#i know it’s only chapter 4 but I hate her job and think she should quit

[onlymexsarah]

Burning Flames III | Eris Vanserra

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron!reader Summary: Since you became High Fae there were only two things that scared you: your deadly power and your attraction toward the male you should hate most after Tamlin, Eris Vanserra. Warnings: just Eris Vanserra and my english A/n: I would have never imagined that this story could ever be liked by someone, especially for my writing, but you are all so amazing and I thank you for all the sweet comments, they really make my day🫶🏻 if you want to be add at the taglist just ask!

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Cold.

Darkness.

Water.

Everywhere around you was cold and dark. You were drowning in what felt like an endless pound of icy water.

You needed to get out.

Something ancient whispered in your ear, What do you need?

Fire. You almost screamed underwater. You wanted to pull away the water, to make it disappear. Give me fire.

The darkness around you almost laughed. I shall give you fire, then. It will make you protect and be protected. To heal, and to hurt. To joy, and to fear.

Then, something inside you exploded, and the whole word turned red.

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"Why would you make Cassian your curtier just for me to be his babysitter?" You asked confused at Rhysand. "A babysitter who has not experience, by the way."

Cassian protested beside you, but Rhysand only grinned amused. "Because, dear Y/n, Queen Vassa had clearly expressed her wishes to deal with you as our human emissary."

That was true. As soon as the war had been over and the meeting had been going on for days, the human queen had approached you and said that she would consider you their human emissary. She had said that Feyre's story about your time of poverty had made her understand you were the right one for the job.

You hadn't complained. If there was a way you could help the Night Court and the human lands than you would do it blindly.

"We'll have fun." grinned wolfish Cassian at your side.

"I have no interest in telling you how to do your work..." Rhysand said casually. "But, if I may suggest, try not to kill Lucien on sight. He is trying to redeem his mistakes."

You rolled your eyes annoyed. It wasn't that you hated Lucien, but it was just that every time you saw him the memories of that day in Hybern come back in your head. How he had stood there doing nothing, for then declaring that your sister was his mate and pretended to be spared alive because of that. And of course the fact that he had left Tamlin hurting both physically and mentally your sister Feyre, without doing anything there too.

"I'll try my best." You gave Rhysand a fake smile before walking toward Mor, who would winnow you and Cassian to the house where Jurian, Vassa and Lucien lived.

As soon as you arrived in front of the house a strong scent of honey and burned wood hit your nose. Lucien must have just arrived, you thought annoyed. Beside you Mor made a face, declaring that she would not come with you but Rhysand would wait you for your return.

You and Cassian shared a curious look, but said nothing, knowing that Mor must had her reasons.

"Do you think she is fine?" you asked Cassian as soon as she vanished.

Cassian gave her a shrug. "She's Mor. She will speak when she feels ready."

You inclined your head slightly to one side confused. "It's not the first time I hear one of you saying 'they'll speak when they are ready', but sometime people need to be asked, you know?"

Cassian gave you a grin before knocking at the door. "Oh, Y/n. When you live centuries like us you start to prefer privacy more than you think. Sometime having few secrets is good."

You were about to answer when the door opened and Lucien looked at the two of you. "I thought I sensed someone else arriving."

It was stronger than you. You couldn't look at his face without seeing the King of Hybern, the cauldron, and your sisters throwed in it. So you just looked away, following Cassian inside the house where the scent grew stronger.

"You just got there?" asked Cassian casually, as if making small talk.

"No." Lucien said tightly as he lead them through the house. "Eris is here."

Every muscle in you almost froze at his words. Suddenly, you weren't so eager to enter the room and do the emissary. Suddenly, you felt too small. But you noticed that Cassian showed no emotions, even though you knew that deep inside he must be boiling with rage, and so you tried to do the same.

You noticed how Cassian's wings sprawled a bit wider, just enough to slightly cover you from any potential harm. And that harm, you guessed, would be the handsome redhaired male seated on a golden chair beside the fireplace. His legs was elegantly crossed, his clothes were far more finer than the ruined fighting leathers you had last seen him in. Everything about him screamed royalty, and your mind pointed out that your should stop staring.

"Cassian." Eris said with his usual arrogant voice, then his eyes shifted on you and even thought you betrayd nothing, something inside you stirred. "Older Archeron."

Your eyes narrowed. Older Archeron? Was he too full of himself that he thought you weren't important enought to acknowledge you? Surely a change from the day you had healed his wounds and he told you to go to him if you ever needed anything.

You felt Lucien's golden eyes studying the interaction between you, but thankfully a sweet, yet firm, voice took your attention. "Thank goddess you came." said Vassa from your left, making your eyes shift on her. "I thought I had to deal with all this testosterone alone."

A grin was quick to appear on your lips as the human Queen hugged you. "I think you would have handled them just fine." When you broke the hug you gave her a quick, respectful bow and Cassian followed you. "Your Majesty."

You heard Jurian scoffing from the sofa. "It only goes to her head when you call her that."

You watched amused as the two humans in the room started backering, and something about Lucien's behaviour told you that they always did that.

"Did you come with news or orders?" asked Lucien to the two of you while he sat on the sofa beside Jurian.

You had to hold a scoff at his tone. Lucien could fool everyone in the Inner Circle that he was on their side because of Elain, but you would never trust him completely. It was clear where his true alliance lay, mated or not mated.

“We give you orders as our emissary.” Cassian nodded to Jurian and Vassa. “But when you are with your friends, we only give suggestions.” Eris snorted, but Cassian ignored him. "How's the Spring Court."

Lucien’s face revealed nothing of how Tamlin and his court fared. “It’s fine.”

This time, you snorted crossing your arms, and to your surprise Eris did the same. You were almost offended that you had shared the same reaction as him.

Cassian turned toward Eris, annoyed. "What are you doing here?"

You were wondering the same, but you didn't dare to voice it, not really sure if it was safe to talk to him at all.

Eris didn’t so much as shift in his seat. “Several dozen of my soldiers were out on patrol in my lands several days ago and have not reported back. We found no sign of battle. Even my hounds couldn’t track them beyond their last known location.”

Cauldron boils you. You had happily forgotten how his voice seemed to pull some invisible strings all over your body, and you had to mentally slap yourself for even think that.

Vassa said, “Eris came to see if I could think of any reason why his soldiers might have gotten into trouble with humans. His hounds detected strange scents at the site of the abduction. Ones that seemed human, but were … odd, somehow.”

"Odd how?" you asked immediately looking at Vassa. If the humans were concerned then it was your job to keep track of what was happening.

"Odd like human but with something else." Eris answered, making your gaze shift on him. You were ashamed about how you had to stop the shiver that run through your spine as your eyes locked with his. "Like you." he sniffed the air to make a point. "High Fae, with something else."

You felt your cheeks getting warmer, and you hated that everyone was there to see it. So, you decided to shift the attention back on the matter at hand. "You mean like...Made? Like Jurian?" You said pointing to the human General with your chin.

"Not Made." Eris shook slightly his head, his eyes never leaving yours, as if you two were the only people in the room. "But something was off. I think plenty of parties are interested in triggering another war, and this would be the start of it. Though perhaps your court did it. I wouldn’t put it past Rhysand to winnow my soldiers away and plant some mysterious scents to throw us off.”

Cassian flashed him a savage grin. “We’re allies, remember?”

You could suddenly breath when Eris' attention shifted on Cassian and gave him an identical smile. “Always.”

Cassian couldn’t stop himself. “Maybe you made your own soldiers vanish, if they even vanished at all, and are just making this up for the same bullshit reason you just spewed out.”

Eris chuckled, and something inside you stirred. How many times had he been accused of being the villain? How many times people had pointed at him? He seemed so used to it, even when it was clear that he was not behind the disappearence of his soldiers.

Jurian cut in, “There have been tensions amongst the humans regarding your kind. But as far as we know, as far as we’ve heard from Lord Graysen’s forces, the humans here have kept to the old demarcation lines, and have no interest in starting trouble.”

Eris uncrossed his legs, and you had to call all your self control to not stare at him. “I suppose this could be to sow tensions amongst us. To make us eye each other with suspicion. Weaken our bonds.”

"Who would do something so bold?" asked Cassian beside you.

There were only one person who still sought revenge, who still hold a grudge so big that would risk a war.

"Briallyn." you said darkly. Images of the day in Hybern flashed before your eyes, and you stared at the blooming fireplace, hoping to wash them away. "She was the one who demanded for me and my sisters to be put in the Cauldron." A shiver run through your spine. "The Cauldron turned her into a crone. I wouldn't put past her to have some kind of weird power."

"Powers like yours?" asked Jurian watching you carefully.

Your eyes slowly rose to meet his, and you gave at the human a ironic smirk. "No power for me anymore." You lied smoothly, as you had done for the past months. You showed your hands in the air, as to make a point. "When the Cauldron was broken my powers left with him. I'm a normal, boring High Fae now."

If they had rose the sleeves of your dress they would have found burned flesh all over your wrists. The only sign that your power still remained in you, needing to be leashed out as you pushed it down everytime. The burnings were its way to warn you that it could not be contained for much longer.

When your sisters had declared that their powers had gone away, you found the perfect excuse to never use it again. It was punishing you, though. But burning up instead of risking to kill someone you care about seemed the right prize.

"Gone, you say?" Eris' inquiring voice made your blood almost froze. He was the only one who had seen you using your power after the Cauldron had been broken. You had been foolish, driven by some internal desire that was only dangerous and wrong.

You met his eyes, and despite the terror you were feeling inside at the thought that he might calling you out, you rose your chin and showed him nothing of that.

"Pity." he said with his velvet voice. "It would have been curious to see what you would be capable of."

His smirk. His damned smirk. He remembered it perfectly, you could see it in his flickering eyes. And now he was toying with you, seeing how far he could push.

"Tell your father he can sleep sweet dreams." I said matching his smirk. "I won't be humiliating him again any time soon."

"I bet he will." murmured Eris while he brought a finger to his lips.

His movements were so casual, so calculated, but at the same time so sensual. Were you the only one who found him attractive in everything he did? You surely hoped not, otherwise you would need Maja to check on you.

“Send that shadowsinger of yours to track Briallyn,” Jurian ordered, his face grave. “If she’s somehow capable of capturing a unit of Fae soldiers, we need to know how. Swiftly.”

Cassian said to Vassa, “You really think Briallyn would do something like this? Be that blatant? Someone has to be trying to fool us into going after her.”

Apparently the other queens had left Briallyn alone, informed Eris, and that excluded the option of winnowing for the queen.

“You wonder who is capable of making a unit of Fae soldiers across the sea vanish? Who could give Briallyn the power to winnow—or do it for her? Who could aid Briallyn so she’d be bold enough to do such a thing? Look to Koschei.” said Vassa darkly.

Something about the name made even the fire going quiet. As Vassa explained thet Koshei was a Death Lord you couldn't stop yourself but thinking about how you could protect Nesta from them. It was clear that Briallyn wanted revenge on your twin, and if she dared to ask to a Death Lord for help then you should prepare better.

You looked over Cassian, a hint of worry flickered in your gazes, and he silently gestured for the two of you to go away and warn Rhys.

"Thank you, Vassa." You said kindly with a quick bow. "We'll return with more informations."

You did to follow Cassian when a voice stopped you. "Wait..." Lucien said tentately. You watched him over your shoulder raising an eyebrow. "How is she?"

You narrowed your eyes and lifted your chin. "How is your precious friend?"

The words found easily their marks and you could see the moment they hit Lucien as if you had slapped him. The point was clear, as long as he devoted himself to the male who sold you and your sisters, you would never spare him the misery of knowing nothing about Elain.

You walked out of that house without saying another word, and saw Cassian waiting for you with a wolvish grin. "Poor Lucien, having you as sister-in-law must be a nightmare."

You rolled your eyes, used to Cassian's teasing. "Elain doesn't want him. He will never be my brother-in-law, thank the Mother."

"Your sister might be the luckiest of the four of you." A warm, luring voice said behind you. "Lucien had always been a good male. Propably better that any of your mates will ever be."

You scoffed turning around and facing Eris. He was leaning casually against the wall of the house with his usual grin on his face. You hated how the moolight made him look like the sort of dreams that must be kept secrets, but mostly you hated how you noticed those kind of things.

"As far as I am corcened only two of my sisters have a mate, and I would choose Rhysand over Lucien anytime." You challenged him crossing your arms.

A shadow crossed his eyes, but he hide it quickly with an amused face. "I see why Rhysand sent you to babysit the new courtier, you are indeed charming." You heard the mock in his voice, and you wanted to talk back, to annoy him as much as he annoyed you, but he spoke to Cassian next. "What do you know?"

"As little as you." offered Cassian, watching him carefully.

Eris sniffed the night breeze, and smiled. "She couldn't be bothered to come inside to say hello?"

You understood immediately that he was talking about Mor, and something inside you twisted. You felt ashamed. Ashamed that after what he had done to Mor, the one who helped you with your new body, with your new home and new life, you couldn't bring yourself to be repulsed by him, as you should have been.

As Eris proceeded to tell about how his father was helping Briallyn and Koshei, about how he didn't want to reveal anything in front of Vassa and Jurian, but still revealed it to you, you tried hard to find the monster that everyone pictured him to be. To find the selfish, horrible male that no one trusted. But the only thing you saw was a heir who wanted his court to be better, to overthrow a cruel father.

But you were young, the people around you had known him for five hundreds years, surely they would know him better than you could ever do.

The fact that under the cold mask you could see a good male meant nothing. You were imagining it. It was his velvet, seductive voice that made you think those things, that made you believe things that weren't real.

“Stick to fighting battles, General. Leave the ruling to those capable of playing the game.” said lastly Eris to Cassian. Did it make you crazy the fact that despite everything you found him amusing? "And, Little Flame?" you eyes snapped up to met his, the pet name made your eyes widing a little for the surprise. "Careful to whom you share your secrets. While secrecy suits you, lies don't."

Then, he vanished.

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[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: SMUT, the forbidden quickie

Chapter Word Count: 3548

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A/N: ahhhhhhhh I finally wrote some spice! Sorry it took a while. This is a little tame I guess but we can work up to the extra lewd stuff

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Please read the below first:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 6

The following day rolled around quickly and before we knew it there was only an hour remaining until the auction house charity event. The disturbing events of yesterday were pushed to the back of my mind, the boys respecting my wishes on not wanting to talk about it. Sam told us over breakfast that he’d managed to access the auction house database and add our names to the guest list for the party, making it easy for us to attend without getting caught out as uninvited visitors. Now back in my room, I was rummaging through my duffel and pulling out my evening attire: a long black dress made of soft satin that had a slit up to the hip on one side. The neckline was a deep v-plunge and the dress was entirely backless.

“I guess no bra for me tonight then,” I mumbled to myself, also pulling out a clean pair of black lace panties and a pair of closed toe, VERY high black satin heels that had a neat little buckle on the ankle strap. I was already showered and my makeup was already done so I dropped my towel and slipped into the dress, pulling the thin straps over my shoulders. I followed by pulling on my panties, stretching the lace over my hips so it wasn’t visible through the slit in the dress. If you didn’t know any better, it would look like I wasn’t wearing anything at all. I sat on the edge of the bed and put on the heels, securing them in place before standing up and doing a few practice laps of the room - wearing shoes this high was not a common occurrence for me. I finished up by dusting my skin with the same perfume I wore yesterday, breathing in the pleasant smell before tucking the bottle along with my rouge lipstick into my little black clutch. I fussed over myself in the mirror for a few minutes when I heard a knock at the door. Pacing over I flung it open to greet the Winchester boys, and when I did I couldn’t help but do a double take over the oldest brother. I hated to admit it but he looked good. REALLY good. He was dressed head to toe in black: a slim fitted suit, shirt and tie, all of which seemed to flick something on in my brain. His suit jacket hung open and beneath it the shirt was clinging to his well defined torso, the top two buttons straining a little.

“You scrub up well, Dean,” I said to him, trying to sound pleasantly surprised. Instead, I think I sounded incredibly flirtatious. Dean didn’t seem to notice though as I watched his jaw slacken and his eyes flit over my body.

“Uhhh-um yeah, thanks,” he said, clearing his throat a little as he stepped aside to let me out.

“You look great, (Y/n),” Sam said, making such intense eye contact with me like he didn’t know where else to look, his cheeks glowing a little.

“Thanks Sam,” I smiled up at him before locking the motel room door and trying to ignore the fact that Dean didn’t say anything. Back to being an ass I see.

“So (Y/n), you’re with Dean. It should be pretty simple: get in, get the hair pain, get out. With that many people at the event, we don’t want to risk anyone getting hurt so I'll be ready and waiting outside with everything we need to destroy it and put the ghost to rest,” Sam briefed us before carrying on, “I’ll head back to our room to get everything and I’ll meet you there - you guys get going,” he nodded his head to Deans car which was parked out front. Dean said a quick farewell and headed out and I did the same, giving Sam a wave as he turned to leave.

I climbed into the front of the Impala, running my hands over the plush leather seat.

“You really do have great taste in cars Dean,” I said, looking around at the immaculate interior. He hummed in agreement, putting his arm over the back of my seat as he reversed out of the parking spot. Those top two buttons on his shirt were not going to last all night. I crossed my legs, getting comfortable for the short journey into town - the satin of my dress falling open and completely exposing my thigh to Dean. I watched him take his eyes off the road and fixate on my bare skin, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. Returning his eyes to the road I saw his chest rise as he took a deep breath, a small but deep groan emitting from his chest.

“You ok?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m fine,” he rasped.

“Ok… you’re acting strange though,” I said, leaning on the passenger side door to watch the street lamps turn on.

“Can you blame me?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

There was a few seconds of silence before he flicked on his cassette player and classic rock filled the car, bringing a smile to my ruby lips.

“Good taste in music too? I’ll be damned, you’ve got more of a personality than I thought.”

He scoffed a little before smirking, “there’s more to me than meets the eye sweetheart.” He looked over at me, green eyes piercing into mine with such intensity I suddenly felt a little warm. I looked away, quickly counting my lucky stars when I noticed we’d arrived.

Dean parked up and I reached for the door, however Dean stopped me from opening it.

“Wait,” his tone was authoritative as he reached a hand out to stop me, his rough fingers lightly grazing the soft skin of my thigh. Before I could even respond, he’d hopped out, slamming his door shut before striding around the front of the car to open mine for me. He held his hand out, which I grasped delicately and he pulled me to my feet.

“What was that for?” I asked, puzzled as he closed the passenger side door behind me.

“Just trying to keep up appearances for this shit-show,” he stated bluntly before he walked off ahead of me towards the front door whilst he left me to navigate the uneven cobbles in these death-trap shoes.

“Jerk,” I muttered under my breath, but he must’ve heard me because he turned around, sighed and held out his arm for me to take.

“Just ask if you need help,” he leaned in and said quietly, his face close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin. I sucked in a breath, which was a mistake as he smelt positively divine. He was filling my senses and I didn’t want him to.

We made it into the building with no trouble at all thanks to Sam’s hard work. The inside of the auction house was a grand spectacle indeed; with high ceilings, a chandelier made up of thousands of tiny pieces of crystal and two symmetrical mahogany staircases at the end of the entrance hall. It was busy, lots of people in expensive attire milling about and drinking equally expensive sparkly wine.

“Shall we get some champagne?” I turned and asked Dean, who chuckled slightly.

“You’re already more fun than Sam,” he said before whisking two flute glasses off a passing waiter and handing me one. We chinked glasses, laughing a little at how awkward all of this pomp and ceremony was for us before we both downed the expensive alcohol like shots. Dean winced slightly, handing his now empty flute back to the same waiter who gave him a concerned look.

“Aw damn, those bubbles - that shits wrong.”

“That’s because you’re supposed to sip it,” I laughed at him, placing my empty glass on an old polished oak sideboard.

“Then why did you neck it too if you knew?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at me. I shrugged.

“To be honest I don’t know - I guess I wanted to lighten the old-money mood in here.” He nodded, seeming to understand where I was coming from. After that fiasco we made our way towards the immense curved staircases at the end of the room, Deans hand occasionally touching my exposed back as he guided me in front of him, making me shiver involuntarily. We ascended, making our way up and past people who were at the top of the stairs, idly chatting and leaning on the bannister - not paying us any mind as we turned down a quiet corridor. We walked quietly, the hum of chatting remaining behind us as we made our way down the dim corridor, looking out for the room number Sam had given us.

“Room 19, room 19, room 19…” I chanted to myself searching every door until we found the right one. Coming to a stop, Dean quickly knelt down and pulled a lockpick from his pocket. I watched in fascination as he inserted the device, ever so gently manoeuvring it with a look of pure concentration on his face. I couldn’t stop myself from looking over at him whilst he was unaware; looking at those focused and hooded dark green eyes, slightly parted lips that he wet with his tongue and large muscled shoulders that were almost as wide as the doorway. I didn’t want to admit it, but God damn he was attractive. There was a click and he stood up quickly, pocketing the lockpick and opening the door, hurrying me inside. I walked gingerly into the room which looked like a mixture between a study and a museum. There were large bookcases spanning the walls, sideboards boasting an array of intriguing items, all contained in secure glass cabinets, and finally a large leather-topped mahogany desk in the centre of the room. This place smelt old.

I heard Dean close the door behind him as he paced in after me, immediately scanning the room.

“Right,” he said, his tone stern and authoritative, “you take that side and I’ll take this side.” I nodded, immediately scouring every surface for our haunted item.

We must’ve been looking for around ten minutes when Dean called me over.

“Do you think that’s it?” He almost whispered, pointing to an item that I would definitely have described as a jade hairpin.

“Yup,” I whispered back, leaning slightly closer to him so I could get a better look. I felt him draw a sharp breath in before sighing slightly. “Can you pick this lock?” I asked, ignoring his antics and sticking to the business at hand.

“Yeah give me a second and I’ll get it open,” he stepped in front of me. Not wanting to get in his way, I walked into the centre of the room to where the desk was and leant against it, looking around at all of the bizarre items. Surely there are some other haunted things in here other than what we came for. My eyes eventually landed on an old gramophone.

“Oh that bitch is definitely haunted,” I mumbled to myself right as I heard Dean pop the lock on the glass cabinet. I watched as he wrapped the hairpin in a square of fabric before shoving it into his pocket and clicking the cabinet closed.

“Mission complete,” he said, a slight grin on his lips as he walked to stand in front of me. That grin fell from his face though when suddenly there were voices outside the door and keys rattling in the lock. We hadn’t planned for this. He looked at me in a panic.

“Kiss me,” I blurted.

“What?”

“I have a plan: Dean just fucking kiss m-” it was like I didn’t have to tell him twice before he had a hand in my hair and his lips were on mine. My heart started pounding and his mouth was hot against my cool skin. I hummed, sliding my fingers up his chest to grip the lapels on his jacket, pulling him further in towards me. Before I could get sucked into whatever it was that I was feeling, the study door flew open and two older gentlemen in brown tweed suits walked in, stopping in their tracks at the sight of us.

“Good heavens! What are you doing in here?” One of them exclaimed. Dean turned his head to look at the men, a smirk on his face and I couldn’t help but blush furiously at the sight of my lipstick that was now smeared on the corner of his lips.

“So sorry gentlemen, the door was unlocked so we just let ourselves in. I hope you don’t mind…” I watched, my eyes widening a little as he lifted his jacket slightly, showing the gun that was tucked into his belt. The men’s eyes also widened and they backed up towards the door.

“Yes, yes! Of course you did! Please, take your time. Just…” the man paused, his eyes darting to the precious items on his desk, “please try not to make a mess - it’s all I ask.” And with that they both left as quickly as they arrived, closing the door behind them. I let out a sigh of relief, looking up at Dean.

“Thank fuck… Dean I’m so sor-” I didn’t have a chance to think as Deans mouth was back on mine; rough and needy. I sat in shock for a second before being pulled back to reality when Dean held the side of my face, his fingers sliding up to tangle with my hair. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him back, my mind racing and going blank simultaneously. His free hand ghosted up my exposed leg, touching so gently I could barely feel him. He soon decided though that gentle wasn’t working for him, and he gripped my thigh, his fingers digging into my soft flesh and making me gasp - his hands on my body were already working their magic as I couldn’t stop his name from leaving my lips.

“Dean…” I moaned. I can’t believe it - I had actually moaned his fucking name. He groaned into my mouth, obviously liking the sound of his name rolling off my tongue. Tearing his hand from my hair and gripping my other thigh, without warning and with rushed movements, he lifted me with ease so I was sat atop the desk.

“Wrap your legs around me darlin,” he said with a deep lustful tone against my lips. I whimpered involuntarily as I did as he said. He pried his mouth from mine and started to kiss elsewhere; my cheek, behind my ear… my neck. I ran my hands over his shoulders and up the back of his neck, running my nails over his scalp and making him shiver. I gripped his hair and yanked, forcing his head up. I locked eyes with him, his eyes no longer that brilliant green but now blown and black with lust. My own eyes were probably no different. His gaze fluttered from my eyes to my lips, and before I let him kiss me again I leant forward and pressed my lips to his throat, my tongue on his skin. It was his turn to moan as I reached a hand down and traced a finger up the hard weapon growing in his pants. His large hands moving from my thighs to my ass, gripping tighter than ever before as I seemed to be pushing all the right buttons. He slid me to the edge of the desk so my lace-covered intimates were pressing right against him, friction and pleasure commencing. I pulled my lips from his throat before tugging his face down to mine, instigating the finale. I spoke breathlessly over his lips, already craving the taste of him again.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what, Winchester?”

Dean practically growled, frantically fumbling with moving my dress aside. He hooked a shaky but skilled finger into my underwear, trying to pull it aside but the elastic wouldn’t allow for it. I began to tremble as his digits kept ghosting over my most sensitive area. He soon gave up with his first plan, and his second plan made my eyes roll into the back of my head. Dean pulled a large hunting blade from inside his jacket and slid the flat side against my skin and up my thigh until it was under the lace fabric. The ice cold metal made me shiver before he swiftly sliced the blade up towards him, cutting my panties to shreds as he repeated the motion on the other side.

“Fuck that was hot,” I panted as he put the blade away and captured my lips again, running his tongue over mine. I gasped suddenly when he dipped a finger inside me, curling it and caressing that soft, sensual cushion that was hidden away. When I moaned, he added a second finger, leaning away from me slightly so he could see what a mess I was beneath him. After a few moments of utter bliss, he pulled his fingers out, sticking them straight in his mouth.

“You’re fucking delicious,” he groaned, standing up straight to shimmy out of his jacket. I leant forwards, grasping his belt buckle, undoing it and pulling down his zipper. Slowly I reached in and pulled him out of his boxers, his rock hard manhood hot and heavy in my palm. He closed his eyes as I ran my thumb over the tip, guiding my hand up and down, up and down, again and again until he grabbed my wrist.

“Let go so I can fuck you ‘til you can’t walk,” he practically growled, making me weak. I leant back on my palms, watching as he lined himself up and then disappeared inside me in one earth shattering motion. My eyes rolled back and my lips parted as I locked my ankles instinctively behind his back, my heels catching on the gun still tucked into his pants. He started to set a rhythm as he fucked me into the desk, the wooden structure sliding back with every thrust he made. He had both hands firmly planted on the desk beside me and I gripped his forearms tight, my head starting to spin from the overwhelming pleasure. It didn’t help that Deans head had dropped into the crook of my neck and his heavy breathing was like music to my ears. He kissed the skin there softly, drawing a moan from my lips with the sudden tenderness. The pounding was speeding up, and he suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist, desperately trying to get closer - to get deeper. The need for release was building and I’d lost control of my voice; Deans name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. I pressed his lips to mine feverishly, his breath ragged as he managed to pant out;

“Shit, (Y/n) I’m so close… I’m gonna need you to cum for me…”

I whimpered at the sound of my name on his breathless lips and he let go of my waist, placing his large palm on my stomach and sliding it down until his thumb connected with that bundle of nerves.

“Shit-Dean-,” whining against his mouth I started to feel the tension in the pit of my stomach build - the feeling of him pounding into me and stretching me more than ever before combined with his thumb on the magic button was a recipe for a quick release. And Dean knew that. He was fucking me so hard now that the sound of wet skin on skin echoed around the room and the banging of the desk could surely be heard from out in the corridor- maybe even downstairs. That knot was tightening, and tightening, and tightening until:

“Fuck- Dean I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck,” was all he managed to groan before I shattered around him, that knot snapping and sending me into probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had. As I tensed up I pulled Dean over the edge with me and he buried his face into my neck, breathing heavily and cursing occasionally.

We stayed like that for a few moments, regaining some clarity and returning to earth. He took a few deep breaths before standing up and pulling out, tucking himself back into his pants and doing up his belt as his cum dripped down my thigh. He couldn't seem to look away, even when he reached for his jacket on the floor and put it back on.

“Stay there,” he said finally, disappearing behind some shelves for a second before returning with a box of tissues. He helped me clean myself up, tossing the tissues in the bin as we attempted to get rid of the evidence.

“Are you ok?” He asked sincerely, concern in his eyes as he offered me his hand. I smiled a little bashfully, placing my palm in his.

“I hate to admit it but I feel great.”

He helped me down off the table, placing a hand on my waist to help steady me on my still trembling legs. We both stood in a comfortable silence for a few moments before realisation hit us both and we looked at each other with wide eyes.

”Oh shit - Sam!”

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MHA chapter 426

4 more chapters until MHA ends and wow!!!

Honestly this chapter was mainly the conclusion of the todoroki family arc which I still hate how it played out and ended. The whole todoroki family NOT INCLUDING ENJI deserves so much better than what horikoshi gave them.

Hawks is the new HPSC leader?!?! I feel like the system should of just been destroyed considering how much it hurt everyone and hawks by no means has any proper character development to take this role. Hawks hasn't really broken down his flawed beliefs or truly developed from his mentality that ended up getting one of the most redeemable league of villains members aka twice killed. Also he barely reflects on his actions and all of this feels so underwhelming and unprepared for.

Todoroki family deserves better. The ABSLOUTELY vile ending the todoroki family received is horrible like I really feel like they should just runaway and live in a house without endeavour and actually take up on endeavours attornment bs. Like the only one who gets it is natsou who has every right to live with his girlfriend and keep her far away from that environment and oh my Rei deserves so much better both narratively and by the fandom.

Enji still sucks. Yeah I can't lie nothing this man can do can make me like him and it doesn't help that hori has written all of those retcons to humanise him and make him pitiful. I feel like when it came to the todoroki family arc enji took on a whole lot of screentime WHICH HE SHOULDNT OF!!! That should of gone to shoto and the rest of the family and an easy way to fix it is to simply have killed enji in the first war arc (as was initially planned but hori changed it later on) ALSO I SAY LET TOUYA REST AT THIS POINT!!! having him just mechanically alive and stuck is horrible honestly I think that death is much more of a merciful fate for him at this point.

So lady nagant chose to go to jail?!?! Her reasoning for it is actually so sad though and it really shows how much hero society traumatised her. Like the woman didn't want to be free so she can't be used by anyone and would rather spend time in prison over it. I wish that she was hawk's mentor from the begining because the vibe those two give is absolutely amazing and it would enhance the parallels and relationship they have if they were. Honestly I hope hawks actually does a good job but Iam still all for the destruction of hero society and I doubt hawks is actually going to reform it properly also the hero society is so deeply flawed that I don't think there is a proper way to reform more like just scratch everything out and start fresh.

Spinner is back. I hope I don't see him have a breakdown when he realises what happend to the league because I can't handle that. Also that begs the question I thought that spinner had become somewhat brain dead after all he's been through so how did he turn back from being a giant nomu?

I can't handle the sibling angst too bad that touya and shoto didn't have a better arc. The whole shoto trying to know touya better and him revealing that soba is also his favourite food softens my heart. In another universe where enji doesn't get a redemption touya gets one while justice is served to the todoroki family.

Gentle criminal and la brava getting justice. (The only good part of the chapter fr)

in conclusion this chapter was horrible if we look at it from a story perspective due to how badly MHAs already established plot points and themes are handled!!!

Also what happend to the random character in the last chapter!!! I hope we get closure on that soon

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 17

This is the last chapter of this story. I do have the sequel halfway written and it will be most of the way, if not all the way done before I post the first chapter.

It's called "Everything I Ever Wanted" and will be four chapters, each based on a part of Steve's new life I wanted to highlight. Retirement, Steve's charity, the bonding and mating, and the birth of their first child and the fallout with his parents.

I will still keep the Glitters tag list for the sequel. I wouldn't normally, but it's such a little thing, it's just easier that way. If you want to be taken off the list for the sequel, let me know.

Here is Steve's happily ever after. As it should be.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

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Steve hated his heats before, but he loathed them now. Now he had an alpha he wanted to share it with, only they weren’t allowed to.

It was only a mini heat to clear out a minor faux bond and would barely last twenty four hours, but they would be the most miserable twenty four hours of his life and that included the twenty four hours after he learned he was infertile.

But Robin was the best handler in the business for a reason. The second his body temperature spiked, Xander and her got Eddie out and into her apartment, still in rut as he was.

Then she rebuilt Steve’s nest from scratch to perfection with the minor edition of Eddie’s handkerchief under his pillow.

The handkerchief plus, Eddie’s scent still sending out waves toward Steve’s apartment would help mitigate the absolute misery he would be in, but he still hated it.

Once all traces of the heat were out of his system, and his temperature going back to normal was Steve allowed visitors. Not even Robin was allowed inside his bedroom during his heats.

Though that was mainly because the poor omega was so pitiful and crying that a lot of handlers would be emotional wrecks afterwards.

Robin had made the mistake once when a heat came a week early due to some stress that was happening in Steve’s life and she was a sobbing mess the whole time he was in heat.

No one knew why the sight of an omega in heat drove betas to such an extreme emotional response, but the prevailing theory was that it was an evolutionary throw back to the pre-historic era so that betas would be moved to not take advantage of the omega in their most vulnerable time.

He showered and stepped out to his front room and smiled. Robin and Eddie were on the sofa waiting for him.

“Hey, princess,” Eddie murmured. “How are you feeling?”

Steve groaned and flopped down on the seat between the two of them. “Like I’ve been run over. The mini heats are the worst. Because you can’t prepare for them.”

“Especially since that was his first mini heat,” Robin commented dryly, “that automatically makes it worse.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t usually get mini heats?”

“Nope!” Steve said, popping the P. “Robin carefully curates my clients so that it’s never happened. I’ve experienced faux bonds before, the chemical bonding of scents instead of an actual bite bond. Those are common enough. But no, no mini heats for me.”

Eddie looked over at Robin who looked smug.

“Well that’s good then,” he said.

Steve nodded. He chewed on his lower lip and sighed. “I think we need to talk about the golden omega thing. It’s not possible, right?”

Robin and Eddie raised their eyebrows.

“Stevie,” Eddie said gently, “not only is it possible, it’s highly probable.”

Steve looked over at Robin and she nodded.

“Wait, what?”

“You don’t have to do anything about it now,” Robin said. “As long as you are a Starcourt escort you’ll spend your heats alone. And then if you want to get bonded to Eddie and have pups with him, walk away from the job and then mate.”

Steve went stock still as he mulled it over in his mind. Eddie and Robin exchanged concerned glances but stayed silent as Steve’s entire world view was shifted on its axis.

Starcourt had always treated Steve like he was special. It was one of the reasons his cherry popping was such a major event. His parents had sneered at the whole experience, but the agency had gone out of their way to make Steve feel safe in the process.

But to be a golden omega for real? And not just because Eddie wanted him to be special. Not that Eddie didn’t already think he was special, but this would cement how special Steve actually was.

He knew his parents would immediately come out of the woodwork to claim more money for being a golden omega, but it would also be the sweetest justice imaginable.

Because they could have gotten more from Steve’s omegahood and chose to throw him away like he didn’t matter. Only coming back when they needed more money.

“Explain it to me,” he whispered.

And they did. Robin leading the way with Eddie filling in spots where he thought Steve needed more clarity. When they were done Steve looked at Robin and said with tears in his eyes, “If I retire do I lose you?”

Robin’s lip quivered and she got up on her knees. She gently took Steve’s face in her hands. “No. Absolutely not. Yes, an omega escort has to be a handler’s top priority, but you are my best friend. My platonic soulmate, you’d have to murder me to get me to leave you. Do you understand?”

Steve nodded and then threw himself into her arms. Having to choose between the love of his life and his best friend would have been the hardest thing he would have ever had to do. But this made it easy.

They talked about it for a bit and ultimately it was decided Steve would retire when he turned thirty. It would give him a couple more years do a job he loved, but still give Eddie and him plenty of time to have pups.

“That’s a perfect solution,” Eddie agreed. “And I think the band will agree to a couple years break making music so we can all focus on our family lives.”

Steve’s omega chirped happily. Eddie chuckled and pulled him onto his lap. He nuzzled Steve’s scent gland and the omega chirped again.

“Look at you,” Robin said happily. “All content and comfortable. You just got every thing you could ever want, you lucky bastard.”

Steve grinned at her. “I am so blessed.”

Eddie blew a raspberry under Steve’s ear causing him to giggle.

“Eddie!” he protested, trying to push the alpha away, but Eddie did it again, this time on his cheek.

Soon they were wrestling and Steve ended up on the floor, looking up at a surprised Eddie.

“Rude,” Steve huffed as he got to his feet.

“Oops!”

Robin shook her head.

Eddie brought out Steve’s silly side and Steve let Eddie be himself. Apparently the universe knew what it was doing after all with these two.

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The next three years passed by in a blur.

Chrissy had become the star Steve always knew she was. But of course, that meant her ex-boyfriend and her mother found out about her leaving the convent.

Steve was actually there to witness their faces, purple with rage showing up at some event she was at. The alpha actress she was with had to call security to get them removed.

Chrissy released a statement through the agency that spoke of her love of the job, the religious abuse her mother had put her through, and the love she thought was eternal with Jason turning to ash when she found out she couldn’t bear his children.

She spoke of the love that the sisters had shown her when her mother had dropped her off at the convent against the wishes of her father and her own. About how half of her cherry price went to those same sisters who had protected her from the wrath of her mother for years.

She spoke about how she found her people with Starcourt Services. How she had good friends, made good money, and how her father had supported her every step of the way. And how the other half of her cherry price would always be waiting for her if she ever wanted to leave. Something that after some serious soul searching she knew would not be for a long, long time.

Chrissy’s story burst open a scandal that had been the Church’s best kept secret, that a third of the omegas that came to them after learning they were infertile were brought there against their will by religious extremist parents not wanting their omega child to live their own lives.

Max and Lucas finally announced they were bonding after Lucas played his first game in the NBA as the first omega point guard for the Indiana Pacers, having won their law suit.

With Steve retiring, Robin was going to be Chrissy’s handler. Robin hadn’t lasted with Vickie due to them wanting different things out of life. Robin loved her job, but Vickie wanted more of her time to be focused just on her, something Robin wasn’t willing to do.

Tommy had been kicked out of the agency after he had a very public fight with his ex-girlfriend, Carol. He was supposed to be escorting Billy Hargrove but had found him in a bathroom with known omega starlet, Heather Holloway, his dick in her.

Carol had thrown it in his face that he couldn’t even get wandering Billy Hargrove to stay still long enough. Tommy had thrown hands and Starcourt had thrown him out.

Last Steve heard he was working as a pre-school teacher, barely making a tenth the amount he was at Starcourt. But he had found an alpha and they were happy together, satisfied for the first time in his life.

Jonathan was pregnant with Nancy and his second child. Steve was actually happy for them when they announced it.

Eddie’s band was topping the charts and had done a couple of tours. Steve had missed him, but with work keeping him busy, they were able to keep up a healthy communication.

Elinor and Gareth had decided to bond. Elinor knew that she would never reach the heights of Steve or Chrissy so when the last of her cherry price had been paid, she left the agency to be a rockstar’s wife.

Steve couldn’t wait to spend his first heat with Eddie. What was even better was the fact that Eddie’s rut had synced up with Steve’s heat and everyone knew to stay away for that week.

Their bonding and wedding ceremony was the talk of the town, Steve and Eddie surrounded by all their friends and loved ones. The whole Party was there.

Steve had taken preemptive measures against his parents, knowing that they would try and get more money from him, once Eddie and Steve announced that they had gotten pregnant.

He had a protective order ready to spring into affect the moment they tried anything. Lawyers on speed dial, and security on standby.

He had the life he had always dreamed of. A soulmate who would bond him and give him the pups he so desperately desired, who loved and cared for him like no one in his life could match. Robin came close. Because of course she did. Maybe not more or less than Eddie, but different.

And when that first little one came to loving and adoring parents, Steve knew that regardless if Dustin was omega, alpha, beta, or infertile Eddie and Steve would love him and support him no matter where he chose to go in life.

And that was the perfect ending to Steve’s story, he thought. Eddie couldn’t help but agree.

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What if Danganronpa 3s Final Killing Game was structured like the former two? Plus a new cast roster without the dr1 survivors.

Cast:

Death order:

Explination for all chapters down below

As you can see for the cast, i changed up the 4 dr1 cast members into other dr3/dr0 characters, as i think it'd be cooler for others to experience them as well. Not to mention that i have next to no clue on how to implement them on the story. So yeah, no dr1 characters on this.

And for the death order and plot, I've decided to try and keep it more canon to the first two games, and trying to add that feel of dr3 future arc. I think i did a nice job, but ill let you guys be the judges

Prologue: So in this timeline, Sato, Natsumi's and Monokuma Maid's deaths never happened. The former two joining the Future Foundation as interns/recruits as they both have ties with some of the Remenants of Despair.

In here, Makoto is still charged for trial for saving the RR's so theyre witing for him and Aoi and Kyoko to come for it. Meanwhile, they also found Monokuma Maid, who told them she had ties with Junko Enoshima, being acompanied by another girl named Ryoko.

She herself doesnt seem to admit nor even know about Junko, but Monokuma maid INSISTS they capture her too, she makes a deal that she is willing to cooperate with them in exchabge they they comply with her request.

In this timeline, the attacks on the headquarters happen before Makoto and his gang shows up and the sleeping gas knocks out all 16 future players.

When they wake up, theyre all greeted by a familiar robot bear in the big television screen in the meeting room. He announces the final killing game will take place here, in the headquarters.

Chapter 1: Luckly, this time the location isnt as run-down and filled with rubble, so there are still peopwr acomodations like food and resources. The participants decide that the meeting room should be the cafeteria and that once the nightime announcement hits, they shluld find a place with a lock door to sleep.

Kyosuke declares himself as the group's leader and begins to brainstorm ideas to get out of here. Though most people are okay with it, people like Natsumi and Ruruka are not, complaining that they didnt have time to discuss it. This would spark an argument with not only Sato and Natsumi, but also seiko and ruruka, with Juzo and Izayoi having to end them.

The bracelets are still active in this timeline, though they serve a different purpose, as most motives will now be shown in them for privacy reasons and will be a replacement for the monopads.

Though i have to admit... i have no idea how motives will play a role in pretty much any of the murders... so if you guys have any ideas, comment them! Id love to heard them.

Anyways, murder time! Tengan is our first victim, i mainly chose him as the first one as thats kind of a trend with first victims, with them playing a part later on in the game, both literally and figuratively. And surpise! Ryota kills him, he personally gives me a chapter 1 killer with someone thats so desperate to get out and while still a wimp, can probably still kill someone ff they truly intent to.

Chapter 2: After the first trial, things are starting to look bad for Kyosuke, as he failed to save two people, one being the chairman and founder! So trust is looking flismy, and flimsy it is as Ruruka, izayoi and Natsumi all decide to go on their own and stop following his command. Even later on with Sato, Daisaku and Gozu leaving too.

Now with both of the reserve course enemies leaving, they actually start to get to know eachother and talk more often. As while thwyre out, theyre still following the orders of the division heads by keeping an eye on their hostages (IE: Ryoko and Monomaid).

This is where they, surpisingly, start to 180 their relationship, from hating eachother to the person theyre closest to in the KG. They bond over different stuff, like their hatred for Munakata, respect for Chisa, and their fondness over the people they care about the most with Natsumi and her brother and Sato and her(Girl)friend. They even respect on how they will do anything to protect and have the two be happy.

But ofc, this doesnt last long, as the second murder comes around with Monomaid being the victim and sadly, sato herself being the culprit. In this, you can have monomaid do n intentional Chihiro and make Sato go through the edge, and kill her out of anger. This can even be related to the motive in some sort with maybe something to do with RR mahiru!

In the trial, Natsumi is suspected to be the culprit, as she was the one in charge of Monomaid, but her and sato defend it, and eventually with a lot of heartbreak of knowing who it is, reveal that they switched partners for a while as M.M was getting tiring to Natsumi. This turned out to be a horrible idea as Sato has a harder time controlling her emotions and has anger issues.

After the trial, Sato explains this to everyone and gets executed, not before she tells Natsumi to make it out alive and reunite with her brother, and tell Mahiru to live her life to the best of her abilities.

Chapter 3: After the trial, even more trust has fallen off not just from munakata but from everyone. At this point, Gozu actually decides to form his own leadership, taking in people like Seiko, Bandai, Izayoi, Ruruka and Natsumi in with him. Leaving only Kyosuke, Chisa, Juzo, Miaya and Kouichi left. I like the whole group divided idea and i think chapter 3 is the best chapter to do this on as theyre still a lot of ppl, but we still lost players.

This ofc, doesnt last long yet AGAIN, as a fight between Seiko and Ruruka entails, with Seiko actually fatally injuring Ruruka, this is short lived as Izayoi does the same thing to Seiko, ending both of their lives. I had the idea of the trio ALL dying in chapter 3 for the mere idea of it being an opposite parallel to Natsumi and Sato, with the latter being able to solve their issues but the former wouldnt.

So yeah Izayoi is found guilty and all blames goes to Gozu from Gozu himself, as he wasnt able to save 3 people from his side. He dejectivelly leaves and disbands his group.

Chapter 4: At this point, no one trusts eachother anymore, so everyone decides to go off on their own or on their little groups. Chisa and Kyosuke is one of them, and with the help of Miaya though, theyre able to contact Makoto and the rest on the outside and explain the situation.

Makoto exclaims that when he and the rest arrived some time ago, no one was inside. They have been searching for them for days now with no progress. They even tried asking Monaca if she had something to do with it, but she denied it.

Now they were confused, on one hand they knew they weren't in the actual HQ's, but on the other, it looked so similar to it. They send off Makoto as the signal is starting to get worse again, with him exclaiming good luck to the rest, and to not let despair win over hope.

This was very hard to do though, as everyone was on their own now, and to top it all off, they introduced a new motive that separated them further, and could be proven deadly if another murder doesn't happen in the next few days. Both Kouichi and Daisaku notice this, and decide to do the worst to save the rest: make a murder.

I chose these two bc they were the most likely to sacrifice themselves for the group, and i wanted Bandai development so that he is more than just racist caricature. Kouichi was originally going to ask Gozu, but he was still dejected over chapter 3, so he went to the next best buff person here, Bandai.

Ultimatelly, they both go through with it, and Bandai is found as a victim and Kouichi as the culprit, before he gets executed though he gives everyone encouragement to continue and not let any deaths be in vain, and he then would actually break a rule himself so he would get the poison from the bracelet to kill him instead.

These words motivate Gozu enough for him to come back at 2x force, i could even see him removing his mask for the remainder of the game as a sign of change. And everyone goes back together.

Chapter 5: Im going to keep this one short, as i dont have much to say other than more progress on their location, more interactions and hope. And maybe even some moments outside the game with Makoto and the gang trying to figure out where they are.

I think the motive this time could actually be only for Juzo alone, and i think it ultimately ends up with his closeted homosexuality, maybe saying that if you kill someone, you can leave with Kyosuke and let everyone else die, but if you dont, he dies instead.

He instead decides to kill himself so that not only Munakata survived, but so does everyone else. Maybe he even leaves a note to the rest for everyone, but someone replaces it with a forged one so that the trial is more interesting. This mystery person is to be revealed later.

At the end of the chapter, everyone is going to avenge Juzo and the rest when Ryoko stumbles into the cafeteria/meeting room. Finally remembering who she was.

During the entire course of the game, Ryoko would gain back her memories little by little, some referencing Junko's memories very closely, the group was super cautious of her up until now. As she finally remember her true identity... she, all this time...

Was Kotomi ikuta? The Student Council Vice-president!? Yeah im going this route. I did mention not one dr1 character was going to be in the Killing Game, right?

Chapter 6: So Kotomi is alive and well! Why you ask? Literal reasons is that i wanted to include a student council member some way in this, and i liked the joke of Kotomi and Ryoko looking alike, so why not roll with it you know?

But in universe. So you know how Mukuro shot Kotomi before the games even started? Well it still happens here, but she shot her in a location that wasn't deadly, and then dragged her away only for then with the help my boy Yasuke, to convert her into Ryoko by storing away her own memories and over driving Ryoko's.

And since she was a key part on having KG's start, as she would def be a talk for the FF, they had Monokuma Maid join her and not the rest of the reserve course so that she ensures she too gets captured.

Now, why do this? Because Junko, since she has powers to predict it all, knew that she was the best red herring to everyone so that the real mastermind could do their bidding, that is? Chisa Yukizome herself, as a remnant of Despair.

She was the one that set up the KG, she was the one that set up the sleeping gas, and she was the one that made the forged note of Juzo's suicide. All of that because she was a remnant from the start.

She couldn't do it all alone though, so she consulted Tengan by turning him into one too, they worked together up until the beginning of the game. She realized his motives were to make despair to turn into hope, so she deliberately made it so he was the frist victim.

We also get the reveal of them being underground, right below the actual FF hq, and if an outsider tried to get in, it could very easily collapse on itself and kill everyone.

Everything was according to plan, up until we get out final true identity reveal, Robot Miaya who is being controlled by Monaca, yeah i kept this too. So Monaca was indeed controlling Miaya the whole time, and now she got bored of this game. So as typical Monaca, she turns Miaya into her robot killer form and begins to do a K1-B0. Eventually killing Chisa herself.

This commotion allowed the other FF members to escape with the help of Makoto and the others, right before the HQ crumbles into pieces, making Miaya our final death of the game and leaving us with four survivors:

The Great Gozu Kyosuke Munakata Natsumi Kuzuryu Ryoko Otonashi/Kotomi Ikuta

[reidsc0nverse]

A Rose by Any Other Name (Chapter One)

Summary: Reader has her first day at the BAU in training to take JJ's place on maternity leave. She gets comfortable around the office with the help of her father Davis Rossi and the other members of the team, especially one specific genius.

Warnings: None

AN: This is my first real try at this idea that's been collecting dust in my brain, so far this chapter doesn't have a whole lot and it's mainly intro to the character but yeah. Also reader doesn't have Rossi's last name fyi and she's taking Jordans place in season 4 but they're not the same I promise.

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   Well, I knew the time was coming, just not so out of the blue.

   I was training under the Communications Liaison of the BAU today, Jennifer Jareau, due to the fact that she's leaving for maternity leave soon. 

  It was only a matter of time before my dad, him being THE David Rossi, pulled some strings to get me to that spot despite me barely finishing the academy. I mean, I rocked it, but they usually want someone of more...experience in a position as such.

But here I am, walking through the doors of the bullpen and Jennifer walking up to me with a friendly smile.

"Ah! Agent Y/L/N, glad to see you," she said cheerily, holding her hand out for me to shake it.

"You too" I say returning the gesture and trying to keep my composure and maintain the same cheeriness as her, but failing.

"Nervous?" She asks, seeing through me with ease but continuing to keep her friendliness and walking me to her office.

"No of course not" I say sarcastically with a playful smile on my face as we enter in the room filled with a vast amount of case files.

She motions for me to sit across from her at the desk and laughs softly, "Don't worry, after your first couple of cases it gets easier..ish." 

"I just hate the part of the job that involves dealing with the press" I admit, with the stuff I've heard from my dad I can understand the stigma around journalists and outside sources.

"Tell me about it, but you'll get the hang of it, it's usually just repeating yourself after a while." She replies and we continue to discuss more about the details of the job and what I'm gonna have to do in the next weeks. 

"Alright enough of this, everyone should be here by now. I'll introduce you to everyone." She says and we get up and out where three agents stand talking.

"Hey guys, I want to introduce you to someone. This is Agent Y/N Y/L/N. She'll be taking over for me while I'm on maternity leave." She says and I smile at the three that Jennifer has described to me.

I go to shake their hands, "You must be Agent Prentiss, Agent Morgan, and Dr. Reid." They all return smiles to me, "Agent Jareau has told me so much about you all."

"La mia bambina!" I hear a familiar voice say as I look over to see my dad, his arms stretched out and pulling me as he kisses my cheek. 

"Hi dad." I say sheepishly, my face burning as the agents in front of me furrow their eyebrows. 

"Dad?" Prentiss says and continues, "Does your last name come from wife number 2 or 3?" she jokes and Morgan laughs in response.

My dad waves them off and looks back to me, "Training start today?" I nod and he holds me with his arm over my shoulder. "Yeah if you can let me go I can finally start" I joke with him and he lifts his arm in response.

"Yeah Rossi, I'd like to get her started with that." Jennifer says playfully as I wave once again to the others when she brings me with her to look over a case before bringing it to the team.

"I may have forgotten to mention that part to them," She says, looking at the file in her hand. "Oh, what? That Rossi's my dad?" I ask, her nodding and I continue, "No worries, I don't think he's ever even brought up having a kid. One that he knows about at least. We haven't been that close in all honesty." I explain to her. It's really no big deal to me, he wasn't very present in my childhood but as I've gotten older, he's put in a lot of effort to be a part of my life even if it's a little late. Hence, my place at the BAU.

We spend the next hour going over cases and she guides me on how they decide where to go and whether or not the risk of more lives being lost is prominent. Once we settle on one she lets out a breath, "Alright let's take a break, I need to stop staring at all of this" she says motioning to the abundance of cases on the desk. I nod in agreement smiling and make my way to the break room for a cup of coffee.

"Agent Y/L/N, right?" I hear someone say as they walk in. I turn my head and see the tall stature of Dr. Reid.

"Yes, yeah. Hi." I say, waiting for the coffee machine to finish brewing. He walks over and waits next to me with his empty mug. "But I don't really care about formal titles, you can just call me Y/N."

"Okay, Y/N. You can call me whatever, Spencer, Reid, I don't mind." He says gently and continues, "Rossi never mentioned he had a daughter. Let alone one coming onto the team."

"Temporarily" I remind him, but it's more to myself, "but I don't know how often he really wants to talk his personal life." I say lightheartedly and the coffee finally fills up my cup and I move over to let him use the machine.

Spencer shrugs and begins to make his own, "How long have you been in the FBI?"

At this I get nervous to respond, you can be as young as 23 to get into the FBI, but the BAU needs prior experience. But of course, my dad rushed the process some. "Well, uh, I kind of just finished the academy. I'm only 24 so there hasn't been much room for familiarity."

He looks at me with a slight surprise in his face, "Really? I mean if it makes you feel any better I started here as soon as I could. So in reality, you don't need all that much prior experience in the FBI to work here."

"Aren't you like, a genius though?" I laugh, Jennifer did tell me that about him.

He laughs and nods, "Well..you know what I mean. They make exceptions."

"Yeah, I suppose"

"Are you interested in profiling?"

"I only just recently figured that out." I laugh and explain further, "Psychology has always intrigued me and that's what I majored in, so once my dad figured that out he kinda shoved me into this field." I say, doing an exaggerated push motion absentmindedly.

He smiles and nods, "I think you should go for it, after this whole liaison thing of course, I wish you luck." He says and waves as he walks out. In that moment I can feel my face flush slightly, it wasn't that big of a deal but I guess I just wasn't expecting that sort of kindness on my first day.

I shake my head slightly and walk back to where Jennifer and I previously were.

She was already back on her side of the desk and reading a file, looking up she points at my cup, "Good thinking" she smiles and I take my seat again.

"I'd hate to think about how much coffee is drank in this building." I joke.

"Probably enough to supply a small country." she laughs and goes on, "Alright so I think you're pretty much all done for now, I don't think you'll be able to join us on the case but you can just get yourself used to the team if you want."

I nod and the day goes by with loads of 'how to's' around the office and in the perks of Jennifer's job. Sooner than later I get to go home and I get my stuff packed up and walk in the elevator.

The doors start to close but before it shuts completely, I see Spencer rush towards the elevator and I hold them open for him.

"Sorry- sorry." He says awkwardly as he gets in next to me. "How was your first day?"

"It was new. That's for sure. Just a whole lot of information on what I need to do." I say, fidgeting with my hair slightly.

"I'm not sure how much I can do, but if you need anything I know anyone on the team will help" He reassures me, and i smile back. "Thanks, really. I appreciate it."

"Of course." He smiles and the elevator opens up leading to the parking lot. "I'll see you later." He says and I smile back walking to my car.

I can feel the pink in my cheeks when I sit in the front seat and drive home.

I think I'm gonna like my time here.

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okay chapter two will be out sometime between today and next week I hope y'all like it so far ik it's not a lot but give it some patience lols

[pocksprincess]

Chapter 4 - Don't Clean Your Windows

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Obito Uchiha x f!reader

Modern AU, obi still has scars, pining, reader embarasses herself (it's kinda cringe tbh but this whole story is in a romcom kinda way soooo), reader has daddy issues but she's pretty well adjusted, reader does not find neji hot soz, unhinged group chat between co-workers

Word count - 1419

Beta baddie - @dabilove27 ty my sweet love <33

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The rest of your week flies by uneventfully. You only see Obito in passing, when you leave the house in the morning and return home in the evening, but he actually returns your little waves of greeting now. The small gesture fills you with far too much warmth.

Your second week on the job was a little more relaxed. You know how the practice runs now and after meeting Neji, your final introductions are complete. But the best part is that you've become fast friends with both TenTen and Sakura, even creating a group chat that you all take turns filling with nonsense. 

Today is Sakura's day. You are gathering up your many supplies to finish cleaning the upstairs rooms when your phone chimes from your pocket. You catch a message from the ‘girlies’ group chat as you pull it out, balancing your bucket of cloths and spray bottles on your thigh, as you unlock your screen:

Sakura-chan🌸: so do we think daddy yams is cute? 

You snort in disbelief and put down your supplies in favour of seeing where this particular question ends up leading to. 

You: Sakura, please stop calling him daddy. One of these days you'll let it slip at work, ya big creep

Sakura-chan🌸: not a chance. yeah, but he's cute. in that tired dad way?

You laugh under your breath (she's relentless) and plop down on the stairs to get comfy, too lazy to walk to the living room, and knowing full well that if you sit down on the sofa you won't get up again until dinner.

🖤TenTen🖤: Total dilf! Or I guess an honorary dilf

You: Lmao

🖤TenTen🖤: Got that “i'll provide for you” vibe going on

🖤TenTen🖤: What about Neji though? 

Sakura-chan🌸: see! daddy's provide, tenten agrees! i still think sensei is hotter though

You: NOT NEJI

🖤TenTen🖤: Sakura nooo, Guy practically raised me 🤢

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: neji is gorgeous!! 😍 

You: lmao sakura did you really just change your name

🖤TenTen🖤: You can't deny Neji is 🔥 just because he told you off the other day

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: what!! bet he's lonely, i can keep him company <33

You: Ew no, Neji is the dad I never had. And not in the hot ‘daddy issues’ way…before you even chime in Sakura 🚫🙅‍♀️

🖤TenTen🖤: looool sakura is down bad for neji

🖤TenTen🖤: thought you were in love w that friend of naruto's, the emo guy

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: he pissed me off so i’m looking at other options 

You: Yeah, cuz that will last long…

🖤TenTen🖤: LOOOL the truth has been spoken 

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: it's not my fault my type happens to be the ones who don't care if i exist 

You stifle a snort into your hand. Sakura is insatiable and TenTen only encourages her degenerate ass. Not that you are any better, honestly-gawking shamelessly at your shirtless neighbour most mornings.

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: our newest member has avoided commenting on the hotness of our bosses 👿

🖤TenTen🖤: that's becuz she's too smitten with her sexy neighbour 👅🍆💦

You groan audibly, it's like TenTen sensed what you were just thinking about, and now your stupid heart is racing more than it should at just the mention of him. You never should have told TenTen about Obito, she is the world's worst tease.

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: sexy neighbour got you whipped! NEED PICS 📸🔥

You: omg I hate you both 

You: PICS OF WHAT?!

🖤TenTen🖤: 🍆 pics

You: I'VE SPOKEN TO HIM ONCE 

Mrs Sexy Neighbour💋: just take a pic of him when he isn't looking, you said he runs shirtless, right? 😈

🖤TenTen🖤: Yeah and you bought him wine!! Such a come on, can't believe you didn't get his #

You: SAKURA NO

🖤TenTen🖤: that's called stalking 

🖤TenTen🖤: get help @/Mrs Sexy Neighbour

🖤TenTen🖤: horny jail 4 you

You: y'all are WILD

Mrs Sexy Neighbour💋: how can we believe you about his hotness if we don't have evidence?? gimme his name, i'll find his socials 

You: And that's my cue to leave! 🏃‍♀️

Clicking the off button, you shove your phone back into your pocket just as a barrage of pings assaults your ears. You pick up your bucket, face flaming with embarrassment, and shake your head as you make your way upstairs-those girls need a time out and housework doesn't do itself.

After doing a deep clean of the bathroom and vacuuming the carpets, you are now tackling the grimy windows in the spare room-preparing the space for your mother's visit next month. And it just so happens that from your vantage point you have a direct line of sight into Obito's backyard.

You can see him squatting in the dirt with a trowel in hand (and fully clothed this time, much to your disappointment) as he tends to his garden. You had a sneaky look at the beautiful blooms and array of vegetables and fruits from your bedroom window not long after you moved in. After meeting the mountain of a man himself it surprises you he has such a green thumb.

Although, when you think about it further, it oddly suits him. You definitely picked up on a vulnerable and sensitive side to him during your chat. It shocks you that such a blatantly attractive man could be so bashful and reserved. You initially assumed his brusque and uninterested demeanour was that of an overly confident and self-assured individual. What's the saying your mother used to always tell you? Something about the more beautiful the man, the more arrogant he is.

But how wrong you were. You suppose a man that heavily scarred has his fair share of insecurities (not that he needs to, in your opinion). He is not what you expected at all and it only piques your curiosity. 

You can't help but watch him tend to his plants in his comically small gardening apron. He clearly enjoys the hobby, otherwise why would he be out there in the mid-afternoon heat working so diligently. A few seconds more and you begin to feel like a creeper, watching him without his knowledge, so you forcefully avert your gaze to the task at hand.

You need to clean the outside of the glass, something you've been avoiding doing for fear of your clumsy ass falling out of the window. But no one else is going to do it, so with a hefty sigh you roll up your sleeves and twist the handle. And…the jamb is stuck from misuse. 

Leaning over the windowsill, you place your hands against the glass and throw all your weight behind the push you give it. The window flies open with a loud crack as it comes unstuck, followed by a thump as its extensions reach their limit. You shoot forwards with the momentum, half hanging out the window as you desperately grip onto the handle for dear life.

You barely manage to stifle the surprised screech that rises in your throat, and with a horrific realisation, you chance a glance into Obito's garden. And of course he is watching you, face a picture of shock and concern. 

You grimace at the unlikeliness of the situation playing out around you and offer an awkward smile to your concerned neighbour-letting him know that you are unharmed, but most certainly an idiot. He raises a hand at you tentatively, a funny look crossing his face, and you don't know whether to laugh at the expression or slap yourself in the forehead for embarrassing yourself in front of him. This is definitely going to colour his impression of you.

With some effort, you manage to hoist yourself back into the room and on solid flooring. You poke your head back out the window, safely this time, and hold out the old t-shirt you are using as a rag (as if that explains everything) before rubbing it against the window pane in demonstration. 

"Just…cleaning my windows!" You holler, voice carrying across the space between you. 

"Oh. Okay!" He shouts back, confused at your admission, and you just about die on the spot. You offer another wave before ducking your head back inside and covering your flaming cheeks with your hands.

You couldn't make this shit up even if it was a cheesy romcom movie. You abandon your task and jog downstairs to your kitchen in shame where you hastily prepare yourself a glass of iced tea. Time for a break, you think.

You pull out your phone and open up the chat:

You: guys, you will never believe what just happened 🙃

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How Much?! - Just Us Chapter 3

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Word Count: 1644

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The elevator ride was calm compared to the car ride, Wanda was lent against me with one arm wrapped around mine and the other holding my bicep of the same arm. Her head was leaning against my arm just below my shoulder, now I could take in how tall I was compared to her, a relaxed smile on her face as we both looked at one another through the reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator. 

I also don't feel like slamming her up against the wall and making her cum once again. I think she feels the same, as she seems more relaxed than when we were in the club and the car. Maybe I should offer her a drink and chat before anything else. No, I will offer her a drink, and we will do this at her pace. She has never been with a woman before...well now she has...but I want to make sure she is comfortable this whole night. So her pace.

"Penthouse suite?" Wanda's gaze moved from looking at me to the sign in the elevator letting us know we had arrived.

"Uh, yeah this is my floor. Well two floors." I shuffled on my feet a little, I always hated showing off my wealth too much. Nothing screams rich fucker like a 2 story penthouse at the top of an already expensive apartment building practically made for the richer people of New York. 

"Do you mind me asking what job you have to be able to have a two floor penthouse?" Wanda's voice wavered a bit trying to gauge what I would do. 

The elevator bell dinged, the doors opening straight into the entrance hall. And before you think 'oh surely anyone can access the penthouse then'. No. The building has an interface system where you have to have a key card, or if you're like me and sometimes forget your key card, a password as well to be able to access past a certain floor. However, even then the cards and passwords are linked to a particular floor number so you can't access anything but yours. The only way someone could possibly get into my pent house without any of that is with a guest password, and each one of those is different so you know who accessed your place and when.

Pretty neat if you ask me. My friend Tony Stark came up with the idea when building this place, making sure I specifically got the top floor and allowed me to design my penthouse myself. He is a good friend.

Anyway, back to Wanda's question.

"No, it's fine. I am a business woman, CEO of a tech company that works in the medical field and also a partner in my friend's tech business." 

"Wow, so earning the big bucks." I stifle a laugh.

"Yes, something like that. Drink?" I pull her to the kitchen area where I have a large wine fridge and then another fridge with beers and other alcoholic beverages in it.

"Red wine please." Wanda makes herself home on one of the stools at the kitchen's island. 

"Any preferences?" I turn with the best two bottles of wine I have holding them up to her. "Château Ausone 2003 or Château Lafite 2010?"

"I don't know. I've never had either before. Whatever you think is best for tonight." She looks like she wants to ask another question as I open the Ausone.

"You can ask me Wanda." I turn around with a wine glass in hand passing it off to her, as she looks slightly confused about how I knew.

"How much does a bottle of Ausone cost? Because you opened it like it wasn't that much. I mean it sounds posh and expensive. Sorry it doesn't matter." She takes a sip of her drink to stop her rambling. 

"It's okay Wanda I promise. You're allowed to ask these questions, you're just curious I get that." 

"Okay well how much does it cost?" She asks with a cheeky grin on her face. 

"That one is the St Emilion Grand Cru. So roughly $1200 a bottle." I hear Wanda choke slightly at my answer, but she quickly covers her mouth recovering from her momentary choke.

"Sorry, but that's more than my monthly rent. Wow. It definitely tastes like a $1200 bottle of liquid courage." She then takes another sip, now obviously savouring the drink.

"Well you can't blame me for that one. It was a gift, it's been sitting there a while. So why not treat you to it." I raise my glass to my mouth watching her reaction. 

"Oh so this is your saving for a rainy day wine?" She jokes.

"Exactly. I had no one to share it with till now, so I thought fuck it, otherwise it will never get drunk otherwise." She hums in response. "Any other questions for me princess?"

"Why the name princess? Also is it rude if I ask how much you earn a year? I mean I'm just curious, you know, expensive wine in a two story penthouse. You have to be bringing home the bacon right?" Wanda places her empty glass on the counter, and I move to top it up again as I think of an answer. 

"I don't really know. It was the first thing to pop into my head when trying to fluster you, which worked by the way." She blushes slightly as I continue. "I mean I don't call anyone princess, never have. It just seemed fitting. And as for how much I earn, are you sure you really want to know?" 

"Hmm, I mean I don't have a name for you. You're just y/n. Why? Is it a lot?" Wanda tilts her head in question. 

"Y/n is just fine. I don't need to go by anything else. Define a lot. What is a lot of money for you Wanda?" 

"Well I have a 2 bedroom apartment that costs me around $1000 a month. I'm not poor in that sense of the word, I always have spare money and savings and my salary is decent. But a lot would be...I don't know...let's set the benchmark at $500'000." I finished off my glass of wine, liking my lips cleaning them of wine not missing Wanda's eyes darting down to watch the movement.

"Then I earn waaaay more than alot. Like I asked before, are you really sure you want to know?" This time I tilt my head in question.

"Can I guess? And then you say higher or lower?" She shuffles on the stool excitedly at the prospect of the small guessing game.

"Of course go ahead."

"Uhmm a lot more than $500'000 so 1.2 mil?" I point my finger upwards to indicate it's higher. "2 million?" Again I point upwards. "5 million?" 

"Much higher." 

"12 million?" 

"Multiply that by five." It takes no longer than a second to do the Maths.

"60 million! A year? Holy shit!" 

"I make anywhere between 60 to 85 million. However, I put a lot of it back into the company and help start up small businesses and of course give to charity." 

"So what do you indulge in? Because every millionaire has something they spend lots of money on. So spend money on houses, cars or even islands? So what is y/ns favourite thing to spend money on?" 

"I am a car person myself, but I tend to buy rust buckets and fix them up myself. Of course I have luxury cars and that but they are more for formal events just for publicity and all that, my PR team seems to think it helps the company and so on and so forth. But in all honesty I like treating my friends most if all. What would you spend the money on if you had that sort of income?"

"I would love to say the same as you. You know, help others in need, give to smaller businesses and friends and family. However, if I jump from my salary to your salary I am spoiling myself first. Car, house, the whole nine yards." We both laugh at her honesty. "Now though I think I'm done with the small talk." Her voice is low, her pupils dilate as she speaks.

"Yeah and what have you got in mind princess?" I lean closer to her whispering in her ear, a shiver going down her spine.

"I think we should take this to the bedroom." Wanda sighs when I start nibbling at her ear.

"Oh yeah? And what do you want to do once we are there princess?" I move my hands to her thighs slowly moving them up and down.

"You tell me?"

"Well princess. I am going to make this the best night of your life. You're going to be screaming my name so loud you forget your own, your legs squeezing around my head as I bring you so much pleasure you won't be able to feel them in the morning. I'm going to find every little spot that sets you off and leave a beautiful purple bruise on them to remind you of how I made you feel." A small fuck leave her mouth, her legs closing slightly to gain some form of friction as I speak. "So princess, are you ready for me to take full control of you tonight?" 

"Fuck. Yes. Please. Just fuck me already." 

"I have your complete consent?" Just got to double check to make sure it is truly what she wants.

"Yes, now please fuck me y/n." 

"What's the safe word?"

"Red." 

"Good girl." A low groan leaves her lips as I pull her off the stool, her legs wrap around my waist as I start to carry her out of the kitchen. 

Tonight is going to be fun.

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[masterjedilenawrites]

In Other Words: Chapter 4

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Hux x fem!reader | 2k words

Content warnings: Cursing, discussions of death/killing, Hux being generally awkward 🥁

Note: What do you mean it's been 16 months since the last chapter? *insert Jennifer Lawrence meme here* 😭

Your first official day on the job as Hux's personal assistant was rough... to say the least. Armed with nothing but your access badge and a vague idea of what these rounds should entail, you fumbled through the entire ordeal, starting by getting lost trying to locate each department's headquarters and ending on sour notes with each of the department heads, half of whom didn't believe Hux had a new assistant already, and the other half clearly fearing the man too much to give any honest or genuine answers. Either way, you didn't have any information worth putting into a report, and your fears of being the next assistant in an apparently long line of failures seemed that much closer to coming true.

And so that's how you ended up in a supply closet at one in the morning with your best friend.

You were still upset with her, of course, but you needed to be with a familiar face. Hear a familiar voice. Preferably one that didn't recite some fake platitudes or snidely dismiss you. Nat may have been a little insane, bringing you here, but you knew she still cared. In her own way.

"Fuck them," she said. You leaned against shelves on opposite walls of the only private space you could find on short notice, a supply closet down the hall from the maintenance bunks. Both of your arms were crossed, the one sign there was any lingering beef between you.

"Fuck all of these motherfuckers," she kept going. "Fuck General Hux, fuck the interrogation droids, fuck that technician prick who stole my socks this morning..."

"Fuck Sergeant Beloch?" you asked with a knowing look.

"Not yet," Nat threw back a salacious smirk.

You didn't have the energy to roll your eyes but your face must have still shown your lack of amusement.

"Hey, I really mean it. Fuck 'em all."

You made yourself swallow and choose your next words carefully. "Interesting perspective to have, given the fact you chose to come here."

Nat was silent. Her eyes were trained in your direction but you could tell she wasn't really looking at you. She was lost in her own head, a place she hated being in but couldn't help traveling to every so often, usually because you made her. Sometimes she came out of it even more wild and angry, other times it made her realize a few important things. You wondered what it was going to be this time.

"I know you're expecting an apology," she eventually said, her eyes refocusing onto yours. "But I'm not giving you one. I did the right thing. I saved our lives."

"You made us bow down to the enemy. You do know that's what our friends and families saw, right? We could've died standing our ground and instead--"

"I didn't make you do anything," she spat back. "You were more than welcome to make some heroic last stand or whatever on your own. But you didn't. You went along with my plan, and that was your choice."

"Like I was going to abandon you."

"And like I was going to let you die."

You were both silent now, staring at each other as you realized that while each of you fully understood the other person, you would never agree with their choice.

"We can't just fuck them," you finally whispered, getting back to the original topic. "We have to work with them."

"Or work to undermine them." Nat pushed off of her perch and started pacing around the small supply closet, pretending to be interested in some of the items on the shelves.

You, meanwhile, couldn't help but look behind you in paranoia, as if Hux himself was on the other side of the wall and listening in on everything.

"Think about it," Nat continued. "We're on the inside, surrounded by intel everyone else can only dream about. If we can just find a way to transmit it, or get ourselves off this bloody ship and tell the Resistance directly...."

"That's so dangerous," you shook your head. "If we were caught..."

"We'd be killed." Nat turned back around to face you with a look that dared you to challenge her. "Which, if I recall, was what you preferred to have happen anyway."

You bit your tongue, literally, to keep yourself from responding to her charged comment. Barely a minute into this unspoken agree-to-disagree arrangement and you were back at it again. If Nat wasn't willing to let it go, you would have to. For the sake of both your sanity's. And your lives.

"Why do you think Hux asked to have one of us be his assistant?" you decided to take a different approach. "Don't you think he, or anyone else who knows about us for that matter are watching? Waiting for us to give any hint that we're spying?"

Nat shrugged, already bored now that you weren't putting up the fight she wanted. "Nothing like a good challenge. Besides, it's not like you have any other options here. You either beat them or join them. Up to you."

She made for the door, pausing with her hand hovering by the control panel. Her shoulders lowered slightly and she looked back over at you with an odd look.

"Whatever you decide, we're in this together. Right?"

You realized she was worried. Maybe even afraid. Your fearless friend, always diving into the deep end without ever testing the waters, acting first and justifying herself later... and yet, she still needed a friend.

You just wished she could see you needed one, too.

"Of course," you said.

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Hux rubbed at his jaw as he marched down to the bridge. Somehow the stiffness there had started feeling more painful than his persistent headaches. It would be annoying if he didn't have so much else to deal with.

Snoke had given Ren a fucking fortnight to investigate who had given him bad intel. That meant up to two weeks of unrestricted access to everything and everyone on the ship. And considering how Ren had removed his helmet just to show off the self-satisfied smirk on his ugly mug, Hux was certain the asshole would milk it. Take his time. Start with the least suspecting officer and pick them off one by one, just to get under Hux's skin.

Well, Hux wasn't going to have it. Not this time. No, he'd conduct a little investigation of his own. He suspected ineptitude; one of the junior officers who were always too eager to run with the first promising lead before fully vetting it out. All he'd need to do was offer leniency, at least more than they'd get from the rabid Force user, maybe threaten their careers just a little bit, and he'd get a confession much sooner than Ren.

To give himself even more of a head start, he'd also do a quick sweep of their work stations, just in case the offender was even more dumb about it and left behind some evidence. A downloaded file. An improperly deleted message. Heck, a handwritten note with coordinates to Clonu wouldn't be out of the question. Idiots always left behind breadcrumbs, and Hux always sniffed them out.

Even in the middle of the night in his pajamas.

He was a few turns away from the bridge when he ran into his assistant. He couldn't help his sudden intake of breath just as she let out a surprised gasp of her own. They stood a few feet apart in stunned silence for several agonizing seconds.

"What in hells are you doing?" Hux, of course, was the first to break, having every right to reprimand given the circumstance. She self-consciously clutched at the sweater she had wrapped around her standard issue nightclothes; Hux pulled at his own cloak, even though it was already covering most of his black silken pajamas.

"I was visiting my friend, sir" she said around a gulp.

"In the middle of the night?"

Her eyes lowered, though it seemed more out of embarrassment than fear. He wasn't catching her in a lie, he didn't think. Still, with everything going on, a wandering assistant with unknown motives was the last thing he needed.

"It's been hard to sleep, sir," she said in a low voice. Her eyes flicked back up to meet his briefly. He could probably guess at the meaning. Endless nights of interrogation. A stressful first day on the job. A bunk that was just uncomfortable enough. All of the above...

Hux rubbed at his jaw again as he sighed.

"Well... I still expect you punctual and alert in the morning, so... you'd better work that out."

He laughed internally while she nodded, oblivious to the irony of his words. He had been surviving years off an irregular sleep schedule. He wasn't sure anymore if it was his anxiety or spite that kept him going.

What kept her going? Her friend? Her mysterious reasons for being here?

"Yes, of course, sir."

"General," he grumbled.

"General," she mumbled.

They stared at each other for a long moment. It wasn't so tense as it was... awkward. She wasn't leaving. Nor was he, but he had essentially given her a directive to go work out her sleep problem. Did he really need to formally dismiss her? She had interrupted him.

Hux couldn't decide if he felt angry or sick in this unpleasant moment. Had he made a mistake, letting this pair of defectors aboard? Making one of them his own personal assistant? Was the experiment more trouble than it was worth? He'd barely had any time to pay it attention, getting swept up instead by this asinine situation with Ren. An actual assistant, well-versed in Order ongoings and with clear motivations, would've benefited him greatly right now. He could delegate some of these tasks, shift the blame if he was ever called into question for it...

"Are you alright?"

Hux wanted to frown at the sudden question but found he already was. He hadn't noticed how deep into thought he'd gone. The woman had apparently taken his scowling silence as some sort of indication that he was not, quote, "alright."

And since he wasn't immediately responding, too busy huffing in annoyance and massaging his jaw again, she went ahead and kept speaking.

"I mean, you're also awake and...." She faltered, unsure of an appropriate word. She settled for gesturing at the random hallway they found themselves sharing and continued. "Is there anything I can assist you with?"

Hux stiffened. Had she read his mind? Gods, it was too late for such nonsense.

"No," he said curtly. "I'm..."

He was going to say fine but stopped himself from giving her the satisfaction. It was none of her business how he was, even if it helped her figure out how to fulfill her duties as an assistant. Which would've required her to be genuine in her inquiry. Which she wasn't. Most likely. Maybe.

"You're dismissed," he stated instead.

She gave a sort of sad, resigned smile and nodded. "Yes. General."

He didn't step out of the way as she passed so he caught a whiff of that awful soap they issued to the infantry. He wouldn't look after her but would wait until her footsteps petered out.

They did so only a breath later, causing him to look back after all. She had paused and seemed a little shy as she said one last thing.

"Press your tongue to the roof of your mouth."

He blinked.

She gulped.

"For your jaw pain. Press your tongue up, then open and close your jaw. It works for me, anyway. Until I can get a heat pack on it."

She gave a nod and then scurried off. Hux watched intently as she disappeared around the corner. After another beat, he finally forced himself to move, shaking his head to clear the perplexing thoughts about his assistant and reorient back to his mission. He sauntered off toward the bridge, cloak billowing behind.

Though when he next brought his hand up to his jaw, he paused and tried out the tongue technique instead. To his relief and chagrin, it worked.

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"Waiting For The Axe To Fall" - Warriors Concept Album fanfic (part 4/?)

Okay so this chapter is a decent bit longer than the others but there was a lot to fit. Mild canon-typical violence warning. Enjoy!

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Was Ajax the only enforcer in the entire city who legitimately had a job? Even with the wildly decreased number of missions Cleon was sending her on, was she the only one who was expected to do real work? Was she the only enforcer to actually act like an enforcer? Because if the stupid “pretty boy” Tombstone was anything to go by, she apparently fucking was!

Rembrandt and Sly were hanging out on a near weekly basis at this point. Ajax didn’t bring it up, no, because that would be petty and Ajax was a lot of things but petty was not one of them. She just found it a little weird that the other enforcer seemingly had nothing better to do than hang out with Ajax’s girlfriend, that was all. What, she didn’t have any of her own friends? Couldn’t spend time with her own crew? Ajax was certain she must have at least one romantic interest of her own if she was so jacked and so attractive that it warranted people commenting on it. Hell, Mercy was the one to call her a pretty boy first and, if Swan was anything to go by, she wasn’t even Mercy’s type!

This was the thought process turning over and over in Ajax’s mind as she sat alone in the apartment most days. All she did anymore was work out, targeting her legs until she couldn’t walk steadily anymore and doing push-ups and bicep curls until lifting a coffee mug was a struggle. So maybe she lost a bit of muscle while she was locked up. So what? She was determined to gain it back as fast as possible, even if that meant just another chronic pain to keep her awake at night. 

She knew Rembrandt noticed. Rembrandt noticed everything, that was what made her such a good Warrior, but she never brought it up. No one ever brought up shit to Ajax anymore besides a few valiant call-out attempts on Mercy’s part after she caught Ajax with the gin bottle, all of which Swan shut down the minute it looked like Mercy was about to open her mouth. Rembrandt didn’t tell her to stop working herself so hard, she just interrupted her routine with some task so she’d stop in the moment. Rembrandt didn’t tell her she didn’t need to do what she was doing, just complimented her more than she ever used to, to the point where Ajax couldn’t tell if something had changed or if Rembrandt was just trying to get her to chill out. 

Ajax tried to stop herself, but she couldn’t help but think: Was Rembrandt even being honest with her anymore? 

And then there was that fucking phone call. 

Rembrandt was out somewhere running errands with Swan, if Ajax heard her right. It seemed like there were some days where she barely understood human speech, let alone remembered what was said to her. Ajax was sitting on the couch, the TV going in the background just for some type of noise, staring at her new vest hung over the back of a kitchen chair. 

She heard the phone ring. She heard the answering machine pick it up. She hated the sound of the thing, she didn’t know why Cleon insisted they start screening calls, the weird distortion always made her head hurt-

“Hey, Rembrandt, it’s Sly.”

Ajax vaulted the back of the couch and had the phone in hand before the Tombstones’ enforcer could say anything else.

“Rembrandt’s out,” she growled. 

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. “Ajax, right?”

Something hot and dark bloomed in her chest. “If you’ve got business, Ziggy should be calling Cleon.”

“It’s not anything gang related. I know to go through the warlords if that’s the case. Look, it’s no issue, I can-”

“Rembrandt’s not gonna be back ’til late.” 

That was a bold-faced lie. Rembrandt was due home in less than an hour.

Another pause. Ajax’s grip on the receiver tightened until her hand shook. “Alright,” Sly said carefully. “Could you please tell her I called?”

“Sure.” 

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that. Have a good one.”

Ajax slammed the receiver down hard enough to break it. Then fearing she actually did, which would piss Cleon off to no end, she looked it over and thankfully found no damage. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she flopped into a chair at the kitchen table and put her head down against the cool wood.

Why the fuck had Rembrandt given that prick their home number? Obviously it wasn’t that hard for them to find time for each other going through Cleon, and Cleon should be monitoring that, regardless. Ajax didn’t care that the Tombstones were their allies, it was well known they were a dangerous gang with more than enough blood on their hands than was necessary to secure any turf. They were called the Tombstones. Their turf revolved around a cemetery. Their leader was dubbed the fucking Corpse Queen and, if the rumors were true, positively reveled in the epithet. It was almost too obvious. Ajax couldn’t have thought of names more telling if she sat down and wrote out a list.

So it shouldn’t matter that Rembrandt and Sly grew up together, or that the Warriors and Tombstones were on good terms. A gang with that ruthless of a reputation and everyone else seemed to have no problem whatsoever with Rembrandt going off-turf to hang out with their attack dog. 

What did she even see in her! Ajax was already everything she was and didn’t work for a sociopath! She was different now, she recognized that, she knew that’s why no one trusted her to take on her old responsibilities, but she wasn’t broken!

Right?

Did… did Rembrandt think she was? Was Rembrandt… done with her?

Ajax stayed at the table, head down, mind racing, until Rembrandt returned home. Ajax heard the jingle of her keys being set down, the thunk of her boots coming off, then her quiet footsteps as she came into the kitchen.

“Hey, babe,” she mumbled before touching Ajax’s shoulder. 

That was another thing everyone did: announced themselves in some way before they walked up on her, before they touched her, because Ajax startled so fucking easily now and God forbid she ever be scared of anything.

She never used to be scared of everything.

“You okay?” Rembrandt asked.

“Yeah.” Ajax lifted her head off the table, staring straight ahead as Rembrandt walked into the living room. “Sly called here earlier.”

Rembrandt’s footsteps paused. “Yeah? Did you talk to her?”

“No. She just said to tell you she called.”

“Okay.”

Ajax twisted to look at her. “She already has Cleon’s number.”

Rembrandt frowned quizzically. “Uh, yeah?”

“So she doesn’t need ours.”

“What?”

“Things were fine with you two going through Cleon’s number-”

“I can’t be clogging up Cleon’s line just to have Swan and Mercy running messages between us! You told me you didn’t have a problem with her-”

“I don’t have a problem with her,” Ajax said as she stood, facing off with Rembrandt from across the apartment. “Who said I have a problem with her?”

“You’re pissed about her having my number!”

“Our number.”

“What’s the issue with that!”

“She’s an enforcer from another gang! Don’t tell me she’s our ally again, I get that, but she should still be going through Cleon!”

“Ajax, if you have something you need to say to me then say it!”

“I just did!”

Rembrandt stared at her. There was a flicker of anger across her face, a deep rooted frustration and annoyance that never used to be directed at Ajax. Once upon a time, Rembrandt kept cool and had a biting comeback for everything, but now she did nothing but stare at Ajax as the anger faded and concern replaced it. Ajax wanted to scream. Hell, she tried, but all the emotion she stockpiled in the past several weeks was used up in less than two minutes and she didn’t even have the strength to open her mouth. 

“Okay,” Rembrandt said gently. “I’m sorry. I should have checked with you first.”

The old Ajax would have kept shouting. The old Ajax would have gotten that shouting thrown right back at her. The new Ajax couldn’t muster anything more than downcast eyes and a blank expression of resignation.

Rembrandt continued, “I’ll pull her aside and tell her to lose our number tomorrow night when we see her.”

Ajax’s face twisted. “We?”

“Yeah. We’re meeting with the Tombstones at the cemetery again. Warlord, tagger, enforcer, and a soldier on both sides, that’s what Cleon called for.”

“Why?” she scoffed.

“They got some fuckers causing issues by the marine terminal and they want our help pushing them out before the cops start snooping around.” Rembrandt crossed the room to her, reaching for her hand. “I told you this. Cleon told you this, multiple times. Don’t you remember?”

Ajax stayed silent as she slipped her hand into Rembrandt’s. She avoided Rembrandt’s eyes, keeping her head down until Rembrandt tilted her chin up.

“Ajax, I… I think you need to see a doctor about this.”

Ajax jerked away from her, sweeping past her into the living room. “No.”

“Babe-”

“No!”

“You forget everything lately! It’s like I’m talking to a brick wall half the time. I know you’re listening to me when I tell you but I bring it up again an hour later and you have no idea what I’m talking about. Something’s wrong!”

“Nothing’s wrong with me.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Rembrandt tried to grab her hand again but Ajax kept her back to her. “Look, Ajax, babe, I’m just worried something got hurt in your head when you were in jail. I know you got beat around in there, don’t lie to me and tell me you didn’t, and if-”

“If something was wrong with my head then the nurses in medical would’ve caught it.”

“No they wouldn’t! You’ve said a hundred times before that no one in there actually cares if an inmate is hurt as long as they don’t die on prison property! Will you please at least consider-”

“No. I’m not talking to a doctor. I don’t want to. I’m fine.”

“No, Ajax, you’re not!”

“I’m fine!” 

Ajax couldn’t see her face. She didn’t want to. 

“Alright,” Rembrandt whispered. “I won’t make you.” She stalked past Ajax, heading towards their bedroom. “I’m going to bed.” 

“I want to sleep on the couch tonight.”

Rembrandt didn’t argue with that. She slept in the bed. Ajax slept on the couch. 

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Ajax dreaded walking the cemetery paths that next night. She felt nothing but a cold ball of anxiety twisting in her gut, making her nauseous as they approached the same meeting spot they convened at the first time. She kept her hands in her pockets and so did Rembrandt, walking beside each other but never touching. Ajax used to walk with an arm always around Rembrandt’s shoulder, keeping her close, keeping her safe because Ajax wanted to, because Rembrandt needed her to. Rembrandt didn’t need her for anything anymore. 

Cleon and Ziggy stepped forward to meet and shake hands just as before, their gangs lined up behind them.

Tagger facing tagger: Rembrandt and a little squirrel-looking man bouncing from foot to foot and rattling an army-green paint can.

Soldier facing soldier: Cochise and one of the women from the first meeting, evenly matched in brawn and laid back observation.

Enforcer versus enforcer: Ajax and the softly smirking woman she wanted to drown in the Gowanus Canal.

Once the initial conversation passed, all the universal information finished, the taggers were the first to break away. Ajax kept a close eye on Rembrandt as she talked with the man - or the boy, more likely, he looked barely nineteen - comparing paint cans and debating effective tag placement. The soldiers stepped up to flank their warlords, listening closely and occasionally chiming in while Cleon and Ziggy discussed strategies to deal with the troublemakers while avoiding full blown war. 

Ajax hung back and focused on her breathing. Sly was the one who started it. 

She extended a hand, flashing a blinding white smile straight out of a dentist advertisement, dark eyes twinkling in the dim edge of the streetlight’s halo. She looked like she’d stepped off the cover of a magazine. 

“Ajax, right?” she said, like she didn’t already know. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Ajax glanced at her hand, her stare trailing over the defined muscles in Sly’s arms before locking eyes with her again. She clenched her fists in her pockets and kept her face blank.

Sly chuckled a little awkwardly. Good, Ajax thought. She hoped Sly felt as crappy as she did. “Rembrandt told me a lot about you,” she ventured.

Oh, she was going to fucking murder this woman. 

“You’ve got a serious reputation among the other enforcers, you know. Toughest motherfucker in Coney Island, right?”

Ajax took a step closer. “Toughest motherfucker in the boroughs,” she corrected through her teeth.

Sly laughed. Was this a fucking joke to her? “Right, right. Yo, mad respect. I, uh, I heard through DJ Penn about what happened that night. Honestly, props to you. I’ve known plenty of people to go in and come out so fucked they get fully demoted. Not a lot of people are as resilient as you.”

Ajax’s vision tunneled. 

“And hey, as an old friend, I appreciate everything you’ve done for Rembrandt. I’m happy she found someone who treats her right. And I know sometimes people in our circles get some serious jealousy issues so thanks for being so-”

Ajax reared back and headbutted her full in the face. 

Sly stumbled back, holding her nose as blood poured down her front. Ajax threw a sloppy right hook that Sly easily blocked. She heard distant screaming, her name and orders to stop and a lot of curses blurring together, but ignored them as she aimed a jab at Sly’s chin. Sly caught it. She twisted Ajax’s arm to the side and forced her wrist into an unnatural angle. Before Ajax could counter, Sly seized her by the front of her vest. Her feet came off the ground. Sly body slammed her into the dirt. 

Her vision went white for a millisecond as all the air was forced from her lungs. She registered Sly standing over her and expected to get punched or kicked but there was nothing but worry on her face. She extended a hand.

“Ajax, I’m so sorry-”

Ziggy grabbed Sly’s collar and yanked her back so hard she choked. As the Corpse Queen began screaming at her enforcer, Cochise and Cleon dragged Ajax to her feet. Rembrandt was in Ajax’s face in a split second.

“What the hell was that?!”

“Cleon!” Ziggy’s voice rang clear across the graveyard. Everyone turned to look at her as her face crumpled into a mask of rage. “I better not have seen what I just saw.”

“Ziggy, it was my fault,” Sly interrupted. She placed herself in between her leader and the Warriors. “I was being out of pocket, I brought her woman into it, Ajax didn’t-”

Ziggy hit her with a vicious punch to the liver. Sly cried out, doubling over and clutching at her stomach, only for Ziggy to grab her shirt and force her upright again. She put them nose to nose and stabbed a finger in her face. 

“I warned you about fighting over women,” she hissed. “Last time you got into a fight, I told you no good ever comes from it. That’s why I don’t let any of you date within the ranks!”

“I know,” Sly choked out. “I’m sorry.”

The Warriors looked to their warlord. Cleon’s face was set in a stony, unyielding expression. She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head. 

Still holding Sly, Ziggy turned to Cleon. “Do you think all enforcers are this hotheaded? Or are we just lucky.”

“I’d like to think we’re just lucky,” said Cleon, “but considering the events after Cyrus’ conclave, I’m afraid it’s gotta be a common trait through the boroughs.”

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic.” Ziggy shoved Sly forward. “Apologize.”

Sly held her bloodied hands out from her sides. “Ajax, I was out of line. I’m sorry,” she said. She inclined her head in a way that Ajax knew meant just roll with it.

Cleon grabbed Ajax by the back of her neck like a misbehaving dog. “Ajax?” she snarled.

“I’m sorry,” Ajax ground out. “Shouldn’t have swung on you.”

“Great.” Pushing Ajax behind her, Cleon addressed the Tombstones. “Ziggy, my enforcer drew first blood. You satisfied with the resolution?”

“I’m satisfied,” said Ziggy. “And I must apologize again for my enforcer running her fuckin’ mouth. Are you satisfied?”

“I’m satisfied.”

“Should we continue?”

“Enforcers stay behind your warlords.”

Ajax and Sly were dragged back to their respective sides. She watched as the Tombstones’ tagger took a bandana from around his neck and used it to staunch Sly’s still bleeding nose, while their soldier hissed insults at her. Cochise tried to get Ajax’s attention by shaking her and smacking her arm and getting in her face no matter how many times Ajax avoided her.

Rembrandt refused to look at her. 

Sly caught Ajax’s eye. She nodded once. Ajax turned away.

The train ride back to Coney Island was spent in silence. Cleon kept a death glare fixed on Ajax the entire time, seething with suppressed rage while Cochise and Rembrandt avoided looking at her entirely. Ajax trailed a good distance behind the others as they made their way back to Cleon’s apartment building. Standing at the bottom of the stoop, Cleon squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and grabbed Ajax roughly by the shoulder. 

“You should not have gotten away with that,” she snapped. “You better count your blessings that Ziggy isn’t nearly as unhinged as the rumors make her out to be.”

“Cleon-”

“I bet my position as warlord that Sly didn’t start that shit, either. Thank fuck at least one goddamn enforcer in this borough has a good head on their shoulders! Do you have any idea the kind of shit you almost started?” Cleon was almost yelling now, talking through her teeth to avoid waking the entire neighborhood. “Attacking another gang member unprovoked like that, at a meeting between allies is grounds for war! You were around for what happened to the Downtown Bombers. They were not a weak crew and yet they got obliterated. Just because we have numbers over the Tombstones does not mean we would come out unscathed because you decided to start some stupid fight!”

“I-”

“You’re benched.”

Ajax stared at her in disbelief as she stepped back. “I’m what?”

“Benched, Ajax, you’re fucking benched! Cochise will handle the responsibilities of enforcer until further notice and until you can get your head on straight.”

“Cleon, wait a minute,” Cochise tried to intervene. “It was resolved, Ajax shouldn’t-”

“Don’t argue with me on this,” Cleon ordered. Cochise shut up. “Go home, Ajax.”

“Cleon-”

“Go. Home.” 

Rembrandt was halfway down the block before Ajax complied. She ran to catch up with her, reaching for her hand only to stop at the last second and fall back. Rembrandt kept her head down all the way back to their apartment. She fumbled with the keys, nearly dropping them twice, not holding the doors for Ajax and almost letting the heavy slab of metal slam in her face. She took the stairs two at a time. By the time Ajax caught up to her in their apartment, she was already pacing in the living room.

Rembrandt faced her with more anger than Ajax had seen on her in years. 

“Are you fucking serious!” she shrieked. “What the hell were you thinking!”

“She was saying shit-”

“I don’t believe that. Sly is not the type to do that, Ajax!”

Ajax’s heart twisted at the implication. 

“Forget the fact that you almost started a gang war. That’s Cleon’s reason to curse you out. But you headbutted my friend in the face! You just told me last night that you didn’t have a problem with her and now this? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Ajax felt a familiar rolling sickness bubbling up in her chest. 

“Sorry I’m not a picture perfect enforcer like your pretty boy butch best friend is,” she spat.

The most emotion she’d been able to feel in months, and it was anger.

The most emotion she could feel and it was anger and it was directed at the love of her life.

“Pretty boy?” Rembrandt repeated incredulously. “What are you talking about?”

“Sorry there’s something just so wrong with me-”

“That is not what I meant when I said something’s wrong!”

“Fucking felt like it tonight.”

“Jesus Christ, Ajax!”

“Obviously you’ve got someone better now-”

“What?”

“-so go be with someone better! You don’t need me anymore! There’s no reason for you to stick around like I’m some kinda pity project!”

She regretted it the moment it came out of her mouth. She watched the anger in Rembrandt’s expression fracture. Pain seeped up through the cracks, her brows coming together as she drew her shoulders up, lips parted as she searched for words. There were tears in her eyes. Ajax felt what little was left of her heart finally break.

“You don’t mean that,” Rembrandt choked out.

“That’s what I used to be, right?” She couldn’t stop it now. “The strong one? The one who didn’t lose fights? The one who could actually look out for you instead of you having to baby me while everyone else treats me like I’m useless?”

“No one thinks you’re-”

“Except I never could control my temper like that, huh? That’s the cause of almost every fight we’ve ever fucking had, Rem, and now there’s someone in your life who can give you that! If you’re sick of all this and you’re finally done with me then why don’t you say it?”

“I’m not done!” Rembrandt cried. “I don’t want to be done! Ajax, please, tell me what’s really going on. This isn’t you!” 

“Maybe it is now. That’s what everyone else thinks.” 

“What did I do wrong!”

“You didn’t do anything! I did! That’s the point! I can’t keep doing wrong by you!”

“Then we’ll work on whatever this is together! We’ll fix this. Please, Ajax.” Rembrandt reached for her. She stepped back well out of arm’s length, watching as she hurt Rembrandt even worse and only further proved her own point. “Ajax…”

“You don’t need me to protect you anymore.”

“That’s not the fucking point!”

“Then what is? What’s the point of me if I’m not your safe space?”

“I love you! That’s the point! I want you, I’ve always wanted you with me, what I need from you is you being with me!” Rembrandt ran a hand through her hair as she fought back tears threatening to spill over. Her voice broke, words trembling as they left her mouth. “Ajax, I don’t know what’s going on with you right now, but… b-but if you need to think on your own for a little bit, if you need space, just tell me and-”

“Maybe I do.”

It was cold. It was cruel. Rembrandt recoiled like she’d been struck, her entire body tensing as she flexed her hands and opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t. Then, as Ajax watched, all the fight simply drained from her. Her shoulders relaxed as her face softened, nothing more than a little crease between her eyebrows and pursed lips. 

“Fine,” Rembrandt whispered. “Fine. I’ll give you space. Let me call Cleon and tell her I’m coming over.” 

Ajax sat on the couch while Rembrandt called Cleon. She covered her ears to avoid the conversation, doubling over and keeping her head between her knees like she was trying not to throw up. Maybe she was. She felt like throwing up. Through her hands, she heard the bedroom door close. She only lifted her head when she heard it open again. 

Rembrandt stood by the front door with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She fiddled with her keys as Ajax watched her, sparing a brief glance at Ajax before setting two keys on the kitchen counter. Ajax knew without looking that they were the keys to their apartment. Rembrandt shoved the keys to Cleon’s place in her jacket pocket. 

Ajax took a deep breath. “Do you want me to-”

“Cochise is coming over to walk me there,” Rembrandt said. Her voice still shook, but she managed to keep her tone even. “I’m gonna wait for her on the stoop.”

“Okay,” she mumbled. Rembrandt opened the door. “Rembrandt.”

The tagger paused, waiting for Ajax to continue without looking at her.

“I’m sorry.”

Rembrandt sighed. “Me, too.”

And just like that, Ajax was alone.

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Chapter 4

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Jacqueline watched as she left, keeping her eyes on her until she was out of sight. Cecelia was a beautiful girl, so beautiful she wondered how she got stuck in a job like that. It was a job that required frequent travel and weird hours and seemed to be an absolute nightmare to any other person. “You shouldn’t have been so tough on her” Sidney scolded with a frown “She hasn’t even been here a month, it’s only been a week and she’s has a ton to do as the season gets closer Jac, be kind” Typical. Sidney was always in defense of everyone, he saw the best in every single person and while she admired that she also hated it. For once she wished he could see her side of things rather than see her as the bad guy “She’s working with one of the top hockey organizations there is, she should be more than ready to handle it. You’ve said it yourself, whoever comes to work for the organization should come ready to deal with chaos and changes on whim” she explained “Or did she simply get hired because of pretty privilege ?” “What’s that supposed to mean ?” he asked confused 

“Exactly what it sounds like” Jacqueline answered “She’s beautiful so she was hired, not much to explain honey. A girl with a face like hers does not belong in the world of hockey, she looks like she belongs in the catalog modeling the merchandise” “That’s rather low to say” Sidney responded as he met her eyes “How would you like it if that was said about you when you were her age ?” “I had my skills thank you very much” she said back “People talked about my education, my family and my art skills. They didn’t need to speak about my looks” “They talked about how you and I met” Sidney corrected her “And you still haven’t let me forget how much your privacy was invaded during those years, as if I had any control myself. I was a kid myself, barely an adult trying to handle it all and make sure you were okay” “You did” she answered “It was the outsiders that hurt” The truth of the matter was that they did talk about her looks, but not in a positive way. When it first got out that she was dating Sidney the first thing she read about herself was that she was too plain for him. Plain.

The word still made her uncomfortable after all those years. She never thought of herself as exotic or drop dead gorgeous but she never thought she was plain. And though she knew there was nothing wrong with it, she felt deep down in her heart that it was a miracle someone like Sidney wanted someone like her.

 She was 22 years old, still in her last semester of college and suddenly she was the talk of campus no matter where she was. At first it didn’t bother her, she thought it was funny how suddenly girls wanted to be her friend and how guys would ask her questions after games in class, it was when rumors began to spread around how he was cheating on her on the road that she got worried.

When her family got a hold of what the media was saying they immediately told her to break it off with him. Her mother told her that a professional athlete was no match for her and how she deserved someone of status.

Her father did his very best to convince her to end things with him and to go back home to Connecticut after finishing college but she refused. She came from a rather wealthy family, her father was a lawyer and her mother was a stay at home mom. The only positive thing the media ever said about her was how Sidney never had to worry about her taking his money. 

“Mommy I hungry” Roman interrupted her thoughts as he looked at her with a big pout and pointed to another table “I want that !”

“Oh..um, well we stopped by to say hello to daddy not to eat here, you know we don’t eat in places like this you know that sweetheart” she pet his cheek “Jac, come on” Sidney sighed “Let the kids eat here, by the time you go home and cook something up they’ll starve” “I care about the quality of produce and meat that they use” she said as she looked at the menu “I take it they have organic grass fed beef, gluten free buns and dairy free cheese ? If not I’ll settle for the garden salad” She watched as he put his glass of water down and rolled his eyes. She was getting more of those lately and in her mind she just couldn’t understand why. He used to love how much she cared about the quality of what they ate, he used to find it interesting and would often times ask her for her opinion on what to incorporate in his diet “So what did you think of what I sent to the studio ?” Sidney asked her, breaking the tension “Did I do okay ?” Jacqueline gave a small grin and nodded as she ordered their lunch “You got me everything I needed, you didn’t have to do that”

“I wanted to,” he smiled at her “I think the studio is gonna do really well, have you thought of what you wanna do ?” “I wanna teach classes, I was thinking of one class for beginners and then another for children. I’ll expand as I see what goes best as well as selling some of work” “We don’t need money babe” Sidney chuckled “You don’t need to sell your work”

“What if I wanted to” she shrugged He nodded “Okay, well what would you want a painting to go for ?” “Well,” she cleared her throat “I was thinking we could price them anywhere from $5,000-$10,000 dollars and we can auction them at galas and at the team’s charity events. I think they’d sell with ease”

Something told her he didn’t exactly agree but still he simple nodded his head and gave her a grin, a fake one

“If that’s what you want then that’s what we’ll do” Sidney nodded “I’ll have Cecelia on it as soon as I speak with her”

“Since when is she your assistant ?” Jacqueline raised her brow 

“She’s not” he shook his head “You know I don’t need one, but she does have permission from management to help me and others with small tasks and this is one that I know we’ll need help in” “I can just hire an assistant for the studio” she sipped her water “Alright then” Sidney sighed “Why are you upset ?” Jacqueline asked “I simply said I’d hire an assistant to handle whatever I needed done. Cecelia clearly will have her hands full with whatever management has her do” “You don’t need an assistant Jacqueline, you and your two teachers you’ll be sharing a space with can handle it. It’s a small studio and plus, you always were able to handle your old studio on your own” he admitted 

“I know but this time I have children, I’ll need someone to pick the boys up from school to take them back home to Mrs. Molly” she defended “I won’t be able to run classes properly, plus think about how the last time I had a studio how many times hockey fans made a stop just to vandalize, I need security too. I want this to be the best art studio the city has to offer…I need it Sidney” she met his eyes “Please just….just help me, don’t criticize me” There weren’t many times where she was vulnerable, in fact she hated it and thought of it as a weakness but sometimes with him especially, she felt comfortable. He was her husband and even with bad times, she loved him with all her heart. She had been with him for 15 years, her entire adulthood years had been by his side and she would make sure that no matter what, she’d be with him for the rest of her life “I’m sorry” Sidney said softly as he held her hand in his “I’m sorry for everything, whatever you need I’ll make sure you have okay ? And when I’m home from trips I’ll handle the boys” he leaned over and kissed her forehead “Thank you” she smiled as she ate her food and cut up the boys food “After this I’m taking them to the bookstore, they’ve been asking for some new ones so I figured why not” “That’s lovely sweetheart” Sidney responded “I wish I could go but I have some zoom interviews to do and things to sign. You know preseason is just the beginning of the chaos that’s to come,  I’ll be home by dinner though”

“That’s perfect then” she nodded 

The rest of lunch was rather calm, nice even. She watched as the boys happily ate and chatted amongst themselves. Roman and Aaron were 5 years old and her entire world, she knew to Sidney she wasn’t a good enough mother but that was okay because he just didn’t understand her side of things. To him she did too much and singled out Roman because of his spina-bifida, what he didn’t see was that she just wanted him to feel comfortable She knew her way of doing things wasn’t ideal but she was just dedicated, she knew Roman could get better. She knew his condition was just that; a condition. It wasn’t a death sentence and if she had the power, time and money to find ways to make his life easier and better, she was going to do it. To Sidney Aaron could be a bit of a brat at times, she thought so herself as well but deep down she knew he was just frustrated

For a moment Jacqueline simply took in the scene in front of her. The boys giggling and chatting away about cars and dinosaurs with messy faces full of ketchup while Sidney talked along with them, his eyes shining with happiness and love. The same look he used to give her years and years ago. Matter of fact, she couldn’t remember he looked at her like that. In Jacqueline’s heart she knew Sidney loved her, but she wasn’t sure if he was still in love with her “Today so fun mommy” Aaron smiled at her “Can we have more fun days like this ?” She smiled and leaned over to kiss his forehead “Day’s not over yet sweetie, we still have the bookstore to go to remember ?” “I can get my book on cars” Roman smiled

“You get cars and I get dino’s and we share” Aaron nodded

"That’s so nice of you two to do” Sidney grinned “When I get home later I can read with you guys too”

Jacqueline wondered if she would be included in that activity, after budding heads for so many days they hadn't done the usual bedtime routine. More than anything she wanted routine back in their lives, as boring as they were at least she felt somewhat in control and close to him

“Well I’m heading out” Sidney stood up as he paid the bill and kissed the boys heads “I’ll see you boys later and you” he walked over to kiss her softly “Text me if anything honey, I love you”

With that she cleaned them up a bit and walked over a couple blocks as she pushed them in their double stroller to the bookstore. Once inside she greeted the store owner and made her way to the back of the store to the children's section “Mommy I get down” Roman whined “I hate stroller” “I didn’t bring your walker which means you can hold my hand as you walk” she nodded “I wish you would’ve told me that you wanted to walk, I would've came better prepared” “I get down !” he yelled frustrated as he pushed down a nearby stack of books “Me get down !” “Roman….” she whispered harshly “That’s not how you communicate, use your inside voice” Times like these are when she needed Sidney, he was so much better at calming the boys down whenever emotions were too high compared to her. The more she tried reasoning with Roman, the more he whined until finally he had enough and burst into tears which then caused Aaron to cry as well. The whole bookstore was filled with their crying as people began to turn their heads in their direction. She was in the middle of getting them out when she bumped the strolled into someone’s leg “Oh my god, I am so sorry” Jacqueline apologized overwhelmed “Cecelia ?” *****************************

This was her worst nightmare come true, in front of her was the woman she had just slightly tormented back at the restaurant who she didn’t even know that well “I…I got you right in the shin, are you alright ?” she asked “I’m okay” Cecelia answered with a chuckle “It’s on me, I wasn’t looking where I was going at all, I’m so sorry, everything okay ?” Jacqueline couldn’t help but look her up and down, she hadn’t even noticed back at the restaurant just how tall and gorgeous she truly was. She didn’t consider herself an insecure person but next to Cecelia any woman would feel the way she did “Mrs. Crosby…are you alright ?” Cecelia repeated She couldn’t even answer her before the twins managed to pull on Cecelia’s skirt, embarrassed she turned red and let out a nervous chuckle “No, no I’m not”

“Hey….you boys wanna go to story time ? They’re reading a book about dinosaurs, my friend is handling it and he does the best dino noises. What do you say ?” Cecelia looked down at the twins and then at back at her with a reassuring smile “It’s only an hour long, there’s a cafe here too where you can wait. It’s small but everything is really nice”

Jacqueline wanted to say no but in this moment she was desperate “Okay…” she nodded “Yeah that would be lovely but Roman can’t sit on the carpet…he has….well he’s-”

“There’s a bench in the area” Cecelia responded softly “Is that okay Mrs. Crosby ?” “Perfect” she nodded as she walked with her and settled the boys down in the area “I’ll be over here okay ?” “Kay mommy” they both nodded “We be real nice” She smiled and kissed their heads as she walked back to Cecelia, things were awkward but in his moment she was relieved someone was there to help her….even if it was the woman she had a nagging feeling about

“Cecelia what you did was very kind” Jacqueline said as she sat down “I appreciate you helping, Roman has a condition…it’s called spina bifida and it affects his ability to walk and when he wants to do something and can’t…like walk freely, he gets really frustrated and lashes out. His brother Aaron reacts to that and well you get a tantrum” “Oh Mrs. Crosby that’s fine, they’re children. Still little ones, emotions are very high. You don’t need to thank me at all, I would’ve done that for anyone. Now, would you like a latte ?” she asked “On me” “A medium oat milk latte with a dash of honey would be delightful” Jacqueline nodded “And Cecelia, please call me Jacqueline” “You got it and alright, Jacqueline it is” Cecelia nodded as she stood up to order Now, sure Jacqueline may have come off as a bitch in the moment but if there was one thing she hated, it was being called Mrs.Crosby. Yes she was his wife, but she was so much more. She was her own person who existed before she met him, he wasn’t her identity. Everywhere, especially anything hockey related, she was constantly referred to as Sidney’s wife. 

Everyone wanted to talk about Sidney and ask him questions and take pictures. She knew that to fans she was a bitch who always told them to leave them alone when together or with the children and that was fine. She had boundaries, simple as that. With Cecelia, it was different. There was something about her that she couldn’t quite explain

She looked at her from her seat and then looked down at herself, fixing her posture as she took out a mirror from her purse and looked herself over. She wasn’t ugly by any means, Sidney always told her she was a “classic beauty”, she liked that. Her style was simple yet classy, she stuck to black and neutral tones and typically opted for outfits that were chic yet comfortable. Cecelia on the other hand, she couldn’t help but stare at her and simply observe

Summer was nearing its end but here she was wearing a floral dress and sneakers with her long brown hair clipped back as she talked to the barista. Jacqueline wouldn’t be caught dead in sneakers yet somehow she wished she had some on to look like Cecelia and get the attention she was getting. No one ever looked at her like that, at least not in a while. Here they both were in bookshop cafe and Cecelia held the attention of all the males in the room at the tip of her fingertips

The feeling she was having was unfamiliar territory, it was one of jealousy and she didn’t know why. Suddenly she felt she was being too critical and shook off her negative thoughts as Cecelia walked back her way “Here you are” Cecelia smiled as she handed over her latte “Now, I was hoping we could go over that list you told me about a bit ago” “Oh yes the lounge list” Jacqueline nodded “Let me get my phone out” As she reached inside her purse she couldn’t help but notice Cecelia’s own phone light up with a familiar name…her husbands.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

Omg hello Fel, my dear <3 I was actually just rereading some of my old stuff to help get through some writers block with new stuff (originals! not fanfic!), so perfect timing!

Large Heart, Tiny Photographs

My love letter to all the side characters who contributed photos to Hagrid's album he gifted to Harry in Sorcerer's Stone :') All my favorite lines I've ever written are in these vignettes. Molly and Remus's chapters are especially dear to me and I'm just very proud with how this fic turned out! It's depressing as shit... You're going to suffer, but you're going to be happy about it! Y'know the vibes

2. Meggi’s Magical Ice Cream

I wrote this one-shot as a way to basically vent about my own ice cream shop job in college that I hated with a fiery passion! This is the only fic in which I've fully written Lily as a self-insert. She is me. I am her. This fic is my diary. The only difference between us is the blossoming romance with the sandwich shop boy (I already had my own sandwich shop boy at home, thank you very much!!)

3. Snowflakes

At 12 years old, tweenage Dylan went on a family ski trip and her already fanfic-riddled brain said "jily should be here." And thus, Snowflakes was born. This is my baby. It's completely absurd and plagued by awful 2000s tropes, but I love it dearly. In a desperate attempt to remain canon-compliant, I ended it with a crazy plot twist that bothered me so much it forced me to return to fandom almost a decade later to write a sequel, and without that, I wouldn't have started writing again! Or met many dear friends! So thanks baby Dylan!

4. Who Knows Who Cares

After reading Beach Read by Emily Henry for the first time, I decided to try my hand at proper contemp romcom banter, but leaning more YA. As someone whose adolescence was often haunted by her repressed bisexuality, I wanted to write a story about acceptance and I think it turned out well! I enjoy rereading it, at least hahaha and the readers who reach out to let me know they feel seen by Lily's story make me so grateful <3

5. What I Would Do

HAD TO INCLUDE SOME FEM!JILY FOR YOU, FEL!! Some people think that WKWC was influenced by my own experiences, but in reality I put way more of myself in this little two-shot! It's cute and fluffy and features a much more pleasant side of ice cream than MMIC does lol Also, Fem!Jily February was the first time I participated in a fandom event of any kind and it was so magical and there were so many wonderful fics that year, I could cry just thinking back on it now :')

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: stalker/ unsuccessful kidnap, violence, depictions of blood and assault (let me know if I should add more)

Chapter Word Count: 2318

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A/N: Sooooo I’m sorry it’s not spicy like I said it would be… But I absolutely promise the next one will be! Chapters 5 and 6 were supposed to be just one chapter but it got too long so I had to split it… And again please let me know of any errors because this is only proof read by myself.

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Please Read the Below First:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

I’m Not You’re F*cking Maid

Chapter 5

After thorough interviewing of the staff and regular patrons; long searches through copious auction records and meticulous studying of the items in the shop we narrowed our search down to one item: an old jade hairpin. The hairpin belonged to a young lady who was given the gift as a wedding present, however when she found out on her wedding night that her new husband was having an affair, she stabbed him to death with it before jumping to her own demise from their third floor balcony. That was just over a century ago, and she was still wreaking havoc on unfaithful men to this day.

“I mean I get where she’s coming from,” I shrugged as we walked back to the motel. Both brothers turned to look at me with concern smeared over their features. “OBVIOUSLY I don’t agree with all the murder,” they breathed a sigh of relief, “but you can’t hate her for being mad. I would be too.”

“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” Dean said, raising his eyebrows a little and holding his hands up. I gave him a look of bewilderment.

“What side do you think you’re on, Dean? Because this,” I gestured between us, “isn’t my good side.” He mumbled something incoherent as we got to the motel so I chose to ignore him completely.

“So what’s the plan? It’s getting late and we can’t really do anything now until that charity event taking place at the auction house tomorrow. We’re already pretty clued up on how to get rid of ghosts so there’s really not much to do except to get both your names on that guest list,” Sam patted his laptop, looking at both of us.

“Food?” Dean and I said at the same time.

“Food sounds good,” Sam nodded. The boys turned around to leave when I stopped them.

“Just whilst we’re still at the motel, I’m just going to freshen up real quick.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “really?” I flipped him the bird.

“I can just meet you there? There’s like only one diner in this town and I know the way. I won’t be long.” The brothers looked at each other for a few seconds before Sam looked at me and smiled.

“Sure ok, we’ll get a seat in the window so we can see you coming.”

“Great! I’ll see you soon,” I grinned at the younger Winchester before turning away and letting myself into my room.

I had the worlds quickest shower and threw on some clean underwear and a clean top, feeling better after getting the grime from the day off. I pulled on my jeans, socks and boots, applied a small amount of eyeliner and mascara and tidied my hair the best I could before slinging on my jacket and applying some perfume to my wrists and neck. It was one of my favourite scents: I’d bought it from some lingerie store a year or so ago and it’s apparently one of those aphrodisiac perfumes, however I have no idea if it even works or not. It’s probably a scam, nothing works that well in real life.

After I’d finished sorting myself out - which took no longer than half an hour - I grabbed my phone and keys and left the room, locking up before making my way towards the diner. Night had descended, the air turning cold against my warm skin and the usually busy streets now lay deserted and car-free. It was only about a five minute walk or so from the motel and I was now only about a minute away when I noticed that I wasn’t alone. I’d caught a glimpse of a figure dressed from head to toe in black in the reflection of several shop windows, and they were following my exact trail. I sped up, walking faster down the empty main road and hoping it was all a coincidence as worst case scenarios started to race through my mind. It wasn’t long until the diner was in sight and I breathed a sigh of relief, however the relief was short lived when those footsteps were getting closer and closer, quicker and quicker right behind me. It dawned on me that this wasn’t a coincidence at all - I was definitely being stalked. I started to run, my legs moving before my brain had kicked into gear and I was only inches from the front door when the stranger caught up, slamming me against the wall of the building and putting a knife to my throat, covering my mouth with a gloved hand.

“Don’t make a fucking noise - you’re coming with me,” he said aggressively yet quietly. I could feel the blade of the knife pressing against the soft skin of my neck and I couldn’t help but feel tears well in my eyes, my breath turning shaky as my heart hammered in my chest. I couldn’t even get any words out as his hand was too tight over my lips.

I wanted to cry out for help so badly it hurt.

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing that this was all a bad dream. My cheek was pushed into the rough brick which grazed my skin, and I silently prayed for my attacker to just let me go or for some hero to come and save me. At that very moment I heard the door to the diner and my eyes shot open, instantly connecting with Deans. I watched as surprise turned to horror which then turned to pure feral rage on his face and before I even had a chance to blink he was gone from my line of sight - but so was the pressure keeping me pinned against the wall. I spun around and I watched Dean throw the stalker to the floor with more force that I thought he could muster and tower over him. Dean didn’t say a word, but the stranger let out a sharp cry of pain as Dean instantly brought his boot down on his ribs. There was a CRACK. He did it again.

And again.

And again.

And then he got down and pinned my attacker flush against the tarmac before he brought a closed fist down on his face over and over and over again, cracking his jaw and breaking his nose. Dean didn’t stop until the man was totally unrecognisable and unresponsive. Standing up off of his limp body, he looked over to me, his furious, almost animalistic stare softening instantly, even through all the blood that now painted his face. He took one step towards me before my feet worked on their own and carried me straight to him. I put my arms out to reach for him and he grabbed my hands and pulled me into his chest with zero hesitation, his arms circling me and his blood-soaked palms gently stroking my hair. I sobbed. I sobbed from the fear I felt, I sobbed for feeling like such a victim and I sobbed for the relief I now felt flooding my veins as Dean held me, not saying a word. Listening to his heartbeat with my ear to his chest, I felt so safe and secure that it made me want to sob even more.

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Dean ended up taking me straight back to my room - he called Sam to tell him what had happened as he wasn’t going to be returning to the diner. I had my second shower of the day as soon as we returned, wanting to scrub everywhere that horrible man had touched. Whilst I was washing, Dean had headed back to his own room to shower off the layer of blood coating his skin. After I was satisfactorily clean, I dried myself and dressed in that old T-shirt I wore the night before, pulling on some fresh underwear and perching on the end of the bed. I picked up the remote and started mindlessly flicking through channels, hoping to find something to distract my racing brain.

I’d been sitting in the same position for around ten minutes when there was a gentle knock on the door. I held my breath as I got up and walked over, looking through the peephole. It was Dean. I released that breath as I opened the door and let him in. He’d changed from his usual gruff attire to something way more comfortable - a plain white T-shirt and a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms. He smiled at me. A kind smile, nothing like those teasing and sly ones we’d been throwing at each other since yesterday. This one was genuine, and it made my chest feel warm. He locked the door behind him as I padded back over to the bed and climbed on it, sitting right in the centre with my legs crossed. I pulled the T-shirt down to cover my dignity as Dean placed a carrier bag in front of me. I peeked inside. It was full to the brim of all different types of snacks and I grinned up at him.

“You sure do know how to treat a girl, Winchester.”

He let out a soft laugh and looked down at the floor before taking residence beside me.

“You’re the first one who thinks so”.

“Oh yeah?”

“There’s a long line of women who definitely think otherwise,” he smiled a slightly sad smile. We both paused before I continued.

“Well if it means anything, what you did for me today, I-” he held a hand up to stop me as he saw the look of fear flit across my features again, the horrid memory bubbling to the surface.

“It was the least I could do,” he said softly before his brows furrowed, “but to be honest I should never have let you out of my sight.” The almost protective tone of his voice made my heart flutter a little, but It was my turn to reassure him as I placed my hand on his shoulder delicately.

“Dean, none of us knew that would happen. I know you wouldn’t have left me alone if you genuinely thought I was in danger - after all, you DID promise to keep me safe from my own shadow,” I flashed him a grin which he quickly returned, chuckling. We sat for a few moments in a strangely comfortable silence before there was another knock at the door. I went to get up to answer it but Dean beat me to it, swinging it open to show a very concerned Sam stood in the doorway. He looked at me with those big ever-worried eyes and I shot him my best ‘please don’t worry’ grin.

“I’m fine, Sam” I called out to him as I tried to listen in on the hushed words Dean was speaking. They conversed for a while, occasionally throwing glances at me as I rustled around in the bag of goodies Dean had supplied. Growing bored of not being involved with their conversation, I scooted back on the bed to lean back on the headboard and proceeded to flick through dozens of channels until I found something decent to watch. A few more minutes had passed and I’d munched my way through almost half a bag of Doritos when I heard the door close and it was just me and Dean again. He had a paper bag that Sam must’ve passed him, which he held up and pointed to.

“The blood stains came out of my clothes, although Sam said the people in the laundromat were giving him strange looks,” he laughed slightly, those striking eyes of his looking down into mine as he took a few steps closer. I laughed slightly, only imagining Sam’s awkwardness in that situation. I broke my gaze away from Dean for a few seconds, looking down at my hands before looking back up. I could tell he was hovering now, just waiting for me to say something.

“Dean I’m fine, you don’t have to stay.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind staying for a bit longer if you need me to” his hand ran over the stubble on his chin, his eyes not leaving me.

“Really, I’m ok. I’m probably just going to sit here and watch whatever this is-”

“It’s obviously Men in Black,” Dean scoffed. I smiled, finding comfort in the familiar snarky remark.

“Obviously - I don’t live under a rock Dean,” I rolled my eyes as I stood up, placing my hands on his chest. He was so warm to the touch that it was almost enticing me not to let go. The gentle thrum of his heartbeat was so soothing. But I did let go, and I spun him around to start ushering him to the door. As he was leaving, I grabbed my half eaten bag of chips and started munching again. He opened the door, stepping outside.

“Go back to your room Dean. I promise I’m ok. I don’t want you both hovering over me constantly making sure I’m fine; that will just make me feel worse,” I said as he spun to face me, nodding his head.

“Back to normal. Got it.”

“Great,” I said, sucking the tangy chip dust from my thumb. Dean suddenly reached out and snatched the half-eaten bag from my hand before quickly walking away.

“I’ll see you in the morning!” He shouted back at me before shovelling food into his mouth.

“You ass! I was eating those!” He shrugged in an overly animated fashion, not bothering to turn and look at me as he continued towards his room. I sighed, closing the door and locking it, sliding the chain across this time too. I padded back towards the bed and climbed in, pulling the covers up to my chin. As I started to drift off, the buzz of the movie still playing in the background, I smiled a little to myself:

Fucking Winchester.

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Chapter 6

[swiftsaltsweet]

Yokoya Days Ch 7: Kyoshi and Rangi Fight

Characters: Rangi and Kyoshi (RoK characters tbh)

Pairing: Rangshi (Mostly Rangi crushing and Kyo showing signs of attraction) and also showing Kyoshi's crush on Yun (as little as I can cause I'm biased~!)

Rating: T

Summary:

Ever wonder what Kyoshi, Rangi, and Yun were like before the whole Iceberg incident? How they first met? And so on? Aka, little episodic adventures of 14/15/16 year old Yokoyan Trio.

Canon compliant, end game pairings in the actual novel u_u

Other Sites: AO3 

A/N: TW for this chapter: fictional slurs and stereotypes (I used ones from the series). NO actual IRL slurs are used, just made up/fictional ones

And we got another uncomfy chapter :’) I dunno I feel like not only should it be explored but it’d be bound to happen? Ya got a privileged Fire National who is frustrated as all hell (and has a slight mean streak? Not that Hei or Kyo would notice that TT0TT)? And a girl who was raised to keep an open mind (Air Nomad mother and Air Nomad father figure), but is surrounded by outsider-hating Yokoyans? And they’re dumb 14 yos??? Something is BOUND to happen. TT0TT I feel like a more heated exploration is possible to happen before they become friends (maybe a more lighthearted/good natured exploration on the 4 nation stereotypes after they’re friends)?

Obvie and sadly can't go too far into it (they have to be able to bounce back after all TT0TT), but touching on it should be ok….. orz

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Rangi dragged her pointer finger down the length of the table and then examined it. “Is this the best you can do?” she asked the nearby maid.

“Ah, well, um…” The high pitched maid, named Lanying, fumbled through her sentence. She was only a few years older than Rangi, maybe a year older than Lee. But Rangi was taller than most girls not only her age but even older (again, not including Kyoshi), and it was enough that it allowed her to slightly tower over Lanying. Making her more intimidating, causing the maid to fumble even more.

Kyoshi was hiding around the corner, clutching at the vase filled with flowers she had just come back from attending to. 

Why does she have to be here? Kyoshi sighed. The vase was large, and extra heavy with all the fresh water she just put into it. After Kyoshi fixed the flowers in the room, she was going to help Lanying with the cleaning. They’d only just started on the room after all, but the little red terror was already terrorizing them! How could they work in this environment?!

It’s too early in the morning for this. How long was I gone? What? Ten minutes? At least it felt like that… Does she think we’re superhuman with superspeed like her? Give us a break, we just finished the morning meeting. While Kyoshi could appreciate someone else who valued tidiness and timeliness, this was a little extreme even for her. Again, for spirits sake the day just began! Give them a moment to start!

Kyoshi readjusted her grip on the vase. She was in a tight spot. Yes, normally she would jump out and help her coworker out… But it was Rangi. Whenever the two of them were involved with anything, it usually spelled trouble for the coworker Kyoshi was working with. It would probably be better for Lanying if Kyoshi left and came back. 

Kyoshi would usually wonder if Rangi had a job to do (such as guarding the Avatar!), but apparently this was her job…too. To yell and instruct others. And she was damn good at it. 

It’s like she was born to yell. She’d fit better as a drill sergeant than whatever she’s doing here…

“Kyoshi!” Rangi snapped loudly, obviously reading Kyoshi’s thoughts and wanting to show off her impressive voice projection to prove a point. Regardless if she was really a mind reader or not, Kyoshi still nearly jumped out of her skin. She still couldn’t understand how Rangi was able to tell where she was despite being so sneaky. “I know you’re there, get over here!”

Kyoshi groaned inwardly and came out from around the corner. “Miss Rangi,” she bowed the best she could. The reciprocity for her politeness was a very deep scowl. 

Friendly as always. Well…at least she’s consistent. 

“Explain to me how it is you’re the only maid in this mansion who knows how to clean a damn thing!” She asked, resting a hand on her hip. 

It was hard to tell if she was complimenting Kyoshi, or just trying to insult Lanying (Kyoshi assumed the latter). Regardless, Lanying shot Kyoshi a scornful look from behind Rangi’s back, and Kyoshi couldn’t help but begin sweating. 

Is she trying to ruin my relationship with the other maids?! 

It seemed Rangi’s entire manner of operation was to just make Kyoshi’s life as difficult as possible, so she wouldn’t put it past her. But Kyoshi was pretty sure this was the eighth time the firebender had thrown one of Kyoshi’s colleagues under the caravan. And each time she did, Rangi would somehow drag Kyoshi into it. Usually to showcase where Kyoshi’s colleagues’ weaknesses lie, and how they could improve. Which did not endear Kyoshi to them at all.

Kyoshi sighed, knowing her fate was sealed. She decided she could multitask with her work while being scolded, made her way over to the table the vase belonged to, and put the heavy bastard down. She may as well attempt to salvage the situation.

“I disagree, Miss Rangi. Lanying is fantastic in what she does. We’ve only just started, it’s not fair to give us a full evaluation when we were just given the task.” 

It was the truth. 

“Hm... Still I don’t see much progress. Care to explain?” Rangi challenged both of them. 

Micromanage much? Kyoshi bit her tongue. She tried to recall everything they’d been doing up to that point.

“Well we spent a few minutes observing the area to see what we needed to tackle first, then Lanying was going to prep the area while I handled the flower situation.” Kyoshi glanced over and saw Lanying nodding her head enthusiastically. “And then once I came back we were going to tackle the whole thing together.”

Kyoshi was confident as she spoke. When it came to what she needed to do with her job and how to do it, she was always sure of herself. It was the one thing in life she was actually confident in.

“Tell me, Kyoshi, how long were you gone?” Rangi asked, looking at her nails. 

“I dunno,” Kyoshi shrugged. “Ten minutes?”

“Ten minutes?” Rangi rolled her eyes, “You were gone for nearly forty! That task was given to you over an hour ago!”

Kyoshi felt her heart stutter at the realization, and fear she was about to get in trouble. Had she really been gone that long? Ok, maybe she got a little side tracked from her main task but– She really was working the entire time! But Rangi may not know that–

“I already know where you were. You were helping Auntie Mui, Lee, and even the main gate guards were you not?” 

Kyoshi’s only response was for her eyes to widen to the size of plates. Ok, Rangi did know what she was doing… Had she been watching Kyoshi? Or did she just have eyes and ears everywhere? 

“So how is it,” Rangi continued while she started pacing the room. “How is it that you could get all of that done in that amount of time, but this one couldn’t even wipe the dust off of a table properly?”

Rangi looked at Kyoshi expectantly, as if they were conspiring together. Kyoshi really didn’t understand the firebender. 

“Listen, I’m sorry I got a bit sidetracked, but that’s not Lanying’s fault!” Kyoshi defended her coworker. She watched as Rangi’s face quickly fell from a ‘confident investigator’ persona to a pout that read ‘What the hell are you doing? Why are you undermining my words?’ “She thought I was going to be back sooner, so she didn’t want to do anything too drastic without me! What’s so hard to understand about that?”

Rangi closed her eyes in frustration and sighed. “It doesn’t matter if she had to wait for you! She should’ve figured out something to keep herself busy! She’s being paid to work, not stand around and wait! I shouldn’t have to hold everyone’s hand!” 

Kyoshi could feel herself getting irritated. She understood the need to earn her keep, but for Rangi to act as if they were machines instead of humans? Was she really so callous?

“What? Is it that this place isn’t as much of a well oiled machine as ones in the Fire Nation?” Kyoshi asked sarcastically. Gearing up for her next dig. Probably something about how Fire Nationals are (ironically) cold-hearted machines. Would explain their heartless and insensitive nature. 

Instead of a scowl that Kyoshi was expecting, Rangi’s eyes began to sparkle. “Yes, exactly,” she said, a hint (understatement) of pride radiating in her voice. “I’m so glad you understand.”

Rangi’s sudden elation took the wind and irritation out of Kyoshi’s sails, and dread started creeping up on her. 

No… Don’t look at me like that. Like I just agreed with you! It was the opposite! The opposite! Kyoshi bit her tongue, attempting to chew right through it. It seemed nothing she said in any scenario helped her in any way. She was damned if she did, damned if she didn’t.

Kyoshi could barely look at Lanying, who was certainly glaring holes into Kyoshi’s skull. ‘How dare you choose to side with the foreigner instead of backing up your own country and countryman!’ Was what she was probably thinking.

This was going to be a very awkward cleaning day.

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The sun was high in the sky as Kyoshi pulled various weeds from the front garden. She was almost done, and when she finished, Auntie Mui said she’d make her a cool drink when she got back! She really should decline, but the sun and heat made one do crazy things.

This is the last treat, then I'm quitting cold squirrel turkey!

As Kyoshi pulled one of the final weeds, she saw two familiar blood red and black feet plant themselves next to her, facing away, and she sighed. She looked up to see Rangi, looking out, over to the main gate.

“Continue with what you’re doing, I just want to watch the show,” she said without so much as looking at Kyoshi.

Kyoshi frowned and stood up to look at whatever Rangi was watching. Her brow crinkled in confusion as she watched Lanying walking out of the mansion with some of the guards, carrying something. It looked like Lanying was trying to resist walking forward, talking with the guards very animatedly.

What on earth was going on?

“I really hate slackers,” Rangi announced out of the blue.

Then why do you act like you hate me so much? Kyoshi wasn’t a slacker, you’d think they’d get along on that front. But no. Rangi was abrasive as always.

The thought was quickly pushed away as she watched as Lanying was being escorted out to the front gate, a few of the maids following and seemingly yelling at the guards to stop. And then Lanying was thrown out. Kyoshi’s eyes widened as she realized what just happened. Lanying was fired. Was it because of this morning?

She stole a glance towards Rangi, who had a smug, self-satisfactory smile on her lips. Happy to have screwed someone out of a job. It didn’t take a detective to figure out that much.

The rage inside Kyoshi started to build from the indignation of it all. How can someone ruin another person’s livelihood like that, and look so pleased with themselves? How could Rangi lack any compassion? Was tar filled in her chest where her heart should be? Maybe that’s just how all firebenders were. They traded their ability to care about others in exchange for power. 

“Do you just like ruining people’s lives?” Kyoshi seethed, just barely managing not to raise her voice. She didn’t want to cause a scene, nor did she want to give Rangi the satisfaction.

That statement instantly wiped the smirk off of Rangi’s face, and she looked back at Kyoshi, confused. “What?”

“I asked: ‘Do you like ruining people’s lives?’” Kyoshi repeated. “Does it give you some sick joy? Destroying their income and livelihood? Knowing they may not have a meal in the future?”

“What? No. Like I said earlier, I hate slackers,” she repeated. As if that justified what she did. 

“It was just one day! She was imperfect for one day and you fired her?!”

Rangi snorted, trying to look unperturbed, but she was obviously getting angry. “Please, she never did her job. Let alone properly. She’s been lollygagging about day after day, getting other people to do her work while she thought no one was the wiser. Why would we need someone like her? Someone who’s a drain on our resources?”

“Drain on your–” that stopped Kyoshi up short. She felt sick. Yes, maybe Lanying wasn’t earning her keep like Rangi said, but to just be let go outright? Not given a warning? Not given a chance to repent and fix her behavior? Knowing one could be cut just like that... Kyoshi already thought that’s how things worked around here, feared it. But to see it working in front of her eyes? It all frightened her beyond imagination. 

She’d been right all along, despite reassurance from Kelsang and Auntie Mui. If she wasn’t careful she’d be next. Working here one moment, then cut the next with no warning, sleeping with the deer dogs on the street again. And Rangi was the greatest threat to all of that, just as Kyoshi had predicted.

“Yes,” Rangi replied, a smug smile growing back on her face. “You understand now, right? She needed to be cut loose, so we could run more efficiently!” 

But even still, Kyoshi couldn’t control her anger. Even if she could get fired. 

“Like in the Fire Nation?” Kyoshi bit out lowly.

“Yes! Like in the Fire Nation.” Rangi still had that smile on her face, unaware of the anger building inside Kyoshi. “We’re very efficient there. If you can’t pull your weight, you’re cut. Plain and simple. It keeps everyone in tip top shape and from being dragged down by dead weight. For some reason, the Earth Kingdom seems to not mind such weight, maybe it’s the rocks that you bend? I don’t understand it, but you needn’t worry, this is partially why I’m here. To fix problems like this.”

“You still shouldn’t have done that. Not like this, it wasn’t right. She should’ve been allowed to defend herself or at least get a warning.” Kyoshi gritted her teeth. “You’re just mean. A spiteful, elitist snob who doesn’t care about anyone but yourself. I just don’t understand how you take pride in cutting people down like this.”

The smile fell from Rangi’s face, cut down by Kyoshi’s words. Her eyes widened in shock before quickly forming into sharp daggers. “What?! No I’m no– Are you serious?! Are you an idiot?!” She pointed at her temple to exemplify her point.

“Maybe I am? At least I’m not someone full of hot air,” Kyoshi grumbled. 

She looked at Kyoshi incredulously, but only got a glare in response. “W–well you’re just a dipshit dirt eater!” 

Dirt eater... It was an insult that other nations had of the Earth Kingdom citizens. Probably because they thought they were poor and dirty. Uncivilized savages who ate rocks and dirt to survive. So this is what she thought of Kyoshi? Fine, Kyoshi had a feeling it was like this anyway. But at least she had confirmation now. 

Instead of Kyoshi defending herself, she decided to roll with the insult. It wasn’t untrue, at least...not in the way Rangi knew. “Maybe you’re right. Because I have eaten dirt before.”

Rangi’s face frowned slightly, uncertainty creeping onto it, not sure where Kyoshi was going with it. She wasn’t expecting that, she probably had enough sense that the dirt eater slur was a falsehood…for most people in the Earth Kingdom. But for Kyoshi, it was very much a reality.

“Sometimes it was the only thing I knew I could have for my next meal. Though I’m sure you never had to deal with something like that. Not everyone can be lucky enough to be born a rich ash–” Kyoshi stopped herself, but not quickly enough for Rangi to not know what she wanted to say. To see Rangi’s face recoiling and bracing for a verbal slap in the face. 

To be born a rich ash maker like yourself. What was the point of her slinging slurs around as well? It just made her feel dirty, and it wasn’t going to solve anything. 

Kyoshi grimaced, ashamed of herself. “You know what? No. I won’t stoop to your level,” Kyoshi spat. 

Rangi’s eyes widened and quickly looked down at the ground. Shame evident on her face. And then her jaw started flexing, and her signature scowl slowly formed on her lip; obviously annoyed she knew she was in the wrong and had no comeback. It should’ve been an ugly expression, one that reflected her inner cruelness but…no. It didn’t. Nothing Rangi did seemed to mar her beautiful features. She just looked more fierce and powerful, but beautiful nonetheless. And she probably knew that. 

Still, Kyoshi wished she could just… Just have one dig at her. She wanted to be cruel for once herself, but in a way that didn’t lower her to the same gutter as Rangi. Maybe it was petty and childish but…Rangi already had beauty, strength, money, and power. So why did she feel the need to take from others? 

“If you keep scowling like that, you’ll ruin your pretty face.” Is what Kyoshi wanted to say, to say it with so much vitriol, just to make Rangi second guess herself. To make her self-conscious. But she doubted Rangi could ever be self-conscious, it seemed like a foreign concept to her. So why bother?

Some people just have all the luck. Kyoshi thought bitterly. Life’s fairness was not equal to all. And it just felt so much more apparent when the two girls stood next to each other. 

Suddenly, Rangi’s eyes shot towards Kyoshi. Mouth opened, eyes widened, and face began to redden. Kyoshi wasn’t sure if she was shocked or angry or both. But…why?

Then Kyoshi’s eyes widened in reflection of Rangi as a realization hit her. “Did I just say that out loud?”

Kyoshi did it again, her tongue just did whatever it wanted, consequences be damned. Rangi probably thought the comment was impudent or something. 

Rangi apparently was at a loss for words too. Her cheeks puffing out. Kyoshi couldn’t tell if she was really fuming mad or…perhaps… Was she trying to avoid scowling? 

That kind of shocked Kyoshi, had her words actually affected the firebender? And why didn’t she feel the gratification she thought she'd feel? Maybe Kelsang was right, trying to bring others down was poisonous to one’s soul? Or maybe she didn’t like that she got caught? She’d have to reflect on this at a different time, namely a time that didn’t involve her skin potentially being barbecued. 

Kyoshi didn’t want to test her luck, it was best to just leave. “Please don’t kill me,” she said hastily.

With those parting words, she left the still fuming firebender to her own devices.

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A/N: Me: *writes the beginning and end little bits* Oh yes, light hearted this’ll be fine. :) Me: *writing the middle part* …………gdi it wasn’t supposed to get serious orz Quick! We need to end it on a slightly lighter note! *sob*

Anyway, I wrote this one before 3 and 4 (and this was gonna come before chapter 5 ngl but *shuffles things around* it didn’t…as you can see), and I forgot about the pretty comment I made here when I did the other chapter so… *skull emoji* It’s ok, I can work with this! We’re reinforcing things I guess-I MEAN, this was all planned from the beginning! ;U Yes yes all planned, that’s right. Anyway, gonna make that topknot spiral. >:3c

“Hot air” and “rocks for brains” is more of an insult than a slur in this world (decided to avoid using rocks for brains here so it’s not tainted by future use). Dirt Eater and Ash Maker ARE actual slurs in Avatar.

“Why would Rangi say a slur tho?” Tbh, she’s an elitist (from the FN to boot!) and a dumb 14 year old, AND she’s getting used to a new culture (that may or may not be friendly towards her). And she already says a few mean things in the novels (I think mostly in RoK over SoK), but her being a little flippantly mean isn’t new. (and she may not have been exactly in the wrong for getting the lady fired, but the one person she’s trying to gain favor towards is yelling at her and now she’s just….frustrated) Aka, I think the recipe is there for her to screw up.

“Ok then what about Kyo almost saying one?” She was literally raised in Yokoya for most of her life, the same place that HATES outsiders and is a port town. I’m sure she’s heard lots of things, tho she probs doesn’t agree with them. Still, when you’re mad sometimes you want to say the worst thing that comes to mind so you can hurt the other person. At least that was the mindset I was going for. Tldr; kids who lack perception and self control to *not* do those types of things.

I dunno, I feel like it’s more interesting for them both to have some prejudice to overcome. They aren’t exactly free from the influence of their environment after all. And even tho Kyo doesn’t say the slur, she still assumes things about Rangi (esp throughout this chapter, and probs would have agreed with Rangi’s reasoning if she stepped away from her prejudice against her and fear of losing her job). So… *shrugs* both have some developing to do. It makes more sense to do it now than when they become friends tbh (or at least, I feel like it makes more sense to have these bigger misunderstandings/charged events to happen *now* than later. Because they are at their peak “I don’t understand you” phase).

(this is why I pushed it back, cause I needed a light hearted episode and this turned out not light hearted haha *sobs* Kyo you aren’t getting fired silly girl calm down ;w;/)

Kyoshi: I insulted the scary bodyguard girl, she’s probably gonna kill me… Rangi, later that night in her diary: The girl I like said I was pretty >////< Again! TT0TT

But for real, Kyoshi coming at Rangi with that one-two punch of a tonal whiplash (ง •̀_•́)ง (ง •̀_•́)—̳͟͞͞o (Now we know why Rangi finds Kyo infuriating, she pulls shit like this and then runs off TT0TT).

[bheysitos]

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Previous Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5, Ch. 6

Chapter 7

Summary: Getting a new change of scenery, you guys try to come up with plans on how to survive through this temporary change until you can get answers. The four of you hope you can get by with the aid of your colleagues, though it isn’t Steve, nor Bucky.

Warnings: AU, Swearing

Word Count: 2,513

Czech Translations:

Kapička- Droplet

Drahý- Dear

Song Suggestions: Where Will I Go- Brief Encounters, Let’s Live For Today- The Grass Roots, Evil Is Going On- Canned Heat, Freaking Out The Neighborhood- Mac DeMarco

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You turned to look at each other, letting the radio host’s announcement sit. “But how?” Wanda mumbled.

You didn’t have any leads as to what could’ve possibly led to another time jump. You suggested that the crash might’ve caused it, though Vision shook his head to the suggestion. “It doesn’t seem likely. Last time this occurred, we were in the diner, not the car, which only voids us of an answer.” He stated while picking up a piece of mail from the floor and grabbing a pen. He began to jot down the years they were dropped into and the events that took place beforehand.

You peered at the paper inquisitively. “What’re you doing?”

“Taking note of our circumstances every time this transpires, so we could potentially find a correlation.” He sighed after writing down the last word onto the piece of mail. “And hopefully a cause.”

A frown started to etch itself onto Pietro’s face once he ripped his gaze from the paper to look up at you all. “So we bought clothes for nothing?”

Wanda took a deep inhale and turned to look out the car window. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue with you.”

“It was money spent on nothing! And what happens when we run out? We don’t have the money Tony has!”

Your brows furrowed at this. “He’s got a point. We don’t know how long we’ll stay in here and if the money we have will be enough.” You started to bite your nails anxiously as you tried to think of ways to deal with this situation. “We should keep the things we buy within this car. The car so far has come with us, regardless of location, so it looks like our best bet.”

“Looking for brief jobs could be a start to saving if that’s the case then. Or if we’re fortunate enough to have an avengers-esk team in this reality, then we might be able to get employed for the time being. And maybe get answers.” Vision added.

Wanda reluctantly nodded and huffed; hating to admit her brother had a point. She gazed at the flickering neon lights from a sketchy motel and grimaced a the sight. “A place to stay as payment would be nice too.”

“Can you not zap us into an apartment?” Pietro faced you.

You shook your head. “It doesn’t work like that. I can only transport myself so far.” You said in slight frustration. “Still working on transporting people with me.” You muttered the last part.

“I get why they needed me now.” He taunted under his breath; earning a flick on the forehead from you and his sister. He rubbed the spots after slapping both of your hands away. “Why am I always targeted?! Vision never has to endure this.”

His sister rolled her eyes. “Vision is not annoying.”

The compliment seemed to catch him off guard, judging by the red pigment dusting his human colored skin. “Oh, thank you. I think.”

“No problem, Vis.”

“Okay so Vision is amazing. Great!” Pietro then gestured to the building across the street. “Where are we going to stay at tonight, cause that motel over there should not even be in service.”

“The only thing we can do is drive around to find another place. Unless a store that sells a map of the town is still open at-” You check the time written on the car radio. “1:34 in the morning. And even if we do buy a map, we don’t know how long it’ll be useful for before we jump into another fucking world!” You sighed exasperatedly; your hands covering your face as your head dropped. You could feel a headache coming on by the uncertainty of all this. You hated not knowing how long this would last and how you could make this work for a long period of time, if it came to that.

Pietro’s demeanor softened as he saw you hide behind your hands. He carefully reached out and gingerly brought them down onto your lap. “It’ll be fine. We will find somewhere to stay at, and if not tonight, we have the car, no? Then when the sun comes up, we will search for a motel. Hopefully one that does not have a sign that will fall onto us the moment we enter.” You snorted at the description. “If we find ourselves here for more than a day, we will do what you and Vision have said and take it one step at a time, okay? We will get out of here. It might take time. And that’s okay. All that matters right now is that we can find somewhere to sleep at.” He murmured while peering into your eyes, gently squeezing your hands in his. “And I don’t want to find out what you’re like in the morning when you don’t have a goodnight sleep.” A toothy smile found it’s way onto his face once your eyes rolled and a smile broke out. “Y’know, I can run around the city until I find a good place that’s open?”

You frowned. “It’s like stupidly hot right now though.” Even though his idea really would help, you did feel guilty if he had to run in the heat like this.

“I’ve been through worse, kapička. But your pampering flatters me.” He winked; the wide smile remaining on his face. “Wait here, I’ll be back.” And just like that he was gone with only a gust of wind left to take his place.

You fixed your being and fluttered your lashes; your eyes adjusting to the abrupt charge of air that just hit it. “I do wish he gave us more time to prepare when he did that.”

Less than five seconds later, he came back and was seated. He held his hand in his lap, though it seemed as if he was discreetly angling it away from you. One slight tilt to the left was enough for you to catch a glimpse of the blue ink on it, and the lines marking his hand. He turned to look up at you and swiftly put his hand back down onto his lap. “Take a right.”

“He needs to write down how to get somewhere when he gives someone else directions. Or else he’ll forget cause he is not going at the speed he typically goes at.” Wanda said unamused as she leaned into the space between the two front seats.

“Y’know it doesn’t cost you to keep quiet.”

“You were going to make a fool of yourself if you kept looking down at your hand throughout the whole ride. I just saved you from further embarrassment, you should be thankful.”

Pietro grumbled at that and continued with giving you directions until you found a safe enough motel and booked a room. You all got rest and went to nearby stores for luggages and clothes the next morning. You each shopped for a few clothing items, just in case you did get transported after a day. You kept them in the car when not in use after buying; testing to see if your theories were correct for the next time it occurred. You also bought a few basic necessities in small increments for the same reason.

You each got ready for the day with your new outfits and repeated the process from two days ago. Except instead of proving if this were an alternate timeline, this time you were looking for evidence of your teammates potential existence in this world. And as if hearing your pleas, it didn’t take long to find that they did. Or at least two of them did. Clint and Nat. The thing was, they didn’t have an agency like S.H.I.E.L.D. but were rather faceless vigilantes. You figured you could work with that. The issue was finding a way to get in contact with them.

That is where the four of you found yourselves; waiting in dangerous parts of the city, hoping to catch one of them in the midst of a fight. That plan didn’t go over well as three nights had gone by and nothing.

“They are not going to show up.” Pietro said after 20 minutes of waiting on the fourth night. “It’s only two of them in this city, there’s no way we’ll spot them like this.”

“What do you suggest then?”

“Get their attention.” He shrugged.

You raised your brow. “How though?” He dashed off and came back in less than a second with a bandana on his head and two holes cut where his eyes would be.

“Join the action.” He grinned and held out bandanas and ski masks.

Wanda took a bandana. “You could’ve just tied it around half of your face.”

“I needed to cover my hair.”

“It barely covers it. Use this, not the cloth.” Wanda plucked out a ski mask to hand it back to him while you and Vision took the two articles of clothing left.

Pietro was visibly upset at the suggestion. “It’s not as cool.”

The four of you went on to stalk different sections of the city; fighting lawbreakers with your new attire that Pietro supplied for you all by ‘borrowing’ after getting the head pieces. You all agreed upon not using powers, as it seemed this world hasn’t had superbeings, so you used hand to hand combat instead. You heard nothing from them that night, but at least the city caught wind of the four of you. And that in itself could’ve been the reason that on the fifth night, you were confronted by the pair after having taken down some criminals.

“Interesting suits. Pretty sure I saw that very shirt just three blocks down.” You turned around to see Clint and Nat behind you; weapons not held up but not fully put away either.

“Got these on discounts.” Pietro spoke up.

Nat tilted her head at that and raised her brow. “Wasn’t aware 13th street and 9th were having a sale?”

You turned to look at Pietro with furrowed brows as if asking “where did you get these?” He ignored your stare and responded to Natasha mockingly. “You keep track of all the clothes in the city?”

“We got some complaints.”

“I thought you were fighters not landlords.”

“Yeah well people talk when four new crime fighters enter the scene with theft already on their hands. Congrats, you made the headlines if that was what you wanted.” Clint held up a newspaper packet with four separate pictures of the four of you fighting in your ‘suits.’ “It’s how we got the complaints when residents saw their clothes on the front page.”

Pietro avoided the gaze from his twin, you, and Vision as he stared off onto the street. You shook your head and rolled your eyes before facing the duo in front of you. “Right, we’re sorry about that. We’ll return these in the morning. Guess we should’ve been careful about who runs errands for us.” You chuckled with a strained smiled; hoping Pietro caught the jab. “We really didn’t mean to get off on the wrong foot with you and the neighborhood.”

“As long as you don’t steal again, we’ll be in the clear.” The pair was about to leave, yet Clint turned around once more. “And you guys should keep the talking to a minimum when fighting or in your suits. Most of you have distinguishable accents. Just a heads up if you don’t want trouble with the law.”

Your eyes widened a smidge upon the realization. You weren’t a masked hero and the twins, and Vision, were meant to be maskless as well, when joining the team. It genuinely slipped your mind that you could get recognized by your way of speaking. So in an attempt to keep in contact with the vigilantes, and get guidance, you asked them if they could mentor the four of you. The two looked shocked and glanced at each other before returning their gazes onto you all.

“What are you guys some type of teen titans?” Clint teased.

Your mouth opened to make a retort but then closed back up. To be fair, you did have a robot, who may not have been half human, but felt and thought like one. And you had Wanda who was like a sorceress. Pietro was just…Pietro you guess. To his credit, he does have the confidence, flirtatiousness, and agility (except more enhanced) that resembles Nightwing’s; with a humor that mirrors Beast Boy’s. Plus, while you weren’t an alien, you could teleport.

Shit Clint was right to a degree without even knowing. And you were going to keep it that way too. You cleared your throat. “No, though some tips and tricks would help greatly. We can fight but the whole being discreet and covering our tracks is still new to us.”

They shared looks as if having a mental conversation until Nat nodded whilst letting out a sigh. “Alright then. Training starts tomorrow night at 8 on the dot. Bring new threads. Preferably ones that don’t have a five finger discount. Uh-” She held her index finger up and brought her other hand up to her ear while nodding. “Copy. We’ll get there soon.” She hinted at Clint that they had to go with the tilt of her head.

“Right, well nice chat, but we’ll have to cut this shor- Alright! Alright! We’re going! Jesus have some patience man, I can’t think when you’re yelling in my ear.” He huffed and nodded in acknowledgment towards the four of you; Natasha following along before taking off. Unfortunately, they were too quick to leave that you had failed to ask where to meet them at.

The next morning….

“This should be it.” You said once you finished folding the last clothing item. “I can’t believe you broke into these people’s homes.” You said under your breath while shaking your head.

Pietro collected the clothes from you and furrowed his brows. “I didn’t break into their homes.”

“Then how’d you get these?”

“From the clothes they hang outside to dry.” He shrugged. “Don’t leave your clothes out if you don’t want them to get stolen.” You gave him a deadpanned look, causing him to put his hands up in defense. “Hey, you said we needed to save, so I went with the best method! Look, all the stores were closed, and you didn’t like me stealing from a vendor yesterday.”

“So you stole from everyday people?”

“They’re getting it back are they not?”

“After we found out through Nat and Clint.”

“See? Perfect! It all worked out.” He taunted and then leaned in to peck your temple. Before you could react, he ran off; his words echoing in place of him, “Thank you for the help, drahý!” You hadn’t even processed the sound of something falling onto the bedside table, until the items caught the corner of your eyes. Pietro left you with your favorite snack and drink, along with a note that read “I said I’d get your snacks next time ;)”

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A/N: Not much to say besides hoping you guys liked or okay with the change!

[callsigns-haze]

Pretty like a crime

Chapter 8

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood, undercover work, alcohol use, smut, kissing

Prologue/ Part 1/ Part 2/Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7

"Alexandre, is back in the family." Matthew says as you sit on your balcony, sipping wine to help relieve the stress you've just experienced.

"Nice," you mumble taking another sip and looking at him from behind your glasses. He's changed so much recently, more tensed and stressed. He's been so full of anger and lost compassion that you simply don't understand.

"What's going on with you!" He lifts his voice and you don't even lift your gaze. He's angry but there's nothing that could get you more pissed than you already were. The people who hated the Chevaliers were working their way through history and you were giggling at the sidelines.

"Your brother just flipped his car and nearly died. You're so stuck up and arrogant that you don't even go and visit him and just sit here going on about business, THAT'S WHAT'S FUCKING WRONG WITH ME!" You shout at him.

"All you care about if your doing well in daddy's business. Not once did you stop and think about anyone around you, even your own brother's. Matthew, history from ten years ago is getting pulled back up from the grave and you should care about not getting caught by a lose thread!' And with that your gone. As you storm off as you shove past Penelope.

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These people cared for no one at all. All they cared about was money. You don't know how you got yourself so deep into this drama but you don't want to know, but one thing you learned is that the only way to survive is to thrive by yourself.

You run down as fast as your legs can carry you. Your dad was called down to the police station along with other team members with no reason for the explanation behind it.

You pull out your badge and guards approve your entering and sadly the first person you lay on is the last you would've wanted. "Matthew."

Matthew, was your father's lawyer, family business brings close and yet that so-called lawyer is actually your ex. You haven't seen him ever since you left, from what you heard he went for rehab and it showed. He didn't seem sloppy and drowsy anymore, he had composure. He stood up straight, eyes not bloodshot and looked like the Matt you knew.

"Y/N."

He could not believe his eyes. The woman he had loved for all those years and the same woman that left him was now standing right in front of him, ready to hear news about her father.

"Hi." You both say in sync , causing the two of you to let out a laugh. Your laugh was one of the finest you've ever given off, you're far from happy to see this man and no act could fake it. It broke the thick and tense silence as you asked, "What happened with my dad?"

He looked down at you and pulled out a bunch of paper while pointing and explaining, "They pulled evidence from back years, then forged them together and got this mess." It sure was a mess, each line being more fake and unrealistic from the other.

Your father would never do such things and never did, he has worked honestly and fairly and whoever was doing this to him would surely pay.

"Can I-"

"Hey, Cobra!" A voice from behind you calls as the tall, muscular, blonde, green eyed Texan runs up beside you. He kisses your cheek lightly as Matthew hunts him down with his gaze. Horrible timing Hangman.

"Who's this?" Jake asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. These actions are getting stared at by Matthew as if he was a hawk hunting his prey. "Matt, this is Jake my partner. Jake, this is Kai's dad Matthew."

If you ever seen a cartoon character lose colour in milliseconds there was no better way of describing Jake. All the colour drained from his face, he went all pale and stiff, while shaking as he held his hand out.

Matthew stared at Jake's put out hand and ignored it, slightly shoving past it as he tells you. "They don't have anything solid on him, don't worry. Excuse me, I have to go see my client." He shoved past Jake whispering in his ear as he walked past. "If I were in your place I'd leave my family alone."

Jake got the biggest chills of his whole life. Your ex was, Matthew Chevalier. Nicely putting it, he was done for.

"You didn't tell me HE was Kai's dad. Wait! So you're-" You've heard this sentence more than you could count in your life, exactly the words used on the phonecall.

"Madame Chevalier or Lady, whatever you wanna call it." You sigh, pulling your head back and putting it back down to lock eyes with Jake. You stare at his green eyes for just a moment and then lean in to plant a kiss upon his lips. You wrap your hands gently around his neck, twirling his hair lightly as your lips perform a sort of dance. You pull back and look Jake in the eyes.

"As much as I hate him he's still Kai's father and a damn good lawyer, that's all that matters."

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You enter the white room where Romain lay. His neck was injured and in a brace and his arm was in a cast. He looked so powerless. In this moment he looked as if he lost all the authority he's ever had.

You walk toward the hospital bed and sit down on the small chair beside him. A tear slips from your eye as you watch him in such a state. Out of all the Chevaliers he was the only one with dignity and a heart and this all happened because his dad kicked him out for loving a man and not Grace.

"Hey," you say, putting his free hand in yours as he looks at you. A tear leaves his eye as he lays his sight upon you. You felt horrible for him. He didn't deserve this, not at all.

"Y/N, I-i-i-i." You shush him already knowing what he was going to say. The Fortuny family ended in such a way and now he did the same but if it wasn't for Olivia he'd already be dead.

"Romain, their death wasn't in your hands."

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You lay on your couch as Kai insisted on walking Jake's dog with him, and there was no way you could deny it. The blanket lay only upon your feet as you curled yourself up into a ball.

Matthew was sober and back into his ordinary life. He was sober and in a brilliant state, he was influenced and trusted and most importantly out of all, he found you. Matthew had the right to fight for Kai if he wished to.

Kai was his son after all and the only reason you left was due to the struggles that your relationship pushed. You quickly got divorced papers and signed them and immediately left the continent let alone the country.

You earlier pulled out a glass of champagne, but now you've ended up in the middle of chugging the whole bottle. Your ex husband is in town, meaning he could tear you down for what you did. He could easily get rid of you for what you've done.

"MOMMY!" Kai's voice echoed through the apartment as they returned from their walk. You place the champagne bottle down onto the glass, black coffee table and sit up properly from your previous egg position.

The second Jake had taken off your son's shoes, the little boy ran to you and sat beside you before you pulled him into your lap. "Mommy, can I stay up with the doggy?" The little boy enforced one of the fittest pouting lips you've ever seen but you couldn't say yes, not tonight.

"I'm sorry baby, bed now. You've taken a bath earlier and went out in your PJ's so you're perfectly ready for a night snooze." Kai groans as Jake appears leaning against the living room doorframe with the young energetic dog at his feet.

"Your mommy's right buddy, you'll still have time to play tomorrow." You look up at Jake and smile before standing up with Kai on your hip.

You carry him over to Jake where your boyfriend happily relieves your arms from your son, carrying him to his room to put him down.

- Once Jake re-entered he found you leaning against the kitchen counter, head pointing downwards as you took deep breaths.

There were silent tears streaming down your face when the flashback of the papers went through your head. You let out a little sob not being able to contain yourself and that's when Jake noticed you crying.

"Noo angel, don't cry. I'm here now everything is ok," at that you get up to face him gently wrapping your arms around him and sobbing into his chest.

"Shhhh baby, it's okay. I'm here."

"It's just that when I left I never had to s-s-see him aga-" you could even finish the sentence with your shaking. You were having another panic attack. You haven't had one in ages but Jake knew this wouldn't end well if you didn't relax and take a breath.

"Look at me angel," he commands softly, not trying to be ruff or rude but in a way to get you to listen.

You raze your gaze to him as your glassy eyes spill again and you start hiccuping softly.

"Now, see angel. I'm here, okay? I'm fine and I'm with you so let's keep the past to the past and now everything is okay," he says pulling you in gently.

Your son's slowed down as you started taking deep, slowed down breaths. "I don't want him here. I want him gone, for good this time!" You choke out before reburying yourself in Jake's chest. You want Matthew dead.

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