bumping his leg against your back, pressing you into him. You were surrounded by Jongho, his scent, his warmth, his strength. His lips met yours again and you sighed in delight, his hands came to hold yours on his chest. This kiss was less hungry, and he let you take the lead more as you leaned against him. Pulling back, you kissed his cheek, and this made him huff out a laugh. You shifted and kissed the other side of his face above his jaw and then laid one on his neck.

"(Y/N)." He sighed your name out and he leaned back more, letting you lay on him more. Splaying your hands over his chest you groaned at the muscle you felt under there. He was just delicious. Your head swam with the thought of what he looked and felt like under that black t-shirt. Laying another kiss near his chin you moved back to his lips, and he smiled. Propping yourself up on your knees more, you hovered over him, tilting your head down and deepening the kiss. His powerful arms wrapped around you and held you closer. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and he helped you to straddle him again. When you sat down fully you felt the impressive bulge in his pants.

"Fuck." You gasped and he looked at you smugly.

"Is this moving too fast for you?" He asked and you looked at him, shaking your head.

"Dear lord, no. Do you know how long I've wanted this?"

"Hm, no. Tell me." He was growing cockier by the second and you were more than willing to stroke his ego.

"Remember almost a year ago when Wooyoung wrapped around my legs, and you hauled him off and put him in his place?"

"That long huh?" His hands moved from the small of your back to your ass, pulling you close to grind up into you.

"Fuck." You swore again. Luckily, he was in jeans, or he could feel you most likely leaking through not only your panties but your shorts as well.

"I've wanted you since you fell asleep on my shoulder when we watched Black Widow in your dorm."

"T-that long? We had only known each other for a few months."

"I know."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Well…honestly, then I just wanted to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress." He admitted and your core clenched.

"Now, I love you, and I'm not sure if I want to make love to you or rail you into next week." Jongho buried his face into your neck, beginning to lay soft kisses there and your heartrate spiked. What did you want? Well…both, but what sounded better right then?

"Oh, uh…I don't know which one…" He pulled you down to grind on his hard-on again.

"Whichever one I'm fine with. But choose soon, I can't hold back any longer." You felt his lips move over your thudding pulse point.

"Okay…"

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'Make love to me.' (Sweet)

'Rail me.' (Spicy)

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Moon and appearance, pt. 3:

Gemini Risings— Aries to Virgo Moon

Moon+Appearance, Pt. 1: Cancer Risings—Aries to Virgo Moon

Moon+Appearance, Pt. 2: Cancer Risings—Libra to Pisces Moon

Moon+Appearance, Pt. 4– Gemini Risings: Libra to Pisces Moon

Moon+Appearance, Pt. 5– Virgo Risings—Aries to Virgo

🚨 I am a traditional astrology student and not a certified astrologer. This is for entertainment and my learning purposes only. Please do not copy or plagiarize my work. I’ve been procrastinating for years to get this out of my head, throw me a bone here. 🍖

Gemini Rising/Virgo Moon:

Clockwise⏰: Michelle Pfeiffer, Amy Adams, Jane Birkin, Gina Lollobrigida

✨🪩have you guys seen how shiny and beautiful Mercury is? These folks have their first house and moon ruled by Mercury, hence their gorgeous sparkly eyes

👄 they have full and nicely defined lips, definitely fuller on the bottom

😼 sort of have a mischievous smile. Not that they’re necessarily up to something but also not that they aren’t either… 🤔

🔥Gina’s chart ruler mercury is in Leo with Venus and mars, giving her a stellium and these are good planets to have there! I admire fire beauty so much bc I completely lack fire/air in my chart

🐈She totally looks like a cat ready to prey in the calmest, most graceful way

🚒Jane’s chart ruler mercury is in Sagittarius along with sun and mars! Another fire stellium!

🧯You guys, Amy Adams’ chart ruler mercury is also in Leo conjunct sun and Venus! A third fire stellium!

🧚Michelle’s chart ruler is in Aries but no fire stellium. Funny how she’s the only one without a lot of red in her hair though.

👃🏻Sort of narrow bridges making for the appearance of a wider nostril due to the thin, pointed tips to sort of give the intricate shape that resembles the Virgo symbol ♍️ (And yes I said it first with Scorpio moon.) Def not wide noses by any means, structured and strict noses

🧼Overall very clean and polished look

🤨 eyebrows sort of start lower/just slightly thicker at the inner eye and then rise upwards as they fall back down as they slightly thin at the end

🍎Higher cheekbones

Gemini Rising/Leo Moon

Clockwise⏰: Jessie J, Kate Mulgrew, Katey Sagal, Mandy Moore

🪩Luminary-ruled moons always have that sort of shine to them, matte vibes

🦁Shiny locks too

🔮Jessie has her chart ruler in Pisces and her Venus/Jupiter are in her 12th house of Taurus// she has that real ethereal look to her

🧯Kate has her chart ruler in Taurus conjunct the sun in her 12th house, she also has mars conjunct her ascendant

🌎Kateys chart ruler is in Aquarius conjunct her sun/venus in Cap are within 5 degrees

🌸Mandy’s chart ruler is in Taurus in her 12th house too, with the sun only 15 degrees away in Aries

🌻Interesting how 12th house placements are present with the chart ruler and/or associated with the sun here//seemed to be a pattern and it sort of echoes Leo moon qualities

🪞I feel like because of this 12th house influence, they each have quite different looks to them. Even though the moons are fixed, the rising is mutable so I believe this is another reason why

🤨Eyebrows are more straight across and less arched than Virgo moons

🪞Lower, fuller cheekbones leading to an almost dimple or maybe more of the “cut” cheekbone effect when they smile

🌗 having their moon ruled by the daytime luminary sort of seems to light them up mostly in middle of the forehead and right under the eyes— where the sun might naturally light up their face—it’s like perfectly built in highlighter

Gemini Rising/Cancer Moon

Clockwise⏰: Drew Barrymore, Irene Cara, Mindy Kaling, Kathryn Grayson

🌕Thier whole face is lit up with their moons ruled by the nighttime luminary

👧Their faces are so kind, I feel like kids definitely love them immediately

🌼Very full cheekbones; they really sort of take up the face— it’s the first thing you notice about them— are those luminous, luscious cheeks

👁️They seem to have these large almond eyes//gorgeous and could get lost in them 🌪️

🏴‍☠️but their eyes have got this surprisingly dark, inviting vibe. Not in a bad way, like they do exude warmth and a nurturing nature but also there’s this underlying darkness, kind of like the Moon card

👄REALLY nice lips, wow ; the thickness is perfectly even throughout//they’re very nice looking

🤨Eyebrows very similar to Leo moon but maybe a smidge thicker 👀

🎥I went extra with these and watched interviews bc I felt bad so little was written and have noticed cancer always gets the least written about them/has the least time when watching a 12-sign videos? istg lol and as a fellow cancer rising, I didn’t wanna do yall like that

💐I was looking for an interview with Mindy and found one with her and Drew— watching these two was so adorable bc they’re both so sweet and polite and thoughtful!

📸 Irene was super sweet and innocent in her interview too, it’s almost as if they don’t even want to be in the spotlight but the spotlight loves them

🕶️Idkkk cancer moons are sort of like Scorpio moons in that they’re mysterious and harder to read!

Gemini Rising/Gemini Moon

Clockwise⏰: Julianne Moore, Alaina Reed Hall, Jalena Jancović, Reba McEntire

🧩They’re so, like, unique each one of them in their looks. (I mean, everyone is obviously but like more discernible patterns are apparent in the others). I’ve put this one off for like a week bc I just… can’t come up with anything that fits all of them??!

🌝They do all have this sort of “melded” look within each of them, like everything sort of goes together “they mesh together well” as Cher might say (Clueless, 1999🚘) as in all their features really just “go” together, but each one is so unique! Like good luck trying to guess this combo on next week’s “guess my rising sign” (joke, lol)

🌑Each one has Moon in the first with this placement though— this is different than having a luminary ruling your moon though. It’s not as noticeable, it’s like a diluted version?? Idk these are just like 4 examples. Like the luminary ruled moons would be a full moon whereas moon in the 1st might be like a new moon.

🟠Probably more oval faces with slightly more prominent chins, slightly longer but still a sort of square rounded shape to them

🍒Prominent cheekbones too but in a very understated way//like I said before, everything seems to blend with them

😊Their smiles seem very genuine. I believe them. You can see each one has a certain level of smile they’re willing to give and it feels genuine

🦒Long and elegant necks

Gemini Rising/Taurus Moon

Clockwise⏰: Lindsay Lohan, Greta Garbo, Jennifer Landon, Christine Keeler

🧴Their skin is perfect; cancer moon sort of has like an internal light/glow and Leo moon with the outward glow/light to them whereas these folks have that **sparkling**but matte factor thanks to Ascendant being ruled by mercury AND Venus ruling body— have you seen the planet Mercury?! It’s gorgeous, arguably the most beautiful planet IMO

👀I keep being drawn to Greta Garbo’s eyes; they’re captivating. And it’s no surprise as she has Jupiter conjunct her ascendant (1 degree) with Pluto co-present in the first and Mars opposing from the seventh y’all. Mercury is squaring her Ascendant too, within 2 degrees and it has reception as Mercury rules Gemini. Sun is co-present with Mercury in the 4th as well. That’s a lot of energy via the planets hitting a major point and house in her chart. Jupiter has reception with Mars in Sag too. Her MC is ruled by Saturn, which is opposing her NN in Leo within 1 degree. She has been considered one of greatest female stars of classic Hollywood cinema. Cap is classy, Leo with NN is kind of meant to be a celebrity/king having massive success in a very public way— being remembered after death and this title was given nearly ten years after she passed.

👄 their lips are so nicely shaped— they’re not too big and they’re not too thin— they’re perfect. And those smiles— idk it’s like yeah they might not be genuine? but they look good 😆 The not smiling ones feel more believable/authentic? Idk I see the slight crease as they smile with their eyes but I don’t believe them?? Okokok I do believe them— maybe they’re just guarded and don’t like to give too much away, don’t want to appear too eager maybe

🔪But also **those cheekbones** when they smile— they just seem sharper than the others (except for Katey Sagal) and they have nice smaller/shorter chins, almost like a rounded square, possibly like a square face shape?

👃🏻visible nostrils noses with very defined bridges that extend all the way down to the tip— the bridge is just very prominent— giving them structured and “slim” noses

🌝 this placement means Moon is in the 12th, hence why you might find yourself lingering more on them? Def have that mysterious and ethereal vibe but 100% socially smart and competent (but likely smart in all areas but esp socially) moon is exalted in Taurus after all and everyone just seems to love them, they make others comfortable but aren’t pushovers

Gemini Rising/Aries Moon

Clockwise⏰: Elizabeth Sellers, Carolina Crescentini, Kamala Harris, Pamela Anderson

🚨**I am not a political person and none of these are in any way meant to be political—slim pickings with this combo mk**

👀 ok, first of all, the eyes stick out on all of them—fierce, except I feel like Kamala was trained/advised to somehow tone down that fierceness via her eyes, as to not appear threatening. It’s still there, just like caged/restrained?

🗿Also interesting that most of them are not teeth smiling either, except her

🤸🏻‍♂️Their eyebrows are all on the thinner side but longer; they fit their face really well

🧯Why are fire moon women so seductive looking though? Except Kamala of course, idk guys this is clearly like literally an “on the campaign trail” photo. She can’t be seductive or have fierce eyes but there’s still this “socially acceptable” fierceness about her. I’m not saying she’s unattractive-she’s gorgeous-just prob had to tone that seductiveness down being in politics

👄 Def have a fuller bottom lip

👃🏻Noses seem to have like a “hook” at the tip— with quite narrow bridges— this is a unique and beautiful nose that fits the rest of their features very well

🍑Quite prominent cheekbones, even when not fully smiling with their teeth, sit sort of like “middle” on the face

🟨Alright I’m sick of saying this, lol, it must be a Gemini rising thing to have that “square rounded” chin

🟥Something with Gemini risings and always sort of looking mischievous too

🟦 80% of these women are wearing earrings//possibly a Gemini/mercurial thing. Could just be like these are fancy photos and if their ears were being shown, they wanted an ornament on them too

Attraction Hypotenuse

Cancer Risings Enemies, Pt. 1

Cancer Risings Enemies, Pt. 2

Celestial Screenshots Destined for Fame, Pt. 2–Elizabeth Taylor

Celestial Screenshots Destined for Fame, Pt. 6–Norman Rockwell

Celestial Screenshots Destined for Fame, Pt. 11–Chris Farley

Gordon Ramsay, Pt. 1

Gordon Ramsay, Pt. 2

Gordon Ramsay, Pt. 3

Lilith-Moon+Mars

Mary Louise Parker

Men’s Venus + Women’s Moon/Virgo stellium fboys

Moon square Lilith

Rising Sign Guess—Amber Heard, Pt. 1

Rising Sign Guess—Amber Heard, Pt. 2

Rising Sign Guess— Anna Gunn

Solar return 2nd house transits

Sun square Lilith

Tarot: Pick A Bird

Tarot: Pick A Troll

#moon and appearance #astrology and appearance #gemini rising #Gemini rising Aries moon #Gemini rising Taurus moon #Gemini rising Gemini moon #Gemini rising cancer moon #Gemini rising Leo moon #Gemini rising Virgo moon #Aries moon #Taurus moon #Gemini moon #astro observations #astro community

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ok guys i went to bed at like 10 last night but i woke up 5:30 ish (jet lag) so i thought id tell u this bitchin dream i just had cause i dont wanna forget it lol

so i was skiing with the pines twins from gravity falls. we were at this ski resort to keep an eye on lil gideon, make sure he didnt do anything evil u know? but then we lost him on the slopes so i climbed up the highest one and saw him jogging through the forest giggling. he was very recogniazble bc of his blue suit. for some reason i did not follow him yet and then he got to this incredibly steep steep slope, like almost straight vert and like 100 feet tall. he continues giggling before basically parkouring his way up by spinning in a circle up the slope. like doing backflips not rolling just to clarify. anyways by then i was running towards him, convinced he was up to evilness but then i ran into this guys snow office. it was like a normal office but it was in the forest. there were no walls just a coat hanger, a desk and a chair. there was some paper so i drew smth (i dont remeber what) on it. someone had already drawn 2 ppl hugging. i turned around to follow gideon and then there was this rly sad depressed looking 40 smth year old man in the office. he sighed rly depressed like and said 'people always do that'. then he gave me a trench coat and i pointed out the atache case leaning against the coat rack. somehow i knew there were important papers in there. then as i was turning towards the slope to get the giggling gideon, a rly buff person in a tank top (on the ski slopes???) grabbed the attache case and ran away. i was like oh no so i started running after them (i thought it was a dude btw) and my trench coat was looking rly cool in the shadow in front of me as i ran after this super buff dude. i crossed this like 12 lane street and the old dude caught up to me, panting heavily and said "wait stop shes (the buff person) trying to be a lesbian". somehow this made perfect sense so i was like ohhh she didnt steal the case. and then i saw lil gideon do the same backflip parkour down the steep slope and then i woke up.

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ryuichirou · 11 months ago

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Replies

Replies! About the LiliMal comic + a lot of other stuff.

Anonymous asked:

Waittttt may I ask whose butts are featured in your latest LiliMal comic because there's a certain cake standing out from the rest~

Ahhh I’m sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t have anyone specific in mind when I drew this sufhsui BUT. I’m pretty sure Lilia does this to everyone (well other than Malleus), at least playfully (some of his slaps are not as neutral in nature 👀 )…

But damn you’re right, that cake is huge. I can’t think of anyone this big other than Jack but there’s no tail :( HmmMMMmmm

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Lilia hitting Malleus' butt literally awoke a fever of fanfic writing, so thanks for that boo!

Also, I feel like Lilia would try to find out all who thought touching Malleus was a smart idea and probably kill them either from jealousy, loyalty, or straight him being possessive and does it cause "He was mine. He will always be mine"

You’re welcome! I hope Malleus gets buttslapped more often… he deserves it lol

Lilia’s case is interesting, because on the one hand, he does want Malleus to have more connections, relationships, all this stuff, but he really is more possessive than even he himself realises, not to mention super protective. So I can picture him going after people with an excuse of them overstepping, but in actuality because he’s way too used to thinking that he is the only one who is allowed to treat Malleus this way.

Anonymous asked:

AAAAAAHHH DID MY 2 ASKS ABOUT JADE GET EATEN????

Nope! I’m just very slow + I have been busy lately, so I had to prioritize asks with shorter replies… but you’ll get your replies too, Anon! Here is one, but the other one will have to wait, since it’s a hc ask, and it’s more time consuming for me to wrote them…

Anonymous asked:

thoughts on the popular theory Jade ate his siblings? do you think any other Leeches existed, or if they did, if he had anything to do with their death?

So about this! We actually talked about it about a year ago here and there, and even though we mentioned it briefly, we still like this theory a lot. Katsu and I pretty much consider it canon lol Of course while keeping in mind that it was only implied and the circumstances around their siblings’ death might have been different yada yada you know what I mean.

So yeah, other Leeches absolutely existed, Jade and Floyd are the only ones who survived and it only happened because they joined forces. And we all know that Jade and Floyd both are quite hungry, so the scenario in which they hunted every single sibling down and ate them to grow stronger just feels correct, horribly morbid and super fun at the same time.

I don’t know, it’s just a very amusing thing to think about when you look at them doing regular college boy things. Especially Jade, since he likes acting all polite and proper. He’s out there doing his vice-housewarden things, talking to his classmates, managing finances for the Halloween event, and you look at him and think “this guy munched down his siblings when he was little” lol

It’s almost like they’re from a completely different and a much more cruel world…

Anonymous asked:

You've probably been asked before but, have vil and Ortho ever made a sex tape? If so who initiated and if not what made them think against it/do you think Ortho ever secretly filmed sessions for himself?

I don’t think Vil would want to have a sex tape even if it’s for a personal use; he’s probably heard so many stories about leaks and ruined reputations. He grew up surrounded by paparazzi and all kinds of nosy vultures, so he is very careful and secretive (and a bit paranoid) about his private live. So he probably treats every time he has sex as “once in a lifetime performance for his lover only”.

Which is ironic because Ortho really loves recording everything he sees and does. He loves rewatching, revisiting and analyzing (and doing other stuff if it’s sex tape we’re talking about hehe), so he’ll absolutely ask Vil to record everything or at least take some pictures or audio recordings, and he’ll be bummed out when Vil refuses. Vil is usually very doting and he allows him to do so many things, but this is something he is stubbornly against.

But if Vil doesn’t know about it, there is no harm, right? Ortho knows how to put cameras and sound-recording devices in a way he would never notice…

And if it’s the robot!Ortho we’re talking about, he doesn’t even need any extra devices: he records everything directly to his memory.

Anonymous asked:

I think everyone wants to bite Idia’s thighs tbh

Facts. And it’s funny, because Idia doesn’t even have much to bite there…

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Idia is touch-starved? I personally think that but I’m interested to know your thoughts

I think he is starved to the point of not wanting anything anymore, so he’s touch-died-of-hunger-years-ago. So it’s not like he is actively suffering, buuuut if someone was to get physical with him, his body would suddenly remember that being touched by someone actually feels very good, so he’ll get overwhelmed in a good way. He is very sensitive….

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The Stockbroker's Clerk pt 2

Missed this until now because I decided to start knitting and then i didn't stop. Whoops.

Also I've read in a couple of places that Mr Pycroft, our victim, is going around using antisemitic language, so yeah... not great. I am not well-versed in slurs, apparently, or at least old timey ones. And I was rooting for him, too.

Nice little bit of history about tomorrow's bank holiday (wooo! bank holiday month. Three four day weeks this year. I suppose the coronation had to be good for something.)

Then Sherlock Holmes cocked his eye at me, leaning back on the cushions with a pleased and yet critical face, like a connoisseur who has just taken his first sip of a comet vintage.

This is the least relatable simile I have ever read, seeing as I don't like wine and have no idea what a 'comet vintage' is. I was going to look it up, but then decided that my first instinct that it was brewed from alien glowing grapes grown from meteor seeds that fall from the sky is far more fun and I'm just going to be sticking with it. Honestly, it feels like a fun worldbuilding idea. Maybe I should use it.

Not the point. Just... I have no idea what's going on with Holmes' face here.

“Oh, easily enough,” said Hall Pycroft, cheerily. “You are two friends of mine who are in want of a billet, and what could be more natural than that I should bring you both round to the managing director?”

Getting a job interview, as always, is a lot more about who you know, it seems. Although this seems easy even by that standard. At a job you've been at for... a month? I can't remember the exact timeline. But maybe you should leave it a little longer before bringing your friends around for jobs. Unless the managing director has specifically asked if you know anyone (and I'm betting he hasn't).

"Or is it possible that—” He began biting his nails and staring blankly out of the window, and we hardly drew another word from him until we were in New Street.

Don't bite your nails, Holmes. Come on now. Also, I find it hilarious that both Watson and Mr Pycroft might just be staring at him, waiting for him to finish. My Dad trails off like this sometimes and when we prompt him to finish his sentence he stares at us blankly and can't even remember what he started saying.

“It is no use our being at all before our time,” said our client. “He only comes there to see me, apparently, for the place is deserted up to the very hour he names.” “That is suggestive,” remarked Holmes.

Yeah, I might have tried following him by this point. That's very suspicious.

I had never looked upon a face which bore such marks of grief, and of something beyond grief—of a horror such as comes to few men in a lifetime. His brow glistened with perspiration, his cheeks were of the dull, dead white of a fish's belly, and his eyes were wild and staring. He looked at his clerk as though he failed to recognize him, and I could see by the astonishment depicted upon our conductor's face that this was by no means the usual appearance of his employer.

This is ominous. Something has clearly gone terribly wrong. Or maybe it's auspicious because we're pretty sure this is the bad guy who is planning Crimes, so maybe we should be glad that he's all dead fish-ified. Lovely graphic description there. ACD is very good at vivid character descriptions. I don't usually picture things as I read them, and I can almost see this guy. I have very strong vibes of him, anyway.

“One is Mr. Harris, of Bermondsey, and the other is Mr. Price, of this town,” said our clerk, glibly.

Hall Pycroft lies like a fucking pro. No hesitation. No thinking, straight out with the fake names and origins. I get that he's already prepped this on the train journey (or before) but he doesn't even pause. Cool as a cucumber, no shame. Mr Pycroft should be the criminal. Genuinely.

“I have every hope that the company may accommodate you. I will let you know about it as soon as we come to any conclusion. And now I beg that you will go. For God's sake leave me to myself!”

That's actually more polite than I was expecting him to be. But wow, sudden heel turn there at the end. Mr Pinner is having a Bad Day. If you're feeling that sick, maybe you shouldn't have come in, Mr Pinner. Surely you, at your entirely legitimate business, have a secretary or assistant or enterprising urchin you could send with a message. I'm sure it isn't just you at this totally real and non-fraudulent company.

All of your assistants must have the day off, I guess.

“You may wait here a moment; and there is no reason why your friends should not wait with you. I will be entirely at your service in three minutes, if I might trespass upon your patience so far.”

Yeah... he's not coming back. Those are not the words of a man who is coming back. I'm not sure if he's going to make a run for it or throw himself out of the window at this point. Watson was very clear about him looking pretty terrible about things.

“Is he giving us the slip?” “Impossible,” answered Pycroft. [...] “There is no exit?” “None.”

I didn't mean it about him throwing himself out the window... Guys... guys?

Although a window would count as an exit, I suppose. But seriously, is he about to kill himself? Do I need to put a suicide warning tag on this post.

"If ever a man was three parts mad with terror, that man's name is Pinner. What can have put the shivers on him?”

In my 'supernatural is real' alternate universe version of this fic, Banshee.

In the canon universe, I can only assume his accomplice in London has been discovered and he is in immediate and definite danger from someone more dangerous than the police. Maybe he double crossed his partner and his partner found out. Maybe both he and his partner are double crossing a third party who likes to solve problems with direct (violent) action?

His words were interrupted by a sharp rat-tat from the direction of the inner door. “What the deuce is he knocking at his own door for?” cried the clerk. Again and much louder cam the rat-tat-tat.

The horror movie vibes are strong in this one. This is just a classic horror movie scene. I take it back, it wasn't a banshee, it was a monster like the ring girl or something and after you hear the knocking you have three days before it comes out of the shadows and eats your soul and wears your flesh.

Time to grab your weapons.

Then suddenly came a low guggling, gargling sound, and a brisk drumming upon woodwork.

Either Mr Pinner dying of self-administered poison, OR a goo monster is disappearing between the gaps in the floorboards. It's 50/50, really.

Following his example, we threw ourselves upon it with all our weight. One hinge snapped, then the other, and down came the door with a crash. Rushing over it, we found ourselves in the inner room. It was empty.

MORE DOOR SMASHING. YES!

Oh my god he did liquefy and dribble through the floorboards. RIP to the cleaners of the offices on the fourth floor.

But it was only for a moment that we were at fault. At one corner, the corner nearest the room which we had left, there was a second door.

Fake out. Seriously? There's a whole-ass door in there, Mr Pycroft. What do you mean no exits. That's an exit. It's a door. Do you even use your eyes?

Oh...

OK, I really didn't mean that he was going to kill himself. I... yikes. Well. I'm not quoting the description in here because that's graphic and unpleasant. But I do wonder at the logistics of his knees being drawn up...

I stooped over him and examined him. His pulse was feeble and intermittent, but his breathing grew longer, and there was a little shivering of his eyelids, which showed a thin white slit of ball beneath.

Not dead. Phew.

"Just open that window, and hand me the water carafe.” I undid his collar, poured the cold water over his face, and raised and sank his arms until he drew a long, natural breath.

And Watson is doing his medicine thing, which admittedly seems to boil down to 'he's not dead, we must water him like a plant.' Cutting edge Victorian medicine, ladies and gentlemen! The raising and lowering of his arms, I imagine must have something to do with his blood flow. I don't know if that does any good, though. I doubt it, because I've never seen or heard of it before, but I am not a trained medical professional, so what do I know? I'm sure Watson absolutely knows what he's doing.

“I suppose we ought to call the police in now,” said he. “And yet I confess that I'd like to give them a complete case when they come.”

I mean, modern day, I'd probably call an ambulance rather than the police at this point, but I guess Watson has done all that can be done. It's up to Mr Pinner to survive, now.

Love how reluctant Holmes sounds, though. Like a child who has been told to share their favourite toy.

“Well, the whole thing hinges upon two points. The first is the making of Pycroft write a declaration by which he entered the service of this preposterous company. Do you not see how very suggestive that is?”

That did seem odd, but I'm not sure how that could be used against him. Unless he's being scapegoated. Or unless they showed it to Mawson's. But that would mean that they weren't impersonating him.

"Don't you see, my young friend, that they were very anxious to obtain a specimen of your handwriting, and had no other way of doing it?”

Okay, so it was for the impersonation? Because all Mawson's had of Mr Pycroft to use for validation was the letter he wrote them, so the impersonator is a professional forger who has just been forging Pycroft's handwriting this whole time? That makes a certain amount of sense.

"But in the interval the rogue had learned to imitate you, and his position was therefore secure, as I presume that nobody in the office had ever set eyes upon you.”

Yep yep. Feeling pretty good right now. I didn't think of the handwriting thing, but I already had the rest of the solution, so that's fine. I can live with that.

“Ah yes, they keep a permanent guard there on account of the value of the securities that they hold. I remember hearing it talked of in the City.”

Ah yes, the massive motive for a potential crime they have, which I am now mentioning in passing and which I'm sure has nothing to do with any of this.

“The paper!” croaked a voice behind us. The man was sitting up, blanched and ghastly, with returning reason in his eyes, and hands which rubbed nervously at the broad red band which still encircled his throat.

OH MOTHERF- I was going to quote that bit about him buying a paper on his way to the office and say that I thought the paper must be important, then I decided against it, and my own innate sense of honesty forbids me to go back and add it in retrospectively now. Bugger it all. I really did read that and think 'The paper must be important' but then backtracked in my own head. Gosh and Darn. I'd forgotten about it.

This is very irritating. Like when you're at a quiz and you say the right answer and then talk yourself into changing it to a different one. BAH!

‘Crime in the City. Murder at Mawson & Williams's. Gigantic attempted Robbery. Capture of the Criminal.’

Oh wow, his partner murdered someone and got caught. I guess that would probably be enough to get Pinner the death penalty too for conspiracy. I'm not sure what crimes were punishable by death at that time.

"For some time back Mawson & Williams, the famous financial house, have been the guardians of securities which amount in the aggregate to a sum of considerably over a million sterling"

Obligatory inflation calculation says a million pounds in 1890 comes out to £103,648,764.51 in modern money. So yeah... that's a pretty big motive.

"This person appears to have been none other that Beddington, the famous forger and cracksman, who, with his brother, had only recently emerged from a five years' spell of penal servitude."

Cracksman, I assume means a safe cracker. I definitely prefer it as a term. And I think it should be noted that Mr Pinner was not lying about having a brother. He was lying about him being his own brother... and literally everything else. But he does have a brother. So that's something, right? 👍👍

"Sergeant Tuson, of the City Police, [...] with the aid of Constable Pollack"

These newspaper articles are always so keen to give us the names of the people involved. This is good for the police officers, but not so good for Mr Hall Pycroft, as now his name is not going to be particularly welcome in the world of stocks and banking.

"His brother, who usually works with him, has not appeared in this job as far as can at present be ascertained, although the police are making energetic inquiries as to his whereabouts."

'Energetic' enquiries. I know they mean that they're actively pursuing leads and putting a lot of effort into hunting him down, but this made me think of them doing star jumps or running on the spot as they knock on doors and ask questions.

"Human nature is a strange mixture, Watson. You see that even a villain and murderer can inspire such affection that his brother turns to suicide when he learns that his neck is forfeited."

So he tried to kill himself because his brother was going to be sentenced for murder?

Am I just a bad sibling, because that 100% does not strike me as a thing a person would even vaguely think of doing? That's like... weirdly obsessive and creepy levels of sibling love. 'I can't live without him'? I know they're criminals and at least one of them is a murderer, but I really think these two need extensive therapy to help them become less co-dependent. That's a toxic family relationship, right there. I don't even know what to make of it.

Once again, Holmes doesn't actually solve the case, not really. I mean, he does, but the main crime has already been thwarted before he gets there. It's so weird how that happens.

No idea what's going to happen to Mr Hall Pycroft now. I doubt he's getting a job at Mawson's after he's played a part in that little crime. And like I said, his name's been in the paper associated with the criminals, so I doubt he's getting a job anywhere else, either. He might have to change his name and possibly also his career path. Sucks to be him, I guess?

#Letters from Watson #The Stockbroker's Clerk #Sherlock Holmes #attempted suicide #long post

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evilyn-is-gay · 7 months ago

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HEY, POOKIE!!

TELL ME ABOUT SALA. RIGHT NOW. (Aggressively bangs on your window)

I know this is an old ask but I deleted the other by accident so I’m using this one.

EXPLAINING MY STUPID CROSSOVER AU THAT IVE BEEN WORKING ON FOR ALMOST HALF OF MY LIFE 😭

First off, CAST

Part one, Cipher kids:

Sala Emma Campbell Cipher (I need to give her a colored ref but rn I don’t have one of those)

Demigirl (she/they/it)

Dream Demon (or ‘Oneiros Afreet’ as LL calls it)

Bisexual (dating Sparrow Ashe Bea)

13 years old (birthday: September 26th)

She’s semi-immortal (can only die of old age or if I die irl) and that’s not typical of Dream Demons

Has a high kill count and an addiction to killing others

She has issues

Bill William Drew Cipher (here is where people get maddd…)

Cis guy

Dream Demon (or ‘Oneiros Afreet’ as LL calls it)

Gay asexual fella

13 years old (birthday: September 26th)

Yes, he’s the Gravity Falls Dorito, I have 2010s baldi ask blogs in my blood

During GF, he was 8 years old and was manipulated by his friends to do weirdmeggedon

Ignore that he doesn’t make sense in the canon of GF I like his character this way

(Ignore the shit art I haven’t really drawn him recently) Discord Oliver Campbell Cipher (yes… the MLP character)

Demiboy

Chaos Demon (called ‘Pandemon’ by LL)

Straight (maybe)

12 years old (June 30th)

Yes I changed his species fuck you 🥰

During MLP, he was stuck as a 7 year old for a while and yknow… that wasn’t great

I gave him autism bc why not

Kate Alice Drewbell

She’s a baby so… cis girl?? What do I say here

‘Human’ probably(?)

Straight (rn at least)

2 years old (August 8th)

Idk what to put here

Yeah uh

Baby 🥰

I would go over everyone else but this has taken way too long

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https://www.tumblr.com/rose-grimm-spirit-does-dumb-shit/715689037962280960?source=share all of them for alton towers/theme parks in general but I'm especially curious to hear 25

Oh fuck I forgot to respond for almost a year. Warning, a lot of the "god I hate the fandom" moments will mostly be directed at the wider community {e.g. this includes the old toxic nemesis fanboy 40 year old men and such}. The tumblr side of theme parks most of the time have semi-good takes. Anyways uh first on the docket 25: I fucking hate how for some god awful reason there's a consistent hate for the Dockyard Trio at thorpe, I'm talking The Walking Dead: The Ride, Ghost Train, and the late Black Mirror Labyrinth. Like come the fuck on man, give them a chance. They're great, especially if the circumstances align, what you want is a live actor tw day, a dead queue bml run {the high guest throughput is unfortunately what made her seem more shit than she is}, and to just let Ghost Train do her thing as her acting squad are honestly a lovely bunch who wanna give you the best they can.

24: I think right now it's who the world record for fastest accelerration on a rollercoaster is, it rightfully belongs to my bbygirl Stealth of course but if you try to talk about this to Americans, especially Six Flags Americans they will be inherently pissed because it's not Max Force.

23: There is none that I've come around to, but then again there is none I'm inherently against either.

22: The fact that the Marmaliser is it's own sentient being, it's creature but not crreature it's creature inn like how humanns are creature.

21: The 2019 Blair witch scaremaze at Fright Nights, because I'm sorry but it was genuinely dogshit. The finale was a shed that you can't see shit in, and there was supposed to be an actor there.

20: Do I need to bring up Blair Witch 2019, again.

19: I'm a Dead Creek Woods lover, and so many people would shit upon me for that take.

18: LYCANS V AMITY, SO MANY OF YOU ARE SLEEPING ON THAT AND BIRTHDAY BASH TO THE POINT THAT IT'S SAD. THEY'RE AMAZING, SHSUT UP.

17: Can we get Saw/Hyperia actually, they seem incredibly enemies to lovers/besties lesbian. That and general interactions between them in general, like Hyp kept cutting Saw's power over the summer I want people to expand upon that.

16: The idea of Th13teen being a child, like c'mon man just because the adverts had a child and the countdown audio iis a child doesn't mean your oc has to be a child too?

Branch out, be adventureous. Maybe your th13teen is a raceway-membeer who went missing.

15: The Smiler being a silly guy, like silly guy is fun and I admit I commiit to osilly guy too. But the thingi is, Smiler is more than that. Yes Marmal is a silly guy but she alsoo has issues and traumas and witnesses some cracked shit in the moj.

14: See above.

13: S E E A B O V E.

12: Everyone from Thorpe Carnival, especially the Junkyarders. Please they're so cool and fun and the actors who play them are legends, we drew mimes and they thought it was fucking amazing.

If they come back next year, please giive them the world.

11: I have none, tho I did learn that there was a point when we considered General Public as a slur fsr?

10: How whenever you look up Thorpe maps, you wilil be guaranteed to see someone's map mockups where it has planet snoopy and shit like that. The existence of them is annoying bc it clogs up search when you're looking for a specific map only to find 20 fan mockups instead.

9: The Asylum, I am so glad we've moved from that but god... Not the mental institution maze...

8: Holds up the Dockyard Trio, again.

7: I don't think there's anyone.

6: Whenever Stealth or Rita are in a straight ship it fucking irks me out of raw "broooo...", tho I think the only exception is RetrowaveRacer's bc that one doesn't bollock the vibes of Rita.

5: I've only been in 2 ddsicords, both were/are lovely. But I have heard so much bollocks about the others :)

4: Conocerningly, a lot of the time it's either pedophiliia, racisim, or ableism.

3: Gonna name drop this one as ironcially it's someone who was blocked because of the above. ANYONE REMEMBER MTCHIKA'S DOGSHIT THORPE TAKES ABOUT INFERNO "NOT DESERVING TO BE A NEMESIS" AND TWD BEING AND I QUOTE "boring ip boring ride".

2: I don't think about it nor do I have an opinioni on it.

1: Fuckin' Nemesis, entirerly because there are people who forget the fact that she's cannonically a woman.

Happy now?

#ask gamme #god this took ages

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uniquejellyfishqueen · 1 month ago

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Follow up to my previous post from 11/20.

The Boston Bruins fired their head coach Jim Montgomery on 11/19 after their 3rd straight loss. (3 again.)

Flash forward to 11/24:

The St. Louis Blues have fired coach Drew Bannister and hired Jim Montgomery as his replacement just five days after the 2022 Jack Adams Award winner was let go by the Boston Bruins.

Blues president and general manager Doug Armstrong announced the stunning change Sunday. He is expected to address reporters on a video call in the afternoon, while Montgomery is joining the team in New York on Monday.

Bannister had been on the job in St. Louis for less than a year since succeeding 2019 Stanley Cup-winning coach Craig Berube and getting the interim tag removed after last season. The Blues have lost 13 of their first 22 games this season.

Montgomery spent two seasons as an assistant on Berube’s staff in St. Louis between coaching Dallas and Boston. The Bruins fired him less than a quarter of the way through the season after they lost 12 of their first 20 games.

So the St. Louis dude lost 13 games and got fired, but then St. Louis gave the job to the guy who was fired from Boston 5 days ago for losing 12 games.

12/13 is TS 35 birthday.. is 19 days from 11/24

5 is 1989… and track 5 is “All You Had To Do Was Stay” which is a 7 word title. 5+7=12.

But the funny thing about 1989 is that there were 2 of them the standard edition and then the deluxe edition which had 19 tracks. Track 19 was the voice memo for Blank Space. With a run time of 2:11…. 11/2 backwards. The second to last line is “Oh my God, everyone’s gonna kill you”….. “I’m sorry the old Taylor can’t come to the phone… oh why? Cause she’s dead.” This was a bold foreshadowing for what was to come in her work, and also a major Easter egg since this was before Reputation came out. There is 1110 days from the release of 1989 to the release of Reputation. (Another damn 3)

The voice memo also said “this is like an early 2000’s Nelly track…” like the track “Over and Over” by Nelly featuring Tim McGraw? This song was released on 9/12/2004. One of the two recording studios was Basement Beats “Don't put me in the basement. When I want the penthouse of your heart”-Bejeweled.

Boston to St Louis

17 hr 15 min (1,192.7 mi) via I-70 E and I-90 E

1+1+9+2=13/7…

7/13 was the #115 show N1 in Milan

Surprise songs on Guitar

Folklore (1) The 1

1989 (14)Wonderland

Surprise songs on Piano.

*****this is the ONLY night of the ET that she did a double red mashup on piano..

Red (7) I Almost Do

Red (17) The Moment I knew

2 days ago on 11/22/24 show #145 she played

Ours and The Last Great American Dynasty on guitar…

“Her salt box house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis.”

In 2013 TS bought the Holiday House that inspired TLGAD

Rhode Island to Boston is 1 hr and 18 minutes (70.1 miles) vis 1-95 N. 42 miles via train.

She played on guitar You’re Losing Me for the second time on 6/14/2024 show #101 mashed up with The Great War.. the following night she played “Carolina” for the 1st and only time on the Errors Tour on 6/15/2024 N3/3 Liverpool show #102. This was played on the guitar mashed up with No Body, No Crime.

-> 5 months and 8 days later (13) on 11/23/24 show #146 she played You’re Losing Me mashed with How Did It End? on piano.

TN tweeted a callback to 4/25/2019:

On April 25, 2019, Taylor Swift surprised fans in Nashville, Tennessee with a series of events, including a surprise appearance at a butterfly mural and the announcement of her new song, "ME!"

Butterfly mural: Swift surprised fans by appearing at a butterfly mural in Nashville's Gulch neighborhood. The mural, created by Denver artist Kelsey Montague, included clues about Swift's upcoming music. Swift took selfies with fans for at least 45 minutes

which is the day before Me! Was released, in that song she says “Hey kid spelling is fun” and in “How Did It End” says “D-Y-I-N-G”

Like there is only one me and I’m dying a slow death….from a slow burn?

4/25/2019-11/23/2024= 66 months and 29 days

6+6=12 9+2=11

12/11 is Evermore’s Birthday it is 15 songs and exactly 1 hour long. 60 minutes…

Taylor appeared on “60 Minutes” on 11/20/2011 in an episode titled “The Pledge”

12 years later…

11/20/2023 N3/3 in Rio is when she performed “Me!” On guitar for the only time on the ET and also on piano “So It Goes” which has only been played this one time.

*does this mean that the Great War started in Liverpool?

146-101 = 45

11/24/24 Kansas City @ Carolina

At Banks of America Stadium, which is on 33 acres. Its opening day was 8/3/1996 (Karlie Kloss’s 4th birthday)

- a stadium TS has never performed at. (A really good trivia question would be what NFL stadiums she hasn’t played at.)

Her last performance in NC was on 10/21/2015… a possible mirror of 12/1 which is 7 days before the last Eras Show. On 10/21 she was joined by Miranda Lambert for a duet of “Little Red Wagon” like she uses a red convertible for the cover art for Red?

“You only love me for my

Big sun glasses

*the sun glasses ornament

And my Tony Lomas

And my Dodge Dart classic

You said, "I'll be Johhny and you be June

And I'll ride with you to the moon"

*a space reference all the way back in 2015.

**TS has a History of 15 shows in North Carolina (3 separate cities) throughout her career. Her last stop there was the 1989 World Tour on 10/21/2015

***on 2/7/2024 Disney+ announced that Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour (Taylor’s Version), which is the concert film in its entirety for the first time and includes the song “cardigan” and four additional acoustic songs, will make its streaming debut on March 15, 2024, exclusively on Disney+.

The Red Tour

February 7, 2014 – Berlin, Germany: "I See Fire" with Ed Sheeran

*10 years before the Disney+ announcement

*or 10 years/ 120 months. Like 12/10? 2 days after the ET ends.

3/15/24-12/13/24= 8 months and 28 days

** She has only had 3 concerts on this date: Connecticut, LA, and Detroit. CLAD - “clothes”… DID YOU TAKE ALL MY CLOTHES TO LEAVE ME HERE NAKED AND ALONE?

8/28/2009 Fearless Tour

Ucansville is a village in the town of Montville, Connecticut, United States.[1] It is located in southeastern Montville, at the mouth of the Oxoboxo River where it flows into the Thames River

All aboard! Taylor Swift cosies up to Calvin Harris as they enjoy a boat trip on the River Thames - Thames Limo

8/28/2011 Speak Now World Tour

N4/4 LA “Super Bass” with Nicki Minaj was performed.

**Her favorite Sagittarius

8/28/2018 Reputation Stadium Tour

N1/1 Detroit: surprise song was “Jump Then Fall

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jazlynriddle · 1 month ago

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Welcome to your life - Pt 2:

Acting On Your Best Behaviour Ch 27:

Summary:

They'd seen it in their fellow orphans often enough to recognise the pattern and were now forced to admit, despite their hopes to the contrary, that Isidora had likely suffered similar side effects.

No… they'd always known she had. The Keeper had just wanted the power that Ranrok had, enough to convince themselves that they would be able to handle it better than that naive woman.

With the start of the Keeper’s sixth-year in Hogwarts, comes a whole slew of headache-inducing challenges from the most unexpected of places. Between insignificant pests throwing wrenches into their plans and tedious teenage drama, that the Keeper is entirely unprepared for, they wonder if they'll make it to their NEWTs without losing their sanity.

Or worse, Ominis or Sebastian.

Warnings: Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Drug Addiction! Spoilers! Slow-burn corruption! Dark content! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least).

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Warnings: If you thought last chapter was violent, hoo boy =D we're going pure torture in this one!

And we're in the final stretch peeps! Next chapter will be the last chapter of this instalment in the series, bit of an epilogue bridge to the next part, so it'll be a little shorter than the last few chapters, apologies in advance!

Also, I hope you guys like the art, I'll upload several variations of it in a separate post right here. So, if you're interested in seeing it without blood or without colour or with blood coloured only (which looks really creepy, I found that out by accident and decided to share it too xD), feel free to check them out when the post goes up!

You can also view all variations of the artwork in HD for free on my Patreon page!

“Please, Sallow, I'm sorry! I know we went a little far, but we get it, you guys are better than us!” Macnair's words melded with the choked spluttering coming from the neighbouring cell as Tynx force-fed Selwyn wiggenweld potion. Macnair’s face was ashen, no doubt terrified by the sounds he'd heard from his friend's cell.

“Should've figured that out earlier, shouldn't you.” Sebastian smirked as he drew his wand and flicked it. “Wingardium Leviosa.”

With an ungainly yelp, Macnair was wrenched over to the wall where the shackles, hanging from the wall's rods, immediately clamped themselves snugly around the boy's wrists and ankles.

“Look, we have no quarrel with you, Sallow, just let us go, and we won't tell anyone about this!” Macnair sobbed, tugging uselessly at his restraints.

“Ha! Fat chance, though, I suppose I'll give that you aren't quite as stupid as Selbitch next door.” Sebastian scoffed as he pressed his thumb against the cell door's lock, waiting for a moment for the lock to disengage, before pushing the door open.

Leisurely strolling into the cell, Sebastian unslung the pack from his shoulder, and dropped it onto the floor. Standing before the restrained boy, he hummed thoughtfully, considering where to start first. Honestly, Sebastian was glad they'd brought a change of clothes, he hadn't even started, and his pants were already in need of a change from Ominis’ earlier display. Merlin’s balls, that had been quite something indeed.

After almost a year of hating these two boys’ guts, he was tempted to jump straight into a good old cruciatus, but considering how fast Macnair had begun begging, he doubted that weak mind would last very long. Well, in that case, Sebastian tucked his wand away safely in his pocket.

“Let's see… well, I suppose we could begin with something more traditional.” Sebastian's grin split his face in what must have been a terrifying expression, from the fear in Macnair’s eyes, as he slammed his fist into the boy's cheek without further preamble.

“Gah!” Macnair's body was thrown to the side from the force of Sebastian’s punch, his weight pulling on the restraints and making the cuffs dig into his wrists.

Without giving him a moment's respite, Sebastian grabbed him by the shirt, hoisting Macnair back up for another swing that made him spray blood across Sebastian's pant leg.

Again.

And again.

Again. Again. Again.

Againagainagainagainagain-

Until the boy's face was broken and bloody, his cheeks swelling as purple bruises began to darken his skin. A tooth had flown to the floor at some point, a few actually, Sebastian wasn't sure when that was, but as he leaned back to admire his handiwork, he supposed it didn't particularly matter.

Sebastian laughed, savouring the sight of Macnair’s ugly mug covered in a mess of blood and snot, as he panted from the exertion. His knuckles hurt and he had no idea how much time had passed, but by Merlin did he not care. After months of this stupid bastard being the biggest thorn in his side, after everything these boys had done to both his lovers, even that burn was satisfying.

Breathing heavily, Sebastian flexed his bloodstained hand, stretching the sore joints idly as he took a step back to catch his breath. While Macnair wheezed for air through his broken nose, his partially dislocated jaw hanging open at an angle as a mix of blood, snot and saliva dribbled from his chin.

As his breathing evened out, Sebastian stooped to rummage through the pack he'd left by the door, absently noting that a fair amount of blood had made its way onto himself, he'd probably need to wash his face too before going back to school. Oh well, a matter for later.

“Next... I distinctly remember the two of you fracturing their ribs during your first go at them.” Sebastian huffed as he straightened, pulling a Quidditch bat from the pack. “Ominis might prefer the elegance of magic, but I feel like the personal touch deserves some recognition.”

“Wai’ wai’ wai-” Macnair's words were barely legible as he babbled in a panic, before turning into a screech of pain when Sebastian swung the bat with full force, its head slamming into his ribcage.

Sebastian grinned viciously as he felt the distinct crunch of bones giving way under his bat, the spikes on its side ripping past cloth and digging into meat. At which point, he dragged the bat along Macnair’s torso with a flourish, proceeding to shred the flesh along the boy’s left side with ease.

“Whoo!” Sebastian hefted the gore covered bat onto his shoulder with an exaggerated cheer. “Never played Quidditch, but I'm pretty sure that would've knocked someone off a broom.”

At this point, Macnair was hanging by his wrists, only held upright by the restraints, and shuddering from the immense pain.

The sound of clapping came from the open door, and Sebastian turned to the side to see the Keeper strolling towards the cell, their voice amused. “Ten points to Slytherin, Black would probably finally reinstate Quidditch for such a splendid goal.”

As they stepped into the cell, the reverberating taps of their measured footsteps seemed to strike a fresh wave of fear into Macnair, because he began to whimper, trembling and shrinking into himself.

“Why thank you!” Sebastian beamed brightly, before pausing. “Wait, I thought you didn't know how to play?”

“I don't, but I'm certain I'd enjoy watching you play with anything.” The Keeper chuckled, leaning forward to place a kiss on Sebastian's cheek, unconcerned by the splatters of blood on his freckled skin.

“I see what you did there.” Sebastian snickered.

“And I see that you've been having fun.” The Keeper purred as they took in his artwork.

“Plenty, though I hadn't gotten to his arms yet, didn't think you'd be joining me.” Sebastian shrugged and he could hear the shackles clatter against the rods as Macnair made a futile attempt to draw his arms closer to himself.

“Just as well, I had some ideas for that.” The Keeper leaned down to dig through the pack as well.

“How's Ominis?” Sebastian asked with some concern.

“Probably cuddling with the girls in the greenhouse, he sent me to keep you from accidentally killing one of our first test subjects.” The Keeper stood, clutching five thin, pointed, needle-esque wooden stakes, in their grip and a vial of wiggenweld.

“Come on, I'm not that bad.” Sebastian protested.

“Sure.” The Keeper gave him a small smirk, their eyes pointedly roving over the copious amounts of blood on his person and covering the floor. Sebastian huffed, looking away sulkily as they walked over to Macnair.

The restrained boy tried to shrink away, his back pressing against the wall in his futile endeavour and the Keeper snorted in amusement at the fear in his puffy eyes when they put away their wand. Without much fanfare, they unstoppered the bottle of wiggenweld and grabbed a fistful of Macnair’s hair, yanking his head back and jamming the vial into his mouth.

“Be glad I’m giving you something to stop you from bleeding out right here and now.” The Keeper muttered as he hurriedly swallowed to clear his windpipe for much needed air. At least the stupid boy seemed to realise what the potion was, and drank it with visible relief, though it certainly didn’t last long in the face of their dark sadistic grin.

“Sebastian, put the bat down and give me a hand.” The Keeper gestured for Sebastian to join them as Macnair finished the bottle, gasping for air as his bleeding began to stem.

“Sure.” Sebastian agreed easily, pausing to take the empty vial that the Keeper handed to him as he passed by, dropping both items into the pack, before rejoining them in front of Macnair.

“Hold his hand in place.” The Keeper instructed with a small jerk of their chin.

With a silent nod, Sebastian obediently took Macnair’s right hand, holding it in place with a firm grip. Immediately, the boy whimpered in fear and struggled to tighten his fist defensively. Prying his fingers loose, the Keeper took his index finger and placed the stake's pointed tip under Macnair’s fingernail, before sliding it into the flesh, wedging the stick between his fingernail and his phalanges.

The shriek of pain that left Macnair’s throat was ear shattering, and the Keeper considered investing in a gag. For now, at least, Macnair’s partially dislocated jaw was preventing him from biting his own tongue off by accident.

Sebastian whistled with raised eyebrows as the Keeper slid the thin wood all the way through the second joint of Macnair’s finger, till it touched his knuckles, before snapping the excess wood off, and then bending his finger backwards, leaving the broken wood stuck inside a broken finger that would never bend again. At least not on its own and not without a great deal of pain.

Speaking of pain, the Keeper glared at Macnair, drawing their wand with a roll of their eyes. “Really? Wake up ya puss! Rennervate.”

With a gasp, Macnair was dragged back into consciousness and immediately began hyperventilating from the sheer agony that he had reawoken to. With a snicker, Sebastian promptly backhanded the panicking boy to snap him out of it.

“Welcome back to the land of the living.” Sebastian grinned widely as awareness returned to Macnair’s eyes. “For now.”

Macnair whimpered, trembling as blood dripped from the tip of his finger, struggling to keep the digit still, despite the pain forcing his muscles to spasm, for every minute twitch resulted in even more stabs of shooting pain.

“What are those anyway?” Sebastian asked to distract himself, as the Keeper moved on to the next finger, his stupid horny brain happily substituting the elegant way their slender fingers slid the wood in with something very different.

“Garden stakes, Ominis uses these to support seedlings.” The Keeper glanced at Macnair’s face, amused by the way his eyes rolled up into his head as they worked.

“Guessing you didn't clean these.” Sebastian chuckled, watching them stab another dirt crusted stake in with a raised eyebrow.

“For these dirty purists? Why would I?” The Keeper asked airily as they snapped the last stake, completing the set and dropping his thoroughly broken fingers. “Well, fancy that, now you won't be able to attack my elves, you piece of shite.”

Taking a step back, the Keeper kicked Macnair in the shin, jostling him from his pain clouded haze and drawing another whimper from him.

“Oh? I don’t get to do the other one?” Sebastian asked curiously, releasing his grip on Macnair’s hand as well, letting it drop into its shackle, and making the boy’s breath wheeze through his broken nose as he struggled to stop his arm from tensing up.

“And force my elves to feed him? Too much trouble, he can have his non-dominant hand just for that.” The Keeper snorted with a wave of their hand.

“Oh well, suppose there’s always Selwyn.” Sebastian snickered, following the Keeper to their side, and giving Macnair’s stiff fingers a casual flick as he passed, getting a strangled cry for his trouble.

“So, what's next?” Sebastian asked, his voice warm in the Keeper's ear as he dropped his chin onto their shoulder, wrapping his arms around their waist, and nuzzling against the crook of their neck like a contented puppy. The sharp and familiar scent of blood followed him like a cloak, and they found it suited their lover quite fine.

“This.” The Keeper drew their wand and gave it a swish, opening Macnair’s shackles and dropping the boy onto the ground.

The sensation of falling made him instinctively raise his hands to catch himself and, naturally, the moment his right hand hit the floor, Macnair released a shrill scream. Immediately he collapsed onto his left side to take the weight off his hand, which then bent his broken ribs under his body, and a high-pitched wheeze whistled from his nose as he cradled his hand to his chest.

“Well, that looked painful.” Sebastian commented blithely, peering down at the boy's shuddering body with a mildly bemused expression.

“That hurt, ya toff?” The Keeper jeered mockingly, their old street urchin drawl unconsciously slipping back into their speech as they ground their heel into the side of Macnair’s head.

Sebastian blinked in surprise, his grip on them loosening, and he gazed curiously at his partner as they lifted their foot from Macnair’s head, before slipping from Sebastian's embrace.

He hadn't heard them speak like that before, which was saying something considering everything they'd been through together. There was a surprising roughness to their voice, although, thinking about it now, it should have been expected, considering their background. Had they been masking their accent this whole time?

“Oi, pay attention.” The Keeper crouched in front of Macnair, grabbing a fistful of his hair with a disgusted sneer and raising his head to look up at them with tears in his eyes. “Now, listen here, ya meater, cos I'm only gonna say this once. If ya want me to remove ‘em stakes, prove it. Beg.”

Sebastian felt his throat go dry as the Keeper dropped the boy’s head, wiped their hand off on the back of his shirt, and stood once more, clearing their throat.

Whatever the case, the Keeper's unrefined timbre and haughty manner was doing all sorts of things to Sebastian. What was up with his preferences anyway? Aristocratic, elegant Ominis and barbaric, savage Keeper, those were on two very different ends of the spectrum. Then again, cold-blooded, violent Ominis had been great too.

Or maybe he just liked anything from his lovers, that probably made more sense.

“...pl- please- it- it hurs-” Macnair rasped, reaching his bloody hand towards them, his words coming out strangely through his missing teeth and askew jaw.

The Keeper's expression was unimpressed. “I rate that a P for pathetic, you'll have to try harder than that. Convince me that you understand your place at my feet.”

Macnair looked like he was struggling to think through the pain. “I- I'm... sorry. We- we were wrong, w- we shouldn't, shouldn't have attacked- you. Y- you're... better... than- than us.”

The Keeper barked a laugh, his face was hilarious, scrunching up further and further with disgust with every word from his trembling lips. Completely not believable, but that was alright, it was entertaining enough simply making him say things so contradictory to his reality. He'd come to mean it eventually.

“Not good enough, what exactly are you apologising for?” The Keeper's smirk was wide and taunting, and Sebastian curiously noted that their accent had returned to normal. Had they noticed their slip?

“F- for, ah, for the st- stairs, a- and the um, the spells, poison a- and traps- and... and um, the melt powder-” Macnair was clearly struggling to recall what he'd even done, perhaps expected from someone so lacking in understanding of consequences, however...

“Melt powder?” The Keeper blinked in confusion.

“Was there something like that?” Sebastian echoed.

“Where'd you two put it?” The Keeper asked the heap at their feet.

“Er- um, the chair you u- usually s- sit on... in t- the Three Broomsticks-” Macnair stammered.

“...I'm guessing Melt powder melts anything it comes into contact with?” The Keeper grinned.

“Y- yes? We- put it after... after some customers left..." He replied, his breath shaky and laboured.

“You do realise that Sirona cleans her tables manually, right?” The Keeper snickered in amusement. “She would easily have noticed the chair beginning to corrode and replaced or cleaned it while clearing the table, before the next set of customers sat in it.”

“Wow, you guys really wanted to be a pain in the arse, eh?” Sebastian snickered and the Keeper shot him a bemused glance, before he cleared his throat and shook his head. “Sometimes I find it amazing that you guys did any damage to us at all.”

“Well, if one has a one percent chance of succeeding, and throws out a hundred bad ideas, one of them would succeed, that's probability.” The Keeper shrugged. “Their advantage was the sheer length of time they'd had to attack us. And the fact that they have no life and nothing better to do.”

Macnair shot them a glare at their words and the Keeper smirked broadly, inviting him to retort, pleased when he cowed before it.

“Anyway, that's besides the point.” The Keeper shook their head, eyeing Macnair expectantly. “You're still missing your latest and most severe transgression.”

Macnair frowned in confusion, his eyes darting about as he mentally searched for what they might be referring to. Sebastian rolled his eyes when Macnair’s glanced towards the cell door, where Tynx was silently standing, and then promptly slid away without registering the elf's existence.

“I- the... trying to- to p- punch you?” Macnair tried.

“Close, you tried to damage something of mine yesterday. I would have your apology for that.” The Keeper's eyes narrowed when their hint saw no light of recognition in his eyes, their patience beginning to thin. “My elf.”

They'd even mentioned it before, and the little purist still didn't consider violence against their elves as an insult to the Keeper. Truly spoiled rotten. They were beyond relieved that Ominis hadn't turned out like this one.

“...Elf?" Macnair’s expression was so bewildered, it would almost be comical if it didn't piss the Keeper off so badly. “You- ...why? I- it's a house elf..."

“And that elf is still my property. Insult and harm to anything of mine is an insult to me. So, apologise.” The Keeper growled.

“I- ...to an elf? Wha- you're crazy..." Macnair shook his head drunkenly, clearly having mistaken Tynx for Tibsy.

Bloody shite couldn't even tell the differences between elves, the Keeper sneered, this whole thing was just making them increasingly disgusted with this boy.

“Sebastian.” The Keeper said instead, glaring down at Macnair with disdain. “You can have the other hand.”

Sebastian's face lit up, and the sound of his footsteps encroaching seemed to remind the battered boy of the situation he was in.

“N- no no! I-” He cast Sebastian a fearful glance before swallowing, his face scrunched up with discomfort as he forced the words out. “I'm- I'm s- sorry for- for... I think- throwing a- a tray... at- at your elf..."

The Keeper snorted, clever, apologising to them rather than to the elf, though they supposed that was indeed what they'd demanded.

“Still terrible, but it'll do I suppose. Very well, I'll remove them.” The Keeper sighed as they drew their wand, Macnair’s expression lightening with relief at their words.

Sebastian hummed curiously from where he'd stopped beside the boy. “How are you going to take the stakes out, love? They're broken off inside.”

The Keeper raised an eyebrow at him. “Take them out? That's impossible, silly.”

“Huh? But you said..." Sebastian looked about as bewildered as Macnair did.

“I said I'd remove the stakes, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.” The Keeper grinned, enjoying the look of dawning horror on Macnair’s face at their words. Stepping onto his wrist and pinning his hand, splayed out on the floor, they pointed their wand down. “Diffindo.”

Macnair shrieked in pain as the Keeper's spell sliced off his thumb, and the severed finger rolled away from the force of the blood spraying from it. The swollen digit wrapped around a wooden stake, almost looked like a juicy sausage on a skewer, slathered in ketchup and ready to be roasted over a fire.

Sebastian burst into laughter as the Keeper systematically severed each joint, one at a time, until Macnair finally passed out from the pain.

“Alright, that was a good one.” Sebastian wheezed as he collected himself with a satisfied sigh.

“Why thank you.” The Keeper chuckled as they lifted their foot and glanced towards the cell door. “Yes, Tynx?”

After a wary glance at Macnair’s crumpled form, Tynx bowed his head towards them apologetically. “I'm sorry Master, but even after the two vials, I don't think the brown-haired boy will survive the night.”

“I see. It's fine, I'll take a look at him.” The Keeper frowned and gestured at Macnair. “Just drop this one on the cot and then clean this mess up.”

Tynx nodded as the Keeper stepped over Macnair’s back and left without a second glance.

Stopping to grab his pack, Sebastian quickly slung it over his shoulder and followed them into the other cell. Finding the Keeper crouched by Selwyn's twisted form, his body resembling that first layer of wilted lettuce that everyone throws away, and his breath whistling like a kettle.

“Hm, I somehow doubt an Emendo would fix him up enough. Even if the rib goes back in, his lung's still punctured.” The Keeper frowned thoughtfully as they examined his injuries.

“I suppose it's not surprising, Blainey did say that you were in real danger… that time.” Sebastian grimaced at the memory. Honestly, if Ominis hadn't fucked Selwyn up for what he'd said, Sebastian would have done it himself. “Can't say I care if he dies from these injuries, it'd serve him right.”

“That would be fairly poetic.” The Keeper agreed with a chuckle, heaving a sigh as they stood.

“However, I'd rather have him alive than not. One sample does not a hypothesis make.” The Keeper sardonically quoted an old friend. “Only having one test subject until we have time to hunt down another would be inconvenient.”

“We could ask Ominis to heal him, he's been studying under Blainey for a month now, perhaps he might know a way to keep this one alive.” Sebastian suggested.

The Keeper frowned, recalling how affected Ominis had seemed. They wouldn't want to push him too far out of his comfort zone too fast and undo all the progress they'd made. While they would love to have him work alongside them, it brought them no joy to see their lover suffer.

“No, I don't want to push him to do anything he's not comfortable with, and he might force himself to, if we asked.” The Keeper shook their head and folded their arms.

“Good point.” Sebastian sighed, remembering how Ominis had forced himself to follow them into the catacombs, understanding now how much that must have pained him to do.

“I don't suppose you remember any of the spells Blainey cast on me?” The Keeper asked hopefully.

“Sadly no, I was a little distracted.” Sebastian snorted dryly, before blinking. “Oh, I do remember watching Blainey teach Ominis the Diagnostic Charm though, I think I should be able to cast it.”

Sebastian pulled out his wand and flicked it at the unconscious boy. “Diagnosa.”

The Keeper watched him expectantly for a few moments, before asking. “Well? Did it work?”

“Well... yes, it did work, and there's a lot of words-” Sebastian gave them a chagrined smile. “But I have not a single clue what they mean.”

The Keeper rolled their eyes, about to speak when they heard footsteps and a sigh.

“Diagnosa.” Ominis voice preceded him as he stepped out from behind the wall, looping around into the cell, his wand pointed at Selwyn's crumpled form. “He's got a Pulmonary Edema, a fractured humerus, a dislocated knee, as well as several assorted abrasions and contusions.”

“Pulmonary Edema?” The Keeper asked curiously.

“It's when the lungs fill with blood from broken vessels and other fluids.” Ominis explained as he stepped forward to stand beside them. “That's the one that will kill him within several hours.”

“Imagine there's a lot he'd like to get off his chest right about now.” Sebastian grinned.

At the terrible joke, the Keeper snorted, and Ominis sighed once more.

“So, how long were you eavesdropping this time?” The Keeper asked with an amused and knowing smile, eyeing their nosy lover fondly.

“...Selwyn will die if I don't help him and that's bad. But you don't want to force me to heal him.” Ominis chuckled sheepishly, trying, and failing, to smother the gratitude softening his smile.

It had made him happy to hear their consideration of his feelings, even at the expense of their progress. Being put before a goal was quite a novel experience for Ominis and it was starting to sink in that, despite their pragmatic personality, the Keeper genuinely prioritised both him and Sebastian ahead of everything else, to a baffling extent.

Something Sebastian hadn’t done for him when searching for a cure for Anne last year and something his parents would never do, for their lineage was worth more to them then Ominis himself. At least Sebastian had the death of a close sibling on the line when his best friend trampled on Ominis’ feelings. It was a bittersweet joy to have such unconditional love from someone who had known him for a mere two years, instead of his family.

“Honestly, I'll never understand how you can move so silently.” Sebastian shook his head, rousing Ominis from his thoughts and he smiled wryly.

“You'd make a great assassin.” The Keeper chuckled, bumping shoulders with him casually, reminding themselves never to let Garreth discover Ominis’ talent. The redhead might end up dead if he tried too hard to drag Ominis into pranking.

Ominis shook his head. “No thanks, I think I'll stick to being your resident Healer for- ...for test subjects.”

This time, it was Sebastian and the Keeper who were staring at him in shock.

“Wait, what!?” Sebastian exclaimed.

“Are you certain? What brought this on?” The Keeper scrutinised him warily. “I meant it when I said that I don't want you to force yourself.”

Ominis smiled softly, reaching a hand towards them, and feeling the Keeper's slip into it. “I was honestly already feeling like I wanted to contribute, but still didn't want to really join in on the... experimentation. This way, I get to help, and practise my healing.”

He left out the part where he felt like reducing the duration of the subjects’ pain, would probably make him feel better about looking the other way while people were being hurt. As well as the even more shameful desire to prolong Selwyn's suffering, this was too little punishment for the scum to rest in peace.

“I see. I'm glad to hear that.” The Keeper smiled, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, things couldn't possibly be going any better. They enjoyed the sight of his cheeks flushing for a moment, before tentatively asking. “Do you know how to heal Selwyn's injuries?”

“Yes, healing a Pulmonary Edema was one of the first things I asked Blainey to teach me.” Ominis nodded with a tremble to his smile. “I never want to feel that helpless again.”

The Keeper's eyes softened, tugging him into their arms, and feeling his fingers grasp their robes for comfort as they held him. They still felt bad for making their boys feel that way, even if it wasn't exactly their fault. They knew that they wouldn’t have been able to handle being in their lovers’ position if something like that happened to one of the two.

“Between the two of you, I'm starting to feel left out.” Sebastian placed a hand on his hip with a sigh, and the Keeper felt Ominis chuckle against their collar, loosening their grip around his shoulders upon feeling him pull away.

They smiled in amusement when Sebastian yelped as Ominis swiftly turned towards him, took him by the lapels, pulled him closer, and pressed their lips together, all in one smooth motion. Sebastian released a muffled sound of surprise, before closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around Ominis’ waist.

After a few moments, Ominis pulled back to breathe, flashing a teasing smile. “You know, if you want something, you can just ask for it.”

Sebastian's cheeks were bright pink as he blinked in a bit of a daze, nodding mutely, before murmuring. “Mm. Then, I want another kiss.”

With that, Sebastian pulled Ominis back in, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss and running his hands up along Ominis' back, pressing their chests together, and threading his fingers into those neat blond strands. Merlin, he loved messing up Ominis’ meticulously combed hair, loved that he could do so without fear of death.

The Keeper watched them for a moment, before smiling wryly. “Um, guys, Selwyn is still dying over here.”

The large doors to the Three Broomsticks creaked as the Keeper pushed them open, relieved to be out of the encroaching summer heat. Glancing around, they noted how empty the bar was, with only a handful of regulars who lived in the village seated sparsely about the room, likely due to exams being a mere two weeks away, most students would probably be in the library or study rooms on a Sunday.

“Natty.” The Keeper nodded in greeting as they spotted her, taking a few steps to the right and seating themselves beside their friend.

“Hey there, looks like a quiet day for Sirona, doesn't it?” Natty tilted her head towards the inner region of the bar.

“Yeah, exams right around the corner.” The Keeper leaned back against their chair with a sigh.

“I imagine it's a relief to be unbothered whilst studying.” She smiled wryly as she folded her arms on the table comfortably.

“Oh, you don't say.” The Keeper replied with a dry grin.

At this moment, in barrelled Garreth, with an arm around Amit's shoulder, followed by Poppy with a sheepish grin. Spotting the two seated, Garreth released Amit and raised a bottle he’d apparently been holding in his hands.

“My friends! We have achieved our goal! Today is a day of celebration!” Garreth proclaimed grandly.

The Keeper snorted as the three took their seats. “I suppose so.”

“Come on, we chased off those two bullies, you can be a little enthusiastic about something for once.” Garreth grinned as he set his bottle on the table. “But do not fret my socially stunted friend, I have something that'll put the spring in your step!”

The Keeper eyed the bottle warily. “Do I even want to know what's in there?”

“That, my friend, is our celebration drink! I've finally finished development of my Fizzing Whizzbrew!” Garreth proudly presented the bottle with a flourish, as though it were fine wine.

“If you think anyone in their right mind would try that with exams right around the corner, you're barmy.” Natty shook her head exasperatedly.

“Aw, come on!” Garreth protested.

The Keeper glanced at Natty with a bemused expression. “Fancy that, you're picking up our lingo.”

Natty paused, before smiling sheepishly. “Ah, I suppose so, I have been studying with Poppy for our exams after all.”

“You have, have you.” The Keeper grinned, their gaze sliding over to Poppy who cleared her throat.

“Well, I'm sure you've been spending your time studying with Ominis and Sebastian.” Poppy retaliated with a knowing smile.

The Keeper gave a rare full bellied laugh, finding themselves rather relieved that Poppy had recovered enough to tease them. “I suppose I can't deny that.”

“Hm, now that you mention it..." Garreth's eyes flicked back and forth between his friends, humming thoughtfully, before asking in a half-joking tone. “You do spend a lot of time with those two, you guys going out or something?”

“Oh, come on.” Amit shook his head, his expression making it clear how likely he thought that was, while Natty and Poppy glanced at each other.

The Keeper blinked, surprised that Garreth had caught on so quickly, they'd have to be careful with that one. Though, they supposed they wouldn't be shaking this group of friends any time soon and said friends had proven that they could keep secrets within their circle just fine. It’d probably be better to make things clear, to prevent something unexpected from happening again.

With a grin and a shrug, the Keeper nodded. “Good guess.”

There was a moment of silence, that passed as Garreth and Amit stared at the Keeper in shock.

“Wait, really?” Garreth exclaimed. “I was just joking around! Wait, which one?”

“Both of them.” The Keeper chuckled, propping their elbow on the table, and resting their chin against their knuckles.

Garreth whistled with a teasing grin. “Damn, you're a greedy one, ain't ya?”

“Any reason why I shouldn't be?” The Keeper shot back daringly, and he laughed loudly.

“Absolutely none, grats mate!” Garreth chortled, slapping them on the back with enough enthusiasm to knock the Keeper’s chin off their arm.

“Merlin, two partners.” Amit shook his head. “I feel like one would already be so exhausting.”

“It's not so bad, it does take more energy, but it's... nice.” The Keeper smiled, unable to restrain the softness in their voice as they spoke. Poppy giggled at the adorable expression, while Natty sighed, wondering how on earth she'd mistaken that as the Keeper having feelings for Poppy.

“I'll take your word for it my friend, but I'll stick to my stars, for those need only be gazed upon, for their beauty to move hearts and sway souls.” Amit sighed dreamily.

Natty glanced at Poppy, before murmuring to herself. “...there are people like that too...”

“Hm? Did you say something?” Poppy asked, peering at Natty, confused when her friend looked away.

“It's nothing.” Natty shook her head, clearing her throat and trying to remember the topic they’d been on before this detour, when her eyes landed on the bottle still on the table. “A- anyway, while I think we're all happy to have successfully chased off the bullies, we should save the drink for after our exams.”

Garreth groaned, dropping his head on the table. “Come on, it's freshly brewed and all!”

“I'm sure a high-class brewer like yourself can find a means of keeping it fresh for a month.” Amit eyed Garreth flatly, his voice dry and goading.

“Ack- of course I can! And I will!” Garreth exclaimed, lifting his head to glare defiantly at Amit. “You'll see, this brew will knock you right off your feet!”

Poppy giggled, patting Amit on the shoulder. “Well done, I'm very impressed.”

“A skill honed upon repeated trauma, I'm afraid.” Amit sighed long-sufferingly. “I think I’ve lost half my lifespan in the last two years.”

“I do wonder what actually happened to those two bullies though. There's so many rumours, I'm not sure which to believe.” Poppy mused.

“Didn't Macnair attack our friend after reading a letter?” Garreth rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I'd put more stock in the rumours that he was going to be disowned, so they got drunk and ran away.”

“Hopefully, wherever they went, they'll think twice before hurting others again.” Natty nodded, folding her arms with a satisfied air about her.

The Keeper snorted, thinking of Tibsy. “Knowing them, they'd still need to learn that the hard way again, because they're stupid.”

“True, it took so long to drive them off, they're probably really stubborn.” Poppy sighed.

“Well, we won in the end, whatever happens to those two from this point forward isn't our problem anymore.” Natty smiled, patting Poppy on the shoulder. “Now we can focus on our exa-”

“And that's worth celebrating!” Garreth cut her off with a wide grin, slapping a hand on the Keeper's shoulder. “In fact, we should invite this one's boyfriends to join our celebration too!”

Poppy's eyes widened. “Oh, that's true, wasn't Ominis getting targeted by those two as well?”

“...That's actually rather thoughtful of you, Garreth.” Natty's eyebrows raised in surprise.

Amit eyed the redhead, shaking his head and muttering quietly. “I don't think that's..."

“Of course! The more people who get to try my Fizzing Whizzbrew, the better!” Garreth grinned proudly and Amit sighed.

“And here I thought well of you for a moment there.” Natty gave a long-suffering groan as she rubbed her forehead.

“It's not a bad idea though, it'd be nice to get to know the two boys better, perhaps you could invite them for us?” Poppy asked, giving the Keeper a small smile.

“If you guys are really alright with that?” The Keeper asked, glancing around the table, and receiving several nods, before scrutinising Poppy. Finding no hesitation, the Keeper nodded. “Sure, I'll pass it on.”

Poppy giggled. “It'll be fun to see how the three of you are like together.”

The Keeper smiled wryly. “I doubt we're that much different.”

Poppy flashed a knowing smile. “Oh, I'm not sure about that.”

Raising their eyebrow, the Keeper was still wondering what she was up to, when Natty, who had been staring at Garreth with narrowed eyes while the Keeper and Poppy talked, spoke. “You know... this is the third time you've directed the conversation away from our exams, Garreth.”

Immediately Garreth let out a loud laugh and shook his head. “I have no idea what you're talking about, Natty!”

“Uhuh.” Natty tipped her chin up disbelievingly. “Then you wouldn't mind if I asked how your studies are coming along, considering that you apparently only just finished developing that drink.”

Garreth's grin became strained as he waved a hand dismissively. “O- of course I wouldn't mind! It's, well, I was just working on my Whizzbrew in-between studying, you know, it's bad to overstress your body by being tense for very long and a little recreation can do wonders for one's focus and attention spa-”

“So, which chapter of Planning Plant Planters have you been studying for Herbology?” Natty asked, derailing his ramble with a direct question.

“Er- that is, well, of- of course, I have been studying... chapter..." Garreth's eyes darted about anxiously, and the Keeper was amused by how similar he was behaving to the way Macnair had yesterday, before he was forced to finish his sentence with a hopeful. “Te- twelve?”

The table was silent for several moments.

“Garreth.” Amit spoke with his eyes closed, before reaching a hand out and placing it on Garreth's shoulder, looking the redhead dead in the eyes. “...there's only eight chapters in that book.”

“Ah... aha ha... of- of course, I knew that, I- I just, I meant-” Garreth tried, glancing at the stony faces around the table, slumping over in defeat for several breaths, before lifting his head with a defiant glare. “Look. Grades aren't everything, did I learn how to make this amazing drink in class?”

He held up his bottle emphatically. “No. I figured that out on my own. Did professors teach me how to craft the perfect prank? Did school teach me how to read behavioural patterns and spot the right time to steal things? No, that was all me!”

“You say that like anything you just described was a good thing.” Natty commented in a deadpan voice.

“You haven't even tried it!” Garreth protested, hugging his bottle protectively, as though its feelings would be hurt by her words.

“Alright then, I guess we'll meet up to celebrate on the Sunday after our exams?” Amit asked as he pushed his chair back in preparation to stand.

“Yeah, that works.” Natty nodded.

“Sounds good.” Poppy laughed cheerfully.

“Sure.” The Keeper smiled in amusement.

“Very good, then let's go.” Amit nodded and took Garreth by his upper arm to drag him from his chair.

“Wait- where-” Garreth asked in confusion.

“The Library.” Amit flashed a dark grin that would have been more at home on Sebastian's face.

“Wha- see, I actually already happen to have an appointment wit-” Garreth backed away in fear.

“Oh no you don't. It's my turn.” Amit smiled innocently as he grabbed Garreth by the hood of his robes and dragged him towards the door with a parting wave at the group. “See you guys in class tomorrow!”

“All the best, Amit.” Natty flashed a wry smile.

“Bye Amit!” Poppy giggled with a small wave. “Have fun!”

“Good luck, Garreth.” The Keeper sniggered as Amit pushed open the door and dragged Garreth through, protesting all the way.

Peaceful silence returned to the atmosphere as the doors swung lightly, gradually returning to rest together.

“Guess I'll go find Sebastian and Ominis, then.” The Keeper hummed, giving the girls a questioning look.

“Sure, Natty and I will probably study here since it's pretty quiet today.” Poppy nodded while Natty pulled a few books from her bag.

“Say hi to the boys for us?” Natty asked tentatively.

“And don't forget to invite them to the after-exam party!” Poppy added.

“Yeah, I will. See you two tomorrow then.” The Keeper nodded as they stood, giving the girls a parting wave as they left the establishment.

An after-exam party, eh? The Keeper mused to themselves, it'd be interesting to see their boys interact with their friends, hopefully the two would agree to join them.

Notes:

Ominis: Gah! Sebastian! Is that blood on your face!? Sebastian: You didn't notice? Ominis: The whole bloody cell smells like blood, of course I didn't notice! Sebastian: Hey, you kissed me without warning, it's not my fault. Ominis: That's- well, I suppose you've got a point. ...I smell awful. Sebastian: Shall we take a bath in the lake before heading back? Keeper: Now you're just looking for an excuse to see him naked. Sebastian: Guilty as charged. Ominis: Ugh, let's just get this healing over with so I can be clean again. *Selwyn screaming* Sebastian: Ouch, that looks painful. Keeper whispering: Just be glad he didn't realise there's blood in his hair. Ominis: There is what in my hair!? Sebastian: And he heard you. Thanks. Keeper: ...sorry.

Credits to always_drarry for the ‘Selbitch’ idea! xD

The Keeper's accent is something I felt would slip out in a scenario more reminiscent of their childhood world and would probably slip out when in such an physically aggressive state rather than magically aggressive. Hopefully it didn't feel too jarring xD

By the way, am I the only one who thinks Quidditch bats look like great torture implements? No? Oh okay... ahem, yeah the Keeper doesn't know much about Quidditch since it was on hiatus when they enrolled xD

Also, Amit is celestialsexual, change my mind.

Man, I always thought I was a little messed in the head, but some of these torture ideas my partner has been giving me, hoo- It's great for writing but I feel like I can't say I'm messed in the head anymore. They pretty much came up with 70% of the torture methods in this chapter, the wooden skewers, wow.

And of course, vigilante justice should also be a last resort, as it is here. And while I believe that "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" should be legally available to everyone if they seek it, the Keeper is definitely going over what would be considered as equal renumeration. Misdirected vengeance for previous injustices will do that to a person, so while it's understandable and that's why I'm writing it, I'm obviously not advocating such behaviour unchecked in reality.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #gender neutral mc #mc x sebastian sallow #mc x ominis gaunt #sebastian x ominis #sebastian x ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #fanfic #jazlr welcome to your life #jazlr #lgbtqia #nonbinary

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h3rmess · 11 months ago

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WHERE OUR BLUE IS

Written by @h3rmess ✰

Masterlist

S2 : Chapter 5 - Exchange Event 2 ☆☆☆☆☆

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He drew from his quiver, placing the arrow on the arrow rest, his hold tight on the bow grip. The arrow head bared a rouge liquid, likely to be blood. He pulled the bow string back, opening one eye to perfect his precision. He shot within an instant, the entire arrow lighting up in an ultramarine flame of cursed energy.

Fushiguro and I ran, avoiding the wrath of the object. The arrow crashed into the wall of the school hallway. As that part of the building took damage, I caught my breath, the adrenaline having stolen it from me.

"If you pass out from anaemia, no one is going to help you." Fushiguro remarked.

"Who's this guy?" I questioned, taking an offensive stance as the male got ready to draw again.

"Kamo Noritoshi. Third-year and heir to the Kamo clan." Fushiguro answered.

Kamo Noritoshi. I had heard of him. Our families had relations. From what I knew, he was an exceptional young man: strong, intelligent, and extremely skilled. He was a reliable, determined, and responsible individual who was family oriented. He used the cursed technique of blood manipulation.

"Okumoto Seiko." He called out to me in an endearing but sardonic voice. "It's been a while since we've seen each other."

"Right, I almost forgot. I saw you when I was... eight?" I recollected after searching my memories.

"I wouldn't expect you to remember anything after the accident, after all." He spoke snarkily, making my heart drop.

"Hey!" Fushiguro yelled in my defence.

"It was unfortunate to hear you had been beaten by that boy, but you should have seen it coming. After all, he was older than you, and he's a male. He naturally has a superior position over you." Kamo remarked.

His comments did not sit well with me.

"I know you're just trying to wind me up..." I began, my cursed energy flowing at rates unknown to him. "But seriously, don't ever talk down on me or any other woman!"

I called for my cursed technique, my speed unfathomable as I approached him with shuriken , imbued with my cursed energy. I threw them at him, one pinning him to the wall behind him with great force.

I closed in on him, my fists boiling with cursed energy. I swung at him, landing a punch on his abdomen. As my hand met his body, he jolted back but quickly grabbed my wrist. He twisted it, causing me to howl in pain.

"Gamma!" Fushiguro summoned his shikigami, the frog gripping Kamo's forearm.

Kamo's grip loosened, allowing me leeway to escape his hold. I took a token from my fanny-pack, throwing it up in the air. It descended, a cast of ink opening in the ground. I slipped past him, jumping into abyss and reappearing by Fushiguro's side. I dismissed the shuriken, summoning a katana instead.

"You're a talented fighter, Okumoto. I could only expect that from someone who faced death itself."

"Maybe that's why you're weak." I smirked. "You always run away like a little bitch."

"Flowing red scale." Noritoshi muttered as his right eye opened, a trace of blood spurting out around it.

"I am protecting myself so that I can be a competent head of the family. I couldn't say the same to you." He drew another arrow, aiming it straight at me.

As he shot, I ducked, the arrow barely missing my head. It turned around to follow me. I ran in Kamo's direction, jumping over his head as I did. When I landed behind him, I quickly turned around, holding him in place as the arrow followed my general direction. He dispelled the cursed energy from the arrow to prevent being hit.

"Besides..." He spun around, grabbing my forearms. "The only bitch here is Fushiguro!" He hollered, picking me up.

"What kind of man let's a woman do his dirty work?" He threw me out of the broken window.

"Configuration!" I called out as I plummeted, a cloud forming to catch me. I discarded the cloud, placing myself safely on the ground. Fushiguro followed soon after, his Nue carrying him down.

Kamo Noritoshi was behind me. As I turned, he threw a blood pouch into the air. The bag burst open as he chanted, "Crimson binding!"

It caged Fushiguro and his Nue. I turned to face them.

"Technique reversal, Dispersal." I voiced, causing all of the red blood cells to break from their form.

"Spectacular!" Kamo screamed. "And your cursed energy seems to have decreased after that. It's not the smartest move. What enabled that anyway?" He questioned me.

"Nuclear fission. The lasting effect will take a toll on your body." I warned him.

I ran towards him, hitting him with my katana. I slashed his legs, causing him to wail and fall to the floor in pain.

"Convergence!" He called out. "Piercing blood!" His hands clapped together, the blood that once bound Fushiguro in his palms. He pointed them toward me as a beam shot out of his hands. I put my katana up, blocking my body from the high-pressure beam.

The katana broke as it withstood the force. I ran quickly as the beam stopped, attempting to land a hit on him. Fushiguro followed close behind, summoning his demon dog.

As we approached him, we halted when the sky began to go dark.

"A veil?" Kamo questioned, standing from his position on the ground.

We were perplexed, wondering why a veil had been placed over us.

"Run!" A commanding voice spoke, making me immediately oblige. I looked in the direction that it had come from, noticing Inumaki running along the wooden panels of roof. Growing tree branches followed him as he jumped, landing securely on the concrete.

"What is that?" I asked as the branches only grew, leaving me clueless.

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- I need to improve my writing when it comes to fight scenes 💔

-I'm so sleepy today that's why it took a while to write this chapter

- time for the interludes!! I'll be taking a week (or so) break for now! don't worry though, the interludes will serve!

- noritoshi is literally my baby I feel bad for making him so evil. I was rewatching the episode when he fought megumi for inspiration and I realised how straightforward he is, so I had to incorporate it into this chapter

- the next chapter will be a little more on the exchange event, but I'll be moving on soon.

- see you soon friends!! love youuu ❤️

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skiller0dani · 4 years ago

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Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

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