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What did you call me?

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Aaron Hotchner x plus size fem!reader

NSFW Minors dni please

Warning(s): fatphobia, angst, body insecurities, comfort, smut, fingering, daddy kink/sir kink, spanking, body worship, sex toys, unprotected sex, just generally very smutty lmao

When Dom/sub couples begin to show up murdered mid-coital, the BAU team is brought in to solve the case. But as more couples are found and the unsub remains undetected, it becomes an undercover mission. The posing Dom/sub couple in question? Your intimidating, attractive boss and you.

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Hiiiiiii 💖💖💖 just wanna say thank you so so much for enjoying this lil series, the response has been amazing!!! It really warms my heart so again thank you so much!! I really hope you enjoy this last chapter and here's to more fics in the future!! I hope you all enjoy 💖

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From the moment you arrived back at the station you could feel the stares from the officers around you, zeroing in on you like a pack of wolves. You wanted nothing more than to shrink into nothingness, anything to stop them staring at you. You remembered that you still had that damn collar on and made quick work of removing it, but now you had nowhere to put it. Your bag was in your hotel room.

Reluctantly, you approached Emily, who was chatting quietly to Spencer whilst waiting for your unit chief to... re-emerge. Spencer blinked as he caught sight of the lovebites that were starting to really set in on the bare skin of your chest and neck. Emily smirked at you when she spotted you but you tried to ignore it.

"Em... I was wondering if you could put this in your bag for now?" You asked, holding out the collar whilst your cheeks flushed. You kept your gaze elsewhere, anywhere but your two friends. She chuckled.

"I mean, you could just wear it."

You clenched your jaw and stepped closer, anxiety beginning to bubble inside you.

"Please, just put it in your bag! I'll take it back off you when we get back to the hotel, but for now please take it off me."

She stared at you for a moment, then a wide grin stretched across her face.

"Alright, alright I was just teasing. Save that begging for Hotch. I'll take it for now, alright?" She teased, making Spencer take a large gulp of his coffee, brows raised and eyes wide and you scrunched your own shut for a second.

"Could have worded that differently but... Thanks." You handed the collar to the raven haired woman and she shoved it into one of the side pockets of her bag. You exhaled and wrapped your arms around yourself again. There was a flurry of footsteps behind you and your shoulders tensed up, not daring to turn around at the risk of facing Hotch.

"-We'll have to start conducting the interrogation without him, I'm not waiting around forever." You heard the chief of police say and your eyes glanced towards Spencer and Emily, equally sharing an exasperated expression. Sighing quietly, you turned around and came face-to-face with the chief, Rossi, Derek and JJ, who looked a little stressed out.

"At the very least, allow us to do this. If you go in there hot-headed, she's going to just seize up and not say a word." Rossi said and you glanced at him, before quickly looking away.

"Are you suggesting I don't know what I'm doing?" The chief turned around to stare down the seasoned agent, who didn't even batter an eye.

"I'm telling you what you need to know. We know how to deal with these things. Yelling at a suspect like this isn't going to get you anywhere."

Clearly dissatisfied with this, the chief spun on his heel to storm away when he seemingly finally noticed you were there and the expression on his face when his eyes sharply analysed you from head to toe made your chest tighten.

"You couldn't have gotten changed before you got here?" He asked gruffly and you squared your shoulders.

"No, why would I? There would be no point in me going back to the hotel to change my clothes and then travelling back here." You said. He sneered at you.

"Well no-one here really wants to see you dressed like you're trying to be a tart. You don't have the body for it anyway."

You couldn't stop your mouth from falling open in shock and dismay, paralysed by the harsh words. The room around you seemed to move, but you couldn't register that your friends and colleagues were in motion, the chief suddenly out of sight. This wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last time on a case you'd face such things from disgruntled detectives, police officers and the like, but no one would be so daring as to say something like that in front of the others. You'd never spoken about it to anyone, feeling embarrassed that you were treated as lesser than them. But now... Now they all knew.

You felt a hand on your shoulder which made you flinch and snap out of your daze.

"Hey... Come on." It was Derek's voice. You slowly turned to him and saw the concern deep-set on his face. You sighed a little and fought back the ache in your throat, the stinging in your eyes and the tremble of your lower lip.

"I'm fine. Who's doing the questioning?"

With a slight shake of his head, Derek placed his other hand on your other shoulder.

"Don't worry about that right now. What he said to you; it's a load of shit, okay?"

You didn't know what to say, so you shrugged. His hands tightened slightly, his concern deepening. His eyes glanced behind you and he communicated wordlessly with whoever it was, then his eyes returned to you.

"Prentiss and Rossi are going in there for now. You and I are going to get you something warm to drink, okay? We'll see where's still open right now." He said with a gentle sternness. You knew there was no point in trying to debate him on this, so you offered a small smile.

"Alright."

Even with this little bit of respite from the humiliation and pain you felt, soon to be holding your favourite warm drink whilst your friend did his best to make you smile, you knew the moment you were alone in your hotel room there would be nothing to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks and soaking into the pillows.

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Half an hour into the interrogation, Derek held the door open for you to slip into the viewing room to listen and watch. Your eyes darted around the room and your shoulders slumped; Hotch wasn't there still, but the chief was. He side-eyed you, looking a little pale and swallowing thickly before he returned to watching Rossi and Emily talk to Tanya. Why wasn't Hotch here still? Even if he had become...aroused during the undercover work, surely he would have returned to the station by now. You held back a sigh, instead sipping your drink as you analysed Tanya. There was no space for distractions, for silly thoughts. And yet...

Yet you couldn't stop thinking about him. Why he hadn't returned still. Was he avoiding you? Maybe he felt regretful for having to do those things with you. Maybe he was disgusted by you. Maybe-

Warmth surrounded you. Expensive fabric draped over your shoulders and suddenly your senses were overpowered. His cologne, his natural musk. Oh...

Cautiously, you peeked to the side and glanced up. Your mouth fell slightly open. Hotch gazed down at you, his eyes were already on you and your heart ached and your stomach felt fluttery. You noted that he was more well put together than earlier, as though nothing had ever happened. You turned away quickly, hoping the interrogation would be over soon so you could escape. This wasn't fair. Why...why did you allow yourself to let your guard down when you were doing the undercover work with him? You were embarrassed. Surely, he would have easily picked up on the fact that you weren't even acting, especially when the two of you made it to the bed and his lips were on your skin. At this point, you weren't so sure how you were going to return to work as normal after this.

"(L/n). Are you okay?" Hotch asked you quietly, pulling you from your thoughts. Shit, you hadn't realised tears were brimming in your eyes. You cleared your throat, refusing to turn from the viewing window.

"Oh yeah, I am. Just the adrenaline slowly dying down now." You said lamely. He laid a hand on your arm, willing you to turn to him. You tensed up at his touch, making him drop his hand and his brow to furrow.

"I'm not sure you are."

You couldn't do this, it was stupid. Stupid to be upset about a job, about your boss doing what you were supposed to be focussed on. You turned to the window again and looked down at the drink in your hand, delicate swirls of steam rising from the liquid.

"I think they're close to getting a confession from her."

"(L/n)." Hotch's voice sounded tight but you held firm.

"I just want to focus on this," you glanced at him and felt your heart clenching tightly, you almost hated the concern etched on his face. "Please."

Defeatedly, he sighed quietly and nodded.

"We'll have a talk later, then."

Your hands were trembling the next time you took a sip of your drink.

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There was no respite for you even when the interrogation was over. No, you'd made haste leaving the station after handing Hotch his jacket back, not giving him time to speak before you were rushing away, and even managed to travel with Rossi once again back to the hotel with Derek and Spencer in the back. And yet...

Yet your dear colleagues weren't about to let you wallow by yourself. All you wanted to do was change into your pjs and, frankly, cry yourself to sleep that night but JJ and Emily all but refused to return to their hotel rooms without making sure you were okay. It wasn't unwelcome, per say, but you wanted time to yourself to just process everything and let your emotions out alone.

And so you were curled up on your bed, still in the damn dress and lingerie, shoes long since kicked off at the door for the last time and pantyhose discarded in your bag, hugging one of your pillows to your chest. The two women watched you cautiously, both perched on the bed with you.

"Does it happen often?" Emily asked gently. You nodded glumly, eyes trained on the bedsheets.

"For about 70% of cases we go on I come across at least one person who treats me like that."

"Please try to tell one of us if it happens again in future, (Y/n)." JJ gazed at you and placed a hand on your arm. "I mean, if you told Hotch he would -"

"-no! I'm not telling him or would ever tell him about this!" You hissed, panic rising within you. "That's such a stupid thing to do. I'm an adult, there's no need for me to tell him people are being rude to me like he's a-a- a freakin' teacher or my dad or- Just no."

Before either of the women could say anything to counter this you glared. "And neither of you should tell him too. Keep him out of this."

"(Y/n), it's just important you don't let others to keep treating you like this. Hotch cares a lot about you. I mean, he's been asking about you because he worries about you. And that's only us that we know of him asking." The raven haired woman spoke softly, it made you grit your teeth and squeeze the pillow tighter.

"It's only because he's noticed I've not been focused enough at the moment." You muttered, not wanting to feel the flutter in your stomach. Maybe he did care, but not the same way as you cared for him.

Emily sighed quietly and lay a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey... Look, I'm sorry for teasing you about him. I don't mean any ill-will, I just think you both should get together."

You glanced at JJ, who smiled in agreement, it didn't stop the swirling thoughts in your head though.

"It's fine. I just..." You moved one of your hands to brush against one of the lovebites on your neck, unsure how to word what you wanted to say. "I guess I just, well, got too caught up in the moment that when the suspect burst into the hotel room I had to face reality. Hotch, he's my boss, nothing more. He's much older than me, I would just be too immature for him. I also just don't think I'd, yknow...be his type."

You stared intently at the bedsheets now, focusing hard to stop yourself from crying. The older women encased you in an embrace, letting you sniffle quietly as finally a few stray tears escaped your eyes.

"You need to talk to him, okay? If not tonight then maybe when we're back in Quantico." JJ suggested softly and as much as you hated the idea you nodded meekly, considering bringing up a request to either transfer to a different unit or resign. It was a good while before they let go of you, only doing so when you insisted you just wanted to get out of your clothing and put your pjs on. You were exhausted, not so much in dire need of sleep, just mentally and emotionally. With a gentle reminder they were both one message away from being there for you, Emily and JJ bid you good night and disappeared off down the corridor to their own rooms. Finally, you were in solitude. Now you could mourn a relationship that never would be and try to figure out where you'd go from here.

For a quarter of an hour you simply lay on your back with your arms sprawled out, staring at the ceiling as fresh tears streamed down your temples, every so often making your face twitch at the feeling. You didn't feel you even deserved to be so heartbroken over Aaron Hotchner. Neither of you were dating, he never showed any indication that he wanted to date you, nor would that be allowed anyway with his position as your boss. It was all in your head. Your lower lip trembled again as a new round of crying started up. At the very least you should get out of the clothes you were wearing before you gave up entirely on the evening. And so, very reluctantly, you pushed yourself to sit up and began the process of undoing your bra first through the dress.

The instant the clasp came undone you exhaled, feeling relieved. You pulled the garment out through the top of the dress once you'd moved it off your shoulders and dropped it next to you. Your hands drifted to the hem of the skirt, ready to pull it up over your head.

And then there was a firm knock on the door.

Instantly, you felt apprehension flood through you, bristling at the hollow sound. It was eerily familiar, but you weren't feeling in the mood to answer the door, whoever it was there. So you ignored it, opting to pull the skirt up again.

Another knock, more insistent now. With a groan, you rose up on your feet and stormed over to the door, just wishing to be left alone. You unlocked it, swung the door open and opened your mouth to speak.

"Please, just leave me alo-" Your voice died in your throat, eyes bulging wide and your stomach clenching. No... Surely, this was a joke.

"(L/n)." Hotch's voice was soft, deep. You slowly closed your mouth and cleared your throat.

"U-uhm. Good evening, sir." You managed to mumble. He stepped closer.

"May I come in?" He asked you cautiously, eyeing you. You barely managed to say yes to him whilst you stepped out of the way, pulling the door open wider as you retreated, then quietly closed the door behind him. You couldn't turn around just yet.

"C-can I help you, sir?"

"You've been crying."

Ouch. At that, you slowly faced him with your head bowed slightly.

"I may have been, yes."

He watched you, taking in your current state, trying to avoid lingering around certain areas after noticing a few changes since he last saw you. He stepped forward one step, hands at his sides loosely.

"Why?" He promoted you gently. You shrugged.

"It's nothing important."

"But it clearly is if it's making you cry. So please, tell me why you've been crying."

You felt your hands trembling when you slowly tilted your head up enough to gaze at him through wet lashes. He was so fucking gorgeous; the same button down shirt from earlier that night, the sleeves rolled up, those form-fitting dress pants, his beautiful brown eyes and beauty marks on his skin. You felt a fresh tear roll down your cheek.

"I.... I don't know what you want me to say." You finally said after a round of opening and closing your mouth. He frowned slightly, stepping closer to you enough for you to have to lift your head up more if you wanted to look him in the face.

"Dave told me what the chief of police said to you. I had....a word with him."

Your eyes widened and you stumbled further into the room, running a hand over your scalp.

"Oh fuck, that goddamn Italian man. I swear...." Your hands curled into fists and you closed your eyes for a second. "You didn't need to do that. I'm fine."

"Yes I did. I won't stand for anyone in my team being treated like that." He countered you, not breaking his stare. Your face fell, shoulders drooped slightly and you wrapped your arms around yourself.

"I... I'm tired, I was getting changed. Is it okay if we just talk about this another time?" You mumbled softly, refusing to look at the man in front of you.

"No."

You blinked, then looked up at Hotch wide-eyed.

"I'm sorry?"

He stepped closer still, eyes on yours as he gazed down at you through those gorgeous eyelashes.

"I said no. It's important I settle this now with you." He drew in a deep breath and rolled his shoulders back. You were entranced, you couldn't help it. "I need to make sure you know you did very well on this case, that you always do. But during this one you were exceptional."

You trembled a little, you could feel the warmth radiating off him and your brain felt slightly mushy from the praise.

"I..."

Hotch's eyes narrowed slightly. Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed up at him, blood rushing in your ears.

"You never seem to know what to say when given praise from me. Why is that?" He asked you firmly but not unkindly. You trembled.

"I... I don't think this is something we should be discussing, sir." You managed to mumble but he didn't waver.

"Ever since you joined my team you've always been shy and cautious around me. I originally thought it was just your personality but the way you interact with the others is very different." He was so close to you now that his scent melded into you, his warmth only posing to make you feel all the more hotter. "I began to have my suspicions of why, but it did become apparent to me what was happening. This...case only solidified that."

Oh god. He knew. He knew and still asked you to do the undercover job with him. The blood drained from your face and a coldness flooded your abdomen.

"W-wait, you've known I was into you all this time?!" You were mortified, staring wide eyed at Hotch. "You shouldn't have asked me to do that undercover job!"

You scrambled backwards from him and felt the back of your legs hitting the bed. Hotch watched you carefully, shifting his weight slightly to one hip.

"Perhaps not, no."

"So why? Why ask me to do it?" You pleaded softly, feeling your eyes prickle with tears. He followed you now and cupped your cheeks gently with his warm hands, stuttering your breaths.

"Because I'm a selfish man, (Y/n)." He spoke and you froze. Surely you were hearing him wrong.

"What?"

He smiled, one that you always loved seeing, as rare as it was. He leaned in closer to you, eyes on yours as he was now gazing through his long lashes.

"What I'm trying to say is I have feelings for you too."

No, there had to be a mistake. Your lower lip trembled slightly and your brows scrunched together.

"But...you're not into me... You've never been into me." You said quietly. He stroked your cheeks with his thumbs as he gazed down at you.

"I didn't want to overstep any boundaries. I'm your boss, it would affect you if it was not approved, not me. But also..." He swallowed thickly and glanced away. "I'm too old for you, I have a son, emotional baggage. But I decided to be selfish anyway and have you with me earlier, just so I could have even just a moment of pretending things were different between us. It's my fault, I want you. I need you so much, emotionally, physically, all of you."

You stared at him, stray tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to process his words. It was unbelievable, never having felt so desired like this. And so you stepped away, turning from him and smoothing your hands over your dress self-consciously.

"Hotch, I... I'm not saying you're a liar but I just.... It doesn't seem realistic for someone like you to be into me." You let out a sad chuckle, moving to grab a shirt to pull on over your dress, expecting the conversation to continue for a while.

And then you heard it. A rumble from Hotch, almost a growl. Suddenly, you felt his hands on your wide, plump hips and he pulled you to him, your back to his heaving chest, a squeak of surprise escaping your lips.

"Does this feel like I'm not into you?" He hissed, pressing his crotch against your body where you could now feel the prominent hardness of his arousal against your lower back. His strong hands dug into the flesh of your plump hips hard enough to probably bruise you and you whimpered.

"H-Hotch?"

One of his hands loosened its grip on you, only to swat at your ass sharply.

"You know that's not how you address me, little girl." He sounded dangerous and it thrilled you to your core. Fuck, you reached behind you to grip onto his shirt.

"Sir?"

"Mhm you don't know how much it affects me when you call me that all the time." He rumbled, kissing the top of your head before turning you to face him again, smoothing his hands over your ass. "And when you called me daddy earlier this evening? I was ready to have my way with you immediately."

Your eyes were blown wide as your heart raced. Feeling his erection against your body... The coldness within melted away, leaving a burning hot need for him.

"I... I liked calling you that." Your voice was barely above a whisper, he smiled slightly.

"Oh?" He leaned closer, his mouth near yours now. You hesitated.

"Y-you really are into me, then?"

His gaze softened, setting your heart ablaze.

"Very much so. May I kiss you, sweet girl?"

You shivered.

"Please, please kiss me."

With a hum that vibrated through his very being, Aaron pressed his lips to yours softly, a feeling you'd been craving ever since earlier that evening. You tilted your head to deepen it, hands pressed against his broad chest whilst his own encouraged you to roll your hips against him. Your panties felt slick by this point, and he pulled away just enough to let you both breathe, a string of saliva connecting your mouthes.

"Sweetheart, let me prove to you what I say is the truth." He said softly, eyes boring into yours through heavy eyelids. You nodded slightly, earning a squeeze of your ass cheeks. "I need to hear you say it, little girl."

You gulped, cheeks hot.

"Please... Please show me, daddy."

He smiled, then pulled you over to the bed and laid you out.

"Such a pretty girl, all for me."

Climbing onto the bed, he crawled over to you and kissed you again, hands roaming over your cheeks and down your neck to your shoulders. As his hands crept to your chest you whimpered, pulling your lips back a little.

"I- before you came here I already took my-my bra off so... Uhm.." you trailed off awkwardly, earning a low chuckle.

"Oh, sweetheart, if I hadn't already noticed this the moment you opened your door to me I would be a fool. Will you let daddy touch them, hm? He's been wanting to touch your pretty tits for a very long time." He murmured against your lips and you nodded meekly, then quickly verbally said yes when a rumble vibrated through his chest.

"Please, daddy."

He groaned and his hands slid towards your chest. "Such a good girl."

God... His large hands cupped your breasts gently, thumbs brushing over your peaked nipples through the fabric of the dress. You gasped, thrusting your chest up into his touch, to which he chuckled again.

"So needy for daddy's touch. Don't worry, sweet girl, daddy is going to make sure you never miss his touch again."

You moaned quietly, shifting to spread your legs so he could slot between them, the dress riding up your thick thighs as the fabric stretched. He pressed his crotch to your clothed slit and you mewled at the throbbing heat from him. He became more handsy, squeezing your breasts and pressing his face down to the valley between them, inhaling your scent, kissing you, sucking the skin. Your head was swimming. This was real, not an act for work. He was rolling his hips into you, groaning against your skin as he left multiple lovebites all over your chest. Your hands played with his soft hair, strands sticking up in different directions now and driving you wild. He sucked harder on your skin with every whimper and moan that escaped your swollen lips.

He pulled back suddenly and his hands slipped down to the hem of your dress.

"I want to see you, sweetheart. Will you let daddy take your dress off of you?"

You froze. As briefly as you had been mostly unclothed before Hotch earlier, this felt different. You felt vulnerable, shy. You bit your lip, making his brow furrow slightly.

"Sweetheart?"

"I... I don't know if you'd wanna see me naked. I mean, what if you don't really...like what you see?"

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, but a frown had begun to make itself aware on his face.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me? Knowing you don't feel good enough for me makes me angry, sweetheart." He said, playing with the hem. "Not angry with you, but everyone who's made you feel as though no-one would desire seeing your body."

His fingers ghosted over your clothed pussy, making you tremble and gasp out. You knew he could feel how saturated your panties were from the way he prodded his finger more firmly against you, the thought made your slit clench. His finger was so big against you...

"I... Mmm, I have just dealt with some stuff in the past, but I won't let it ruin this for us." Hotch's frown didn't waver at your words, his finger against your pussy stilled.

"You don't have to take your dress off if you're not comfortable, sweetheart. Nothing will ruin this, you aren't ruining anything. I want you to feel good, to understand in your own time that I desire you so badly. It's not about just sex, I desire you in all aspects. But I don't want you to be uncomfortable, okay?"

You felt yourself smiling at his words, burying your face against his chest momentarily as you giggled.

"You're making me feel all bubbly. I'm comfortable with you very much, Aaron. I... I feel confident enough to let you take my dress off." You said lightly, leaning back again to smile up at him. His mouth was slightly agape, slowly returning the soft grin.

"You called me Aaron. I've never heard you call me that before."

You were beaming now, pulling him down again to kiss him.

"Well I've not had the opportunity to until now, it was Sir, Hotch or daddy-"

Aaron's thumb brushed against your clit suddenly, your body freezing up at the sensation. You gasped out, spreading your legs wider still and feeling him smile against your mouth.

"You can call me Aaron next time, sweetheart. I like the way it sounds coming from you." Your mind fixated on the words 'next time', until his hand moved from your slit to tug on your dress. "Now then, sweetheart, let's get you out of this dress." He said and began to pull the velvety garment up your body.

You resisted the urge to curl in on yourself when the expanse of your thighs was revealed, the rolls and squish of your stomach and waist, up, up, up and over your head until you lay bare besides your panties. His eyes remained on yours as your chest heaved, nervousness creeping back into you. And then slowly, his eyes drifted down your body, taking you in little by little. His hands smoothed over your trembling thighs to soothe you, thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin near the heat of your panties.

"So fucking gorgeous." He rumbled, pressing his hips against you again. "Can you feel that? Can you feel me twitching against your little pussy? You're so fucking sexy, I need to fuck you real good, sweetheart. Will you let daddy take your panties off you?"

You thrust your hips up against him, whining at the feeling of his clothed cock twitching in his tight dress pants. You pouted.

"Only if you take something off too, daddy."

Aaron chuckled as he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he slowly unbuttoned his black dress shirt, revealing the plains of his broad chest and slightly soft stomach to you. You couldn't help but follow his hands as they moved down, zeroing in on the thick, dark hair of his happy trail which poked out the top of his trousers. Faded pink scars from Foyet littered his torso, your chest tightening at the sight of them. Shakily, you reached out with your hands to press against his skin, hot to the touch. He was shaking ever so slightly.

"You're so beautiful, like...really fucking pretty, sir." You said softly, eyes slowly drifting up to his face when he let out a chuckle.

"Pretty girl, tonight is about you."

You pouted.

"You deserve to feel desired and admired too, sir."

He smiled gently, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. His bare chest was pressed against yours now, a sensation that made you shiver and your inner thighs throb. It was heavenly, he was so heavenly. Reluctantly, he pulled from the kiss and his hands moved to the buckle of his belt, ready to unbuckle it. Your heart leaped, feeling giddy as you moved to kneel up and your hands grabbed his wrists. Aaron raised a brow at you, making your cheeks flush.

"I- please, let me do it for you, daddy." You felt shy about your eagerness, but the look in Aaron's dark eyes made you squirm.

"Aww, my pretty girl wants to help daddy, hm? Well, since you asked so nicely.."

He dropped his hands now, letting you remove his expensive belt. Your hands trembled when your eyes flicked to the bulge straining against the zipper, your mind finally catching up with you. You were a couple garments of clothing away from seeing your boss' cock, something you'd only thought about in passing or dreamt about many times. But now... Now you were going to see it, touch it, feel it inside you. Maybe one day he would let you taste-

"Sweetheart? We don't need to do this if you're not comfortable." Aaron's voice brought you back to the present, gentle and reassuring and a little concerned. You blinked, then realised you'd been staring for a moment too long.

"O-oh! No, I want to! I, uhm, I got lost in thought. I didn't expect my night to go this way." You said sheepishly, gripping onto the waistband of the black dress pants. "N-not that this is bad! I'm actually embarrassed to admit this but I've only really dreamed about this happening so..."

You glanced away, cheeks feeling flushed and you slumped back a little bit, missing the way Aaron's eyes followed the movement of your body and the jiggle of your breasts.

"Oh? You've dreamt about me, have you? Dirty girl. You'll have to tell me about these dreams another time." He teased you, causing you to clench your thighs together. He took your hands and moved them to the zipper and catch on his trousers with a smirk. "Come now, sweetheart. You know what you want to do."

You bit your lip, humming quietly and your fingers worked quickly, albeit clumsily to unfasten the trousers. Aaron was more than eager helping you ease them down his hips, revealing more of that delicious happy trail and then you were face to face with his straining black boxers. You couldn't stop the whimper from bubbling out of your throat at the sight of a damp patch of precum in the fabric where the tip of his cock was, feeling shy but eager you were the reason for it. You wanted a taste, needed it, but as you leaned down to press your lips to the fabric Aaron moved his hips away, chuckling when you whined.

"Sweet girl, I'll let you have a taste next time. Tonight is about you, though." He cooed, cupping your cheeks and stroking his thumbs against them. You straightened up again to press your lips to his, hips swaying as his clothed cock slipped between your thighs snugly and rubbed against your tingling clit. His hands trailed down your shoulders and smoothed round to your ass, encouraging you to roll your hips into him. He moaned into the kiss, squishing your ass cheeks tightly. You could feel his cock twitching against you, making you shiver.

Aaron's fingers curled around the band of your panties and you squeaked, feeling his mouth smirk against yours. Carefully, he slipped them down your trembling thighs and helped you pull them off your legs. You let out a jittery breath, now completely naked before him. He lay you back again and took in your full figure, breathing heavily with a rumble deep in his chest. You bit your lip, tempted to cover yourself up with your arms.

"W-what- do you think?" You asked meekly, nervousness beginning to seep into you. He knelt between your thighs and stroked the skin soothingly again.

"Sweetheart, you're breathtaking. I could worship you all night if you'd let me, help you realise just how sexy you are." His words made you blush and slick to trickle out of your pussy. Your hands moved to cover your face, a high-pitched whine escaping you.

"Shush! You're making my brain feel fuzzy!"

You let out a cry when one of Aaron's hands lightly slapped your thigh, pressing his crotch up against your slit.

"Little girl, don't be a brat now. Daddy wants to make you feel good but he'll have to punish you if you're naughty." He hissed, gripping your thighs and squishing the flesh of them sensually. "Now, let daddy see your pretty little pussy."

You whimpered but didn't resist when he slowly spread your legs, revealing your puffy pussy to him. He hummed as his eyes trailed over the slick folds, smirking slightly when they twitched involuntary.

"So pretty, just like the rest of you." He murmured, hands creeping closed to your slit until he thumbs were able to pull the dewy lips apart, exposing your hole and clit to him. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Please..."

He raised a brow at you, the smirk only growing on his handsome face.

"Please what? You need to tell daddy what you want."

You wiggled your hips, inching closer to his bulge and moaned.

"Please touch my pussy, daddy! Need it so bad, want daddy inside me."

Aaron groaned, leaning down to press a rough kiss to your mouth and your hips jolted when you felt the fingers of his left hand slide against your slit directly, coating themselves in your slick juices.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me, sweetheart." He growled. You jolted again as his wet fingers brushed over your clit, gasping out when he swirled the digits around the sensitive bud.

The fingers moved further down, teasing your entrance and then he slipped his middle finger inside your tight walls, slowly thrusting it in and out. He hummed, his other hand grasping one of your nipples and pinching, kneading, melding it. His ring finger slipped inside you next, stretching you out more as he scissored the two fingers. He plunged them as deep as they could go until you were able to feel the back of his other fingers against you.

"Mmmh... So big..." You moaned, eyes fluttering shut as Aaron fingerfucked you gently. He chuckled.

"Daddy has to make sure you're prepped for his cock, sweetheart."

The fingers curled upwards inside, feeling around until you cried out, eyes blowing wide from the intense sensation that burned within.

"F-fuck!"

Aaron didn't let up, thrusting and curling his fingers into the same spot, coaxing moans and whines from you. His hand picked up speed, the sticky sounds of your slick entered your ears but you were too hazy to be embarrassed. The pleasurable burn within your lower abdomen only intensified as his hand slapped against your pussy, the palm bumping your clit. You tried to scrunch your eyes shut, but the twist of your nipple shocked you to keep them open.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart. Let daddy see you when you cum." Aaron commanded, his dark eyes ablaze with desire as your moans pitched higher and your hips rolled into his hand. It was all too much then, your eyes rolled back and with a cry of his name you cummed hard, clenching around his fingers as slick gushed out of you. His fingers didn't let up, prolonging your orgasm and making your legs shake. When your body began to spasm the fingers slowed down, sliding out of you carefully and letting you have a moment of reprieve. Your chest heaved, your eyes fluttered shut as you slowly came down from the mind-numbing pleasure.

"Good girl, such a good girl. You looked so beautiful cumming for daddy." You heard Aaron groan in his sensually deep voice, causing a smile to grace your lips. Your heart was racing, slowly calming down as you lay there and distantly you could hear rustling of fabric and feel the mattress moving beneath you.

But then you opened your eyes wide when you felt something smooth but unfamiliar touch your chest and you gasped when you realised what it was.

"A-Aaron?" You squeaked. Trailing across your skin in Aaron's hand was the fucking remote control vibrator. He chuckled quietly as he circled one of your nipples with it.

"I thought we could make use of it. You don't know how much I've been thinking about this little thing ever since I found it in the suitcase." He eyed you, stilling the movement with a slight crease in his brow. "If you're comfortable with this, of course."

You barely managed to nod at him and bit your lip, letting it slowly slip through your teeth.

"Mhm I would, daddy. Please." You whined, rolling your hips and gasping when you felt flesh instead of fabric against your mound. You didn't know how you'd not noticed his boxers had been removed and now your eyes focused on the deliciously girthy cock at the base of Aaron's dark pubic hair. It was lengthy as well and slightly curved upwards, with prominent veins trailed across the flushed shaft. "O-oh fuck, you're so big, daddy!"

Aaron hummed and moved the vibrator to swirl around one of your nipples, not switched on yet still.

"Little girl, now you see why daddy needed to prep you, huh?"

Your drooling hole clenched in anticipation and you reached to grasp his thighs as best you could.

"Mmmh, daddy please..." You mewled rolling your hips desperately. He smirked and the vibrator came to life. You gasped out again and thrust your chest out towards him, the vibrations against your nipple sending pleasure straight down to your lower abdomen.

"Does my sweet girl need daddy's cock inside her?" Aaron placed the small remote down beside him and grasped his length and stroked the tip around your swollen clit and you moaned softly, hands slipping from his thighs to grip onto the bedsheets.

"Please fuck me, daddy! Need to feel you inside mmh.." you begged him and spread your legs wider, so eager for him. A low groan vibrated through Aaron's throat as he leaned down to press a hungry kiss to your throat.

"I don't have a condom, I didn't really expect to need one." He admitted softly. You wrapped your arms around his body and angled your hips upwards.

"I'm clean, on the pill as well."

Another kiss to your throat, then Aaron was pulling away to tease the tip of his cock against your hole. You shivered, gazing up at him through slightly hazy eyes.

"Y-you really want to...yknow..." You trailed off, not wanting to say it. He stilled, tilting his head slightly.

"Of course I want this with you, sweetheart. We'll take it slow, but I promise you I want this so much." Aaron soothed you and you felt a wave of emotion wash over you, tears prickling in your eyes.

"Okay, I believe you."

He smiled softly, before the seductive smirk returned and you could feel a little pressure against your hole.

"Daddy's going to fuck you now, sweet girl. Try and stay relaxed for me, yeah?"

Slowly, inch by inch, you felt the tip of his cock pop inside your clenching hole and both of you gasped at the sensation. Fuck, he was already stretching you wide and this was only the tip. There was a slight burn accommodating the stretch as he slowly slid inside, the veins of his cock teasing you and making you moan softly.

"F-fuck!" You cried out when eventually his hips met yours, his big cock bottoming out inside you. You could feel it twitching.

"Oh, sweet girl. You're squeezing around me so tight." Aaron hissed through gritted teeth. His body was trembling slightly, struggling to maintain control all because of you. He moved the vibrator down your body from your breast and pressed it to your clit. You moaned at the new feeling of being stimulated whilst stuffed with cock, admittedly helping with the pain of the stretch until the discomfort faded, leaving behind a need.

"P-please, please move, daddy..."

Painfully slowly, Aaron pulled his cock out until only the tip remained, before thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out again. You gasped out, eyes blown wide and your hips bucked upwards. He groaned, repeatedly thrusting his cock in and out slowly now.

"Good girl, you're doing so well for me. You feel so good, so wet and soft."

His pace quickened, as did the vibrations of the toy against your clit and you whined, hands moving to cup your breasts and pulling at your nipples. Aaron swore, thrusting roughly when he watched your hands move.

"Fucking good girl, show daddy how you like your pretty tits being touched." He growled, holding the vibrator more firmly against you and with his free hand he grabbed your thigh to press it down into the bed. You matched the movement of your hips to his and continued stimulating your nipples.

"Y-you're so deep inside me, daddy! So big!" You wailed with every thrust, your moans and whimpers growing louder and louder. He growled again, thrusting faster still until you felt yourself closer and closer to cumming again. Aaron knew from the clenching of your walls around his cock, his mouth falling open slightly.

"Are you going to cum again, huh? Gonna cum for daddy again?"

You nodded as you moaned loudly, eyes unseeing as your mind grew hazy with pleasure.

"Yes! Gonna cum! Please let me cum!"

With a harsh few more thrusts stimulating your nerves you cried out loud, eyes focused on Aaron's as you cummed hard, slick dripping onto the bedsheets and coating his cock. You felt so twitchy but Aaron didn't let up, thrusting into you still but moving the vibrator down closer to where you body met his. It was unmoving at this point, however.

"That's it, such a good girl. Daddy wants to try one more thing though," he grunted with the force of his thrusts. You were bordering the line between cumming again and overstimulation, the removal of the vibrations holding you on the verge.

"Do whatever y-you want to me, daddy-" you choked out. You didn't care what he did, you trusted him. Wanted him to play your body in any way he wished at this point. And so when you felt him slow his thrusts down so he could slip in a finger inside you alongside his cock you whined loudly. The finger was gone after a moment, but you hadn't the time to protest when the vibrator replaced his finger, slipping inside you along the top of his cock until it was nestled against the spongy spot on the roof of your hole.

Your eyes widened, a broken moan tumbling from your mouth. Holy fuck, you didn't expect this from your boss of all people. And yet that made it all the more erotic to you. Aaron switched the vibrator back on and he thrusted roughly, teeth gritted and his body shuddering.

"Fuck, this thing is more strong than I expected-" he gritted, holding back from fucking into you again whilst he adjusted to the sensation of the vibrations stimulating him as well. You giggled, only to be cut off when he intentionally thrust forward. "Brat."

Gradually, he picked the pace up again and you became a writhing mess beneath him, moaning and pleading him to move deeper, faster. Aaron gripped your thighs now, both hands free to manhandle you. He pulled your legs up and pressed your knees to your chest, the new angle making your eyes roll back and your pussy to gush.

You were close, and you knew Aaron was reaching his own orgasm at this point with the ferocity of his cock fucking into you. You moved your hand to rub your clit rapidly, your noises pitching higher as you cried his name over and over.

"A-Aaron, I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum- oh!" You wailed, Aaron groaned as he pressed his lips to yours messily, hips stuttering slightly.

"So am I, sweetheart. Want me to pull out?"

"No!" You cried, eyes flicking to his as you grabbed him with the hand that wasn't rubbing your clit. "Want your cum inside me, please!"

It was enough to send you both over the edge, Aaron bottomed out as your back arched, breasts thrust up to his chest as your orgasm ripped through you violently. You heard him moan your name as his cock twitched inside you, ropes and ropes of his cum spurting out inside your clenched pussy. His hand clumsily fumbled for the remote and the vibrations stopped, allowing you both to slowly calm down. Aaron pulled the toy out of you, dropping it onto the bed next to you and made a move to roll off you. You whined in protest, wrapping your limbs around him and pulling him down to lay on top of you, his softening cock still inside.

"Stay..." You mumbled softly. Aaron hummed and kissed you, cupping your cheeks.

"Good girl, are you okay?" He whispered, pulling back just enough to smile at you. You smiled in return, eyes fluttering shut.

"Never felt better, Aaron."

"Good, I'm gonna need to clean you up now though, okay? Need to make sure you're okay."

You pouted, but knew he was right. Still...

"Just a moment more, please?" You opened one eye to look at him, at his beautiful smile. He chuckled and sighed.

"Alright. Only for a moment. Then when I've cleaned you up I'll be right back to cuddle you."

You were beaming now, feeling the happiest you'd been in a long time.

"Promise?"

"Promise. I do have to ask though," Aaron gazed down at you and you raised a brow, prompting him to continue. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

You squeaked and moved your hand to cover your eyes whilst you giggled.

"Yes! I'd love nothing more."

Things would be okay, you just knew it.

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There was a change in you the next day, everyone could see it. You were so...cheery, a pep in your step as you boarded the plane with the others. You sat down at the table and curled up on the seat, a giddy smile twitching at the corner of your lips. Derek raised a brow.

"You're pretty happy this morning, sugar." He said. You grinned at him.

"I guess I am."

"Any reason as to why?" Emily cut in, smirking at you. At that moment Aaron approached the seat next to you and sat down, sending you a soft smile with a raised brow and you had to hold back a giggle, looking away from him.

"Nope." You responded. Under the table Aaron took hold of your hand and squeezed. You'd never expected an undercover job as intense as this would result in a new chapter in your life, but you wouldn't change a single thing.

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And that's it! Thank you all so, so much for joining me for this lil series 😭💖 it's been a hell of a time writing it but it was so much fun! I really hope you all enjoyed this final installment 🥺🥺💖💖

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luvlybeomie · 2 years ago

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painted confessions - c.bg

Pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader Warnings: none, beomgyu is just really soft, unintended picasso slander Genre: fluff, pining, bittersweet ending Word count: 2.2k (this was longer than i intended it to be lmao)

YOU AND BEOMGYU were currently sitting on the floor in your living room, crossed-legged and facing one another. The both of you had just finished a long day of nonsense at school, and had headed to your house as per usual to unwind.

Earlier however, you found some face-paint tucked away in one of the cupboards in your kitchen after fetching some glasses for drinks – there were a few palettes left over from your little sister's birthday party a couple weeks ago.

Hence, with the house to yourselves, the both of you agreed it would be fun to indulge yourselves in the activity, whilst also reliving a childhood memory.

With torn-out magazines and newspapers scattered across the floor, the both of you sat in silence as you painted random things on each other's skins. Which came as a surprise to you, since you would've expected Beomgyu to be making ruckus with some witty comments and teasing by now.

But as you shift your focus away from your craft, you notice the concentrated look plastered on his features. Despite the small and cold strokes you felt across against your cheek, he seemed strangely preoccupied with his thoughts. Beomgyu actually appeared excited at the start, jokingly boasting about how he was going to turn you into some sort of 'masterpiece' or something.

Yet now, it was like he was taking this all too seriously.

You clear your throat to break the silence, straightening your back.

"Is it looking like Van Gogh?" You suddenly joke with a small smile, referring to whatever he seemed to be working on, "you seem pretty into it."

The question however seems to catch Beomgyu off guard as he flicks his eyes towards you, looking almost startled. He blinks once, then twice, before blinking once more. He shoots you a sheepish grin, but was quick to come up with a reply.

"....I'd say more like Picasso."

In actuality, Beomgyu wasn't as immersed as you thought he was.

He had been heedlessly painting random nothings across your skin for a while now (except for the bootleg Pikachu on your cheek that he painted at the start), which unintentionally ended up looking like some abstract piece altogether – so technically, he wasn't lying.

In fact, he had been focusing solely on you.

After all, it was the only reason why he agreed to do all of this.

With the way you were both sitting, he was given the opportunity to be this physically close to you without having to try find ways to do so. It was somewhat intimate with the proximity between you, and it sent a fluttery sensation to Beomgyu's stomach. It left him barely being able to contain the shuffling he did on the cushion he sat on.

He also tried so, so hard to not stare at you for too long, mentally reminding himself to look away once in a while, and pretend to get more paint or rinse his brush. He didn't want to look like a creep.

But otherwise, he would allow himself to soak in and admire your features.

Like the way your hair fell naturally, yet so perfectly, forcing Beomgyu to resist the urge to run his fingers through your hair...

The way you're protruding your lower lip into a small pout, face etched in concentration, which he desired to leave small kisses on and all over...

The content look in your eyes that shone behind your long lashes, that he often found himself falling so helplessly into...

The softness of your hands as your fingers swiped across his cheeks to remove smudges of paint, which Beomgyu wanted to hold onto for endless hours...

And the way you made his heart leap so effortlessly as your warm breath touched his cheek, your face leaning dangerously to inspect his own...

Beomgyu could honestly go on and on about what he admired about you.

After all, he was so utterly and completely enamoured by you.

His friends would often tease him about how obvious he acted at school – the longing glances he would send your way when you weren't looking, and the way he would always be seeking your company and be talking about you in every conversation. They could've been talking about the most obscure subject ever, and Beomgyu would somehow always manage to squeeze in and mention you.

At lunch, he would always reserve a seat next to his and buy you a drink or snack from the nearby vending machine. They would all jokingly puke at how sweet he became when it came to you. Usually a prankster and menace, they would scoff when he would become absolute mush in your presence.

But overall, his friends were genuinely happy for Beomgyu. Yeonjun especially would often pester him about making a move and confessing his feelings to you.

But the mere thought of it possibly ruining your long existing friendship, Beomgyu was content with the way things are now. He was fine...well, at least that's what he kept telling himself.

Soon the atmosphere was picked up where it left off as you shrugged off his sudden switch in demeanour as nothing more than self-absorption. The both of you once again fell into the same silence. And yet again, Beomgyu found himself in the same little routine of his, admiring you quietly as he dipped his brush into the cup full of mucky water between you.

Even now, your face decorated with a pretty bad paint job, he thought you looked beautiful. You were perfect in his eyes, more so than any other masterpiece.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have someone like you in his life. He saw you as the string that held him together at his lowest, and the shining light in his darkest days. You were incredibly patient and understanding. Despite being known for his bright image at school, very few only knew about his subtle, quiet side. You taught and made him realise that it was okay to show vulnerability, that he didn’t need to fake a persona and smile all the time.

It scared him how attached he was to you, overwhelming him at times. He knew that he was still young – the both of you were, almost nearing the end of high-school. The both of you would then go into college, and perhaps not the same ones. You'll be bound to meet new people and so will he. But something in the back of his head, told him–no, screamed at him that he will never find someone like you.

Beomgyu may be unsure of a lot of things, but he was so certain about you.

Swiping his brush across some glittery pink paint, Beomgyu was filled with a sudden urge. Lifting his wrist up to your temple, he wrote across your forehead, his strokes enlaced with meaning.

But as he flicked the brush away from your head and eyed the painted slashes, a bittersweet sensation settles in his stomach, toning down the butterflies.

On your skin, it messily read: 'I love you.'

This was the closest thing to a confession he thinks he'll ever make. He didn't have the courage to tell you, despite wanting to so bad. At least, not yet. You deserved the truth. But it just wasn't the right time – everyone at school were too preoccupied with finals at the moment. He didn't want to burden you with his feelings (plus, he didn't think he'll be handle the rejection all too well either, so it was better to leave it til later).

So he thinks to himself that this was okay. That this was enough for now to vent off his feelings.

But as Beomgyu began to read the words over and over, he felt himself gradually freeze up to the point he was forced to halt his movements.

Even if he technically didn't confess, it definitely felt like he did.

Adrenaline began to pump through his veins, his heart palpitating erratically. His fingers twitched against the cheap paint brush.

The room suddenly became warm.

Beomgyu felt himself short-circuit, his cheeks burning as his brush hovered in the air beside your head. His actions then sunk in, only now realising the gravity of them.

'What am I doing?!,' he internally screamed, mentally bashing himself.

This however, didn't go unnoticed.

His behaviour was mistakenly interpreted as suppressed laughter, with the way he sucked in a breath and how he tightly creased his lips. You flick your eyes towards him, sending him a pointed look as you halted your movements.

Your eyes meet.

"Gyu? What's wrong?"

His throat suddenly felt dry, and he only let out a few strangled noises. You rose a brow, confused. "What, did you draw a dick on my face or something?" You ask, a small snort escaping your lips.

"Uh..."

You then deadpan. "You did, didn't you? Ha, ha, that's so mature of you."

You roll your eyes at his childishness, dropping your brush into the cup, "that's not exactly masterpiece-worthy, but I guess I'll be the judge of that."

It was when you suddenly reach into your pocket for your phone that Beomgyu went into full-blown panic.

You were going to see your reflection on the camera and see his confession.

Oh God, you were going to see his confession.

So Beomgyu did the first thing he could've possibly thought of.

He stretched his hands out, taking a hold of your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. There was a brief moment of awkward silence, the both of you looking at one another – one in question and the other apologetic. Before you could've said anything, he began wiping his palms all over your face in attempts to smudge the paint.

"Gyah! W-What the–Beomgyu!" You shriek, swatting your hands in attempts to pry him away. In doing so, your phone slipped from your fingers, falling onto the floor. Though, Beomgyu only continued, trying to keep you in place to ensure his message was rubbed off completely.

"Get off of me, idiot!" You shortly managed to break away from his attack, forcibly pushing him by his chest. Beomgyu fell back, barely managing to catch himself as he steadied himself with his hands. Glancing at your now slightly reddened forehead, the confession was practically nonexistent – his mission was accomplished.

In his relief, he took a moment to study you.

You gawked at him in absolute bewilderment, an array of colours smeared inharmoniously across your face. Your mouth gaped like a fish out of water, seemingly in shock and unsure of what to say. In short, you looked completely ridiculous. And not so long after, Beomgyu found himself unable to contain the snort that left his lips.

"Now it's definitely looking like Picasso!" Beomgyu cackled, clutching his stomach as his booming laughter filled the living room. He couldn't help it. The look on your face, plus the absurdity of the situation. It was just all too funny.

You glared at the boy, annoyed.

"What the hell's going on with you? You've been acting funny since we started all this," you asked, crossing your arms.

"And you, my dear friend, look funny," Beomgyu immediately shot back with a grin, purposely dodging your question. Adding to his cheekiness, he pinched your cheek affectionately, which you were quick to slap away. Luckily for him, you actually took the bait, scoffing at his response.

"Oh, yeah? You think that's funny?" You swipe your hand across the palette, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Come here!"

Yelping, Beomgyu was quick to shift from his spot, slimly dodging your blotched hands.

A chase then ensued soon after, your laughter and shrilled screams echoing through the house. The both of you made attempts to get back at one another, which in turn regrettably stained your uniforms, that would for sure earn both your mothers' disapproval. Though, that didn't concern you both, nor crossed your minds at the moment, being too immersed in your little game.

The pursuit however ultimately led you both back into the living room. You came to a standstill, wrestling each other for dominance whilst trying to get swipes at each others' faces. But with the litter caused by your ruckus, you clumsily lose your footing on one of the newspapers, falling onto the floor and sending Beomgyu down with you.

Thud.

The fall had winded him momentarily, gaining his bearings only shortly after catching himself. He was hovering over you, supporting his weight with his hands resting on either side of your head. After steadying his breath from the run, Beomgyu was about to ask if you were alright.

Though, it was cut off by your laughter.

His heart skipped a beat, his breath hitching.

On your face was the most carefree expression ever, seemingly unbothered by the fall. Your eyes crinkled from the wide, pearly smile plastered your face, and your shoulders shook as endless chuckles escaped your lips. The bright colours on your face only seemed to enhance your joy as you practically beamed at him.

The sight made his chest feel all fuzzy and warm, swelling with pure admiration and love for you. It felt like his heart was about to burst at any moment.

In this very brief moment, Beomgyu reassures himself. This is alright, he thinks to himself with a small smile. Despite longing for more, if being just your friend meant seeing you like this, then this was alright.

Pushing away his doubts, he indulges himself in the moment, and soon joins you in your laughter.

A/N: Any feedback is appreciated!! Requests are also open!! Thank you for reading!

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thetimelordbatgirl · 4 months ago

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So I just watched rise of red and really, I don't see anything happened, and what prank are they talking about???? 3/4 of the cast are just useless as Aladdin and Jasmine doesn't serve no purpose in the movie and I didn't see qoh hearts apologized to her daughter for abusing her for all those years....why just why????

Its funny we had an issue with D3 and not using a large chunk of their cast that well...when in comparison to Rise of Red, it at least did SOMETHING with the characters, while Rise of Red was out here having literal character introduction the song with characters who overall, don't do anything in the film. Fairy Godmother? She MAYBE has a hint at not being good at magic yet arc, but she don't do anything in film. Jasmine and Aladdin? They that couple from school everyone found cringe and that's all they are, not even being named in present day or the boy they have with them, you just have to assume its them and...I guess make up a name for the boy who you have to assume is their son. Rapunzel isn't named either actually in the past, you just know its her as she stands out with her rainbow hair and she's just there. Charming is pretty fucking useless both past and present, he's just there- though he at least had the most emotional scene when being told Cinderella is dead in present.

Uliana is the only villain who does ANYTHING really, the other villains feel like they just there to be there really. Hades' I will admit I found funny for not giving much of a shit at times, but he's pretty useless, same for Maleficent. Seriously, she's out here shaming Mal in D1 for not doing more at sixteen in comparison to Maleficent, but girl wasn't doing much as a teen, if at all. Generally think she and Hades were just there to nod at Mal lmao. Hook is also just, useless, closest stuff he does is I guess act a ltitle flirty and get his boots stolen at the end. And don't get me started on the king of being useless, aka Morgie- my guy couldn't even suggest ANYTHING in Perfect Revenge, at least the other three could suggest making Bridget walk a plank or pricking her with thorns or burning her to a crisp, all Morgie did was agree with Hades'. He also proved to be the most useless look out in the finale scene.

Even in the main cast you got a character who the writers don't do much with, aka Cinderella/Ella- she literally dies in present briefly after refusing to kneel to QOH (again shout out to Red for joining in on that setencing, film doesn't seem to remember that one to at least show Red feeling guilty....because fuck character development) and in the past, she's just there to a, support Bridget and b, shame Chloe, the films favorite hobby. Her abuse via her stepmother is literally introduced and...that's it. Nothing done at all. You literally could have replaced the Charming family in this film with any other heroes and their family.

And like, I literally don't know what the fuck they were doing with the prank, because how the fuck did they pull it off in the first timeline if the book does THAT to people with evil intentions??? Was it a different prank in first timeline or- this prank plot just left way too many questions, really. And people can call me a bitch but like, making QOH evil over a prank is just the most pathetic motive for a villain yet. They say people laughed at her for it but let's be real, school would be laughing at someone else the next week. There had to be more to what turned her evil then just, "she ate a cupcake that turned her ugly."

And the ending with not even addressing Queen of Hearts having been a shitty mother....just...way to join D3 in being so shit at addressing abuse. Like, they have Red literally confirm how shit her mom is. We saw it on screen even at the start of the film. Yet, just like Ella and her step family's abuse, it's dropped eventually and not addressed. Film just acts like since she's good now with the prank removed from timeline, everything is good now. QOH is not made to face what she did to Red. It's just forgotten and that's it. Hell, the way the film just waved off all the abuse with, "She wasn't always like that."/"An incident pissed her off.", is just such shitty excuses for abuse, I swear.

Why is just an accurate reaction to even watching this film. I mean, we all know the why is because they wanted to milk this dead franchise. But the film is still just such a why even with that answer in mind.

#disney descendants #descendants #descendants the rise of red #the rise of red #ror spoilers #descendants spoilers #also like can we question HOW chloe doesnt know about her moms step-family #like she would realistically know man #so how the fuck does she not know

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knickknacksandallthat · 1 year ago

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if you don't mind me asking, what got you into kevin's character?

for me it was actually your fic, but since its so normalized in the fandom to dismiss his trauma and call him a coward and annoying for doing things that other characters are loved for, i didn't really care about him when i first read the books

now hes my favorite

Oh, anon, I love this!! What an honor, I’m so glad to have helped you join the Kev lovefest 😊 (Welcome to the dark side lol!) It makes me so happy that the A Fallen Star series has awakened this in you! 💖

And wow, what a good question. I don't mind at all! I actually had to think about this for a while to try and remember…how the heck did I get here???

So here is my ridiculously uncalled-for POV on Kevin’s character and slow descent into madness below:

(Disclaimer that these are just my thoughts and anyone in the aftg fandom can hc or think whatever they like about Mr. Day 😊)

Like you, anon, I was easily swayed by Neil’s perspective of Kev on first read. It makes sense and is a credit to Nora how we so fully buy into Neil’s opinion of Kevin that many of us just run with it. And to be fair to the fandom, it’s canon – Andrew, Neil, and all the Foxes tell us he’s a coward and annoying and so we assume it must be true.

So, I created many fics that played into this image and focused on andreil. (Because who isn’t enamored with andreil??? Legit, deranged obsession and couple goals lmao). Using that lens, it was easy to make Kevin the punching bag because he is the quintessential “straight man” in comedy (and yes, I do hear the irony in that) – the foil to other characters to make them seem better, braver, funnier, smarter, etc. It’s an age-old trick/trope in fiction that works very well. And it was an easier transition for Nora to make, I think, once she made the decision to remove Kevin from the main narrative of her story.

This character setup works well enough when you’re doing a fic from Neil or Andrew’s POV, providing an easy source of humor to fall back on. So, for me, I think my thinking shifted once I started working on Flavors of Fall and delved into Andrew and Kevin’s storyline there. That fic forced me to think from Kevin’s perspective, and I found at the time I had a shallow understanding of what made Kevin tick. It totally threw me once I really started considering sequels for that fic and the 12 Day Program for Courtship, both of which have Kevin cast as a main character. I had to dive deep into his makeup, seriously considering his motivations, his likes/dislikes, his personality traits, his relationships, and how he would react in any given situation.

Because I was interested in his character development, I started delving into fics like orionauriga’s just pretend , @likearecordbb's Long Walk in the Woods, @thetrojeans daylights, sunsets, and @dayurno's the age of no regret series. They are all brilliant, fascinating character studies of Kevin Day and his relationships that are extremely well done. There’s many more, of course, but I was searching for fics that specifically delved into Kevin’s thought process and choices and stayed there a while.

That’s what led me to feeling like I needed to tell his story with Dead of Night. Of course, it turned into a larger series with my flavoring of Kerejean added because I’ve never been a huge Kevin/Thea relationship fan. (But that's a discussion for another day which you can start here and here for that adventure.)

Now all that I’ve described above gives you the mechanics of the descent – the when, the where, the how. But it crucially misses the why. What is it about Kevin that got me in the end?

Ironically enough, it was his potential.

I think when Nora stripped away any kind of romantic narrative (RIP Kandreil OR Riko/Kevin/Jean) or a chance for a tragic storyline (Kevin dying in the end) it resulted in removing a lot of Kevin’s emotional vulnerability. We don’t get to hear what he’s feeling or thinking unless it’s related to Riko, the Moriyamas, or Exy. This means his storyline is consumed by the stereotypical sports underdog story, with us following his rise to champion (which is still a powerful enough narrative on its own that shines even in the midst of Neil’s crazy plotline. Switching that racquet to his left hand in the championship game? Iconic.)

However, it leaves us very much with a shell of a person. Kevin’s character outside of Exy is reduced to a handful of facts – there’s a passing comment on his like of history, and the stark evidence of an alcohol addiction as a coping mechanism. We’re told he used to dance. That he learned French because Jean Moreau taught him. That he has no qualms about taking (mild?) drugs (cracker dust). Despite how much we’ve run with it as a fandom, the only allusion I’ve found in the books to him being strict with diet is this section from The King’s Men:

“No one needs to eat this before a game,” Kevin said. “Eat some granola or protein if you’re that hungry.” “Hello, there’s protein in the peanut butter,” Nicky said. “Let go of me before I tell Andrew you’re outlawing chocolate. I said let go. You’re not the boss of me. Ouch! Did you seriously just hit me?” … “Kevin, just let him go,” Neil said. “It’s not worth fighting over.” “When our defense is sluggish, we all suffer,” Kevin said.

From what I can find in the books, Kevin never once denies Andrew eating ice cream. (Which I’m 100% able to admit I might have missed something so feel free to quote me where that scene is because I was totally searching for it). In fact, every time they go to Sweetie’s, it’s implied Kevin orders ice cream with them. In the infamous kissing scene in The King’s Men, we actually have proof that Kevin got ice cream:

Kevin still hadn’t messaged Nicky by the time they reached the ice cream aisle, so Nicky gave in and called him. Neil half-expected Kevin to ignore Nicky’s call, but Kevin wasn’t so sour with them that he’d turn down a free snack…Nicky grabbed spoons from the kitchen and distributed pints to their hungry owners. Neil checked his expression when Nicky came back from dropping Kevin’s off….

Now I do think it’s in line with his character and his upbringing to have issues with food, so I’m all for buying into that specific hc. But we have very little evidence of it in the text.

His personality is reduced mainly to anger, arrogance, or cowardice (all traits that don’t make us sympathize with him). The only facts we have about his Tragic Past™️ are two things: his mother’s death, and his hand injury. Everything else we assume is based on Neil’s knowledge of the mafia, Wymack’s hearsay, Andrew’s deductions, and Kevin’s reactions to Riko and Tetsuji. We have literally no idea what happened to Kevin in the Nest. His trauma and his time spent there is a complete mystery. The closest we get is Riko’s comment to Neil in The Raven King:

“I am going to love hurting you,” Riko said, “like I loved hurting Kevin.”

This, I think, is one of the main reasons many of the fandom “dismisses” Kevin’s trauma in comparison to Neil’s because we can’t see it. We don’t know what happened and we don’t get to experience it, so this lack of explanation or motivation leaves us only with very cold personality traits. We’re unable to root for him as a character because we can’t sympathize. We can empathize because we know Very Bad Things™️ must have happened in the Nest, but we don’t see them happen the same way we do Neil or Andrew. Even Kevin’s hand injury is old and “healed” when we’re first introduced to the character.

The only true canon moment where Kevin appears “human” is in The Raven King with Kevin’s “then run” and “you should be court” conversation with Neil. His admittance that Neil’s life is more important than Exy is instantaneous – he doesn’t even pause to throw his Exy dreams down the drain if it means Neil can survive. In a weirdly parallel way, we see Kevin’s thought process implicit in his conversation: “at least you’d have a chance.” It is strikingly similar to Neil’s internal conversation of: one of us should make it. (And there’s another whole separate discourse I could get into on how Kevin and Neil are two halves of the same coin, but we’ll save that for another day.) But even the revelation of Wymack as his father has more shock value than true emotional weight – we never see what that conversation looked like or how either party actually reacted. (In some ways, I feel like Dan being pissed at Kevin is given more “screentime” than Kevin’s response to telling his father and how Wymack reacted.)

So with Kevin’s emotions and past firmly locked down, we’re left to brush off Kevin’s reactions (or lack thereof) as part of his indifferent personality. It is what it says on the tin. (And that’s not to say Kevin is a perfect character by any means. He has flaws just like every other character.)

Now some people very accurately depict and buy into those limitations as simply being Kevin’s character/personality – I’ve read some awesome fics where Kevin is Ace/Aro and/or on the spectrum. These are completely valid, extremely well done, and I could totally see why others see and write him this way. Canon practically sets them up for it.

For me, though, it circles back to our skewed view of Kevin given to us by some deeply loved but also deeply flawed characters (cough, Andreil). Those same characters that we’re told time and again not to judge them by their cover but to try and understand how they’re affected by (and make choices because of) their trauma.

While Andrew and Neil end up giving each other this grace through a hard-fought battle of truths and exchanges, they do not extend this same courtesy to Kevin, and neither are we given the chance to do so. We literally can’t because, again, we don’t know what the full extent of Kevin’s trauma is.

Kevin doesn’t talk about his time in the Nest to any character, meaning we know nothing about it. Ergo we don’t know what choices Kevin makes because of it. In The Foxhole Court, Wymack specifically tells us Kevin was Riko’s pet. In fact, there is so much specific language that Kevin himself uses around the concept of ownership, and that Nora uses when referring to him that it jarringly sticks out in the text. He has no sense of personal space or proper boundaries, viewing people only as assets to be used for the good of the team, which at the very least is a sign of mental abuse. But the fact remains that we just don’t know. We don’t know how far this mental abuse was taken, how often or severely he was injured, if he injured or was forced to injure others – we don’t know.

But it’s obvious whatever happened to him started as a child and built from there. Which means he has years of abuse and power dynamics embedded into him. He has every right to be afraid. In fact, we are demonstrably told and shown often in canon that Kevin is afraid…but fear does not equate to cowardice. In fact, we know that bravery often means being scared and doing something anyway. And in many cases, that’s just what Kevin did (with a crutch named Andrew). But even before he entered his deal with Andrew, it's important to remember that even though he was brainwashed and beaten from a young age to understand that he would die if he betrayed the Moriyama family in some way, he left them.

This is always so significant to me because so many abuse victims stay in their situation thinking/hoping/praying it will get better – either because of an idea that their abuser will change (“they’re just having a hard time at work rn”) or that the victim will fix whatever flaw the abuser finds lacking. Or alternatively, they recognize the situation is bad, but they can’t leave because they feel like they have nowhere to go, no one who will help them, trapped by their lack of skills/contacts/money. In Kevin’s case, both situations rang true. And yet he left. He left, and in only a year and a half’s time he recovered from his injury and led his team to the championship.

But he is only at the start of his recovery. I think he’ll need years of therapy to recover from all that happened in the Nest. I think many of his emotional and social shortcomings are a direct consequence of that timeframe and he did not have the freedom to address them until the threat of the Moriyamas was removed. I do not think they are permanent parts of his personality – I think in time, he will be allowed to grow and recover and contribute much more to his relationships than he’s capable of doing at the end of The King’s Men.

Though the series finished, I think Kevin’s story is just beginning.

That’s why I think he’s fascinating to explore as a character. That’s why I love writing him right now because in many ways, his possibilities are endless. There’s so many opportunities to explore different facets of his story that we never get a chance to in canon. Kevin’s character and narrative is a tantalizing tease which many of us have fell hook, line, and sinker for. (Including yours truly.) We want to rabidly sink our teeth into it and shake it, like a dog with a bone.

So we do. 😉

Phew. Okay, that’s enough. None of what I’ve written above is new I’m sure to those of the fandom who have been here since the beginning or have become diehard Kevin fans. But thank you for letting me ramble in this ask, anon. Writing about Kevin has been a very fun and therapeutic adventure for me. So I’m so glad that there are others out there who are enjoying it too 😊

#thanks for coming to my TED talk about Kevin Day #it could actually be an entire series but you know...character limits #kevin day #tumblr asks #lovely people #thanks again for the ask anon!#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #david wymack

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youtastelike-sunlight · 7 months ago

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, and 25 for the tattoo asks! Thanks! 🤪✌️

Katey for the love of god just tell me you want a video call where I strip down and show off my ink 🤣

(Also, the number of times I checked this list absolutely convinced you would have skipped ONE for the lulz)

1. How many tattoos do you have?

Uh. Somewhere around 35-ish? There's been a lot of, like, building out on existing ones and making them cohesive, so it's really hard to say. 40-50 sessions in the chair, for sure.

2. What is your favourite tattoo you've gotten?

Stop asking pansexual ADHDers to pick favourites. Actually, speaking of, that joke on Dropout's Breaking News a few weeks ago about how Dropout fans are "pansexual nerds with drama mask tattoos and anxiety disorders" called me the fuck out, four for four baby, so maybe right now it's my drama masks with a Shakespeare quote 😅

3. What is the most meaningful tattoo you've gotten?

Any of the multiple memorial tattoos for deceased family members, or the matching tattoo I got with my spouse after our wedding

4. What is your dream tattoo?

I'm hoping to get something cool on my chest post-top surgery, but that's a long-ass way away yet.

5. What was the most painful tattoo?

I fully used numbing cream when I got my inner thigh tattooed, but I missed a spot. Ask me how I realised.

Also my knuckles, jfc. Fully cussed my tattoo guy out for that one, it was his idea to extend the design down to cover a couple of knuckles in the first place lmfao.

6. What was your first ever tattoo and how old were you when you got it?

My uncle's initials after he died when I was 17. I had this deal with my mum that I could get all the facial piercings I wanted, dye my hair all the batshit colours I wanted, as long as I didn't get a tattoo until I turned 18. And I'm grateful for that, because I wanted some tacky-ass shit at 15-16. But we negotiated for the one at 17, which there was little to no chance of me regretting.

7. What is your most recent tattoo?

An envelope with a piece of paper coming out of it that says "wish you were queer xo" for a flash day fundraiser for RainbowYOUTH.

8. What does your family think about your tattoos?

My mum is fucking petrified of needles, so her objection isn't to the permanent ink on my skin so much as willingly subjecting myself to being stabbed lmao. I hid them from my paternal grandparents until my wedding day and then said 'fuck it they can't yell at me today!' and they have never, ever mentioned them since. My maternal grandmother hated my first few, offered to pay to get them laser removed when I was at about 4 or 5, then begrudgingly acknowledged that some of them weren't terrible, and when she went into hospice in 2017 she gave me a list of the sorts of things she wanted included in her memorial tattoo 🤣

9. What meaning do your tattoos have?

Everything from very personal connections/memories/experiences in the memorial tattoos down to "I rolled three dice and got three words and the artist designed something based on that and slapped it on my body", and everything in between.

10. How many tattoos do you want?

As many as I have good ideas.

11. Where is the most painful place you've been tattooed?

Is this a different question to #5?

I will say - back of calf tattoos are surprisingly difficult. Not the MOST painful place, but probably the longest I've been really genuinely uncomfortable? (Though, again, sans numbing cream on my inner thigh this would be a VERY different convo)

12. Where is a place on your body that you will NEVER get tattooed?

I dunno... butthole? Eyeball?

I'm unlikely to do a face tattoo, but who knows, really.

13. What is a design you love on others but would never get for yourself?

I can't think of a specific design!

14. What is your favourite style of tattoo?

New School, for sure. Though I have a bit of nearly everything 🤣

15. Would you trust a friend to choose the design of your tattoo?

Depends on the friend. Katey, you will not be designing a Fiona/Dragon tattoo for me, soz.

16. What are some tattoo assumptions you think need to die?

That having ever gotten a tattoo in the past means you have a ton of disposable income now (the amount of "omg they're on a benefit but they have tattoos" I've heard from dipshits how the fuck do you think tattoos work?????), that it's not a valid and fucking impressive form of artwork.

17. Do you have one tattoo artist who does all of your art or a stand out tattoo artist? Hype them up!

These days I do! Only since I moved back to my current city in 2017, though, so a lot of my older stuff is by other artists. His name's Steve, he's a fucking delight, every day I'm in his chair is a fucking party. When my grandad died I just booked him out for the day and chatted to him about my grandad for the morning until inspo struck him and then he turned his iPad around with the loveliest design on it.

18. Is there any artist you would love to get work done by? Tell us about them!

There are lots of incredible artists out there, but I don't think I have, like, one bucket list person.

19. What is your worst tattoo experience?

I had an apprentice go too deep on my pansexual tattoo and I still have a bit of raised scar tissue there lmao

20. What has been your best tattoo experience?

Getting my grandmother's memorial tattoo designed and tattooed. Per #8 I went in with a bit of a chaotic list and what the artist put together was just fucking stunning. It's my whole upper arm and every single element of it has really personal meaning.

21. Do you have any matching tattoos with people?

Yep! My spouse and I got matching Doctor Who tattoos after our wedding. I'm a DW fan of old, got my spouse into the show after we got together, and we had a reference in our ceremony but without discussing it, we'd both put references in our individual vows as well lmao.

I also have a few like... standard tattoos, for lack of a better word? As well as a few flash sheet designs. So I definitely have matching tattoos with strangers 🤣

22. What is your opinion on face tattoos?

Follow your bliss, babes, but you know the society we live in and you're accepting the potential bullshit. (I have hand tattoos!! I'm not saying it's RIGHT I'm saying it IS.)

23. Do you think tattoos make people look less professional?

No, but I know people think they do. Where's that tweet about how tattoos make you perfect for corporate culture because it shows you can sit through the most painful bullshit and that's every corporate meeting ever?

24. Post a picture of your favourite tattoo.

It me, the Dropout fan.

25. Give us a tattoo tour!

Katey I will absolutely get booted off tumblr if I do that.

[tattoo asks... except katey's already asked them all so]

#tattoo asks #hagface #you fucking maniac I miss you

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toomuchracket · 2 years ago

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OKAY SIS HEAR ME OUT! flatmate!matty scenario where they've spent the first couple of nights cuddled up together and it's been very hot and intimate, no kissing or sex though. the reader is obviously worked up af when they wake up because matty is just holding her TIGHT and whispering sweet nothings to her ear all morning and it's just so sexy and does not help her horny state at all. she wants to take a shower before breakfast so matty suggests that he'd be more than happy to prepare the breakfast while she's in the shower. he's so cute asking her what she wants to have and making a very detailed mental list about her wishes. so she goes to take the shower and her entire body is just ACHING for matty so she starts touching herself while she's in there and of course, matty has some sort of a question about what fruits she wants to have with her yoghurt and goes ask her that but hears the shower run and her MOANING and whimpering behind the door so he's like oh-......OH!!! he rushes back to the kitchen cause he doesn't want to be a perv (it's way too early to ask if she need any help with what she's up to). she finishes herself and the shower and goes to the kitchen in matty's robe, all fresh and cute and matty triple checks if he got her breakfast wishes right and she's like oh yes, babe it's perfect <3 and then he admits to her that he came to ask what sort of fruits she'd wanted to have with her yoghurt but heard the shower already run so he didn't want to bother her and just added every fruit he could think of (which she finds so cute cause there's almost more fruits than the yoghurt itself). she realises matty heard her touching herself while moaning his name and her cheeks start heating up and so does matty's and they're just so cute and shy about it. neither one of them brings it up, however, until they actually have sex. idk i'm sorry this is so long but WHAT DO YOU THINK OMG!

i think this is incred and if you wrote it i would read it!!

but yeah like idk how you two do it - you share a bed with matty all the time and then wake up and have deeply intimate chats while snuggling him and you're NOT a couple??? madness. it does get to you - you wake up h word (which is a normal thing btw) in matty's bed one morning and you're literally clenching every muscle in your body to stop yourself moaning and/or grinding on him involuntarily while he's all gravelly-voiced and sleepy and pliable and messy-haired and warm and almost-fucking-NAKED spooning you. so you're like "is it cool if i have the shower first?" just to escape the sitch and matty's like "of course darlin', i'll get started on breakfast while you're in. what d'you fancy? still got some of that honey left from when you had that awful hayfever (a.n. look at me with my easter eggs! taylor jenkins reid found d*ed! that was a joke btw), maybe something with that?", and you're like oh shit i'm horny AND lovesick for him i am going to die ANYWAY "iced coffee, yoghurt and some honey mixed in with fruit at the side, please, babe". and matty's like "ooh. raspberries? strawberries? blueberries? kiwi?" literally listing everything you bought in your aldi haul yesterday lol, and you make your decision and matty literally repeats it back to you totally seriously to make sure it's right (like the former chinese-restaurant delivery boy he is lmao) and goes "ok sweetheart you hop in the shower and i'll start assembling it", and you're like "perfect thank you babe i won't be long!". but then when he's in the kitchen, matty gets so distracted thinking about how cute you are that he's like "wait. did she want raspberries or strawberries?" and scoots along to the bathroom to ask, but stops dead in his tracks when he hears you WHINING his name and swearing over the sound of the shower - bless you, it all got too much for you and you literally had no choice but to use that removeable showerhead on yourself to relieve the desire a bit. i think matty's first thought would be a very horny mental image of you all naked and soapy and sexual, but then he's like oh fuck ew i'm not a creep not a weirdo but what the hell am i doing here i can't ask her about her fruit choices now and heads back to the kitchen, where he makes an executive decision to put raspberries in your breakfast and tries not to imagine what you were doing to yourself (he fails miserably). and like you said, you wander in looking very relaxed (😉) and cute in a robe you stole from matty (who stole it from a hotel) and go "ooh this looks amazing!" and matty's like "you're sure i did it right? with the raspberries?", and you're like "yes? we double checked it?" and matty goes all bashful like "i got distracted and forgot what it was you said lol i did go to the bathroom to try and catch you pre-shower to ask, but i could hear the water when i got closer so i just left it". and at first you're like "aww" and then internally you're like OH SHIT HE HEARD ME MOAN HIS NAME and yeah breakfast is a little bit quieter that morning than usual lol. and yeah, i think matty would ABSOLUTELY take the piss a little bit when he eventually reveals he heard you that day, and you facepalm and almost die of embarrassment - that is, until matty appeases you by asking you to shower with him and show him what you were getting up to that morning, which you happily do before he rails you over the bathroom counter lol <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #fluff asks #smutty asks #flatmate!matty

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yukipri · 10 months ago

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Hello I've just finished up a lil re read of the prime override such a fun world that you've built however I have a question maybe I'm just being dumb with the timeline squigglyness but when jango tells obi that "We didn't remove the chips," the Mand'alor says. "After all, we're using them." in chapter 14 obviously after that we're in the early war period and now we're back in the present did anyone kinda explain it to obi or did he just go to bed and have to like parse that by himself, bc I'm pretty sure that no he doesn't know about the vode bond telepathic connection but he's getting force eldritch being vibes has anyone explained to him

Also no need to answer I just don't have anyone to freak out about this with bc none of my friends read starwars fic like I'm actually a big fan of not knowing things and having to wait for it to be revealed later but also I need to know if he's just spent the last couple night just like "they're using the murder chips but for what"

Hey there! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me, I'm always excited to read any thoughts anyone has of my work, so definitely feel free to come to me whenever!!!

And well, let's just say even though I know it's been a while for us, since I wrote the whole Early War arc, it's really only been like a day and a half for Obi-Wan! He has very few answers yet, and full disclosure, he's not going to get them for a while! The reason is, as you probably saw from the Early War arc, we're kinda figuring out how Jango got to the Override step by step from the ground up. I'm not going to give any answers to Obi-Wan that we the audience don't have yet! BUT I do promise that we will go back to the past, and you'll see it come together, and when the time does come for Obi-Wan to understand, you will already understand how it works! (or at least, that's the goal lmao)

Again, thank you so much for sharing with me, I don't really have anyone to talk to about my work either, so I really depend on kind folks like you and people who comment on AO3 to let me know that my story's actually interesting ahahhaha So TYSM!!

❀ ❀ Send YukiPri an Ask! ❀ ❀

#YukiPri replies #jarchvast-likearchvistbutthevast #ThePrimeOverride #yeah i don't have any friends who are really into the same stuff as me #so i just sit here all day by myself and go I Hope My Readers Like This ;_;

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tr1ck5 · 9 months ago

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What is your favorite memory?

This is so hard hahaha I was expecting questions like what's your favorite vowel or my opinion on pineapple pizza (wait to be honest I didn't really expect any questions lmao)

Okay clearly it's gonna be impossible for me to choose ONE so I'm gonna go with something that would definitely be in my top 10... A couple of years back, my SO and I were in Montréal with friends for Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day (National Québec/French Canadian holiday on the 24th of June) and we just had such a fucking blast. You know those... perfect days? It was HOT that day and SO sunny we went out to eat and drink gin-lemonade on a restaurant terrace and ended up at a big park in Repentigny afterwards during twilight, with loads of trees and pathways and bats were flying above us and it was so damn cool to watch them! We were near the Saint Lawrence River and eventually I found a small, almost hidden pathway in the long grasses and I wanted to see where it led!!! But my friends weren't sure and were worried about bugs/ticks/poison ivy blah blah blah but I went anyways so they followed. Well the path eventually opened up and led straight to the river's shore where there was a small dock and hot damn. It was very windy but warm, the air smelled a bit briny, the moon was full and gigantic and yellow. Waves lapped on the dock and it was -breathtaking-, we could see the lights of the city afar, and it really felt like we were in this pocket oasis removed from everything, and it was so peaceful. We all sat on the dock, quiet, and just... existed. And then suddenly fireworks erupted, as is tradition on that holiday. From three different directions, all at once and all perfectly visible from where we were. We all just looked at each other, knowing this moment was somehow absolutely magical. This memory is difficult to adequately put into words, it really was a 'you had to be there' moment! My SO managed to snap a picture of me and our two friends on the dock though, and it is a picture I cherish very much, and I would love to add it here but tumblr is fucking stupid and I can't add pictures while replying to asks lol

#ask #my shit

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jedi-enthusiast · 11 months ago

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If I may, for the Choose Violence Ask Game : 2, 6, 8 and 25 ?

Choose Violence Ask Game: Star Wars Edition

2 - What character did you begin to hate, not because of canon, but because of how fandom acts about them?

Ok, so I know I remind everyone that I don't like Anakin every chance I get, so I'll pick a different answer to keep things interesting...

Probably Jango Fett and mandalorians in general.

I think I could get behind Jango and the mandalorians if people, both in fandom and some of the Disney writers, didn't keep trying to use them to bash the Jedi. Like, they're not really my taste but they can be pretty cool, but almost every fic I've read that include mandalorians just end up using them to basically say- "oh look how bad/dogmatic the Jedi are!"

I can still remember that I was once reading an arranged marriage codywan fic and it was really good...all the way up until Cody started bashing the Jedi, Obi-Wan was thinking shit like "oh Jedi can't have emotions or feel love, I'm so conflicted," and the Council was made out to be a bunch of jackasses that pretty much abused Obi-Wan.

So yeah, the only reason I include mandalorians in my fics or go along with the mando!clones thing, is so that I can either-

1. show the mandalorians realizing- "oh wait, we're the problem aren't we?" -and changing for the better.

or 2. to show the clones' development from- "oh we can't trust the Jedi" -and leaning more into mando culture to- "we love/trust the Jedi" -and them choosing to lean more into Jedi culture.

6 - Opinion on canon and/or fanon use of the secret child trope? Discuss.

I'm gonna be honest, I can't stand it lmao

I know this question isn't specifically about it, but this comes up in fandom mainly as the "Korkie Kenobi" theory and I just...it's so stupid, honestly. Plus, it makes either Obi-Wan, Satine, or both look awful.

Option A - Satine kept the fact that she was pregnant a secret from Obi-Wan, therefore not giving him a choice on whether he wanted to be in the child's life. Satine is an asshole.

Option B - Satine told Obi-Wan that she was pregnant and Obi-Wan decided to fuck off and leave her to raise their kid alone. Obi-Wan is an asshole.

Option C - They both decided that Obi-Wan wouldn't be in the child's life and agreed to lie to Korkie and everyone else because...idk, they don't want to face any consequences for their actions. They're both assholes.

Plus, Satine and Obi-Wan would've been like 15/16 when their year on the run happened---so do people seriously want to romanticize the whole "teen pregnancy" thing? Really?

The secret child thing is just a trope that I can't get behind.

8 - There should be more of this type of fic/art...

Staunchly pro-Jedi fics and comics/art.

I just want more of them lol, they're like toast to me---I could eat a whole bag and still want more, I could read every pro-Jedi fic on Ao3 and then go back to the beginning and read them all over again.

25 - What's your opinion on modern AUs? What makes a good one?

I actually really like modern AUs! I think they can be a lot of fun, especially given all the different ways you can mix things up with them!

I think modern AUs are very versatile, so there isn't really anything that definitively makes one a "good" modern AU fic. I do have a couple things that are an immediate DNF for me for Modern AUs, other than the usual grammar/format things:

1. Jedi bashing, obviously.

2. Removing characters' disabilities.

3. When there's racism/homophobia/bigotry in general and the fic handles it shittily.

4. When the characters are changed so much that they're basically unrecognizable.

#star wars #sw prequels #the clone wars #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #pro jedi #anti mandalorians #obitine critical

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taffywabbit · 11 months ago

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some people were concerned about my joke in this earlier post regarding "putting tape on the fan", so let me just clarify what happened there lol

(this is kind of another computer storytime post, but it's longer and not really a joke like the other one, so i will put it behind a Read More for those who are curious)

ok so basically my computer started making this HORRIBLE screeching squealing noise intermittently back in October. it scared the hell out of me so badly that i just IMMEDIATELY turned off my computer because i thought that shit was about to catch fire. this happened multiple times and i couldn't figure out what was causing it and i just decided to leave my computer off for the rest of the night and open it up in the morning when i could get a second opinion from one of my techy roommates. but then it was just... fine? for a couple days? and i was like oh phew everything's ok i guess! that was really weird!

of course the noise started again, and i determined that it was coming from back end of my liquid CPU cooler, so for the first time ever, i figured out how to open up the side panel of my case and made sure everything was free of dust (it was fine) and there were no loose wires or components brushing up against the fans (also fine). then i took the top off to see if there were any loose screws where the cooler attached to it, and there weren't, but there WAS an inexplicably bent filament in the heatsink

and i was like oh shit! i wonder if that's causing some kind of air resistance sound or something and that's what i've been hearing! so i very very carefully bent it back into shape with a small screwdriver and then closed everything back up and tested it. it did not help. in hindsight it was kinda dumb of me to assume that would have anything to do with the issue, but oh well, i learned lots of things about computers throughout this process

anyways i looked inside the case with a flashlight WHILE it was running and pretty much immediately realized that the problem was very obviously one of the 3 fans on the CPU cooler that was stalling. it only started screeching when it tried to get up to higher speeds, but it was still slowing down/stopping every few seconds and creating a lot of vibration, which was something i COULD deal with while trying to get my work done, but it was distracting and made me really really anxious.

my phone's mic is always really quiet for some reason but you can still see/hear what was going on in there:

i think this was around the point in the process where i looked into fan control software, because i realized they didn't seem to be dynamically adjusting to my PC's resource usage or temperature and were instead just running full blast all the time. (it got SO much quieter after i did that. i can't believe i just dealt with hurricane winds under my desk for a year without questioning it lmao). it was AFTER i slowed their default running speed down a bit that i was able to see the problem more clearly and took this video.

i installed FanControl in the hopes that it would give me some kind of option to JUST turn off that one fan and leave the other two running, because obviously that fan isn't contributing anything to keeping things cool anyways so i may as well just shut it off and avoid further damage to the motors (and further squealing), right? well unfortunately the whole CPU cooler is treated as a single fan on the software end of things, so whatever i do to one fan, i do to all of them. it was still worthwhile to set up FanControl but it didn't solve my issue.

so THEN i did some digging, and according to some forums online it sounded like these 3 fans might at least be wired separately? or daisy-chained off of one set of wires via metal contacts on their sides? either way, it sounded like it'd be possible to just detach and remove the faulty fan until i could replace it, temporarily solving the issue. i figured out how to open up my PC even MORE than before and accessed the rear side where all the cables are kept. this is where i ran into a wall again re: my lack of expertise and confidence with this stuff.

looking at the back of the motherboard, this is what i was greeted with:

the part that's circled at the top is where the cables from all 3 fans (turned out they DID each have their own separate cables) were bundled together into two groups and fed into the back, behind the motherboard. the ones that run across the top to the left are bundled up back here and then feed back through to the front and connect o the motherboard, and the ones running down the right side go to the power supply in the bottom of the case (which i quickly found to be inaccessible because it was protected on both sides by solid metal plates that i couldn't figure out how to remove without breaking anything). in both cases, regardless of whether i could access the actual ports to disconnect them, it was nearly impossible to figure out which cables corresponded to which fan from this vantage point.

after spending a few minutes quietly coming to terms with the fact that i was WAY over my head and not equipped to carry out this particular solution, i closed the computer back up and went online to look for more possible solutions. i didn't find anything, but a piece of info i DID consistently come across throughout this whole process is that computer fans are typically very low-torque (so that they stop easily if anything obstructs them, to prevent damage to wires or anything like that). talking to a few friends about it, i decided i might have the temporary solution i needed.

this is where the tape finally comes in! i used scotch tape and just kinda... folded it around one of the fan blades and attached it to the outside of the fan casing, like a leash.

then, very very fearfully, i turned the PC back on and watched to see what happened, ready to cut the power if needed. but it worked, more or less! it would pull, meet resistance, immediately stop, and wait a moment before trying again. the important thing is that it couldn't get up to speed and it wasn't making noise. so i turned it off again, redid the tape (i don't have a pic of it but i did a much better job of securing it from multiple angles so it was 100% immobile), and it was good to go!

not a pretty or ideal solution, but my computer doesn't make funny noises anymore and still isn't having any temperature issues. if there was anything to actually attach it to then i might use a zip-tie or something instead, but this has been working fine for 2 months and will continue to work for the foreseeable future, or at least until i move and have computer-savvy friends living nearby who can help me remove and replace the fan/cooler.

anyways yeah after going through all of this chronologically, this is DEFINITELY why my computer sometimes turns red and evil and wants to kill me lmao

#buny text #storytime

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lahotelbellamuerte · 4 months ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧 - roof floor. two sides of one coin

series masterlist ! current: two sides of one coin !

pairing; phoenix x five warnings; death, mentions of past, heartbreak, love lol, not proofread. word count; 8.9k notes; last chapter of the season, thank you for reading truly. hopefully some of you out there are agreeing with how making this story become. now I have bring out a white board for this one coming. LMAO. cheers, I'll see you next book :3

THE DREAM STARTED AS GOOD, AND HE ALMOST DIDN'T WANT IT TO END. Five was settled on a chair, the house familiar. He had seen it before. It was Phoenix's home, the one he had visited. The house was as large and pristine as it used to be. He looked down and saw a mug of black coffee in hand, as he sat on the porch, feeling a smile on his face. Then looking forward to seeing the purple-haired woman. Her hair is loosely clipped to an updo. Her hands pressed dirt down as she fiddled with flowers around.

Getting up she sighed and removed the gloves walking up to him, "Well the new tulips should be ready to bloom in like a couple of months."

Five rolled his eyes, "I don't know why you are so keen on keeping the garden."

The woman walked up to him, an arm next to his head, "Because my mother loved tulips, you idiot."

All he did was smile and lean up to press a kiss into her lips, "Just shut up and join me," he said and pulled her into his lap, sitting in content silence.

That was before his dream started shifting and started seeing a blur of his dreams and memories. Stumbling down a hall, Phoenix's giggles rang in his ear. Their hands are tight in grip. The blur of watching Reginald, shaking his hand with someone else. The sounds of high-pitched moans in his ear. Sensations of nails scratching along his shoulders. The feeling of pure euphoria.

That was all until he peeled his eyes open. His head pounding and trying to gather itself. His surroundings were all spinning and blurry.

Lifting his head he mumbled, "What did I get up to last night?" his vision cleared as he absorbed the room he settled in. Eyes then landed on a lump of purple hair with a bare back, noticing the red string tattoo down her spine, "Fuck," he muttered.

"That is what you did," a voice replied.

He turned to see her moving and also getting up. His head turning away as her breast came into view.

This caused the girl to snort, "As if you didn't see more than my tits last night," she laughed, getting up and gathering the thin sheet around her body, "Plus if I do say so myself you weren't too shabby."

Five groaned and just began getting dressed, "You're stupid," was all he could really say. He didn't need her knowing that he too enjoyed their time together.

Phoenix just hummed, "Alright there buddy, I'll see you out there."

Five grabbed onto her forearm, "Wait aren't you going to change?" He questioned as he looked down to see her just have a thin sheet around her.

The woman smiled and leaned closer to him, faces almost touching, "Trust me, honey, I'm comfortable in my own body," she paused to give him a peck on the lips, "Don't worry I won't be jumping into anyone else's bed." Was all she said and left the room, to leave Five to his thoughts.

The purple-haired woman strutted down the hall and headed back to the seamstress in hopes of getting another outfit. To really bring out the joy of the end of the world.

Finished getting dressed, a tight-fitting black suit vest to match her stripped cropped dress pants. And tying up her black Converse on her feet.

"Oh this is perfect, shows off your tattoos perfectly Miss Magnolia," she said a smile on the old lady.

Phoenix smiled and nodded, "Thank you once more."

Before she could reach the door, Reginald Hargreeves stepped through, "Miss Magnolia, if I could have a word."

The woman paused and nodded, "You may."

Reginald nodded, "As I come to know, you my dear are an essential part of this mission."

Phoenix raised her brow, "Are you sure about that?" she questioned, "Last I heard you killed Eight Hargreeves because she was too powerful."

The man shook his hand, "Eight is a story for another day, that is if you help us see to it," he started, "I could see you and Five are getting along famously."

Phoenix couldn't help but blush, "You know I keep on having dreams of something telling me something is wrong," she said trying to avoid anything of Five.

"Well, you can find out if join us for the meeting."

Everything in this world of hers was left behind, "Alright what the hell."

Reginald nodded and opened the door for the young girl behind her, "Perfect, after you."

The two walked down the hall to eventually arrive at the lobby. Klaus and Chris cheering for the girl.

Five's eyes landed on her new outfit, and just nodded in her direction, knowing she would feel it.

"Alright let's begin. The Norse had eight sleepers. The Blackfoot, eight stars. As a boy, I heard the legend of the eight bells. All these stories are the same. The village is under threat by flood, by fire, by a night that never ends. A shaman brings his disciples to a sacred cave. He tells them if they can ring the eight magic bells, the village will be saved, and all will be restored just as it was." Reginald retells to all the umbrellas in the room.

Lila couldn't really take the shit, "Reggie?" she calls, and watched the man hum at the question, "Can we get a little less Brothers Grimm, and more 'what the hell does this have to do with us?'"

"There is a truth to these myths. None of you can deny what's going on around us. All of existence will be gone by the end of the day, but whoever or whatever wove together space and time, they left a way to put things back together if the universe ever faced total annihilation," he answers as his eyes travel to each of the people left in the world, "There is a portal in the universe. I built this hotel around it. And on the other side is the answer," he finishes.

Luther who had Sloan huddled to his shoulder speaks up, "And... we're supposed to, what? Just stroll in there, ring some bells, and fix this shit?"

"Sarcasm aside, you are mostly right," he answered, "Except for the guardian."

Everyone looked at each other uneased as he said the words, "What kind of guardian?" Asked Viktor.

Before Reginald could answer, Diego beat him to it, "Kinda guardian that does this," he says lifting his hand with missing fingers, "He has a sword."

The older man nodded slightly, "It is a force to be reckoned with."

"See? Yeah. This is where you lose me," Luther speaks up exasperatedly.

"Honestly that's where?" Phoenix speaks up, "He lost me at magic bells," she snorted it out, Lila letting out a laugh at her friend's joke.

"Why would the builders of this 'back door' need to have a guardian?" Viktor then asks ignoring the purple-haired girl.

Sloan then spoke knowing why, "Ah! To protect it from people who want to use it for nefarious means," she answered with a smile.

"That is correct Sloane," Reginald confirmed.

"So it's gonna take all of us to defeat the thing protecting the bells," Allison adds hearing the words from the old man.

Five rolled his eyes, "You're actually buying his crap?"

Allison looked over at Five, "How is a guardian and bells crazier than time-traveling briefcases and assassins with cartoon masks?"

"Actually she got you there," Luther replied agreeing with the Rumor.

Everyone was somewhat silent, before Ben stood from his seat, "I'm in."

Five stared at him, still trying to figure out who was in the room with Reginald the night he and Phoenix stumbled across.

"Me too," said Diego, getting up and letting Lila fall on the couch, "But I think some of should stay back, like Lila.

The blonde didn't like the answer and stood, "Uh no. Or maybe you can stay and I go."

"This is way bigger than all of us. Nobody can stay back," Allison added.

This made Phoenix's senses tingle a bit, it was something about her tone that she didn't like. There was something up there.

"You my children, are all that stands between us and oblivion," he says trying to convince them, "Are we ready to go?"

Phoenix scoffed, "That's where we are Reggie, Hotel Oblivion," she said crossing her arms.

"Well, I say we vote," Viktor offers.

Ben looked at him in disgust, "This isn't a democracy. Dad's calling the shots."

Five shook his head, "I'm with Viktor. We vote."

"The world is ending, and you want to count hands?" Reginald asks looking around the room in disbelief.

"You're asking us to risk our lives," Luther adds, "I think it's only fair you give us time to discuss it. Privately."

"Agreed, Phoenix come along," Five said getting up and dragging her with him.

The purple-haired girl was confused, "Are you actually thinking about this?"

He turned to her, "No, but last night before," he paused to blush slightly, "Us I suppose, we were stumbling down the hall, and I saw Reginald talking to someone."

The girl hummed and nodded, "You're right I do have very vague memories of him," she paused to slump on a chair nearby, "I bet my own life it's Allison."

He raised an eyebrow, "And why do you think that?"

Leaning closer to him, "Well think about it, she has the most win if whatever comes out of it," she starts and watches Five sit next to her, "She's always talking about Claire, and some dude named Ray right?"

Five shook his head, "No she isn't."

"I know, I had a brief moment where I touched her and saw it," she said shrugging, "There's another thing."

Five looked at her, "Well on with it."

"That feeling of Eight, remember when I told you it felt familiar?" she asks and watches as he nods in agreement, "Well it's getting heavier, I don't know what it means."

"Are you saying Eight might be alive?" He asks looking at her.

The woman shrugs, "Whoa there, I'm not saying anything, I'm just feeling a very strong energy in the air right now," she says looking in his direction, "It might also just might be me still horny."

Five scoffed and got up, "If you behave," was all he said, and walked away, listening to Phoenix's laughs from afar.

Getting up from her seat she spots Lila from across the lobby, walking closer to each other.

"I hear you had a good time last night," Lila began her elbow tapping her.

Phoenix laughed, "It was enjoyable, to say the least," she started settling to sit on the steps, "Dear old Eight did have good taste for men."

The two huddled together, "Do you think this is the end of it all?" Lila asked breaking their silence.

"I don't think so. As much as things will become shit, it will only get worse and then we'll be saved somehow." Phoenix tells her.

It wasn't long before everyone gathered together once more. Five and Phoenix leaned on a pillar as the rest were by the stairs.

"I think you can all guess which way I'll be voting. We've all been through a lot. We've all lost people," Allison starts and looks over at Five and the others, "But their deaths all have to mean something. Which is why I'll be voting to go with Dad."

Not a shocker, thought Phoenix to herself.

Lila then steps down and whispers something to Diego, "Let's go save the bloody universe!"

"Well then since she's voting that way, I vote to stay. How's that for playing nice," he says and gives her a smug smile.

Lila scoffs, "You're not being serious?"

"It's his vote, Lila," she says looking back at the blonde, "Klaus?"

He drinks in hand and smiles, "I'm with Father."

"Okay that's four to one," Allison continues then looks forward, "Viktor."

The smaller man looks at her and sighs, "Look, I want to believe, okay? I really do. I just can't shake the feeling that we don't know what we're getting ourselves into."

"No, but we know what we've got if we don't," Allison responds, "We have to go into this together. Viktor. A family." She continued in hopes of convincing him.

Viktor was annoyed now, "You can't just keep throwing the word 'family' around. It isn't enough. I vote to stay."

Allison didn't respond but moved on, "Luther?"

"Um, Sloane and I talked, and, well, we're out. Look we wanna spend whatever time we have left together, and not fighting some guy with a sword and ringing bells and stuff." Luther states, looking at his other siblings.

"Well, dead even. Four in, four out," Viktor says.

Reginald then looked over at the duo, "That leaves you Miss Magnolia, and Five."

Five still didn't back down, "I saw the future, and it told me to sit this one out. I vote stay. It's time we accept our fate."

Phoenix claps, "Well I've been haunted in my dreams by voices, all in despair, and maybe it's time I snuff them out. As for Chris thank you for leaving him out."

The curly-haired boy pulled on his denim jacket, "When Eight came into my universe I was met by a brilliant mind, my family then were thrilled to have her. And now she left me some of her powers in thought that she would take care of me. But in reality, I think it is time for me and all of us. To go back to the people we miss in the beyond."

Allison taking it the worst looked over at her siblings, "You're all pathetic."

Reginald then steps forward, "Children, I can't say I'm happy with this. But I see now the blame falls on me. I failed you when you were young, and I have failed you now. And in doing so, I have doomed the entire universe. If anyone needs me I'll be in the courtyard...awaiting the end." He finishes and walks out of the lobby.

"Now what?" Diego then asks.

Phoenix this time was the first to answer, "We wait for the end, dear friends," she says and walks off, Five not far behind.

"See you around, It's been interesting," Five adds as they disappear.

He runs up the final steps to catch up with her, "And just where do you think you're going?"

The girl shrugs, "Nowhere in particular," and so she continues walking just to be at the reception area, and Five without a word follows her.

Five smiled slightly at the sight, before Phoenix could turn he spoke up, "Would you mind giving me one more dance?"

The girl turned to him, "Hmm look at you, even in defeat I would've thought of a way to save everyone," she said as she placed her hand in his.

"Normally I would, but I wouldn't do that while you're here with me," he replies, spinning her, and placing his hand back at her waist.

Furrowing her brows she couldn't help but smile all the same, "You are a softie."

Five didn't know why he was acting like this. Even with Eight, the two most of the time bickered, but that was how their love language was. Yet as Phoenix said, here he was treating her as some rare jewel he had found. He couldn't help but want to treat her the same way. As a beloved jewel that was no one else's but his.

"Only for you," he said not disagreeing with the statement.

Phoenix only smiled and continued their silent dance at the end of the world. With the man, she had dreams with all the blurry dreams finally coming to her at a time like this.

"Hey Five, can I tell you something?" She suddenly said, their bodies flush as they swayed.

Five didn't even have to have Eight's mind-reading powers to know, "You don't have to say it, me too. Somehow this twisted time brought us here together."

As pulled them apart slightly, she fully stepped back and gasped, "I remember, it was Allison in the room with him."

Five searched his head as much as he could before it clicked. His memories appeared, and in that room with Reginald was no other than his sister Allison.

The two with no more time left to dance, left the room back to the hotel. And just like a cue, they heard Sloane's screams.

As they entered, the sight was Sloane holding her husband Luther in her arms. All bloodied, chest holding a deep gash. In the corner, Allison too had bloodied hands.

Just after the duo had come into the room, Viktor followed, "Oh my God, Luther."

Phoenix held onto Five's hand tightly, "What happened?"

"He went to go get ice. I couldn't—"She started in between sobs, "He didn't come back. I..I don't know," Sloan cried out, still looking down at her husband.

Everyone in the room held somber faces.

Lila looked over a Diego with a frown, "It must have been him. The Guardian."

Looking back down at Luther he nodded, "She's right. Whatever did this had a long curved blade," he said leaning down to inspect his body closer.

"How...How can you be sure?" Viktor asks.

Diego turned back to Viktor, "I don't know much, but I know knives."

"Children, what's going on?" Reginald's voice comes in gasping at the sight, "Oh God! Luther."

Ben who was sitting clenched his jaw, "If we attacked first, he would still be alive."

Everyone in the room was silent, hearing the distant rumbles coming from outside. Until the entire building started trembling.

"Gu—Guys! Hey guys!" Exclaims Ben as he catches a glimpse of the end of the non-existent corridor.

"What are we gonna do with Luther?" Sloane cries.

Five who also saw the end of the hall looked around, "Okay, we're out of time! The Kuelblitz is here."

Reginald taking his moment opens the passage, "Into the passage! It's the only way."

Diego grabbed a gun from the wall, "You agreed to stay!" Viktor says as he stops him.

The man looks at him, "They killed Luther alright?!"

Reginald still holding the door, "Come on, children! Hurry!"

"We can't leave him," Sloane says trying to grab her husband.

Allison gets ahead of it and grabs her, "We go now, or we're gonna die."

Everyone shuffles in, Five pulling the purple-haired girl with him. Once more evading the Apocalypse. The specialty of the Umbrella Academy.

"Let's never do that again," Viktor said panting as the rest of them looked around the room.

"What, narrowly escape the Apocalypse? It's kind of our thing, isn't it?" Five says stepping into the room.

Allison looks over at the bull's ass, "There's something very wrong with that."

Lila looks over at it, "Same suite, just ass-backward."

"No hyperbole there," Five agrees looking at the same bull.

Ben just paced, "This is some Alice in Wonderland bullshit," he mumbles.

Diego still with a rifle in hand agrees, "Yeah, it only gets weirder."

Last to arrive was Reginald who panted as he slammed the door shut, "At last, the other side."

Phoenix had been counting as each person came in, "Uh try again Reggie, wheres Klaus?"

"Children, I'm sorry, but your brother. I did all I could, but he didn't make it through in time. The Kgelblitz has claimed its last victim." He replies out of breath.

The purple-haired girl didn't know the séance all that much but he was a part of the family, "Bullshit, he was right behind five and I," she pressed.

Sloane already sad to leave her husband, couldn't bear the thought of another, "We need to go back."

Reginald shook his hand, "There's nothing to go back to. Children, there will be time for tears later. Right now we have to keep moving." He says and speeds out of the room.

"Wait, Luther and Klaus?" Vikor then asks, the thought of their brothers gone.

The siblings didn't really have much to say. So in silence, they followed after the older man. Five making sure he held onto Phoenix's hand.

As they arrived at the lobby, Reginald looked around in awe, "It's magnificent," he said continuing down the steps.

Ben too was amazed at the sight, "You guys should've stayed here. This place is way nicer."

"Lila and I barely got out alive last time remember?" Diego added so they knew the severity.

Ben being cocky as usual responds, "Yeah, but I'm here this time, and the numbers are in our favor."

"Well, whatever it was. it was strong, fast, and super pissed," Lila added remembering how it took off Diego's fingers.

Walking to the front desk Diego was the first to arrive, "Alright, so, whatever you do, do not ring this bell."

"Why's that?" Phoenix asked.

Diego looked at her, "Be my guest if you want to lose a finger," he paused to look at Ben, "or a tentacle."

Sloane still not in the right state of mind moved forward, "I'll take my chances."

Before she could Lila got in her way, "Don't!"

"Get out my way," she argued.

"To take this thing, we need to be in the right state of mind," she tried to say and calm the recently wed and widowed.

With tears in her eyes, Sloane replied, "Right state of mind? You think I'm angry? Yes, I'm angry. I want to kill whatever it is that hurt Luther."

Diego moved forward, "Luther isn't the only one that's gone."

Viktor nods, "We lost Klaus too. I'm angry okay? We all are."

Phoenix lets go of Five's hand to move towards the revolving doors, "Don't try it Phoenix, Doors won't let you out."

Allison looks around, "So what we're stuck here?"

"This place is a test and a trap and a means of salvation, all at once," Reginald answers as he walks up to the front desk.

Viktor doesn't listen, "Does anyone know what that sign says?"

Diego replies, "Yes, it says "do not ring this bell.'"

Five moves in, "We get it Diego, bell bad."

"He oldie, Reg, what do we do now," the purple-haired one asked.

The man doesn't say anything for moments as they all call his name. All he does is flip frantically through the pages of some old journal he carried.

Before Lila could hear the old man's answer she made up her mind, "I'm hungry. Does anyone fancy an unagi roll?" she asked and walked towards the revolving sushi bar.

Ben scoffs, "How could you possibly be hungry at a time like this?"

Lila frowned and looked at him, "I don't know. How can you be a dick at a time like this?"

Phoenix snorted at the words from her Brit friend, earning a glare from Ben.

"Hey!" Diego interjected, "Back off alright?" he said stepping closer to the man, "She's eating for—"

"—Strength," she cut off Diego before she could out her pregnancy to the entire room, "In trying times. Diego come with me for a second," she then added quickly, pulling the man by his arm.

While everyone disbursed for a second, Phoenix couldn't help but feel that dull strong pain still. She was here. How the tattooed girl didn't want to know. But all she hoped was that she was here for good and not some evil shit. If it came down to a fight, she didn't know if this time Eight would be easy to take down. Somehow when they were back in her place, her fighting felt thin, it was strong, but it was held back by any strength. This time she wasn't sure if she'd win. Either way, it might not even be Eight in the flesh, it could be just something holding the substance of her power. Or at least she hoped.

The true lingering question was, would they survive this one? Or was this more so the actual end for all of them? Selfishly, Phoenix hoped they survive. She just now found a new love. Someone who also has the abilities just like her. Someone who isn't afraid to call out her bullshit. Someone she least expected to fall for.

"You feel it too huh?" A voice came next to her, she saw no other than Chris.

She didn't really have to ask who he was talking about, "I do, but I only hope it's not as I think it is."

The younger man scoffed, "From the last time, I sure hope it's just an empty shell and nothing else.

Before the two could talk about it more, she felt a hand in hers, "Phoenix we got to go."

The girl nodded and followed, Chris right behind the two.

"Gather 'round children. Now that we've had a chance to catch our breath, the real work can begin."

Five moves forward, "Ah, the myth of the eight bells, eh?"

The man with a book still in hand nods, "Exactly. Somebody's been paying attention."

"Okay, so we find the bells, then what?" Diego asks just wanting to kill the beast.

Reginald looked over at him, "No, no, no. The bells are just a metaphor for this," he said putting up the book and showing the group a drawn symbol.

Phoenix couldn't help but roll her eyes as everyone could see what the hell that man was talking about.

"The sigil," Five said looking at the shape.

Reginald once more nods, "That is correct Number Five. The sigil is the key to the seven bells. Once we find this symbol we're one step closer to resetting the universe."

"What do we do when we find it?" Sloan asks.

At that, the older man paused, "I don't know," he says genuinely.

Viktor furrows his brows, "Excuse me? We're here because you said you had a plan," he says hands moving in exasperation.

The older man looks over, "I do, up to a point."

Lila snickers at the words, "Great. So we'll just stay in the hotel forever. Staring at the walls and eating bad sushi."

No one could answer her sarcastic remark besides of course Allison, "Finding the sigil is our only way out of here and the best chance we have of testing the universe."

Every word that came out of her mouth just made Five's idea that Reginald and Allison were working together, all the more true, "Funny how you and Dad are on the same page again," he questioned while giving her an accusing look.

To avoid any conflict Viktor spoke up, "Okay, where do we start?"

"We'll split into groups," he states closing his book, "I'll get with Allison and Sloane, Ben and Five with Viktor."

"No, we want Allison," Viktor interjected.

Five looked over, "Ben for Allison. We've trained together so it makes more sense if we take Allison."

Allison just smiled in disbelief, "Uh, no, thanks."

Viktor looked over at her, "Why not?" he asked.

The woman had no response, but Reginald filled the silence, "Splendid idea. Allison, you go with the umbrellas. Sparrows, stick together."

Five looked over at Phoenix, "Come on, let's get going—"

"—no she must go to a different floor, we have to split up to get more ground," Reginald said as he cut off Five trying to get her to go with him.

The purple-haired girl nodded and smiled at him, "I'll be okay Five," she said squeezing his hand and heading off on her own to a different floor than the others.

Stepping into the elevator, the girl quickly moved through the rooms slowly. It wasn't until she was on the floor that she realized. How the fuck am I supposed to find some sigil? I can't fucking see.

So she just sighed and tried her best with the abilities she had, but then as she stepped through a door the whole floor changed. Her heightened sense of feeling walls is different. Some that were open were now closed off.

"Jesus what is happening here," she mumbled as she went on about opening other doors.

Still, each room was untouched, or no unfamiliar energy that she could trace.

But it was sudden that she felt a shift of five strong entities. And of course, it all came to life when the rumbling of the bell spread through the hotel.

And one of them appeared at the end of the hall.

"Well, shit."

The large knight stood tall and proud with a sturdy staff in hand. All the more ready to defeat her and she stood weaponless. The knight slammed the staff onto the ground and then walked closer to her.

As the large statue reached her, it slammed it right where she was. But luckily Phoenix moved out of the way in time. Cringing as she felt the wind past her face.

"Holy shit," she gasped at the sheer force that would've hit her.

Pushing her back against the wall, she leveraged herself up to kick the knight and make it stumble.

Slapping her hands together, a slight pulse shocked the floor. As she separated her hands, a glowing gold staff appeared. She twirled it around her body a couple of times, before leaving it to settle to rest on her forearms and partially behind her.

With her other hand, she waved the statuette knight, "Now we're even ground you freak," she hisses and does miss her chance to run towards it.

The large staffs slammed against each other, as the two tried landing a blow on each of them.

Phoenix slammed one tip of her staff against the ground, to help her jump over the knight, all to stab the staff through its torso, her hands glowing her eerie red, pushed against its back to send it tumbling a few feet back.

"That all you got freak?" she taunted.

The smile fell off her face when it got up, and teleported behind her this time. The being grabbed her by the neck to through her through a door. Groaning as she tumbled and rolled on the tiled floor.

She was in a room similar to where she had bathed naked in front of Five the first time all those days ago.

"I just had to say something," she mumbled cracking her back as she took a running head start to the knight. Jumping right before, and wrapping her legs around his head. Crossing her ankles to keep the hold, she used her hands to try and pry off the head.

The knight doing its best to knock her over. Moved and flailed around, even to reach for a knife in its sheath. Moving it forward to stab it in her thigh.

The girl screamed, "Fuck you, you mold-looking piece of shit!" she gritted, moving her other leg up his shoulder. The once in pain followed, not leaving behind that hissing of a young woman.

pushing her legs down and hands on the head she was able to rip it off. Ungraciously jumping off and landing more so, stumbled back to the ground. Right as she thought she won, the knight just continued to move towards her staff back at hand.

"What does it take with you?!" she screamed, this time not caring if the whole building went down. Hands brightly glowing. One stretched out to conjure it frozen, her hues surrounding it, the other moved her wrist and fingers as she ripped it apart with her hands. The room was all slightly following her commands as well, the walls crackling under the sheer amount of power held within. Each piece that was ripped off the knight, pulsed throughout the building, each more violent than the last.

As the other Umbrellas and Sparrows went on the fight. They felt each of the pulses, almost like small earthquakes right below their feet. The walls all had thin little cracks, all glowing that bright red.

Five who had been hiding behind a washer, noticed and recognized those lines, "Phoenix," he whispered, but not having enough time to think about it as he had his own to defeat.

When all the pieces had been separated, she pulled her hands into fists and crumbled the knight, sending one last pulse that jolted the building, the lights flickering. Sighing she leaned back to a wall and removed the knife from her thigh throwing it across the room. Reaching for any piece of cloth she could find and wrapping it around her thigh tightly.

Pushing herself up to a stand, she made her way back to the elevator, "Jesus Reginald, what did you do," she mumbled leaning against the elevator, pressing the 'L.'

Looking to the last one to arrive, "Phoenix," they had mumbled walking over to her and pulling her into a hug.

"Five I did say I was going to be fine," she mumbled into his neck with a chuckle.

Five pulled away from it and smacked her on the side of the head, "Yes by almost taking us out in the process, whatever ever you were doing shook the entire building," he said and pulled her by hand towards the others.

The two then realized Klaus was back, "Klaus," Five started at the sight of the man.

The séance looked over at the two, "You guys look like shit."

Phoenix scoffed, "You try battling the guardian love," she said an arm around Five's shoulder as the wound on her thigh was throbbing.

"We just did," Allison says.

Viktor looks at the others, "So did we," he replies looking at the others who apparently also did.

"Guilty here, nasty buggers," she mumbles, "Klaus honey, we thought you were you know dead?"

Klaus nods, "Yes you maturing loving flower, that resembles my dead sister, I'm alive and amazing, despite Dad's attempts to bash my brains in, but tearful reunions later. What you guys need to know right now is that. Dad killed Luther. And he locked me out of the tunnel, and he rang that stupid bell!" he says finally.

The group then went to face the man who coincidentally stepped into the area, "What's your plan, old man?" Five yells his arm around Phoenix's waist.

"We have no time for this," Reginald says while the book is still on hand.

Sloane is once again in tears, "You killed Luther!" she says.

"I had no choice. You refused to come together as a team," he says looking towards them.

Ben appalled at his father's words, "All of your stupid myths and stories. There were never eight bells or Norsemen. You brought us here to die!" he exclaimed, angry that he had never seen his intentions before

The older man shook his head, "That is not so. Somewhere in this hotel is the key to resetting the universe. We just need to find the sigil!"

"Phoenix I might be on onto something, can you stand?" he asked watching as the girl nodded. Not hearing the siblings behind him argue with the man.

"Ours had a horse," Sloane added holding onto her wound.

Phoenix caught herself up with the conversation, "Mine had a staff."

Diego and Lila looked at each other, in sync, "There's one left," they realized.

"Let's go after it!" Sloane suggested.

Phoenix laughed, "Not to be a sour puss, but some of us barely made it out alive," she says motioned around the room.

"Hey guys I found the Sigil. It's on the—" Before he could finish the glass above them shatters, the last knight dropping through. Not before throwing his axe on the rope towards Five. Cutting his arm clean off, leaving him to his screams.

The others preparing for a fight, slicing Klaus first. Slamming it into the ground to get everyone off their feet. Stabbing Ben right in the stomach.

The others evade and scream to avoid getting hit. Diego getting into a direct fight with him. To be smacked on the ground. Before setting on Sloane who did her best to keep it from hitting her. Hands glowing weakly, as she was injured badly. As her power flickered off the Knight was never able to get her.

"Nobody hurts my wife, you son of a bitch," Luther says and grabs into the guardians threw him easily behind him as if he were a rag doll.

The mask flew off the Guardian to travel a holed-out face. All the while Luther and Sloane reunited, Phoenix moved closer to the guardian.

"Phoenix stay away from it!" Five yelled his arm tied up to avoid more bleeding, "The sigil is on the lobby floor. It's the stars!"

"Children find a star on the sigil. Stand on it!" Reginald yells as they watch him the guardian stands again, "Hurry it's the only way to defeat him!"

Phoenix cracked her neck, "Not the only way," she hissed, running at the whole speed her hands glowing the familiar red. The guardian swung its weapons at her, but all they did was turn back to dust. Moving her hands and fingers, the guardian looked down at itself to see it being crushed. All to eventually meet its end.

Everyone but Five had stepped on the sigil, but the room then all fell into a gold room full of symmetry, "Hey you're okay," Five said checking to see if she was wounded anywhere else besides her leg.

"So you've found love once more I see," The two looked over at Reginald confused, "And I had done you a favor to bring her back."

Five's eyes widened, next to Reginald almost as if a door had opened. Eight Hargreevees in the flesh stepped through. Blonde hair long a soft resting on her back. She looked exactly like the last time he had seen her, minus the stab through her. Except she wore a white version of their uniform. He was in a trance at the sight of her.

"Darling, I came back to you," she spoke, the flat American accent that he so long missed, "I told you all would be well."

Without instinct, Five's grip on Phoenix fell, and began walking toward the woman he married. Leaving a girl to be brokenhearted.

As he reached his wife he couldn't help but smile. Lifting his hand to touch her cheek, "You're real," he whispered tears coming to his eyes at the feeling of her skin under his. Blue bright eyes, that just seemed to see through him and the world.

Her hand reached and covered his, "Of course I am. I'd always come back to you."

Breaking their reunion, "Number Eight, you know of your mission," Reginald's voice broke them apart.

The blonde looked over at the older man and nodded, "Yes Father."

Five furrows his brows as he watches her move away from him, "Eight, what does he mean?"

She doesn't answer, but when he goes to grab her hand, he's incapable of moving, "Eight?!"

Eight only had one this in sight, a girl and her brilliant purple hair, "There can only be one of here darling."

The rest of the Hargreeves, all stuck to their stars, unable to stop her.

Just like it was engraved in their memory, they watched Eight begin to glow slightly, her hair floating and mixed her her brilliant hues.

Charging up a large blow, Phoenix could believe this was happening. One she was a second choice, rebound if you will. Two, she was fighting against one of the strongest forces in the universe.

Putting her palms up she was able to disperse the force around her, not before stumbling at the sheer strength. This woman didn't train with her powers enough, yet had enough force to blow her open.

"Eight this is what you said would happen!" Phoenix called avoiding all her attempts to get hit.

The blonde smirked, "Well change of plans little bird," she seethed, floating in the air and conjuring large stones at the girl.

Clapping her hands once more to get the staff kicking it to hit the stones. Breaking them apart, but it wasn't enough when Eight came barreling towards her. Grabbing her neck, "Come on, I thought you'd be stronger than this," she laughed throwing her to the ground breaking ground.

Phoenix rolled and tumbled a couple of times, before quickly reacting and throwing her hands up so knives flew right at her.

Thinking they would break apart like the many times she countered, to her surprise they didn't. Each knife either skimmed her skin or stabbed her. Eight yelped at the sensation but pulled out the knives at hand.

"Now you're talking," she hissed and continued to conjure things out of her memory, but the pest was agile and able to move them aside.

Phoenix slammed her hand on the ground, and Eight's power diminished for the time being. The purple-haired girl sped over to her and punched her in the face.

"God I've been waiting to do that," she said not waiting for her to recover, and kicked her in the stomach.

Everyone didn't know who to cheer for, they had come to know Phoenix and what'd she's done for them. Eight on the other hand was the original, was there for all her siblings in one way or another.

Five the most was conflicted on who his heart truly belonged to. Eight had been his wife the woman he had promised to love until death. Which happened, she had died. Never believed that he'd love anyone else, yet Phoenix dug her way through his skin.

The two fought hard as explosions and pulses could be felt, and they were thrown near the family. Phoenix got up, bruised and bloodied.

"Phoenix watch it!" Lila called gathering her attention, looking just in the she caught her spear that was about to pierce her heart.

"Just die with grace Phoenix!" Eight taunted her hands attempting to push the spear more.

While Phoenix's attempt was the opposite, the ruling force started picking up winds as the two pushed their limits. The tattoo girl felt this was her end. After all, she was only here for the mission of not ending the world, and finding Eight. Here she was, strong as ever, even more so now she thought.

In her dying moments, she didn't want to regret anything. Love was something she never lacked. Her parents more than anyone did just that. Lila had grown to give some type of love, as friends from different times, but they did. Fighting for each other before they knew anyone in this room. And then there was Five, or so she thought. The boy had convinced her that he was in love with her. After all they had gone through. But it seemed she was just a doorstopper, the meanwhile before he got to what he wanted. It hurt to know that she had grown to love him and all his family and flaws. The ruthless stone cold man, aggravated hated everyone. Maybe his act truly was that good, she believed on that night, that he did too return the feelings.

Just as time seemed to stop, as she was going to let go she heard it. Lila had even frozen, she had known the name but didn't use it out of respect. Gasping looking up, it had been decades since heard that name.

"Rhaenyra!" Five had called from his frozen feet in hopes that she heard him, "Don't give up please!"

Somehow it was comforting to hear that name after all those years. Fully standing she blasted the spear right back at Eight, except unfortunately for her, it pierced right through her.

Rhaenyra ran as much as she could, and caught her with her power to soften the landing, "How is this possible? I have all the power in the world you should've died."

Feeling the faint heartbeat, she knew it wasn't long, "A name holds more power than you think."

The blonde coughed, a little blood spouting out, "Rhaenyra, let's have a chat huh," she said and held out a hand and touched her forehead.

Soon thereafter they were no longer in the same place before she sat Eight along with a little boy in her lap.

"James meet a really good friend of mine," the blonde begins, "This is Rhaenyra."

The little boy smiles at her, "She looks like you Mommy," he says noticing the differences between the two. Purple hair, tattoos, and pale grey eyes.

Eight chuckles and nods, "That's because she is me from a different timeline," the woman explains.

Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel James heart beat familiar. Almost like Five's.

"Go on James I'll be with you in a second," Eight says and places the boy on the ground, he goes off and runs away into the thick magnolia trees, "I'm sure you're wondering, but he's Five's and I son."

"Where am I?" the purple-haired one asks, feeling nothing familiar at this plane of land.

Eight laughs, "You won't find any you know. This is the Void. The place you go when you die. Klaus would be able to explain it a little more."

Rhaenyra furrows her brows, "Wait you're saying I'm dead? Where's god?"

"You're not dead hun, just visiting, god is a little girl on a bike. Kinda a pain in the ass," Eight says scratching her head.

"Why are we here?"

Eight gets up from her chair, in this world she wore a loose white dress, "Because my dear, I'm dead. And Reginald has a bad case of leaving those close to him dead. Trust me on that," she says, and snorts, "Plus I can't leave you without your memories."

The purple-haired girl turned her head, "What—"

Before she could finish Eight had tapped the side of her head. The girl stumbles from how much she's missed.

Rhaenyra looked up at the woman, "Oh my god, I know the two of you. Five he hunted me down several times...You also did, you warned me," she realized but paused to look in her direction, "Wait but why were you trying to kill me out there?"

Eight sighed and crossed her arms, "Well I wasn't. It was Reginald who wanted to see you Crumble per se. He brought my body back with a cause basically. It was going to be you and me against the end. One of them would die. But before Reginald brought me back to life, as one does in making a deal with God, the girl," she paused to look somewhere.

"Anyway, that my memories would be intact. So I just had to get you here in the void to speak like equals. I won't lie to you, if it wasn't for Five's little heroic moment, you have died. And that's the end of it."

Rhaenyra frowned at the words, "Why'd you let me live? I had accepted my death."

Eight moved and held her hands, "It's not your time yet, mine was and was always to die at my father's hand. But I'm okay because I have my son. And you Five."

"But he's your husband?"

Eight waved a hand, "He was my husband. And I served my purpose of being with him when we both needed it. I was a flashlight for the darkness. This time you're his sun that shows him the world my love," she said and placed her hand on her shoulder, "We both can't exist in this world. You and I are the opposite sides of one coin. One must fall for one to rise."

"He chose you at the sight of you," the purple-haired girl said, remembering the hurt that went through her.

"Then make him regret it, because the chapter of him and I had been over the second I stepped foot in the 1960's. On that note there he is." The blonde reached out a hand for the curly-haired boy she had met a few days before.

"Hello sister, I've missed seeing you," Chris said and hugged tightly, "learning to use your powers was hell."

Eight laughed, "I'm sure it was, I'm glad time treated you well little brother."

Rhaenyra shook her head, "I'm confused why are you both here?"

Eight and Chris looked at each other and smiled, "To return what belongs to you," Eight said and placed her hand on Rhaenyra's chest, Chris on top of hers.

Their hands began glowing a distant hue of orange that sparkled with an occasional pinks.

"What are you doing? Eight?" she asked frantically.

Eight smiled, "It's a gift from me to you. Just take care of each other, okay?" were the final words from Eight Hargreeves.

All the while Eight and Rhaenyra were passed out, the rest of the Umbrellas/Sparrows. Nearly dying, until somehow Allison grew a heart for other than herself and saved the rest of them.

"Trust me," were her final words before pressing the bright red button.

The first thing she heard was the elevator ding, and from a distance cars and vehicles honking. All of them walked out and couldn't tell where they were.

She was the last to step out, as she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but utter a gasp. Was this the gift Eight meant? Did she give her sight? Something she kind of had but never to the extent of this. The colors of things never had felt more alive. The textures, movement, and architecture, were all new to her.

Lila laughs as they make out alive, "Cool," she says looking around at a true small park.

Fives walks forward to see the head statue of Reginald.

Viktor suddenly turns and sees Luther. Come out of the elevator, "Luther?" he says smiling.

The tall man looks over confused, "You can see me?" he asked surprised.

"Yes!" Viktor exclaimed bringing the man to a tight hug as he shouted happily that he was alive.

Rhaenyera smiled along as the rest cheering the man was well in the world of the living.

"Whoa that's not all big guy," he says motioning to his smaller frame.

Luther looks down and lets out a breathy laugh, "Whoa!" he motioned with his hand on his chest, "Oh shit! My body! Wait." he continues looking down his arm to see no hair, "I look amazing."

Everyone then started noticing new things about themselves, Five's arm, Diego's fingers.

"Wait I gotta show Sloane," he said looking back but confused when he didn't see her, "This is so cool. W-Wait. Where's Sloane?"

Klaus raised a hand, "Oh she was, uh...She was right being me—"

"When Allison hit the bloody button," Lila says.

Diego looks around, "She's gone too."

Klaus couldn't help but feel different, "you know, I don't know about you guys, but I have not felt this good in years." he said stumbling around the grass.

"Does anyone know where the hell we are?" Ben then asked.

At this Rhaenyra answered, "The hotel, or at least where it used to be," Her eyes settled on each one of them. Taking their features in.

"I think the old man did it, he reset the universe," Five then added.

Luther couldn't help but worry about his wife, "Sloane! Sloane!" he called out, "Hey, I don't care about my resets, all right? I want my wife back. Where is she, Five?" he said grabbing onto Five's jacket.

The young teen looked at him, "I'm glad you're alive, but take your hand off me."

Luther didn't listen and grabbed him with both his hands, "Not until you give me an answer."

"Okay, screw this," he said moving forward, but nothing happened. He looked back at his family, "Something's wrong."

"That's right. you're about to get your ass kicked." Luther said.

Diego smiled wildly, "Yeah, kick his ass," he says encouraging the fight.

Five looked back at Luther, "No you moron. My power. I can't blink."

Luther let him go, "Yeah right," he answered sarcastically.

The others all then tried to use their abilities remotely, but came empty-handed, "that's not good," Diego mumbled at the sight of a knife he twirled falling.

Rhaenyra looked down to look at her palm. Realizing maybe this is what they meant.

Everyone started going about their own lives.

Including the purple-haired girl, before a hand reached to her shoulder, "Where are you going?"

Her eyes landed on his, "To live my life once more," she said.

"I thought we would do that together?" Five asks.

The girl was furious, "Oh you thought? Did you even think when you chose Eight?"

Five frowned at the words, "She was my wife—"

"—Exactly! She was Five. Eight has been dead for a long time!" she paused to chuckle dryly, "Find me when you know what you want."

"Rheanyra! Wait!" he called following out of the small park.

Leaving nothing but the Reginald statue, their lives all waiting to become something new. Hopefully this time it'll stick.

Rhaenyra free at last. To do whatever she wanted, something she hadn't been able to do in decades.

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