#if i wrote something wrong please tell me english is not my fist language

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There's something i'm kinda curious about. Regardless of cultural greetings and nationality.

[flowerandblood]

The Pearl and the Sapphire (2)

[ modern! • Aemond x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sexual tension, anxiety, angst ]

[ description: As a representative of a large family-owned gemstone business, Aemond is attending a major jewellery event where jewellery makers from all over the world are exhibiting. One of them is the Baratheon family. Aemond is tasked with focusing on attracting new customers, but his attention is diverted by the youngest daughter of the eminent maker Borros Baratheon. Slow burn, bitchy, possessive and obsessive Aemond, lots of dark angst and sexual tension. ]

A story which is an alternative universe of The Impossbile Choice taking place in modern times. The characters are all the same as in the main series, however, for obvious reasons they will behave differently and experience things differently from medieval times. You can read this without having to delve into the main series.

Series moodboard: Aemond & Miss Baratheon

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Working on costumes for their family's show at Crystal EXPO was the only thing that kept her from sinking into her grief and sadness after Cregan told her he felt he wasn't ready for a serious relationship yet. Although they had been together officially for several months, he had apparently realised that he was still attracted to other women and didn't want to deny himself from adventures with them.

Cregan was a handsome, warm and open men, constantly making her laugh. She met him when he came to their house to pick up an order for his father's jewellery shop and stayed for dinner with them. They immediately caught a great connection, found each other on Facebook and frequently wrote to one another.

She experienced her first time with him.

He was affectionate and gentle, took his time and gave her a huge sense of comfort, for which she was grateful. Before he even entered her he brought her to orgasm with his tongue, wanting to make sure she was definitely well moistened, and then with slow, gentle movements he took her on her bed in her bedroom, kissing her face tenderly.

Cregan was always frank and direct; she felt safe with him. However, she could see that at some point something was off, that something was wrong. One day she plucked up the courage to finally ask him what was going on and that's when he told her.

"There is a woman in my work. There is chemistry between us, but I would never hurt you or humiliate you with betrayal. However, the way I feel when I look at her has made me realise that I don't think I'm suited to a relationship with one person." He said and covered his face with his hands, his voice breaking as if he was about to cry.

She felt a tightness in her throat and stomach as she looked at him, sitting next to him on the couch, her hands clenched into fists on her lap.

"I'm so sorry. I like and appreciate you so much, I'm so comfortable with you. But…but I think I'd rather end this before I hurt you, you deserve better. Forgive me." He said and broke into sobs.

She stroked his back, feeling strange with the fact that she was the one who had to comfort him. She swallowed with difficulty tears that ran down her face.

He begged her to remain friends, to keep writing to each other, to keep in touch, but she said she needed a break and that she understood him. That she was grateful to him for telling her before he did anything bad.

Still, she felt pain at the thought that she wasn't enough.

She wasn't enough for him to want only her.

She didn't show in front of him how badly she had broken down so as not to further deepen his remorse, however, as soon as he left she called Royce and started sobbing into the receiver. Royce had finished work at his father's workshop early to come to her and spent the night in her room, just sleeping next to her and stroking her head.

He couldn't put his feelings into words, but he was always there for her when she needed him.

When she suggested to her father that their show this year would be themed and that she would sew outfits in which they would present their jewellery pieces he was delighted and kissed her forehead, teasing her skin with his rough beard. Her sisters were also thrilled that they would be able to perform in beautiful costumes at such a prestigious festival tailor-made especially for them.

Thinking about the show, planning everything and sewing filled her days between college classes making her feel better and better.

Once every few days she would get a message from Cregan telling her about his day, each time announcing at the end that he hoped she was doing well and that he was thinking about her constantly. On the one hand, she was glad that he hadn't forgotten her; on the other hand, she found it even harder to understand why they had broken up in the first place.

Months flew through her fingers and she didn't even know when there was only a week left until the whole event. Everyone was excited and had gone there early to prepare their stand. Royce poked her on the shoulder as they arranged the ruby necklaces made by their father on display.

"Have some fun. Pick out some rich snob and spend a nice time with him." He said, and she looked at him with pity.

"I don't think that would make me feel any better." She said amused, a wide smile on her face.

If it had only been about the adventure, breaking up with Cregan wouldn't have hurt her so much.

Before the show itself, she began to feel stressed. She and her sister looked beautiful, on the backstage she was still tweaking their hairstyles and tightening their gowns to make them look their best. Cassandra looked at herself in the mirror, turning with satisfaction.

"Great job, sister. I look like Marie Antoinette!"

Filled with euphoria and adrenaline, she remembered little of it when she and Royce stepped out into the middle, the lights directed at them so that she couldn't see the faces of those sitting around her. Her older brother's presence and smile gave her courage, she just looked at him to avoid distraction.

They knew the dance routines by heart and both had an excellent sense of rhythm, so dancing with him was a pleasure. She was frightened when she turned around during one of the moves and a blue glow flashed before her eyes.

What was that?

She turned again, falling into Royce's embrace, and they continued on for a while until finally the music ended and they moved into their final position. There was thunderous applause all around them. Royce took her hand and pressed it to his lips, placing a respectful kiss on her skin.

"I think you sold us perfectly, sister." He said amused, and she laughed lightly at his words, stepping closer to the audience with him to bow.

"We'll see about that yet, I'm curious…" She said and froze, seeing out of the corner of her eye a men looking at her with a look as if he wanted to kill her, in his left eye socket a large, sparkling sapphire.

Who is this?

She pressed her lips together, unsure of what to do, and blinked, reminding herself that she'd broken off in the middle of a sentence.

"…I'm curious if our father liked it." She said smiling again, bowing along with him, her brother's only response was 'I'm sure he did.'

She breathed a sigh of relief afterwards, when they returned backstage her sisters hugged her saying that it was a great experience and that they should do something similar next year.

She was glad that although they didn't always agree, this time she had the support of her whole family. Her father approached her in tears of emotion, saying that his works of art had never looked more beautiful and the audience was delighted.

For the first time since her split with Cregan, she felt happiness and warmth filling her body.

She and Royce decided to stay in their costumes at the banquet, wanting to draw attention to their father and their products. Borros thought this was an excellent idea and they entered the hall as a trio.

Indeed, they were surrounded by various celebrities congratulating them on their idea and workmanship, asking who was responsible for their attires and expressing admiration when her father boasted that his own daughter had sewn them.

"This is my greatest jewel." He said curtly. She felt embarrassed and looked away, feeling her cheeks burning.

She cast a glance around the hall and spotted from afar the man who had been watching her so demonically during her dance. He was looking at her again, but in the lamplight he looked less dark than she had originally thought.

He was tall, his light hair slicked back, dressed in a black turtleneck, jacket and trousers that perfectly emphasised how well built he was. His artificial sapphire eye sparkled, his scar stretching across the entire left half of his face aroused her curiosity.

She thought he was very brave and clever creating an asset out of his wound and smiled in his direction, wanting to show him that his appearance did not scare her at all.

She saw him tighten his lips and avert his gaze immediately, taking a greedy sip of alcohol from his glass, a mature woman in a long, tight gold dress was saying something to him, but he did not seem to be listening to her.

She wondered if they were together, but the age difference between them was striking.

Perhaps it was his mother?

When she finally pulled off all the layers of her gown in the evening and changed into a Tshirt she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lighter. She got lots of messages on Instagram from people who found her after the show.

Once she had written them back she remembered the man she had seen during the dance and his disturbing fake sapphire eye. She asked her father at dinner if he knew who he was, and when he found out it was someone without an eye he said it was definitely Viserys Targaryen's son.

She knew that her father had turned down an offer from his grandfather to be their exclusive supplier. Her father, however, did not want to hear about it.

"They want to lock us in their golden cage, fill us with their paperwork and make us dependent. I'd rather be independent and pay more for the stones than let them put a collar on me." He told them then furiously, and none of them had the courage to contradict him.

She involuntarily typed the name 'Targaryen' into a google search to read a little more.

She knew that Viserys Targaryen was his father and one of the main directors of the company, but who was Aemond? She clicked on that suggestion and immediately knew she had hit on it. The first thing that popped up was a newspaper article, so she opened it right away.

She felt an unpleasant tightness in her stomach reading it all. She thought that if she read such things about herself in newspapers she would be horrified and heartbroken. The realisation that their own employees were reporting them to the press to make a bit of money on the side seemed horrible to her, let alone trying to maintain any privacy.

She thought she was not surprised to see no satisfaction or joy on his face, as he had no reason to be happy. He looked as if he was prepared to take a hit from either side, but only now did she understand why.

She thought she felt sorry for him.

The title 'One-eyed heir to a fortune' seemed cruel and mocking to her, as if the absence of his eye was the only thing that defined him as a man. She remembered the sapphire he wore and felt a kind of pride in the fact that he had turned his weakness into strength.

She thought she would like to get to know him.

To see what kind of man he was.

The opportunity came the next day. She was just choosing her tea at breakfast when she heard someone stand down beside her and place his cup under the coffee machine. She glanced involuntarily to the side and saw that Aemond Targaryen in the flesh was again looking at her as if he wanted to murder her. Her lips twitched in amusement, a smile appeared on her face.

"Good morning." She said softly, curious to see if he would answer her, dropping a bag of Earl Grey into her mug.

"Good morning." He replied after a moment, lowly, languidly, with some kind of tension, pressing the button for a double espresso in a reluctant manner, the machine rattled and liquid began to pour out of it.

She pressed her lips together, not knowing if she should say something or if he felt like talking. She poured two teaspoons of sugar into her cup, waiting for his machine to free up so she could pour herself some water, and glanced at him again.

She swallowed loudly when she saw that his gaze had moved from her mug to her face again, looking at her as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

She lowered her head, tightening her lips, not wanting to offend him, amused that for some reason she had apparently also piqued his interest, which he had been unable to verbally articulate in any way.

She saw that at her gesture he tensed all over and with a swift movement grabbed his cup, apparently wanting to leave. Her heart pounded harder and she looked behind him.

"Your sapphire eye. It's beautiful." She said, and only when it came out of her mouth did she realise how pathetic it sounded.

She wanted to use it to say how much she appreciated his bravery, but it sounded like she, like everyone else, was only paying attention to that one thing about his whole person.

She felt ashamed.

She placed her cup under the vending machine he was using, stepping closer, feeling her heart pounding hard. He didn't walk away, he stood looking at her, his gaze almost burning her.

"Who made these for you?" She added, pressing the button that caused hot water to start pouring into her mug. He was silent for a moment, but didn't move from his place.

"The Hightowers." He replied coolly and she looked at him again, his gaze full of tension, dark and indifferent, there was a vast, black void. She swallowed loudly at the thought, lowering her gaze and nodded.

"The jewellery you were wearing at the show. Will it be possible to see it up close?" He asked uncertainly, with difficulty, and she looked at him surprised, not expecting him to say anything else.

"Yes, of course. At our stand, they will be on display along with other works of my father and brother worn yesterday by me and my sisters." She said softly, and he furrowed his brow, as if something she said had puzzled him.

They both flinched and moved away with their mugs when a man apparently also wanting to make himself a coffee stopped behind them.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, his gaze still fixed on her, piercing and disturbing, making her shiver.

Why was he looking at her like that?

"See you later." She said lightly, and he merely nodded.

She moved towards the table where her family were sitting, feeling that her legs were as soft as cotton wool, her heart pounding in her chest like mad, her cheeks were all red from the effort that this exchange of words had turned out to be for her.

She glanced from the corner of her eye at the table where he was sitting, saw that he had said something to the woman sitting opposite him, the same one she had taken for his mother, his expression one of displeasure.

They were arguing about something.

She shuddered when she saw him get up suddenly and move to the exit, leaving the woman alone. She swallowed loudly when the woman turned her gaze on her, as if accusing her of something, and then took her things and left as well. She lowered her gaze to her tea and began to think hard.

What if they weren't family or co-workers?

She felt a squeeze in her heart at the thought of Cregan. She involuntarily grabbed her phone lying on the table and unlocked it only to see two new messages from him.

She pressed her lips together, feeling the pain, not knowing what to do. She knew that he wanted to continue their friendship, that in his own way he still loved her, but she felt tears under her eyelids.

She thought maybe it would have been better if he had left her alone, instead of tearing her wound over and over again whenever she thought it had had time to heal. She swallowed quietly and wrote him back quickly.

She locked and muted her phone, then set it aside so that she wasn't looking at the display. Royce looked at her anxiously, but didn't want to broach the subject in front of his father.

After they broke up Cregan was his number one enemy.

She managed to distract herself from her gloomy thoughts when they started working on the stand, they were attracting more interest than ever. Their show had been a huge success and she felt a burst of pride.

They had several ancillary rooms with illuminated tables. On one of them she laid out the jewellery she had worn the day before and other items in which sapphires had been used, to show them to Targaryen when he arrived, as promised.

After a couple of hours, when she had just finished talking to a customer, Royce approached her and grunted, a clear embarrassment on his face.

"Listen… young Targaryen wanted to talk to our father, but he said he didn't want to see him. He came with his grandfather. I don't know what to tell them, they just came here. Will you talk to him somehow? You have a talent for diplomatic refusal." He said, scratching his chin, and she laughed under her breath.

"I'll listen to what he has to say and then politely refuse him. If he say anything interesting, I'll pass it on to my father myself, maybe then he'll take it better." She said lightly and her brother nodded, patting her on the back and said he would replace her.

She stepped out from behind the counter and that's when she spotted him, standing in front of one of their shop windows, watching her vigilantly from the side.

"Come with me." She said softly and heard him move behind her with an unhurried step.

She led him into the dark room she had prepared for him earlier and made him realise that whatever he had to say to her father, he would have to pass it on to her first.

He looked at her from across the room like a predator, frowning his eyebrows, clearly not expecting this turn of events. She could see that he was thinking about something strenuously, saw his tongue involuntarily hit the inside wall of his cheek.

"We'll talk on my terms." He said coolly, and she tensed all over feeling that he was not happy with what he had just heard. She thought he was going to tell her that he wouldn't talk about business and such big contracts with a child.

"Tonight at 7 p.m. You, me, wine and a hotel restaurant."

She felt her lips part involuntarily, her heart stopping for a moment. She blinked, wanting to see something in his face that would tell her he was joking.

What?

She swallowed loudly feeling that she hadn't answered for too long, his gaze grew darker, he turned his face to the side, tightening his lips, impatient.

"I… yes, of course." She choked out finally, not knowing what else she could say. He looked at her again then.

"Mmm." It came out of his throat like a murmur, his lips curving for a second into what she could call a smirk of satisfaction. He turned and left without saying goodbye, closing the door behind him.

She was tired and sleepy after a full day on the stand; however, she also felt a strong rush of adrenaline at the thought that she was about to meet him. She opened the wardrobe in her hotel room, scratching her head, wondering strenuously what she should wear.

This wasn't a date, was it?

It was official meeting, but she wasn't prepared for such an occasion.

In the end her choice was a black suede fitted knee-length dress with a white collar and long sleeves, deciding it was the most elegant thing she had.

She decided to leave the blue ribbon in her hair, not wanting to look like she was going to a funeral, and took her pastel blue clutch bag with her, throwing her phone into it, not looking from the morning to see if she had received any messages.

She was afraid to look in there.

She walked down the stairs to the ground floor, heading for the hotel restaurant. She had no idea why but felt her legs shaking with stress. She turned up five minutes early and was pleased to find that he wasn't late either.

He was sitting at a two-person table arranged at the very end of the room, gazing out the window, his hand outstretched on the table moving restlessly. He was dressed in a black leather jacket, black Tshirt and black trousers.

She felt ashamed that she had dressed like a girl for the end of the school year, but it was too late to go back to change into something more lightweight. When she stopped in front of him he flinched suddenly and looked at her as if frightened. He stood up and they both looked at each other uncertainly, not knowing how they should greet each other.

She thought that she certainly couldn't embrace him, however, as a woman, she had to offer something else. She held out her hand to him and he swallowed loudly before shaking it, his hand was large and warm. She sat down opposite him, putting her clutch bag aside, smiling at him, trying to hide how stressed she was. She saw his gaze escape to the side, raised his hand and nodded towards the waiter.

After a moment a young men, not much older than her, approached them asking what they wanted to order. She was silent for a moment and then saw that Targaryen was looking at her expectantly, clearly wanting to hear what she wanted to drink. She leaned quickly over the card and glanced at him uncertainly.

"Red semi-sweet wine?" She asked more than stated, and he nodded.

"We'll have the whole bottle, please." He added, and she swallowed loudly, wondering how long this conversation was going to be and why.

Was he trying to tire her out and muddle her so that she would eventually succumb and accept his terms on behalf of her father?

She twisted uneasily in her seat at the thought, sensing that he was watching her closely and feeling like he could see her cheeks burning.

"Why did your father refuse to speak to me in person?" He asked abruptly. She looked up at him and grunted quietly, rubbing her palms against her knees in an attempt to calm herself.

She had no intention of lying to him.

"My father doesn't want to tie himself to you for a monopoly on supplies. He wants a free hand in this." She said, looking bravely into his face. His gaze was so intense that she felt a tightening in her pit. He tapped his finger on the table top involuntarily, as if he was thinking about something.

"It's a condition for such good prices. We can change them, but then the prices will also go up." He said coolly, and she pressed her lips together.

"That's why in his opinion it doesn't make sense. Why should he engage with you if at the end of the day you will offer him the same prices as the others, and you will be more demanding and restrict him more?" She asked and shuddered as the waiter placed a glass in front of her and then in front of him.

She fell silent as she waited patiently for the boy to pour them some wine and smiled as she saw his hands tremble, she thought he had worked here for a short time. She shuddered and moved away when a few drops fell on the tablecloth right next to her clutch bag, Targaryen gave him a warning look.

"I'm very, very sorry." The boy said, and she and he reached for a napkin, but she was quicker and applied it quickly to the stain, looking at him with a smile.

"Nothing happened, thank you very much." She said softly. He nodded and apologised a few more times before walking away, taking the dirty handkerchief from her.

She glanced at her companion, he was sitting leaning casually against the back of the chair watching her closely with the same gaze she had seen on their show.

"What do you mean by 'restricted'?" He alluded to her earlier statement as if something about it frustrated him. She swallowed loudly at the thought, wondering how to explain it to him so as not to offend him.

"My father values freedom of action. Also the choice of materials to work with. He now works with who he wants and decides for himself what is best for him. He fears that your company, with lawyers deliberating over every comma in the contract, will arrange it so as to influence his decisions as much as possible." She said finally, saw that he furrowed his brow at her words.

"You think we're going to try to trick your father?" He asked with a note of irritation, and she threw him an impatient look.

"Can I trust you?" She asked suddenly and saw that he froze, his lips slightly parted. He clenched his jaw and began to play with his fingers extended on the armrest.

Silence.

"What do you mean?" He asked cautiously, she could feel her heart pounding. She sighed quietly, not taking her eyes off him.

"I mean exactly what I asked. Can I trust you?" She repeated, looking at him pleadingly, simply wanting to hear that he meant well and understood what she was saying. His lips twitched impassively.

"No."

She looked at him and blinked rapidly, unable to believe he had said that.

No?

So what was the point of this conversation?

"You can't trust me, just as I can't trust you. You will protect your father's interests and I will protect mine. There is no friendship in business or holding hands in the sunset light." He said dryly and lowly, looking at her as if he thought she was out of her mind.

She furrowed her brow, feeling humiliation spread across her face, felt a burning sensation under her eyelids, but did not allow herself to show anything more.

"I didn't know that to trust someone you had to be able to be friends and hold hands. I thought it was enough to be a decent human being." She said in pain and for the first time she saw something twitch in his face, as if an electric current had passed through him, his hand clenched into a fist.

She reached for her glass and took a deep sip from it, feeling the dryness in her throat, her heart pounding like mad. She saw him turn his face away, running his hand over his chin, impatient, apparently trying to calm himself down internally. He, too, took his glass and took a deep sip from it, setting it down with a loud clink of glass.

"I'm not a decent person." He said finally, and she felt a tightening in her throat, as if he had slapped her.

Why did she feel around him like she did around Cregan when he broke up with her?

"Nevertheless, I have with me the terms and conditions of our company written down on paper, without paragraphs written in small print. You can look them over and determine whether you want to pass them on to your father or not." He said a little softer, biting his lower lip.

"We can't be together, I'm not ready, I want to have some fun. But we can be friends, I want to know what's going on with you, I miss you."

She felt tears running down her cheeks in embarrassment, her lower lip trembling involuntarily at the same feeling of humiliation.

She saw his healthy eye widen in shock, his lips parted. He swallowed loudly, looking at her in disbelief, and wanted to say something clearly, but they both flinched when her phone began to vibrate in her clutch bag.

She wiped her cheeks quickly, wondering what she had actually been doing, and with a trembling hand opened her purse, thinking it was her father or Royce looking for her. She felt a tightening in her stomach and turned pale when she saw that she had four new messages from Cregan and three missed calls from him, including one incoming.

The phone vibrated in her hand and she didn't know what to do, so she dismissed the call, slipping it quickly back into her bag. Targaryen looked at her as if he thought she was about to faint.

"… Are you all right?" He choked out finally, clearly horrified by her condition.

"No." She mumbled at the same time bursting out laughing, making an essentially pathetic mixture of it, grabbing the bottle standing next to her and pouring herself a full glass of wine, struggling to hold back the tears that were once again pushing their way into her eyes.

She drew in a loud breath and took a large sip, setting the glass down, looking at her hands, trying to calm herself.

She saw that he moved uncomfortably in his seat, swallowing loudly, his fingers rubbing together quickly in a sign of his anxiety. She looked at him surprised when, after a long moment, he suddenly leaned forward, took a bottle of wine from her side of the table and poured himself a full glass, as did she.

For a while they sat and drank in silence.

She felt embarrassment at the thought that she had taken it out on him for what Cregan was doing to her.

Whoever Aemond Targaryen was at least he did not lie and tried to be honest when she accused him of false intentions towards her father.

He had said nothing for which she had any right to condemn him.

She swallowed quietly at the thought and looked at him.

"I'm sorry. Thank you for your honesty. Can I have these documents?" She asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

He looked at her for a moment surprised, then nodded and reached for the folder lying next to him on the windowsill. He leaned towards her handing it to her.

She took it from him and saw that he had placed his elbows on the table, remained bent over, being closer to her. She smelled the scent of his perfume and aftershave, a pleasant, intense, masculine smell that made her head spin.

"Go over it calmly. You don't have to rush. My grandfather really cares about this and is willing to wait and read your version of the agreement if you want to present us with one." He said in a slightly softer, calmer tone, and she smiled gratefully at him and nodded.

"All right. Thank you." She said and squeezed her eyes shut as she heard her phone vibrate again.

She took it out and turned the sound off, putting it back in her purse. She saw that he was looking in that direction, involuntarily running his tongue over his lower lip.

"Someone doesn't understand the word 'no'?" He asked suddenly, and she looked at him surprised, not expecting him to dare ask anything private.

She could see that he too was surprised that the question had escaped his throat and swallowed loudly, waiting to see if she would answer him.

She lowered her gaze, embarrassed, not knowing how she would explain her situation without going into detail.

"In a way." She said finally, grabbing for her glass again, feeling that at the moment the one thing that could calm her down was alcohol.

"Mmm." Came out of his throat, he lowered his gaze for a moment, as if thoughtful. He reached for his glass and also took a sip of wine from it.

"Let's move to my room." He said suddenly, throwing her an intense, anxious look, and she felt a shiver pass through her.

Not a proposal, not a question.

A statement.

What was he planning?

She swallowed loudly.

What if he did something to her?

What if he hurt her?

It seemed to her that he saw all these questions on her face, because he pressed his lips together, playing with his glass in his hand.

"We can think together about what to answer to a man who won't let you alone." He suggested, lifting his gaze to her again, a challenge in his eye.

She swallowed loudly, playing nervously with her fingers resting in her lap, her heart pounding hard like crazy, the alcohol slowly humming in her head.

Have some fun, she heard her brother's voice in her head.

"All right."

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Misunderstanding. (A random prompt/scenario)

Before we get started, english is my SECOND language, I'm bad at creative descriptions, punctuations may be wrong, AND I made this in the middle of the night so it may not make sense or it's not rational. But it would be nice to give me you guys' opinions for me to improve and learn :)

F4M - Female (mc) for male (ml)

(MC) - Main character name

(ML) - Male lead/love interest name

Alright, LET'S GOOO

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"You would go to such lengths?"

I choke out the words with difficulty. My head hurts from crying. I don't think I can look at him the same anymore. Those sweet words he whispered when we were wrapped around each other's arms... were they just mere lies?

"What are you talking about?!" He asks furiously, slamming down his fist on the table. He doesn't seem to care about his surroundings at the moment. We're in our dining room, some of the servants standing by the corner to wait for any orders we- or simply he -give them.

I look at the servants and feel bad for them having to witness all this. I look at Mary, my most trusted servant and friend, gesturing for her to take the others out the room. She mutters something to the servants and thankfully, they left the dining room in a rush.

I show him a note that he gave to one of the maids. It wrote; "Please see me in the bedchamber tonight"

His handwriting disgusts me now. I heard from the maids that he was secretly calling in a maid to occupy our bed whenever I'm out to participate and help in the orphanage I give donations to. At first I did not believe it, until I saw the note inside our bedside drawer hidden in his jewelry box.

"Oh, (ML)! Explain this absurd note!"

His muscles tense at my loud accusation. He's looking at the doorway of the dining room then at me back and forth like he's thinking of a way to get out of this conversation. But he can't. He shouldn't. He has to face the consequences.

Once again, he doesn't answer. I speak again, my voice breaking, "You hate me that much? Then why? Why would you agree to marry me just because my parents said so? Why didn't you just run off with that woman you love ever so much?!"

The silence is suffocating and I feel ridiculous for being the only one who is talking in a room with the two of us. And it makes me sound like I'm in the wrong here.

"I don't..." He finally found his voice to speak. "I don't hate you..." He mutters as he let go of his spoon. He's looking down at his food, trying not to look me in the eye.

This makes me even more furious. He's always so hard to read that it irritates me. "Then tell me! Explain to me whatever it is on your mind! For God's sake, (ML)... Is it that hard?!" I shake my head in disbelief.

"I can't give you a child you want, (MC)." He says it so bluntly but he's still avoiding my gaze.

At that moment, my heart sinks in his words. I sit still, looking at him in shock. "What do you mean?"

"I cannot make a child with you. There's this... thing that's something wrong with me ever since I was born." He confessed, he looks so upset. He sighs before continuing, "I've been asking Sara, the maid, for help if there was any way I could do so. She said she used to be a doctor and I asked for her help."

I swallow a lump in my throat. I can't believe what I'm hearing. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I'm sorry, I can't make a child with you. But please, know that I would never hate you. I simply didn't marry you just for the sake of your parents. I love you, I really do. When I first laid eyes on you, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. It made me want to marry you right there and then."

I remember. We first met when my parents introduced me to him. He looked nervous before but I've seen his change of character. I wasn't interested at first but the more we got to know each other, the more I felt secure in his presence.

He stands up from his seat across the table and walks over to mine. He gets on his knees and takes my hands from my lap. He looks up at me as he continues his words, "I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea of the note, my love. I would never cheat on you. If you want, you could supervise me on everything." He's trying to tease me but at the same time, he's trying to reassure me. "It's alright if you want a man who can actually give you a chi-"

My breath hitches at the sight of his eyes welling up with tears. He gets cut off by me immediately sliding off my seat and I get on my knees too. I wrap my arms on his head and pressing his face on my chest. I stroke his head and kiss it. "I would never leave you because of such thing. You do know adopting is still an option, right?" I suggest.

He looks up at me from my chest and says, "I didn't think you'll...-"

"(ML)! What do you take me for?" I smack his head lightly and chuckle it off. "Pish posh, finish your food."

He chuckles too before giving me a peck on the lips and he smiles softly at me. "I love you so much that the stars can't even align how much."

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(part 1) (part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 1: Genius Little Ladybug

★—–—–†–—–—★

It all started when Sabine Cheng and her parents moved from China to America, where she met a rich boy named Tony, they weren't the best of friends at first, but they would always get into crazy shenanigans because of Tony. Sabine always finding a way to get them out of it. After a while they were practically inseparable, they had each others backs, both in the good times, and the bad.

So when Tony lost both his mother and father in a tragic car accident, and had to take over his parents company, she was there to try and ease the pain. It helped a little, but the boy changed and blocked out many people, only keeping a select few close to him. His personality changed, and he started to act differently, it saddened Sabine, but she knew it was his way of coping with his lose.

She would oftentimes find him crying silently in his office. When Tony opened a branch in Paris France, he was paranoid something would go wrong when he wasn't there, so he had Sabine become a sort of co-CEO for the Paris branch. Over the many years of her being a sibling-in-everything-but-blood to Tony, her intelligence was much higher than everyone in the company, other than said boy.

She moved to Paris not long after, always keeping an eye on both the Paris branch and Tony ( because god knows what would happen if she didn't do so). She even met a baker named Tom Dupain. Eventually dating, and marrying him. Tony wasn't the most eager when he heard of Tom, but he accepted him as family (not because if he didn't Sabine would knock some sense into him). He practically exploded with excitement when he heard we would be an uncle a few years after Sabine's wedding.

Tony was there in the waiting room with Tom, when Sabine was having the child ( Tony denies not having a mini heart attack when the nurse came in). Both men looked at the beautiful child through the glass. Tony was put to tears when he read her name "Maria Dupain-Cheng" and was comforted by a teary Tom.

When Maria was 9 months old, her Uncle Tony came to spend time with her, and talk business with Sabine. None of them expected Maria to crawl her way into their conversation and say "Uncle Tony" in the sweetest most adorable laugh both adults had ever heard. Tony had a massive grin on his face, and gave Maria a big hug and lots of kisses saying " I knew i was your favorite hahaha, and you're only 9 months old. Sabine I think we got a little genius on our hands." Sabine was just as happy and told Tom to hurry and grab the camera.

"Come on say it one more time my dear Maria, show your papa who your favorite adult is" Tony said with a very wide grin.

Maria giggled at her uncle's happiness, clapping her hands. "Uncle Tony, Uncle Tony" Tom just smiled giving his baby girl a kiss and handing Tony 10 Euros.

Tony continued to visit his little genius niece over the years. Maria ended up getting the best education a kid could get, becuase his logic was " If she is a genius (which she is) then she is going to have the best education money can buy, for nothing is to much for my Little Genius Maria!" and with that she could officially be called the smartest kid in all of Paris... heck probably in all of Europe even! So when she gained a passion for fashion at 4, Tony didn't hesitate to get her, her very first (kid friendly) sewing set. By the time Maria was 5 she already knew how to speak and write in French, English, Spanish, Russian, and is learning Mandarin.

Maria had met Chloé when they were both 6, although they weren't really friends, they were polite to each other, which surprised a lot of the other kids their age. She had met Alix a few months later. She spent a lot of the time she wasn't studying with her friends, Alix would get in trouble with another kid on the playground, Chloé would criticise the other kid, and Maria would talk to Alix and then apologize to the other kid. Overall, they had a good dynamic going on, and they (as 7 year olds) promised to always have each others backs to the very end.

When Maria was 3½ months away from her 9th birthday, Tony was kidnapped. Maria just broke down, she wanted to help her Uncle, but she didn't know where he was or how she could help if she did. For three months Maria would only speak to Chloé and Alix (they were kinda shocked to find out she was related to THE Tony Stark). A few days before her birthday, Tony came to their home, with rolls of fabric, flowers, and 'I'm sorry cards'. Maria jumped into his arms crying asking what happened, and "If you're the smartest man on the Earth, why the Heck did it take you so long? How did you get out? Are any of your vital organs hurts? Do you need to go to the Hospital? An-"

"Hey slow down My Little Genius Maria, I'm ok. 1, They didn't really give me much to work with at first, and there is only so much a genius like myself can do with so little resources, and time before your Birthday. 2, I made an anime mecha suit and flew out guns a blazing. 3, Nothing I can't live without. and 4, No because I'm spending the week with you lot before a conference I have in about 10 days." He said while holding his small little genius  in his arms.

Wiping away the tears she looked her Uncle in the eyes "Wait, you 'made an anime mecha suit and flew out guns a blazing?' How does it work? what's its power source? And why do you have a weird glowing device in your chest?!" He had a lot of explaining to do.

That week, in her words was 'The best week of her life.' She was really happy for the first time since the Tony-napping happened, although she was sad he had to go, she knew  he was safe, and that she didn't have to worry (as much) now.

When Maria was 13, both Tony and Sabine decided to have her go to public school with her friends. After hearing this Maria called for a meeting, her two commanders (Alix and Chloé) came for the meeting, and had a talk on how she should go about her first day of public school, asking questions like 'How do non-homeschooled kids act? What are their personalities like? What interests do they have? Are some barbaric like Alix is sometimes? Will they like me? Am I allowed to talk to Chloé in or only out of class? What are the seating arrangements? Who do I sit next to?' the list goes on. They were all excited to finally all be in the same study environment, now all they had to do was wait for their first day.

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

The night before her first day Maria may or may not have slept well due to her excitement, she woke up a little later than she ever would have preferred, getting breakfast, her clothes, the 'greeting sweets' (as Alix called them) and heading out in a slight panic.

On her way out she noticed an elderly man with a cain crossing the street, and a car coming a little faster than what was allowed, she pulled the man out of the cars way without losing any of the sweets, after making sure the man was ok, she gave him a sweet before saying good day and heading over to school. She never noticed the man walking away without the use of his cain.

She still got to class on time, when her teacher walked in she greeted everyone in the class "Bonjour, je m'appelle Maria Dupain-Cheng, c'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer! (Hello, my name in Maria Dupain-Cheng, it is a pleasure to meet you!)" after the introductions she sat down in the empty seat next to Alix, both giving a fist bump, and a smile to Chloé, who looked away as if she didn't care (the girl had an image to keep after all). When class was over she handed out the sweets and went with her friends to lunch. During lunch, one of the other students from a different class was mocking one of their classmates that Maria remembered as Ivan, for having a crush on Mylène and not saying how he really feels to her. Ivan ran off into one of the locker rooms, and Maria decided to go and comfort him, she explained that she overheard what happened and that he should try and tell Mylène about his feelings, listing many different things he could do or say, and that he should stay positive.

Ivan thanked Maria afterwards and went off to write a song for Mylène. Ivan later showed Mylène the song he wrote for her, but was teased by other students near them, Ivan ran away not wanting to be embarrassed more.

Back in the classroom Alix and Maria are sitting and talking when everyone hears crashing and screams outside, the class looked out to see a giant rock thing destroying everything  on its way to the school. The teachers sent the kids home in an attempt to keep them safe.

When Maria got home she noticed a small box with writing she didn't recognize, she carefully opened it, instantly releasing a glow of bright red-ish pink light.

"Greetings Maria Dupain-Cheng, I am Tikki, the Ladybug Kwami of creation and good Luck, it is a pleasure to meet you." Maria couldn't believe her eyes "Mon dieu..." was all she could say, before going full interrogation mode "You're a Kwami? What is that? How are you floating like that? How am I able to understand you? Do you have some sort of ability to communicate in any language?How did you fit in this box? w-"

"There is no time, Paris needs you! I can only explain the powers I grant and how to use them, so please listen carefully."

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

Soon Maria was running in a red suit with black spots and amor. She ended up facing the 'akuma' as Tikki called it in a stadium, meeting her partner (a blonde furry she decided) for the first time.

"Bonjour m'lady, so what's the plan to take this thing down?"

Without hesitation she explained her plan " The plan is for you to have your Cataclysm ready, I'll give you a signal when it's your-"

"Cataclysm!"  The boy proceeded to use his ONE attack on a GOAL POST!

"I said to wait for a SIGNAL! Now you only have five minutes before you power-off."

"Oops" The blonde was really wasting her more useful braincells. After the boy was thrown out of the stadium, Maria was left to fend for herself, and she did really well, considering this was her first non(but sort of) official villain fight, up until she lost her footing and was knocked into the side of the stadium. The akuma was gone before she could get back, more and more people were turned to stone, but it showed just where Stoneheart was heading.

She arrived at the Eiffel Tower, where blonde was fighting stone people, he just managed to get away and actually listened to the plan this time.

They defeated Stoneheart, Maria gave her speech to the villain, and did a fist bump (though at this point Maria just wanted to get some sleep), when a reporter came to interview them.

"What are your names, and where did you come from?"

"My name's Chat Noir an-"

"Ladybug, and we're hear to protect Paris from Moth-Man, as much as we would love to give you a bit more details, we don't have much time at the moment" right on que their Miraculous' beeped signalling they had 2 minutes left " Stay safe, and positive, Bug-Out. "

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

"Well done Maria!"

"Thanks Tikki." and with that Maria went downstairs to get something to eat, when she saw her parents watching the news.

"Earlier today Paris gained a villain and two heroes: Ladybug, and Chat Noir. Many of our viewers submitted pictures and videos, but only one of Ladybug came out clear."

"Thank you Ladybug and Chat Noir for protecting us, bonne journée à Paris."

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

"Maria you're taking self-defense classes starting tomorrow" Sabine spoke, though Maria didn't have any complaints, plus it'll help when fighting akumas so it's a win win.

"Yes maman."

•~~~~~later in Maria's room~~~~~•

"Ok, so you're basically goddess of creation personified into a cute little Ladybug creature?"

"Kwami, but yes."

"And you've existed since basically the Big Bang?"

"Correct."

"... how are you able to float like that? How are we able to talk without any ancient god language in the way? And what other kinds of um kwamis are there?"

"I float with magic. Yes their is a language only for the Kwami, but we've learned every other language in existence, so there would never be an issue with communication. And to your last question, there are many different kinds of Miraculi all over the world, some even across the universe, so I am unable to list every single one in existence, but there are just as many Miraculi out there as there are starts in the sky."

"Impressive... does that mean I could learn magic?"

"As a human you are limited to what you can do with magic, but you have a strong creation soul. So yes it is possible for you to learn basic magic, I can teach you some life magic to help you heal quicker if you get hurt outside the suit. You can also learn other types of basic magic based on what Miraculous you are most aligned to. Surprisingly you have a close affinity to most of my brothers and sisters that are here in Paris."

"Are they in the hands of other Miraculous users?"

"... aside from Chat Noir, only two: one belongs to the Guardian, and the other to Hawkmoth."

"What are their names?"

"...Wayzz is Kwami of Protection, and is the partner of the Guardian. The other is Nooroo Kwami of Transmission, Hawkmoths Kwami.

"Ok, so then I assume the 'Guardian' is who you were with until now, right?"

"That is correct."

"And how was I chosen exactly?"

"The Guardian chose you because he saw your kindness in action, and sensed your strong Creation Soul, he has only ever been wrong once, but I can tell you will be a great Ladybug, maybe even one of the few who achieved a higher sence of life."

"... I feel like you kind of described a Sage, also how would he have seen an act of kindness, I mean, I got my things, went out helped an older man with a cain, wait."Maria squinted her eyes at Tikki as if looking for something.

"The elderly man's the Guardian isn't he?"

"..."

"I get it, you don't have to tell me, it's all apart of the 'plot' like some show, I get it. Welp, good night Tikki, have to get up early tomorrow."

"Good night Maria." Tikki never messed up so badly before, then again she never had a user with such a strong Creation Soul before either... Maria is something special.

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

And Tikki was right, she excelled at Life Magic, learning a fair bit of healing, luck and slight plant manipulation and communication magic. Tikki wasn't sure if she should be proud of her Bug, or scared at her fast learning skills.

A few weeks passed and Maria was thankful for the self-defense classes, she even started doing her own training routine with Tikki guiding her. She didn't like that her partner was a flirt, it got distracting and almost got Chat killed a few times. She often wondered 'what the hell did I do in my past life to get a partner like this?'

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

Tony Stark was called by Sabine to meet her earlier than they had planned, she informed him that Paris now has a villain and two heroes.

"Ok, so what's the problem? We agreed to put Maria in self-defense classes so she would be safe... is it a boy?! Don't tell me it's a boy, she's to young to be dating!"

"It's not about a boy."

"Then what is this about?"

"She's Ladybug, *sigh* I swear she gets it from you Tony. She learned it from your dumb@ss, and it didn't help the need to protect people she loves when you got kidnapped. I need you to teach her how to be a good hero, good combat strategist, and to give her your support. She already has a tactical mind, I'm proud in a way that she shares your bravery."

"Ffffffffudge... ok, where is she?"

"Upstairs."

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

After a slightly awkward conversation Maria started to get even more training, and became a pretty much badass on the field, she incorporated the known fighting styles of: Black Widow (her favorite hero), Captain America, Deadpool (favorite hero to some degree), Daredevil, Wolverine, and some moves from famous villains like, Kraven The Hunter, Red Skull, Doctor Doom, Scorpion, Shocker, and Taskmaster ( her favorite villain). And she used ALL of those skills in battle, it was damn impressive to watch, and then Sabine had a talk with Tony.

〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜Bonus〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

"Ok Tony wtf? I asked you to teach her how to fight for protection when she's out there, But you turned her into a complete badass, I mean none of the akumas have lasted more than 10 minutes with her! I want to hug you and kick your @ss at the same time."

" Sorry not sorry Sabine, but she is our Genius Little Ladybug after all."

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[calidore]

If I win, I get to keep this

characters: Haitani Ran

disclaimers: this is a repost of a POV i wrote for a haitani playlist, but i can't find the playlist anymore

the good old "english is not my first language" disclaimer, so please let me know if there are mistakes

i haven’t written a fanfic in a while; it’s pretty suggestive, but there's no smut

female character, y/n is a captain in toman

she’s also a striptease dancer at a nightclub close to roppongi

edit: i found the playlist if you wanna listen to it 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftYB__ZgrHM&lc=Ugwqt2-Phk7dEx5_RCJ4AaABAg.9SvS_uV676i9X17bcITkv4&ab_channel=Tako

You ended your shift at the club pretty early due to a call you received from your vice leader telling you to show up for an urgent meeting. What was so urgent at 2am that could wait until the sunrise, you didn’t know, but that urgent thing led to you walking alone at night. You hear footsteps behind you, so you speed up, hoping they will leave you alone. All your hopes disappeared once you remembered that an enemy is after you. Beating them up wouldn’t be a problem if your outfit wasn’t so revealing and uncomfortable.

Distracted by those thoughts, you don’t realise you took a wrong turn and ended up in Roppongi - a territory ruled by the Haitani brothers. You curse everybody in your head and continue your walk, trying to hide in the shadows and not be seen by the brothers or anyone who knows them.

“Got lost, babygirl? Maybe I can help you.” You hear an unknown voice and try to stop yourself before punching the asshole and possibly get yourself in more trouble. 

You ignore him and continue walking, but someone grabs you by your wrist and stops you.

“Didn’t you hear me?” The man is now yelling at you, but you just look at him, unbothered. “Listen here, you little bit…” 

“That’s not how you talk to a lady.” There was only one person you know who speaks with such a cooky and teasing tone and that’s the older Haitani brother - Ran. The other man let go of your wrist.

You turn your head and see the tall man right behind you, playing with his braids using his baton. You have to raise your head to be able to look at his face, something you hated, which he could probably tell because he smirked at you.

“So?” Ran asked, leaning forward so his face is at the same level as yours.. “What brings you here?” You can’t tell if he’s actually curious about why you are there or if he recognised you and is now planning on getting his payback. Before you could answer him, the group that was following you finally caught up and started yelling after you.

“Y/n! Why did you leave so early? I was having so much fun.” The one yelling was the leader of the enemy gang. You almost chopped off his balls because he kept hitting on you, even tough you told him to fuck off several times.

 Ran straightened his back, now looking at the one yelling after you with a disgusted face. The leader came closer to you two.

“We are not here to cause you trouble,” he told Ran. He was scared of the Haitani brothers, but fair enough, everyone was at least intimidated by them. “We are here for…”

“Her?” Haitani finished his sentence, pointing at you using his baton. “You can take her.”

You look at him in disbelief. The Haitani brothers were known for being ruthless and beating the shit out of those they were fighting, but they weren’t known for being inappropriate with women, like many other delinquents were. The man smirked at you, coming closer, but being stopped by Ran’s baton hitting his face. The man screamed in pain, while Rindou laughed, proud of his brother’s action.

“You should go while you still can,” Ran said, then looked at his brother who was waiting to break some bones. He turned around, wanting to leave. The injured man took advantage of that, so clenched his fist, ready to fight back. You punch him in the face, close to where Ran hit him first, then hit him between his legs. He kneeled down and everyone was looking at you shocked. You kick him in the face again and press your foot on his penis.

“Next time I’ll make sure to cut off your entire penis, not just your balls.” You take your foot off of him, turn around and leave.

“Don’t leave trash on our streets!” You hear Ran shouting behind you.

“I’ll leave it to you. You looked bored anyway.” 

A small smile appeared on his face, but you didn’t get to see it.

~a few nights after~

You were moving on the beats of your favourite song, dancing seductively to no one in particular. You were only able to see the hands and the money of your clients. After the song ended, you were in a position that allowed you to easily see who was at the bar and, to your surprise, two faces caught your attention - the Haitani brothers. 

Ran was enjoying his drink while staring at you. His hair was unbraided and he was wearing a suit with a tie. You always considered Ran an attractive man and by the way he was talking and acting you also knew he would be an interesting challenge in bed, so you decided to tease him a little bit.

When the next song started you focused your attention on him. You came closer to him, keeping your eyes on him. When you are in front of him, you get down, then you slowly get up, making sure to keep your face close to his body, your lips almost touching when you reach his face. You turn around and sit on his lap. You take both his hands and move them all over your upper body, squeezing your boobs. Your ass was moving on his member and you could feel him getting hard. You turn around to face him, still sitting on his lap. You loosen his tie, unbutton his shirt and start kissing his neck. You lightly bite his neck, until you stop on a spot and start sucking it, leaving a mark. His hands are on your back, looking for the clasps of your bra. Before you realise what he is doing, he unclasps your bra and you stop biting his neck. You get up, not looking at him, take off your bra and throw it in his face. You leave as fast as you can, regretting your little game. You have never done this kind of thing with any of the guys who come to your club.

Once you get to your room, you take something to cover yourself, but right after that you hear a knock. You already know who it is, but you let him in anyway.

“I would rather return such a thing after a night at my house,” he said showing your bra, “but I guess this is good too.” 

Both of you stayed silent for a while, looking at each other. You can feel heat growing between your legs and you slightly rub your thighs to try and make it disappear. But Ran notices that grins at you. You go closer to him and pin him against the door, kissing him roughly. He pushes you away, surprised by your dominance.

“That’s not how we are gonna do it.”

“Will see about that.” 

Neither of you was going to give up his dominance.

“It’s not like you could keep up anyway.” You said that with confidence, but you knew that there was a high chance that you are the one who will give up first.

Ran’s smile grew wider.

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” He said, kissing you and slipping his hand in your underwear. “And if I win,” he was slowly massaging your clit, “I get to keep this,” he showed your bra, “and this,” he took the hem of your underwear and slapped you with it.

[lia-bones]

The night when everything collapses

Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: It is a full moon night. Remus was gone as always. (Y/N) was alone until she received an unexpected visitor who brought terrible news.

Warnings: Angst, Angst, Angst, Swear words, injuries, dead, murder, tears and grief.

Words: 2154

Author note: I am so sorry. So sorry. Why do I always write angst stories? It was so difficult for me to write that. It always depressed me so much. I wrote it over several days because I always needed a break from the grief.

(English is not my main language. I apologize for all misspellings, grammatical errors, and translation errors.)

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It was a restless night. The wind rattled the windows and the moon cast dark shadows in the room. It was pouring, so that large puddles formed on the ground.

The sky was deep black, only now and then the full moon shine through the gaps in the cloud cover. Nobody would be on their feet voluntarily on nights like this. (Y/N) would now prefer to be in her bed, cuddling with her boyfriend, under a thick blanket.

On other nights that wouldn't be a problem at all. But on nights like this it wasn't. Not because of the rain or the storm, but because of the lunar circle. Her boyfriend couldn't be with her on full moon nights, and she couldn't be with him. He would never let that happen. He was infected with lycanthropy as a child. Since then he turned into a werewolf every full moon. Just like today. Usually his friends would be with him but they were all busy.

James was with his wife and one year old son and Sirius and Peter were on missions for the Order. So Remus spent that night alone. But she would wait for him. Just like she always did.

(Y/N) was mixing batter for brownies when there was a knock on the door. Confused, she looked out the window. The moon was still in the sky, so there was no chance Remus would be back. Maybe it was Lily who just wanted to sleep for a few hours without being woken up by Baby Harry. The poor boy was just getting his first teeth and screamed terribly at night.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. No need to rush." she called when there was another knock on the door. This time louder.

She wiped off her hands with a towel and then hurried across the living room to the door.

She held her wand tightly in her hand as she opened the door, ready just in case.

Whoever stood in front of her house made the young woman pause.

Her former Hogwarts teacher, professor mcgonagall, was standing in the open doorway with an expression on her face that made (Y/N)'s hair stand up.

"Miss (Y/L/N). May I come in. I've got news that I can't deliver out here.

The younger woman nodded a little confused and took a few steps to the side to make room for her teacher to enter.

Both women stood facing each other in silence. (Y/N) kneaded her hands and looked at the floor. The behavior of the normally so composed woman, scared her a little.

The older woman looked nervous, her eyes were red and she was breathing hard.

"P .. Professor? ...what is it that you have to tell me?"

The mood in the room was tense. McGonagall didn't look at her at first.

The feeling that something was wrong spread through every fiber of (Y/N) body.

And now that the eyes of the two women met, she noticed that tears were running down the teacher's slightly wrinkled cheeks.

"I have bad news (Y/N). Terrible things have happened."

(Y/N) bit her lip and started breathing hard. She opened her eyes wide and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

Her mouth go completely dry and she was terrified of what McGonagall was about to tell her.

"Voldemort attacked the Potters. Lily and James ... they ... they are dead."

The statement came in a whisper.

(Y/N) suddenly couldn't breathe. As if all the air had left the room. Tears ran down her cheeks, which had turned a deep red from the lack of air. Her lip had started bleeding from biting too hard.

It couldn't be. What her teacher just told her couldn't be. Lily and James couldn't be dead, she had seen them yesterday.

"Kinds of Miss (Y / L / N). You have to take a deep breath." McGonagall said, placing both hands on the younger woman's shoulders. (Y/N) looked at her with a panicked expression and stammered: "No. No, no, no, no, no. This can not be true. Please, please tell me this is not true. They can't be dead. YThey have to live ... they ... " The older woman cut her off by patting her lightly on the shoulder.

"I wish I was lying. Unfortunately, it's the truth. They were found dead in ther house an hour ago."

(Y/N) Face color went from deep red to pale.

So pale that you could see the blue veins on her neck and face shimmering through the skin. She felt as if someone had kicked her head. McGonagall wasn't lying. Why should she lie about something like that? Two of her best friends were, in deed, dead. She would never see them again. James and Lily, who had just started a family, were no longer with them.

And then it came to (Y/N) mind. The Potter family. James, Lily and Harry. McGonagall hadn't said anything about Harry. What's about Harry?

"What about Harry? Is Harry alive? You didn't say Harry was dead! That means he's alive, right? Or? You bring him here ,right? " she exclaimed furiously and grabbed the woman opposite by the upper arms.

McGonagall released her grip, but still held her hands tightly. A sad smile formed on her face that did not reach her eyes and slowly shook her head.

(Y/N) jerked her hands back and her mouth fell open.

McGonagall pulled her lips in and didn't meet her eyes.

"Yes. Harry is alive. He is fine. He only has a cut on his forehead. But we're not going to bring him here. Dumbledore has decided that Harry will be taken to the Dursley's. Harry is probably safest there, he says. Voldemort may be gone, but you never know what his followers are up to. Nobody will suspect him there. Away from the magic world, with the Muggles." explained Minerva matter-of-factly and folded her arms in front of her body.

(Y/N) was speechless for a moment. The old man couldn't mean that seriously.

"To the Dursleys? Really? That can't be serious! We are his family. He had it better with us than with them. They don't love him. They don't care. Who knows what they're doing to him!" She pleaded and gestured with her arms. The woman opposite took a few steps backwards and looked at the floor in shame.

"You are his family too. They are blood relatives. He's safer with them."

(Y/N) tensed her jaw and bit her cheek until she tasted the metallic taste of blood.

They couldn't mean that seriously. These people had never been interested in Harry before. Harry would be safe with them too.

"Such a crap. He belongs here. To me, Remus and Sirius ... we are ... "

Again she was interrupted by McGonagall, who drew in a sharp breath when she called Sirius' name.

(Y/N) closed her mouth and looked at her inquiringly.

"There's other bad news that I have to deliver. Sirius Black was brought to Azkaban some time ago by the Aurors, which he will never leave again. He was convicted of murdering numerous Muggles and Peter Pettigrew in cold blood.He betrayed us."

(Y/N) slumped. Her knees hit the floor and her hands caught her torso. She felt as if she was about to throw up, but she could only choke dryly.

McGonagall was about to take a few steps towards her again to comfort the young woman when she suddenly hit the floor with her fists and let out a desperate scream.

"FUCKING BULLSHIT. YOU LIE TO ME! THAT CANNOT BE TRUE. FUCKING LIED DIRT SHIT!"

McGonagall stared down at her with wide eyes and made a wry face.

"No Miss (Y/L/N). I'm so sorry. But there is nothing to be done about it."

(Y/N) gasped in response.

"I'll meet Dumbledore in a moment to hand Harry over to his aunt and uncle. Have a seat and calm down, please. Harry will be fine and as soon as he gets to Hogwarts you can see him again. Please, (Y/N). There is nothing we can do now. Calm down, we will send you more information soon.

I ask you to pass the latest events on to Remus as soon as he gets back. I think you can tell him the best. Be there for one another in these difficult time."

The older teacher put a hand on her head for a moment to comfort her and then turned away and left the house.

(Y/N) was left alone.

she sat on the floor and felt her whole body wrapped in cold. The horrible realization that she had lost three of her best friends that night ate into her bones. The lights in the whole house flickered and she felt the magic going crazy inside her. She screamed from the top of her lungs and at that moment several glasses cracked in the club.

She curled up on the floor like a fetus and hugged her legs. The tears furrowed her cheeks and there was a lump the size of a quoffel in her throat.

It hurt so much. Everything hurt so much. It was like her skin was on fire, her bones break like matches and her inside, felt like she'd swallowed acid.

Crying didn't feel like enough for (Y/N), the emotions in her just had to get out.

She pulled herself up and walked into the kitchen on shaky legs.

Her baking ingredients were on the counter as she had left them. She clawed her hands in the sideboard and blinked to get a clear view again.

"Fuck, Shit, damn it!"

With a quick arm movement, she ripped everything off the kitchen counter. Flour, milk and eggs were scattered on the floor and on the walls, with broken glass from the dough bowl in between.

With a heartbreaking sob, (Y/N) fell into the mess.

She lay down on the site and with her arms pulled her legs to her chest as tightly as she could. Splinters pecked her face, but she made no move to change that. At least, the sting reminded her that she was still there and hadn't just dissolved.

Hours passed like seconds and before she even realized it, the door opened and heavy steps shuffled through the house.

"(Y/N), dear. I'm home. Are you awake?" Remus called in a limp voice looking for his girlfriend.

She heard how he came closer, how the footsteps got louder and louder. But she couldn't move, couldn't answer him.

'How am I supposed to tell him? How am I supposed to tell him that his whole family is dead? ' she thought and screwed up her eyes more tightly.

"Hey (Y/N/N), what about the glasses ..." Remus asked as he entered the kitchen, but stopped when he saw his girlfriend lying on the floor.

"Fuck! (Y/N)! Fuck! what the fuck happened?" he exclaimed excitedly, hurried across the kitchen and fell on his knees next to his girlfriend.

Carefully he stroked her cheek and held her hand with the other.

She blinked and looked up at him. His face was pale gray and there were a few new scratches on his face.

She sucked in air through clenched teeth and let it out with a sob.

"(Y/N). Hey love, what happened? Please talk with me." her boyfriend whispered, leaning further down to her.

She sat up and leaned her back against the wall. For a moment she could only stare at him. How was she supposed to tell him something that she knew would hurt him immeasurably?

Just as he opened his mouth again to say something, she said in a scratchy voice: "Something bad has happened."

Confused, he drew his eyebrows together and brushed the last glass of residue off her cheek.

She opened her mouth again to continue speaking, but only brought out a hoarse croak.

She couldn't look at him. We didn't want to see the pain in his eyes when she was about to ram a Methaforic knife into his chest.

"Hey look at me. It won't be that bad. Everything will be fine."

She looked back at him and instantly tears began to gather in her eyes again.

'No. It was worse. Much worse.'

"Remus, sit down." she whispered and took his hands as he did as he was told.

Her throat went dry and she started shaking all over.

"I do not know how I should begin. I don't want to say it. That would only make it more real...."

[itsunclebucky]

From Out of Nowhere [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Bucky helps you move into your new apartment and stays a couple of nights, realizing you love his company more than you thought. Prompt: Friends to lovers AU for @simsadventures​ 1k writing challenge! Thank you, my love, for having me back!!!

Warning(s): Slow Burn, fluff, mutual pining, implied smut near the end (with spooning but nothing really explicit)

Word Count: 2,386

A/N: I just want to apologize for any grammar mistakes! English isn't my first language and I did use a thesaurus but I still might have used words incorrectly and I'm sorry about that! I was also watching the witcher as I wrote this :) feedback is greatly appreciated! Please don't repost my work to any other site (Wattpad, ao3, etc) without permission, reblogs are greatly appreciated though! I'm also really sorry for the slow burn but I wanted to include everything and not rush it.

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Your ringtone resounded out into the empty room as you finished taping up the last box of your possessions and piling it on top of the others. You walked over to the windowsill where your phone was perched and smiled down at the name of the person calling you.

"Hey, Buck!" Your voice echoed around the once loved - now hollow bedroom.

"Hey Y/N! I'm outside and I'll be up in a sec." It was early morning and by the sound of his hoarse voice, Bucky had not long woken up.

"Great! Thanks for this Buck!" You sigh as you end the call, looking out into the city for the last time. You would miss this cozy apartment, it's been your home for the past six years but now the time has come for a brand new fresh start, a new chapter in your life. You could no longer afford the apartment since your landlord raised your rent considerably higher and your wages wouldn't even cover half of the rent let alone any bills that needed to be paid, it was the most expensive part of Brooklyn. And Bucky notified you that his elderly landlady was looking for a new tenant to occupy an apartment three floors above his apartment for a fraction of the rent your landlord wanted, she was more flexible and helpful, and besides being closer to your best friend, it was also closer to your work and in a much safer neighborhood.

And Bucky had insisted to come and help you move your things out, and you couldn't be any more appreciative because some of your furniture was really heavy and you felt bad for overloading some boxes which threatened to break your bones in your back and arms if you carried them far enough.

"Y/N?" Bucky's deep voice calls out as he enters the apartment. It's bittersweet for him too, he used to love coming here and having your weekly movie nights on the L-shaped corner couch with your fuzzy cream blankets. But he is more happy to have you living in the same apartment building as him, it's easier for him to protect you, not that you needed protection, Bucky knew you were independent and capable of dealing with things on your own but he wanted to keep you close, you were one of his best friends and he's never had someone as close to him besides Steve before.

"In here!" You haul the box out into the front room and smile when you see Bucky in his blue Henley, dark jeans and a pair of sneakers (you never thought you would see the day he would wear something different than his usual combat boots), his hair was cut shorter and he looked so clean and perfect. You were used to Bucky with long hair, but since he cut it a couple of months ago, you kept telling him how much you loved him with shorter hair, telling him "it really suits you, Buck!" And he has taken your compliment personally because he's kept up with his short hair.

"Doll?" Your eyes fly up to his face, he was smirking and raised an eyebrow at you and you blush, you didn't realize you were staring at him.

"Huh?" You clear your throat and awkwardly look around the room.

"I asked if you wanted me to start moving your stuff out? The truck is downstairs."

"Yea-yes. That would be great." You smile, nodding your head for no particular reason as you find yourself getting lost in his bright blue eyes. ☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•° It only took you a couple of hours to move everything from the truck into your new apartment and by the time 6pm arrived, half of the boxes were already unpacked and your ornaments were placed out neatly around your new living room, your L-shaped couch positioned with your familiar rug in the middle of the room, it was already starting to feel and look like home. And while you were busy hanging your curtains, Bucky had gone out to grab some food for the two of you, deciding to take the rest of the evening off packing and just sit and watch a movie to relax before bed.

"Honey, I'm home!" Bucky chuckled walking through the door. You finished the gather of your curtains and smiled.

"Great!" You sighed as you welcomed the comfy cushions of your couch behind you as you plopped down with a bounce, crisscrossing your aching legs under you as Bucky plated the food.

"Chicken for you." He said holding the plate of chicken noodles in front of you and a soda.

"Thanks, Buck! For everything." You smiled at him as he sat down beside you, digging into his own noodles, he nodded in return and flicked the TV on, playing the DVD you left in from a few nights ago.

You and Bucky ate in silence, occasionally laughing at the TV. Over the years you have had so many movie nights with Bucky, and you weren't sure if it was because of the new apartment, but you didn't want Bucky to leave, you didn't want to be alone. Sitting next to Bucky right now felt so right in so many different ways. But Bucky was your best friend, and you felt conflicted about your feelings. You were also sure he saw you as nothing more than a friend. Your thoughts were all over the place and you nibbled on your bottom lip.

The action didn't go unnoticed by Bucky, who was watching you from his peripheral. He knew whenever you bit your lip it was because of anxiety or panic attacks. For now, he stayed quiet, allowing you to gather your thoughts. ☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•° Bucky stayed with you until the end of the movie. You had somehow managed to push your weird thoughts to the back of your mind and enjoy his company.

He stretched and yawned, looking at his watch.

"Wow, it's almost midnight. I better be goin'" he says tiredly, getting up to leave.

"Thank you for everything today Buck." You stand up with him and pull him into a tight hug, burying your face in his chest and fisting his shirt around his back.

Bucky chuckles and his chest vibrates against your face as he holds you.

"You already thanked me doll. Got nothin' to thank me for, s'what friends are for." He rubs your back comfortingly and tries to pull away, you only hold him tighter.

"Please stay." You whisper, refusing to loosen your grip on his shirt.

"Doll, let me look at ya." He pushes your body away slightly and his heart sinks down to his stomach as he looks at the stray tears racing each other down your cheeks. "What's wrong?" He asks, concern laced in his voice. It was rare for you to show Bucky this side of you.

"I just-" you sigh and take a breath. "I feel so selfish but I don't want you to go... I don't want to be alone here." Your bottom lip trembles uncontrollably and Bucky nods, pulling you impossibly close to him.

"Ok doll, shh shh it's okay. I'm not goin' anywhere. I'll stay for a couple o' days ok?" He holds your chin between his fingers and you nod happily.

And now that you knew Bucky was staying, you felt so much better. You were used to living alone so why this was any different you didn't understand.

Was it because you started to feel something in the pit of your stomach for your best friend? You have never felt this way before, even when you were around when Bucky was in relationships with other girls, you didn't feel jealous. But now just the thought of it sent a pang of pain to your chest. When did this happen?

For Bucky, it was a different story.

Bucky has been in love with you for a long time, he has just kept his feelings buried because of your friendship at stake. If things didn't go his way and you didn't feel the same way, he could handle the rejection but losing you was not worth it in his eyes.

Instead, he stood by as you tried to go on dates, most failed and some guys acted like complete jerks towards you which he strongly disliked but could do nothing about when he really wanted to dislodge their testicles.

And he knew staying with you would be difficult, because with you he always felt at home, it felt so natural. But seeing you so upset he didn't want to leave you. He wouldn't leave you. His ma taught him manners and he was a better man than most these days.

He hated how sexist the men had become. Even now he knows women deserve just as much respect and attention as they did when he was an 18-year-old taking his dames out on dates every weekend. And mention dick pics to Bucky? He was disgusted. And it has never interested him, even if one of his recent ex-girlfriends tried to push him to send her a sexy photo of himself, he declined as kindly as he could.

After brushing your teeth, you go back to your bedroom and stop in your tracks. Bucky is wearing a black T-shirt and his boxers as he pulls the covers back. He notices your reaction and panics.

"Is this ok?" He asks timidly.

You grin and walk over to the free side of the bed. "Of course it is." You reply, stripping down to your tank top and shorts, climbing under the duvet the same time as Bucky.

You roll on your side and face him, making the outline of his features in the darkness you're shrouded in.

"You ok doll?" Bucky asks quietly, stretching an arm out and moving some hair from your face and you shiver from his soft touch.

"I am." You whisper back, reaching out to touch his prickled cheek. Drawing patterns and you feel his cheeks lift in a smile, his dimples under your fingertips. You move your hand down above his heart, his heartbeat lulls you into a deep sleep.

The sun beaming through the partly opened curtains wakes you up and you feel totally refreshed. The best night's sleep you have had in a long, long time. It takes you a few seconds to remember where you are and why there is heavy breathing behind you.

You're facing away from Bucky, and he has his arm wrapped around your belly with your back pressed into his chest, his face buried in your hair, and something digging into your backside and you realize he's spooning you, quite intimately. It only makes your heart beat faster, now this is something you could get used to.

You shift your butt slightly, grinding your backside into his wood and a loud groan erupts from behind you. It encourages you to do it again, only harder. His hand grips your waist tightly to stop your movements.

"Doll!" He groans, thinking you're just asleep and unaware of what is happening but he hears your cheeky giggles.

"Good mornin' doll." Bucky slurs from tiredness, pressing a firm kiss to the back of your head and moving his lower body away from you, already missing his closeness.

"Good mornin' Buck." You turn to face him and lay on his chest, tucking your head under his chin and intertwining your legs with his.

The silence in the room is comforting, the birds are singing their sweet tunes outside and inside it's just the sounds of two hearts beating in sync.

"What do you wanna do today?" You ask in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet. You draw an invisible pattern with your finger over his heart.

When Bucky doesn't answer, you assume he's fallen back asleep until you tilt your head up and see he's already looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Buck?"

Bucky lowers his lips to yours and you reciprocate the kiss by tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. This was what you wanted for so long, and Bucky has dreamed of this moment for years. He's scared he's going to wake up soon.

The kiss becomes heated and you straddle his waist, grounding yourself against him. He elicits a moan as his hands fly to your waist, his fingertips burying themselves into your skin.

"Doll.." he breathes heavily. "Do you want this? Do you want me? Because we can pretend this never happened..." he speaks lowly, hoping the latter doesn't happen.

"I want this Buck. I want you, I have for a long time." You smile down at him, pressing the palm of your hands on the pillow beside his head.

"Will you be my girl?" His tongue darts out to lick his suddenly dry lips.

"I would want nothing more than to be yours." A growl elicits from his throat at your choice of words, and clothes are flying off everywhere.

Your first official morning as a new couple is spent between the once clean but now sweat-soaked bed sheets as the two of you embark on a beautiful adventure together as boyfriend and girlfriend, which Bucky hopes one day you will walk to him down an aisle and mother his children.

And you hoped that one day this beautiful specimen of a man became your husband and fathered your children you desperately wanted in the future.

Taglist: @leosandbuckysgirl​ @jobean12-blog​ And wanted to thank a few people (sorry if I bother you!!): @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ @littledarlinhavefaithinme​ @book-dragon-13​ @criminal-cookies​ @valkyriesryde​ @mushyjellybeans​ @emmandhercoffecrisp​ @captainchrisstan​ @this-kitten-is-smitten​ @godofplumsandthunder​ @moonbeambucky​ @searchingforbucky​ @sebbbystaaan​ @buckythewhitewolfx​ @your-highnessmarvel​

[messyworldfanfictions]

Imagine teacher Tom Hiddleston (AU)

Summary : Imagine Tom Hiddleston is your cold English teacher who scares the whole class, and you are constantly arrogant with him because you don’t like the way he talks to students. One day he caught you cheating on a test, unfortunately or fortunately for you, he’s going to decide your punishment and it’s going to be… rough.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader , Tom Hiddleston x you

Warnings:  Dom/sub, tom hiddleston - Freeform, Daddy Dom Tom Hiddleston, Dom Tom Hiddleston, Teacher Tom Hiddleston, Professor Tom Hiddleston, Villain Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hiddleston in a Suit , Angry Tom Hiddleston Spanking, Dubious Consent, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, bratty student, Touching, Corporal Punishment, Punishment, Misogyny,…

A Notes: Hi everyone, this is for my Tom thirst hehe, hope you’ll like it :) !

Please, check the tag, Tom is very very rude, very Dom and a little misogynistic  in this story. Of course, I’m sure Tom’s personality is completely different in real life, it’s only fiction, fantasy.

Constructive criticism are welcome, English is not my first language so I apologize for possible mistakes. If you see errors, please tell me! :)

Have fun !

Tag list is open, check my bio :)

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It’s Monday, 8 am and you were sitting in your usual place at the back of the classroom, you were constantly sighing at the idea of starting the lesson, what a nightmare to start with the English teacher… Mr Hiddleston was as friendly as a prison guard and he wasn’t really gentle with the students, he was always condescending when he spoke to them. You were wondering how a man with such a beautiful face, such perfect features, could be so disdainful.

The noise in the classroom was terrible, the students were shouting and their voices echoed in the hallway. Paper pellets were flying around the classroom until a silhouette arrived at the entrance of the room, a heavy silence settled in the room as the students rushed to their seats. Mr. Hiddleston closed the door behind him and walked towards his desk, the sound of his shoes resonating through the room like a military march.

“I see you’re having a lot of fun when you’re not under surveillance. You look like a bunch of savages, your parents obviously haven’t done their job,” he sighed disdainfully. His ice-coloured eyes scanning every student.

He put his bags on his desk, turned to the blackboard and picked up a piece of chalk, “I hope you’ve done your homework and have studied last week’s lesson, otherwise you’re going to have a hard time. ” he said, smirking.

You could see the other students’ faces decomposing, a girl spoke « B-but… S-sir… S-sir… You didn’t say that… We had to study the lesson of…“ He turned his head slowly towards her with an irritated expression, that was enough to shut her up. The girl swallowed the end of her sentence.

“Miss Johnson, we have a tongue well hanged today…? “The girl lowered her eyes, knowing that she had made a mistake by speaking without his permission. ” We will enjoy it then.“ he said, turning to the blackboard and writing the sentence, *When a woman has scholarly inclinations there is generally something wrong with her sexual nature,* he crushed the chalk forcefully writing every word, every letter.

“So, Miss Johnson, who wrote this quote? "he asked, raising an interrogating eyebrow, crossing his arms on his chest. You were shocked by the pressure he was putting on that poor girl. Her eyes began to water and you could see her hands twisting nervously under the table. "I… I don’t know, sir…” she whispered embarrassed by the situation.

“Excuse me Miss, but I probably didn’t hear your very well…” he replied, leaning slightly forward and pointing his ear with his index finger to make her understand that she had to speak louder. You were convinced that he took pleasure in humiliating the poor girl. She began to cry and it was too much for you. “Miss Johnson, we don’t have all day,” he said, raising his voice.

You smashed your fists brutally against your table. “Stop! Can’t you see you’re bullying her?! Aren’t you tired of persecuting the vulnerable?! You’re pathetic. "You shouted in rage.

You could see a bolt of lightning passing through his stormy eyes. His jaw was clenched and his fists too. "Well, Miss Y/LN, I didn’t know we had a good samaritan in the class. You used your mouth usefully, for once. "You wanted to wipe that nasty little smirk off his face.” Miss Johnson, how sad… I’m terribly disappointed in you… “ he said faking a disappointed face. "Maybe the author was right…” he sighed.

“Shut up, you misogynistic bastard,” you whispered angrily for yourself. How dare He.

“Well, since I see you all seem to have studied, I’m going to do a test now about the authors and their quotes, take a piece of paper and match the right authors with the right quotes. "He said as he began to write the quotes on the board.

After a few minutes of chalk noises, he turned to sit at his desk and said in a stern voice, "You have 30 minutes, not one more. »

You didn’t know how you were going to get through it, you didn’t open a single page of your english lesson this weekend, in fact you didn’t even listen him last week, you were too busy thinking about what you were going to do when you came home. You were already almost failing his lesson, if you missed that test you were going to be in the red. You couldn’t afford to miss your year because you’d already failed one year. Suddenly an idea came into your head, you hadn’t turned off your phone before class, it was easy, you would quickly find each author by typing the quote on google. Mr. Hiddleston had his head buried in a book, so you had time to do your work, you were at the back of the class and he couldn’t see what you were doing because you were too far from his desk.

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Twenty-three minutes had passed, you had only three authors left to find, you sighed with relief seeing that you still had 7 minutes left. You decided to put your phone between your thighs because you knew that he couldn’t see it there and you lifted your head from your paper to relax for a minute and …. Where was the teacher?! He wasn’t sitting at his desk, how was that possible?! You didn’t even hear him get up from his chair. You looked frenetically for his presence, your head going from right to left quickly, when you felt a hot breath against your neck, you froze. He was there, right behind you, you didn’t even hear him approaching… Did he see you cheating…? Now you felt his breath close to your ear and it made you shiver.

"What are you looking for, Y/N? "He whispered softly.

Your chest was rising fast, your heart was pounding because of the fear running through your body. He never called you by your first name, and that didn’t presage anything good. If he had seen you cheating, he was going to give you a bad grade … You squeezed your thighs together until it started to hurt, you were afraid that he would see something.

You heard him chuckled darkly in your ear, his proximity, made you feel… strange. You felt something burning in your belly but you didn’t know what it was… Or maybe you did?

"Come on Y/N, open your legs for me. ” he whispered, so you were the only one to hear his words, his nose gently brushing against your ear. You let out a little moan, your trembling, sweaty hands grabbing the table. His voice had the effect of an electric shock all over your body, you were burning inside… You hated yourself for feeling this way about him but you couldn’t help yourself… Why was he so attractive?

He put his hand on your shoulder and pressed lightly, not hard enough to hurt you but firm enough to make you understand that if you didn’t do what he asked you to do, he would hurt you there.

With a sigh you slowly opened your trembling thighs and the teacher dipped his hand between your thighs, he stayed there for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, while his hand was close to your private parts, you could see his face showing a triumphant smile, you didn’t look at him but you could see his dirty grin from the corner of your eye. He finally removed his hand, taking your phone and paper with him. “Thank you. "he whispered.

Damn it. He was going to give your a really bad grade, you were going to fail your year again… What were you going to tell to your parents… Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Your eyes started to water at the thought but you didn’t want to cry in front of him, oh no, you wouldn’t give him the pleasure. You wouldn’t beg him either, you wanted to keep your dignity intact.

The school bell rang in the hallway, "You can go, don’t forget to put your test on my desk when you leave. ». You got up in slow motion and started to put your things in your bag, completely depressed.

You walked towards the door, you could feel his eyes on you as you walked through the classroom, before you could reach the door you heard his voice ” Miss Y/LN, I would like to speak to you for a moment please. Wait until everyone leaves and then close the door. ” he ordered.

You knew he was going to humiliate you for many minutes, you could see him gloating. But why didn’t he do it in front of the whole class…?  You kept your eyes locked on the floor, refusing to make eye contact. But you could feel his eyes running over your body, why was he looking at you… that way? The situation became more and more uncomfortable, you couldn’t stop thinking about his hand between your thighs…

After the last student left you closed the door, you were determined to show him that he was not intimidating you and that he did not have any power over you. With a determined walk you moved towards his desk, he had not taken his eyes off you.

When you arrived in front of him you said, “Sir, if you think I’m going to apologize, I won’t. I’m not going to apologize. If you think I’m going to beg you to not give me detention, you’re mistaken. If you think I’m going to beg you not to give me a bad grade on that test…” You marked a pause, “You’re wasting your time. “He was staring at you with a straight face. Your breathing had accelerated with your words. You spat those words so angrily that you didn’t even take the time to breath while you spoke.

After a few minutes of silence, a grin appeared on his lips, his eyes sparkling with mischief, you didn’t like it, it wasn’t supposed to make him smile…

"Don’t worry Y/N, I didn’t ask you to stay for this. Don’t be concerned about my time, I have 1 hour of free time now. "he answered you, getting up from his desk. He walked around his desk and in a few steps he was close to you, he started to walk around you like a predator surrounding his prey. Your fists were so clenched that your knuckles turned white. What did that bastard want…

"What a fiery temper you have, Miss…” he whispered these words, leaning towards your ear, and walked away. You almost felt… naked. “Actually I don’t want your pleas, I can’t stand the whining… ” he said disdainfully. The sound of his shoes was resonating in the empty classroom. “I think that if you get a bad grade for this test, your year is in danger … Am i right ?” Shit, he knew. “I don’t think you need to fail your year… I think you need more… discipline.” When he said the last word, you felt him stopped right behind you. You could feel his hot breath hitting your neck.

“W-what do you mean… ? "you stuttered in a shaky voice, your legs were shaking but you didn’t know if it was anxiety or… Excitement.

You felt his finger touch your neck and he brushed your hair to one side so he could have better access to your soft skin. He pressed a wet kiss against your neck and you closed your eyes, muffling a moan of… Pleasure?

"I want to make a deal with you Y/N,” he whispered, “I want to punish you … Punish you for being a little bratty bitch. "You felt his hands grabbing your hips, and he pressed his body against yours, you could feel his hardness against your ass…

"You have two options. First, you submit to my authority and lie down on that desk while I give you the correction you deserve…” Suddenly he pulled himself away from your body and said in a cold voice “ Second, you get out of my classroom and you explain to your parents that you’re a dirty little cheater. "He paused, "But I want you to know that if you lie down on that desk, I don’t want any tears, I don’t want any struggles, you lie down and you stay still. » Another pause, "I don’t want to force you to do anything. » he mocked.

Very funny asshole, like I have a choice, you thought. You could hear your heart beating in your chest, the noise was so intense, you couldn’t think. You were trying to give yourself courage, it was just a bad time to go through… Then maybe you could like it… No, no, you didn’t want to like it…

” You better hurry up and make a decision Y/N, my patience is limited. ” he warned.

You walked slowly towards his desk, your knees trembling with apprehension and you lied down on his desk with your face against the hardwood surface, your hands on either side of your face. He had full access to your buttocks. You could hear his footsteps approaching you and stop a few inches away.

“Good girl,” you heard him whisper, “I’m going to teach you your place and you’re going to like it. ” he whispered as he flipped your skirt up, exposing your ass and your panties. You couldn’t deny feeling his hands under your skirt made you wet. But it was also very humiliating.

“You will count them.” You nodded, unable to speak.

You knew his hand was hovering in position. He liked to see you shiver, waiting for the first spanking that would make you moan. A loud smack filled the room as his hand met your buttock.

“One.” You moaned.

*SMACK*

You jumped a little, startled. The spanking was harder than the last one.

“I can’t hear you Y/N, speak louder or it’s going to hurt. » he warned

« TWO » you cried out.

He smacked you twice more times in a row. One of the hits made your clit twitch.

Three, four, …

“If I knew you’d enjoy this… activity, I would have done it sooner” he mocked. He ran his finger over your white panties which had become transparent due to your wetness. He was right, you were excited… You were starting to forget the humiliation and you were enjoying every hand that crashed against your skin, making it redden a little more each time.

*SMACK.SMACK.SMACK*

Five, six, seven…

This time you whimpered in pain, lust and desperation. You felt yourself grow wetter. His hands made your knees so weak. « Please … » You whispered in a whiny tone.

“I knew you’d finally beg me, you cocky slut. ” he mocked.

*SMACK.SMACK.*

Eight, nine…

You loved the harsh slaps against your skin. You had never known that you could feel like this. Especially with him…

“You know” he spoke slowly in a low whisper,“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me this year, my behavior disgusts you, but I know you’ve been dying for me to fuck you like the slut you are, with your arrogant attitude, making eyes contact with me, crossing and uncrossing your legs. » His arm raised high and the final blow came.

« TEN » You cried out, breathless. Your bottom pulsed in pain, but it was drowned out by the pleasure you were feeling right now.

He went back to his desk as if nothing had happened and said in an authoritarian voice « You have taken your punishment so well, miss. You can go, now. ”

You stood up suddenly, your face red in shame. You rushed to the door but before you could get out of the class, you heard him, “Oh Miss, before I forget, you can relax about your grade. ” he paused, “But watch your tongue during my lessons, my punishments can be much more… painful. "he warned you with a large creepy smile.

He barely had time to finish his sentence before you opened the door and ran to disappear into the hallway.

(Not my gif)

[nazario-sayeed]

Bare body, bare soul (Nik x F!MC; N*FW)

Author's note: Some of you are probably thinking "what? you already tagged me on this fic, are you going crazy?" or whatever. Here's the thing: I was stupid using my tags and tumblr took down my previous post as a punishment for me being a whore. Anyway, I noticed it yesterday and now I'm posting it again because I'm stubborn. How I always change some stuff when I edit on tumblr for the last time, this isn't exactly the same as my last one, but there aren't any major differences. English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. I'm shitty at naming my fics, ignore that. Also I don't remember which gif I used last time, which is irrelevant so I don't know why I'm saying this.

Summary: In case there's someone new here, I wrote this fic after chapter 9 when we were cockblocked. It left me wanting more, so I decided to write what should've happened. The initial dialogue is basically the same. My mc's name is Brie. 

WC: around 5,100 (sorry) 

Rating: definitely +18 for explicit sexual content. Do not keep reading if you're not comfortable with this kind of writing. 

I don't have the tag list for that fic so I'm basically using my Jaime one, I'm sorry if I got anyone wrong (please let me know if you don't wanna be tagged): @nazariortega  @duchess-ash-flame  @lahelalove @poeticscolt @donutsgirl36 @queenkaneko @msjpuddleduck @quinnskelly @flyawayboo @brightpinkpeppercorn @choicesarehard @jlpplays1 @desiree-0816 @sibella-plays-choices

When Nik starts stripping down to his underwear, Brie can't look away. She observes in awe the healed scars on his ripped torso, his muscular body under the soft candlelight... She feels her stomach do a funny flip inside of her, and a heat slowly spreads through her body despite of the cold air of the mansion. 

"Uh... Nik? Explain?" she says, trying really hard not to bite her lip at the sight of him exposed like that.

"Vulnerability magic, rook. Some of the most powerful kind there is. You want to see The Fate, you've gotta bare your soul" he explains.

"By stripping down to your skivvies? You sure this is lore and not wishful thinking?" Katherine questions him, raising an eyebrow.

"Summoning is all about symbolic gestures, Katy. Get with the program"

"I've got nothing to hide" Brie chipper says, already reaching behind her back to unzip her dress. "One ceremonial nudity, coming right up!" she lets her dress drop to the floor.

"That's the spirit!" Nik encourages her, trying not to stare as she undresses. Brie blushes a little under his gaze as they smile at each other.

They small talk as the group follows Nik's lead and strips down to their underwear. Brie catches a glimpse of everyone else, almost naked, and feels her face heating up. They form an incredibly attractive group, she can't deny it. She lets her eyes find Nik's frame, and can't help but notices the way the candlelight dances on his skin, lighting up every inch of his sculptured body. He catches her eyes before she can look away, and smirks.

"Like what you see, rook?" he teases her; she feels her whole body flushes with his commentary and the way his eyes are watching her right now, but she tries to play it cool.

"Hm? I don't know what you're talking about" she looks him up and down once again, letting her gaze drop on the only piece of clothing on his body, noticing the nice volume there. She licks her lips, imagining what's inside...

"Sure you don't" he smirks, before slowly scanning her body from head to toes, letting his gaze lingers a little longer on her breasts before turning away. Brie looks away, face red, and her gaze lands on Cal's bare form. She has seen him like that before, but she can't help but observe his large, strong body under the flattering light. He catches her eye and smiles, before hungrily scanning her body in a way that makes her feel like she is his next prey- and right now she kind of wishes she was.

Next to them, Nik notices the way they are looking at each other and his pulse quickens, a unsettling feeling cursing through his veins as he scowls and clenches his fists. He clears his throat to catch everyone's attention to the ritual, but mostly to stop whatever was going on between Cal and Brie.

After exposing themselves in more than one way in order to get help from The Fate, each of them goes to their own guest bedroom in the mansion, trying to escape the thoughts and emotions that their confession brought up. Every one of them is feeling overwhelmed and more vulnerable than they can remember, and the creepy air of the mansion doesn't help at all.  

Brie feels terrified even before closing the door. Even though Nik reassured her this is the safest place they could be in right now, she can't shake off the weird feeling. The shivers on her body are not from the insistent, loud wind, but from something that creeps her from the inside, and she knows she won't fall asleep.  She is feeling too lonely, exposed and guilty to sleep. 

Brie tries to think about anything other than the sounds that echo in her room, or that feeling on her spine that there's someone- or something- watching her even when she's alone. Absently, she lets her mind go back to the moment before they met The Fate.

She thinks about how that was the first time Nik ever looked vulnerable next to her, when he was talking about Elijah's death. How even though he is her bodyguard, in that moment she knew she would do anything to protect him. Her mind goes back to that brief moment when their eyes met after he had told the group about Elijah, and they both knew they were here for each other; one simple look could let her know- could let her feel- how deeply he cares about her- and she hoped he knew and felt it too.

Then, she reminisces about how his eyes went wild when she admitted she was in love with someone there. She didn't even know what she was going to say until the very moment when the words left her lips, and for the first time, she knew they were true. In so little time, she knew he had found a way into her heart- not easily entered after so many heartbreaks.

Tired of wishful thinking, Brie gets up in one movement and exits the room, letting her feet carry her to knock on Nik's door before she can think twice about what she's doing.

"Brie? Thought you were hitting the sack?" he seems surprised as he opens the door, but also amused; his lips curving up in a tiny smirk.

"Couldn't sleep. Looks like it's going around, huh?" she teases and he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. He can't help but think about the restless things he wants to do right now, and it doesn't help that she came to his door in the middle of the night.

"Sure does. Wanna come in for a nightcap? These digs are pretty swanky, I'll give the fate that" he invites her in, trying- and failing- to ignore all the inappropriate thoughts crossing his mind.

"I'd love that..." she says, and he can swear there are at least fifteen intentions on her tone.

Nik swings the door open, welcoming her in, and she slips by him, letting their arms brush lightly against each other, feeling her skin on fire with the brief touch.

"Home sweet home… for the moment, anyway. Can i get you a drink?" Nik asks.

"Yes, please! I'm dying to unwind a little"

"You can say that again. What a night, huh?" as he pours bourbon, he thinks about all the ways he wishes he could use to help her unwind right now. All of them involve her screaming his name. 

He hands her the bourbon and electricity sparks where her fingers brush against his for a second. They clink their glasses, smiling, and they both take a sip, enjoying the warm feeling settling on their bellies.

Nik walks over to the window frame, leaning against it. He lets his gaze find Brie for a long moment and she feels her whole body warming up; she tells herself it's the drink, but she knows it's not. He notices the light blush on her cheeks, and interrupts her thoughts with a question.

"So what do you think, about all this? That was a lot to take in..."

"Honestly? I don't know. I'm glad we have a name, that's huge, but now… It just…" she trails off.

"Feels more real, right? Even more unnerving than before, somehow?" he finishes her thought.

"Yes! That's it exactly" she admits. "I know it sounds weird but when The Fate said 'Cassiopeia', all I could think was, hey, that's a pretty name." Niks snorts at her comment, looking amused, but she continues with a sigh "Too pretty for someone who makes bloodwraiths and zombies. Ridiculous, right?" she asks him, feeling a bit embarrassed but also glad to be sharing this with someone, especially him.

"Nah. I get it. The mind's a tricky beast, alright" he says, as Brie moves to his side by the window and leans on her forearms, taking another sip and letting the wind smooth over her face. Their bodies are close now, too close. She can feel his heat next to her as the wind swipes over them.

"What about you? That thrice-cursed son stuff… What do you think she meant?" she asks, trying to distract her own mind. He shakes his head, his face transforming into a scowl.

"I can't be sure- I mean, who knows what all goes on in her head- but I think it means that the three people who loves me most in the world are dead" he bitterly admits, finishing his drink.

Her first instinct is to think "But you have me". She manages to hold it back, bitting her lips shut. 

"That's a terrible thing to call you" she thinks out loud.

"Not wrong though. I always make it out by the skin of my teeth, lucky me. The people who love me? Not so much" he furrows his brow and clenches his fist at the side of his body, letting the anger get to him.

"You make it sound like you're the curse…" she says, softly.

When he doesn't answer, she turns to Nik and cautiously wraps her arms around him. He stiffens for a moment, before pulling her closer.

"Sometimes... I feel like I'm as bad as the Reimonenq touch. And…" he admits, but she cuts him off.

"Don't say that, Nik. You've lost so much, and it's not your fault" she tells him, with a firm but gentle voice.

Nik sighs deeply, stirring Brie's hair, before he presses a warm kiss to the top of her head. She can feel her heart pounding inside her chest, and his too where her head lays on his chest.

She pulls back and looks at him, and he gives her a wry smile.

"...You promise?" he asks, his voice softer than she has ever heard him.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't even be standing here if it wasn't for you! And I bet I'm not the only one who owes you my life. You risk yourself every day, to keep other people safe. That's not a curse… That's a gift" Brie reassures him, trying to make him understand just how grateful she is and how deeply she cares about him.

The atmosphere between them becomes charged, electric with tension. Hesitantly, Nik reaches out and trails his knuckles gently down her cheek. She feels her breathing stop.

"I don't know what it is about you, Brie, I swear I don't, but you make me feel…" he trails off.

"What? What do I make you feel?" she insists. After gazing down at her for a few seconds, he continues:

"You make me feel like a real person"

She feels her chest bursting with affection and an indescribable need to protect him. In that moment, she doesn't care about anyone else. She's unable to look away from him, his face just inches from hers, the air between them charged with intensity.

Brie leans forward, her breath quickening. The time seems to stop while their lips come closer slowly, until the gravity is just too much and they crash against each other. 

Nik sighs wordlessly against her lips, seeming overwhelmed at first, then he pulls Brie hard against him, one hand clutching the back of her neck.

"Nik..." she moans against him, feeling the desire taking over her body and pooling by her stomach.

"You taste so good, Brie" he breathes into her mouth, and she gasps.

He trails searing kisses down her neck, all the way to the hollow of her throat, and she shudders as he runs his tongue over the sensitive skin.

"I've been thinking about this for so long..." he admits.

"Me too… Please don't stop..." Brie begs him, as she remembers the kisses they've shared before this one. Neither of them came even close to the way their mouths fervidly explore each other now. Neither of them made her longing for more like this. The kiss, which began slow and soft, quickly heats up and they don't seem to be able to get enough of each other.

Nik tugs her clothes over her head, then pulls off his own. Brie runs her palms down his sculpted chest, now face to face with the scars she was admiring earlier. She wants to kiss each one of them, learn their stories, protect him from getting any new ones. He draws a ragged breath under her light touch and pulls back to look at her.

"You're gorgeous, Brie. So damn perfect" he breathes, before guiding her onto the huge bed and pulling her next to him. He captures her mouth in another long, lingering kiss as she drags her fingers through his hair...

"Nik… I-" she moans, but a furious, icy gale from the window washes over both of them, interrupting her.

"Oh, that is chilly" Brie says, a shiver running down her body. Nik quickly gets up from the bed and closes the window with more strength than necessary, making sure it won't open again. When he turns back to her, his expression is changed and it sends a tingle down her spine, almost like a warning. 

“I don’t care what happens. Wind, rain… This whole goddamn place could go up in flames and I wouldn’t give a fuck. I need you, Brie. Ever since I saw you in your underwear earlier, I couldn’t stop thinking about ripping it off your body”. Her breath catches in her throat at his bold statement, and she can already feel her arousal pooling between her legs. She watches as he walks over to where she is laying on the bed, while he looks at her like he's about to devour her. She hopes he is.

He lays on top of her and pins her hands on each side of her face, looking down, his eyes darkened with hunger.

“Nik… I have wanted you since the moment I saw you. Take me. I’m yours.” she breathes, and he smirks almost wickedly. His faces lights up a fire inside of her, one that she hasn’t felt in a long time. Nik has never seemed so protective of her, and so ready to deliciously destroy her.

“You’re mine, rook? Then why the hell you kept looking at the wolfman today? Or do you think I didn’t see it?” he lets go of her wrists and sits up next to her, flipping her onto her stomach with one easy, swift movement, making her gasp. "You think I didn't notice the way he was practically eating you with his eyes? Like you were his next prey..." She doesn’t even have time time to answer as he pulls her to sit up on her knees in front of him, standing behind her, his chest to her back "You think I didn't notice that you were enjoying it?".

Nik runs one calloused hand up the front of her body, over her stomach, chest, stopping at her chin, as he strains her arms between them with the other. He lets go of her chin and grabs her hair, pulling her head back roughly. She lets out a moan while his mouth moves next to her ear.

“Tell me, rook. Are you thinking about the wolfman now?” he presses himself against her back, letting her feel how hard his desire for her is. She moans with need again and closes her eyes, incapable of thinking clearly, intoxicated by the feeling of him. She never thought Nik could be so animalistic, and she's loving it; her whole body needs him.

“I- I… Oh, Nik”

“That’s right, Brie. It’s my name you’ll be moaning- no, screaming tonight. When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember who the werewolf is” he says, and brutally pushes her on all fours on the bed, making her gasp with pleasure and surprise.

Nik runs his hand down her back, earning shivers from her body. She can feel the heat from his body behind her, and the thought of him taking control like that is driving her absolutely mad with lust.

He reaches her soaked panties and pushes them to the side, running his fingers along her sex. Brie is already grasping at the sheets, trying to get some kind of control over her own body. He plunges two fingers inside without warning, and she yelps. Nik lower his body so his mouth is against her ear.

"The way you're soaked right now… Whenever you're starring at shirtless Cal, I hope you remember I am the one who made you feel like that, rook." he bites her earlobe and increases his speed, hitting that spot with every plunge.

Brie is incapable of forming coherent words right now. She is so high on the pleasure he is giving her, and she prays she'll never feel low again. Brie can feel her legs shaking, getting closer and closer with every movement of his hands. When she is almost there, her whole body writhing with desire, he removes his fingers and she immediately misses them, letting out a groan of frustration that amuses Nik.

"Not yet, Brie. Be patient. I'm nowhere near done with you" he says, and flips her onto her back, hovering over her body. He leans in to kiss her passionately, his hands exploring the sides of her body as she pulls him impossibly close by the neck. Brie wraps her legs around his waist grinding on him, trying to feel any kind of friction between her legs, desperate for relieve.

Nik begins to descend his mouth on her body, sucking at her neck in a way they both know will leave a mark. That's what he wants: to let everyone else know she is his, that she spent the night giving herself to him and him only. Nik wants to wake up tomorrow and let the wolfman smell him all over Brie's body.

His mouth founds her chest and she arches her back as he reaches out behind her to unclasp her bra. He quickly takes it off her body and tosses it across the room, pulling back to admire her curves.

"God, Brie… You're breathtaking. No fucking wonder everyone else in that room couldn't take their eyes off you." her cheeks blush a little at the way he is devouring her with his eyes, and she can feel every inch of her body responding to him: her heart is pounding, her breath is quickened, and it feels like her skin is on fire.

"But I am here, Nik. I came to your room." Brie reaches out to touch his cheek gently and he once more crashes his lips into hers. He quickly moves his mouth to her neck and collarbone, nipping and not-so-gently biting his way down, until he is licking the valley between her breasts, while his hands run up her sides, stopping at the curve of her chest. He takes one nipple in his mouth, while works on the other with his fingers. His mouth and hand work together, licking, flicking, pinching until she is crying out, grasping his hair. He moves one hand inside her panties and she feels like she is going to pass out with pleasure as he nips the flesh of her sensitive nub with his teeth.

Nik lets go of her breasts and moves his head lower, trailing a path of kisses down her stomach, until he finally reaches the waistband of her underwear. Before taking it off, he kisses her above the damp fabric.

"God, Nik. Please, stop teasing… I need you" she moans, craving release. He smirks at her and pulls her underwear down her legs, leaving her completely naked on his bed.

"You have no idea of how long I've wanted to have you like that, Brie. No clothes, in my bed, at my mercy." he says, running his fingers through her body. His eyes are dark, full of yearning, lust at its most natural state.

"And now that you have me, what will you do?" she asks, almost daring him to answer.

He responds by lowering his mouth into her sex, making her moan instantly. She throws her head back and grabs his hair with one hand and the sheets with the other.

He's been teasing her for a while now, so when his mouth connects with her body, she's already close. He devours her expertly, like he has been starving and she is the most delicious meal in the world. At that moment, he can't think of anything that tastes better than her.

Nik works his mouth and tongue on her, and with every flick of his tongue he can sense the pleasure building inside her. He inserts a finger, then two into her core, making her moans grow louder. She bucks her hips against his mouth and fingers, trying to feel him closer as possible. He pulls back and she almost screams in irritation.

"You want more, rook?" he asks, still working his fingers, but slowly, barely enough to keep her on the edge.

"Yes, Nik. I want more- I need more" she whimpers, eyes closed with need.

"I wanna see you beg" his voice is a low growl, and it turns her on even more.

"Please, please, please… Nik, oh god, I need you..." the beg leaving her sinful lips is like music to his ears. He dives back in.

His mouth once again finds her center, and he wastes no time sucking her clit into his mouth, thrusting his fingers harder and faster. She cries out, arching her back, and it only takes one more flick of his tongue for her to fall apart around him in pure bliss, the feeling so strong she is sure she has reached heaven. She doesn't even notice she is screaming his name. He doesn't let go until every single drop of ecstasy has left her body, until she's ridden every wave of her orgasm. Her legs are shaking and she's covered in sweat, panting, trying to pull herself together, but never again wanting to come back down from the high. 

His mouth finds its way back to her lips, capturing them in a passionate kiss while she recovers.

"Can you taste how delicious you are, rook?" he asks, pulling back with a smirk to admire her flushed face.

"Right now, I would rather taste you" she admits, and he growls. Nik captures her lips again, wrapping his arms around her and flipping their position, getting her to straddle his hips. His hands find her ass quickly, and he gives it a small slap before squeezing it. Brie begins to run her hands down his muscular torso, enjoying the feeling of his ripped abs underneath her fingertips. She reaches the waistband of his underwear, still kissing his mouth, and lets her hand drop lower, caressing him over the fabric. He bites her lower lip and digs his nails on the flesh of her hips as she squeezes him, making him moan into her mouth.

Brie lets go of his lips to kiss his stubble jaw, then his neck and the spot right below his ear. Nik reaches her hair and wraps it around his hand, applying a bit of pressure on his hold. She begins to trail kisses down his chest and abs, taking her time kissing his strong frame, covering every scar on his torso with her lips. Unlike him, she takes no time teasing him when she reaches his waistband, quickly rolling his underwear down his legs and off his body. She runs her fingers through his strong thighs, kissing it, licking it all the way up to his groin.

When she finally reaches his shaft, she gives it a few slow strokes and runs her thumb in circles on its tip, as Nik's breath quickens. She gives it a tiny kiss, still running her fingers up and down, before taking him into her mouth.

"Christ, Brie..." he moans, holding her hair while she expertly uses her mouth and tongue on him; kissing, sucking and licking the exact spots she knows will drive him mad. As she swirls her tongue around his head, he grips her hair tighter and pulls her up "Are you trying to make me lose my mind, rook?".

She smirks at him, but it quickly fades as he roughly pulls her by the hair to his mouth, kissing her hard. He moves his head to her neck and sucks it before releasing her.

"Get on all fours" he commands, and she is too turned on to deny him anything. She gets on her knees and forearms, facing away from him, and she looks over her shoulder to see him going through his pants and reaching its pocket for his wallet, pulling out a condom.

While he fumbles with his pants and catches her looking over her shoulder at him, Nik thinks about how lucky he is. Brie could knock on anyone's room today and they would happily let her in; they all wished to be in his place right now, and there she was: on all fours on his bed, her glistening core waiting and wanting him.

He positions himself behind her, between her legs after rolling down the condom, and guides himself until his tip is touching her folds. He gives her ass a playful smack, and the sound she lets out makes him even more turned on, so he does it again, harder this time, earning a louder moan from her lips. She holds her breath with anticipation while he runs his tip up and down her entrance, teasing her. She lets out a frustrated groan after a few seconds.

"God, Nik, aren't you tired of teasing me? Just fuck me alr- ohh!" her complain is interrupted by a moan as he enters her with one hasty movement.  

"You were saying?" he teases, as he grabs her hips and thrusts hard into her, quickly creating a rhythm.

He doesn't hold back. He uses one hand to hold her hip as the other wraps around the hair on her neck and pulls her head back, making her moan loudly. He swears that the feeling of her walls around him is the most exquisite thing he has ever experienced.

Nik isn't one for second dates, he has never been jealous before, but Brie managed to wake feelings and sensations he never knew existed. He feels so protective of her, and it shows in his movements, as he tries to claim her as only his. He pulls her hip impossibly closer, hitting even deeper inside her, making an animalistic grunt leave her mouth.

"That's it, Brie. Louder. I wanna hear you scream my name so loud this whole damn fancy house knows I am the one making you lose control like that." he says, giving her all of him, driving deeper and harder with every slam of his hips, and she does exactly as he tells. The sensation of Nik filling her up is so overwhelming that she has no choice but to scream, trying to let out some of these feelings.

"Nik, oh god, harder!" she begs, not even realising what she is asking for, not even sure she can take more. Right now, he hits the perfect balance between pain and pleasure with every thrust. She has never felt so filled before, she has never been fucked like that before and she knows that now she has tried it, there’s no going back. He delivers harder, his nails so deep inside the flesh of her hips they are breaking the skin, but neither of them seem to notice or care. Tears of pleasure mixed with pain glisten in the corner of her eyes, and she is holding onto the sheets like it’s life itself. "Nik, I'm so close!" she moans, trying to breathe.

Hearing his name being screamed by her lustful lips makes Nik bucks his hips forward in a way that hits her most sensitive spot, and she comes apart around him, screaming his name so loud that he is sure she’s heard all across The Fate's mansion. Her walls clench around his length but he doesn't slow down, feeling his own release coming close. Brie is too worn out to react, so she just stays in front of him, moaning and crying out his name as he fucks her senseless. She squeezes him inside of her, and he feels the electricity beginning to rise in his body. "Brie, I'm close" he cries out, never stopping neither slowing down.

Catching him by surprise, Brie removes herself from his hold and quickly turns around, facing him. Nik is too surprised to react before she kneels in front of him, pulling the condom off him and taking him into her mouth once more. At the moment when she wraps her mouth around him, Nik’s head falls back and he lets out a groan. More gentle then he has been the whole night, he holds her hair back as she works on him. As he feels his ecstasy approaching, he tries to pull her head back, but she doesn't let him, working even harder. He has no other option but to spill inside her mouth as pleasure washes over him, and he moans her name for only her to hear.

Brie licks him clean and moves up, they both kneeling on the bed, facing each other. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and he thinks it's the sexiest thing he's ever seen. They lock eyes and smile before he pulls her by the waist for a delicate kiss.

Her body is covered in bruises, her hair is a mess, and they both are covered in sweat, but they also have that unique face of someone who has just reached the peak of pleasure and satisfaction. 

“Do you think The Fate will me mad at us?” Brie teases, as they crawl under the covers. He snorts and pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her and letting she rest her head on his shoulder.

“I dunno, rook. And I don’t care” Nik says, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Me neither. Even if she does, it was worth it. Sooooo worth it” she says with a wide smile, kissing his chest. He absently runs his hand through her hair, smiling.

The way he’s feeling right now, not only completely satisfied but also safe, tells him he is in trouble. A lot of trouble. Looking down at Brie, comfortably snuggled with him, he feels his heart skips a beat and he can’t help but smile, but it quickly fades as he thinks about what usually happens to those who get close to him.

“Yeah, it was. Sleep tight, Brie”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I will…” she teases again, her eyes already closing as she drifts off to a peaceful sleep, and follows her, never wanting to let her go again.

What has she done to him?

[emma-nation]

Thinking Of You (Mona x MC Fanfiction) - Chapter 11

You said move on Where do I go? I guess second best Is all I will know

Summary: Years later, Allison has everything she wants, a brand-new internship as a doctor, a handsome boyfriend… but her first nightshift won’t go as expected…

Genre: Romance, Angst

MonaxMC Tag list: @zoe6111, @simsvetements, @whoinvitedalx, @abunchofbadchoices, @kamilahmademedoit, @talkinlikeateen, @eagle-one-1, @andreear17, @monagf, @fal-carrington, @crazzyplays, @honorablebicycle, @teja-desai, @iam-the-fuckin-queen

Notes:

- English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes.

- Next chapter is the last. I really gonna miss this fic! 😢 But I have another multi-chapter fic of this pairing in my plans!

- I’m still having issues to tag people on my posts, please forgive me if it doesn’t show in your notifications. I re-typed the tag list and if your name has been included is because Tumblr didn’t let me reach you.

Allison took a deep breath, remembering advices she heard from her father about how to proceed in dangerous situations. She entered Dr. Carlson's car, trying to remain silent and calm. She didn't protest or offered resistance.

The doctor asked for her cell phone and started driving, headed to his family's mansion in Santa Monica. Allison wondered if his wife was home and if she even knew what her husband and son were doing. Dr. Carlson guided her to a secret laboratory in the basement.

"Please, take a seat," he calmly asked, pointing to a comfortable armchair. Allison obeyed. "Drink?"

"No, thank you," she answered, afraid the man could drug her or worse.

Dr. Carlson poured himself some whiskey and sat in front of her. He smiled, showing Mr. Wheeler’s cell phone.

“I’ve learned your father was leading the investigation about my performance enhancers. So, I dropped by for a visit this morning and borrowed this."

Allison swallowed hard.

"Please, don't hurt him. He's only doing his job."

"Hurt him?" Dr. Carlson smiled. "I don't plan to hurt him, or even you, darling. As long as you cooperate, of course."

"Tell me what you want," Allison asked. "How can I cooperate?"

"Good girl, Allison. First, I need you to answer, where's the boy?"

"What boy?"

"The one who attacked me inside Krista’s house.”

Allison's eyes went wide in shock. How could him possibly have found out about her being part of the investigation?

“I-I... I don’t know what you're talking about, Dr. Carlson."

“Allison," he shook his head in denial, "don't lie to me. I have contacts inside the University. I've been informed you and that girl, Mona, are secretly working for the police."

Allison sighed frustrated. Being so influent, it was obvious Dr. Carlson had easy access to this kind of information.

“We dropped him at the bus station," she lied. "He was going to his parents house in San Francisco.”

“Hmmm, I’m gonna investigate this further. Now, give me the evidence."

"What evidence?"

"That boy, Brian is his name, isn't? He was secretly filming my goddaughter's meeting. We found the camera he left behind. The footage is stored somewhere, where is it Allison?"

"In a flash drive. It's in Mona's car, I don't have it."

"Are you sure?"

Allison nodded.

"We're going to do it the hard way, then," Dr. Carlson grabbed her by the wrists, forcing her to stand up. Then, he pinned her against the wall, searching inside her pockets. "I told you, Allison," he retrieved the flash drive, "don't try to lie to me. I'm familiar with the body language."

He plugged the flash drive on his laptop, confirming its content. Then, he smashed it under his foot. Allison took the opportunity to run to the door. She attempted to open in but, as expected, it was securely locked. Now Dr. Carlson had gotten what he wanted, she began to imagine what he'd do. If he was going to keep her alive, or silence her with death.

"Y-You've got what you wanted," she said with a crackling voice. "Now let me go home. Mona and my dad will start to suspect if I disappear for too long."

"Oh, darling, they won't," he handed Allison her cell phone. "Because you're gonna call your dad to tell him the news."

"What news?"

"That you decided to come back to Griffin and will be going to New Zealand with him in the morning."

"I won't."

Dr. Carlson let out a soft laugh.

"Yes, you are. Do you know why? If you stay, my son’s car will get stolen. He's going to report it to the police and they'll eventually find it… with Mona's fingerprints.”

"Don't you even dare!" Allison clenched her fists and advanced in his direction. She needed to grab the laboratory keys inside his pocket.

Dr. Carlson easily grabbed her fists, immobilizing her.

"And if you try, by any manners to warn your father, something terrible will happen to him. Like a phone call, reporting a false lead. He arrives at the location and ‘bang’! It was a trap.”

“Your psychopath! Leave my father and Mona alone,” Allison started crying.

She sat down at the armchair again, hoping her dad or Mona would suspect when she didn't return home. Then, a bad feeling erupted inside her chest. Where was Griffin?

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Mona parked the Santagata in front of the Wheelers’ residence. There was no space for one more car in the garage. She’d be returning it to her father in the earliest hours of the morning, as it could be easily recognized by Dr. Carlson or Griffin.

Her phone buzzed inside her pocket. She expected it to be Allison, bringing news about the investigation, but it was David instead.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?”

“My car is all over the internet. And on the news too.”

“I’m gonna face charges for your insanity.”

Mona let out a laugh, before replying.

“Your test drive is made. The car is suitable for sale.”

She stopped texting, with had the impression she was being watched. Looking around, she was alone on the street. Mona shrugged.

"You could've died or killed someone."

"If your mother finds out I provided you the car, she'll murder me with her bare hands."

"Chill out, would ya? I'm --"

The impression of being watched made her stop typing again. Putting the phone back in her pocket, along with the car keys, she decided to get inside. Before, she grabbed the pocket knife, only to feel more secure.

While she unlocked the door, she heard a familiar 'click’ behind her, that made a shiver run through her entire body. Turning around, she was face to face to the barrel of a gun.

“Make a noise and I’ll shoot you right here, right now.”

Allison’s ex was trying to pose as bad boy, aiming his little toy at her forehead while trying to sound scary and intimidating.

“Gavin,” she said. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“It’s Griffin and you know it!” He grabbed her by the jacket with his free hand. “What, huh?! I’d like to see you act fierce and mock me now!”

“It’s not the first time I have a gun pointed at me.”

“But no one has wanted you dead as much as I do, that I can assure you.”

For some reason, she began to feel anxious. Flashbacks of the night Shaw accidentally shot her returned to her mind. She was alone in the hospital, losing a lot of blood. Her mind was foggy and her vision beginning to get blurred. Distantly, she heard the comments of doctors and nurses, who were more interested to gossip about who she supposedly was, than providing her the care she needed. She never let it show, but she was afraid. Before falling unconscious, two people were in her thoughts, her mom and Allison.

Griffin looked down, noticing the knife in her shaky hand. He grabbed it violently and threw it across the street.

“You’re coming with me,” he wrapped his arm around her, still pointing the gun to her head. “And don’t even attempt to get funny.”

He took her to his car, parked only a few meters away and shoved Mona hardly against the driver’s door.

“Open it!” Griffin ordered.

“Give me the keys?” Mona asked.

“I don’t think you understand… you’re going to do it like you’re used to. You’re going to steal my car. In case I decide to not kill you tonight, I need a plan B to get rid of you forever.”

“I need tools.”

Griffin handed her a complete set of car theft tools. Mona studied the car’s lock, picking the one she thought being the most appropriate. As she connected the magnetic device on the car's door, the alarm started to beep loud. He slapped her hard on the face.

“Your bitch! Do it again and you’re dead,” he said, pressing the gun against her head again.

“I’m not familiar with recent car models, jackass. I’ve spent eight years out of picture, in case you don’t remember!”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up!”

Griffin punched her hard in a place he knew it would inflict her a lot of pain. In the place she had been recently operated. Mona fell on the ground, squirming in pain. So much pain she started feeling sick.

“Get up!"

"Fuck you!”

“I said…” he attacked her again, landing a kick at the side of her body. “Get up!"

Noticing the strange motion, a neighbor turned on the lights and observed through the front window.

"Look what you've done," Griffin opened the car's door, then forced Mona to stand up and enter the car. "One more trick and I'll kill you."

Still pointing the gun at her, the young doctor made her hotwire the car and drive to his house. The pain in her abdomen was still so intense Mona could barely focus.

"Allison..." she thought, closing her eyes. She needed to act carefully. When Allison and her dad returned home, they'd know something was wrong.

By her side, Griffin was sweating and acting like crazy.

"You're like a fucking ghost," he shouted. "I never had a place in her heart because of you. She called for you in her sleep, all the time. Once she had this high fever and she began to hallucinate, saying she loved you! And there were those stupid letters... she never wrote anything similar for me..."

"My bad," Mona smirked.

She felt Griffin's nails digging deep into her arm's skin.

"Get cocky as much as you want... In the end I'll win, either way you'll never see Allison again."

"That's what we'll see," Mona thought. She observed, waiting for a moment of distraction where she could take that gun from Griffin's hands.

"It's here," he announced after a few minutes. "Keep driving, to the garage."

They entered a mansion in Santa Monica. Leaving the car, Griffin distracted himself for a second, while he unlocked a door that lead to the basement. Mona decided to take that one chance, she went for his left arm, trying to disarm him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Griffin turned around abruptly, hitting her in the forehead with the gun's handle. As blood started streaming down her face from a cut, Mona felt dizzy from the blow. Her entire body was weak. She was about to pass out.

"Get up," he forced her to stand up again, holding her tightly to support her body.

They started walking down a stair. Mona had difficult to keep balance, almost falling several times. Griffin opened another door, the light inside made her eyes hurt. Through the unsteady vision, she managed to distinguish as a laboratory.

"There's she, dad," he announced, releasing her from his grip. Mona fell on the ground. "It was a lot of work to get her, but I kinda had fun."

"Mona!" She heard a familiar voice, distantly. "What have you done to her?"

"Allison..." Mona mumbled, noticing she approached.

"O-Oh my god! Y-You're going to be okay... it's only a concussion... I'm going to take care of you."

Feeling her touch was a confirmation Mona wasn't hallucinating. She fought a smile.

"Allison, get up!" Griffin yelled. "You're my fiancée and you're coming with me."

"Over my dead body!" Allison argued.

"If you don't come with me, I'm gonna kill her right now, in front of you."

He drew his gun again.

Mona felt a kiss on her cheek. A few tears dropped from Allison's eyes, getting mixed with the blood on her face.

"I'm coming back," Allison whispered. "Stay strong."

"Allison, I..." Mona tried to speak, but it was too late, Griffin had grabbed Allison by the shoulders, dragging her away. She still could her cries and appeals getting distant. Until they were completely silenced. A moment later, a male voice spoke.

"It seems like it's only you and me now."

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Looking at the sky, starting to show the first rays of morning, Allison couldn't stop crying. Her thoughts were driving her to insanity. What would Dr. Carlson do with Mona now? And Detective Wheeler... she wondered if the Carlsons had found a way to silence him too.

"Stop crying," Griffin told her, as they arrived at the airport in his father's car. "People will notice."

She scowled at him, before opening a false grin.

"You have no idea how happy I am to be here, my love," she said, ironically.

"Watch your tone. Act more natural."

A private jet was already waiting for them. As they passed through the airport, Allison desperately looked into people's eyes, attempting to show signs she was being taken against her will. She looked at the police officers, hoping they'd have more knowledge to read her signs.

Nobody noticed. Within minutes, she was inside the jet in Griffin's company.

"What do you plan to do when we arrive?" Allison asked.

Griffin didn't answer. She insisted.

"Are you going to kill me? If you are, just do it. Save me from the pain of looking at this disgusting playboy face of yours."

"I'm making you my wife. And we'll be happy, have our house and children, the way it was always supposed to be."

Allison let out a sarcastic laugh.

"God, you're completely crazy. How didn't I notice before?"

"I'm not crazy, Allison. You were letting your feelings for that criminal get in our way. But now she's gone, you'll finally have eyes for me."

"You won't be able to imprison me forever," Allison argued. "Someday I'm going to escape. And I'll go back to Mona again. She's the one I always loved, just deal with it."

"Don't waste your time," Griffin smirked. "At this time, my dad has probably gotten rid of her already."

Allison swallowed hard, wondering what Griffin meant by that. She remembered the shape Mona was in last time she saw her, barely conscious. She wouldn't be able to do nothing to save herself in that state. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Champagne?" Griffin smiled again, getting himself a drink.

Allison needed a plan to return and warn the police. Griffin was cold, selfish and had a big ego, that was his strongest weakness. She needed to appeal to this side of him. She walked closer, embracing him from behind.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm kinda shaken up after finding out about the performance enhancers. But... if you could make me understand, if you proved that you really love me..."

"Oh Allison," he started telling. "It's my father's biggest project. He's so proud of his findings, about how he could help these young guys to accomplish their goals. It's a great source of income too."

"Really? Maybe you can show me when we arrive. I'll be glad to help you in this research, if it's so important to you and your dad."

Griffin smiled, looking straight into her eyes. Allison needed to keep acting.

"I... Mona really messed up with my head. She seduced me, then convinced me to break up with you."

"Did she?" He turned around, raising his eyebrow, interested to hear.

"She's not even half of the person you are. How could I even consider leaving you, with such a successful career and a wealthy life..." Allison caressed his chest, "for her. A former criminal, that can't even get herself a job."

"Now you're coming back to your senses. I bought you something, to prove you my love."

He took a small box from his pocket, containing a ring even more expensive than the first one. Allison opened a grin, before kissing his lips passionately. Her hands traveled down to his waist, searching for his gun. Discreetly, Allison took it.

"Stop this fucking jet right now," she pushed him away and pointed the pistol at him.

"Allison, what are you doing? Give it back."

"No. And if you take another step, I swear I'll shoot you."

"Fuck! We were going so well!"

Griffin grabbed her wrists, trying to retrieve the gun from her hands. Allison elbowed him hard in the stomach. He pushed her to the floor, pinning her down.

"Allison, stop... you're gonna kill us... give me the gun..."

"Never!" She kept fighting, resisting to let the pistol go.

A loud bang echoed in the entire jet. Griffin stood up, looking at Allison in horror.

"L-Look what you've done. I... I didn't..."

She didn't really notice what was going on until her shoulder started to burn in pain. She had been hit.

"Hmfff..."

Allison winced in pain. But she couldn't let it prevent her from stopping the jet and return to save Mona. Mona risked her life for her, multiple times. She owed her everything.

"Let me check it," Griffin approached. "It seems to have just grazed your shoulder."

That was an opportunity she couldn't miss. Ignoring the pain completely, she kicked him hardly between his legs.

"Your bitch!" He screamed. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you."

Allison wasted no time. As he was vulnerable, she hit him with a punch in the nose and several other kicks. When he dropped the pistol, she grabbed it again.

"Lay on the floor," she ordered.

Griffin lunged in her direction, ready to attack her again. Allison aimed, closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

"Nooooo," he cried loud in pain. She opened her eyes, confirming she had successfully shot his knee, what should be enough to slow him down.

While he was on the floor, Allison tied both of his hands behind his back, immobilizing him as the jet made its way back to the airport. When it landed, the police was already waiting to arrest Griffin. Detective Wheeler was also there.

"Allison! You're hurt, oh my god."

"It was nothing, dad."

"How didn't I noticed the monsters these men were?" He wiped some tears from her cheeks.

"How did you find me anyways?" Allison asked.

"This kid named Leon, he called me. Ask me to meet him in Gramercy Park. After I watched that video, I went home to find you and Mona, but... I only found her car. When you called me, saying you were leaving to New Zealand, I already knew you were in danger."

"Dad," Allison began to sob in his arms. "W-We need to go. I think Dr. Carlson did something to Mona... last time I saw her, she was not okay..."

"I'll ask a team to rescue her. I'm taking you to a hospital."

"No! I'm going with you."

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After passing out for a while, Mona finally woke up. Her head still hurt, though it felt a lot better. Her vision was also back to normal and she regained some strength. Attempting to get up, she noticed her arms and legs were restrained to a hospital bed. Her vitals were also being displayed on a monitor.

"You finally woke up," Dr. Carlson said, working behind a desk. "I was beginning to get worried."

"What do you want from me, psycho?" She asked.

"I was hoping you could help me."

"Tell me your price."

"My performance enhancer," he came to her direction with a syringe in hands. "I need to conduct some final tests before leaving to New Zealand."

Mona remained silent. Still confused by the concussion, she tried to remember what Krista explained to Brian in the previous night.

"I injected you a small amount. Unfortunately, you showed no sensitivity."

"Yeah, unfortunately. Dying for drug usage is all I ever wanted."

"I'd like to study better this side effects. But..." he rolled up her jacket's sleeve. "I still can test what happens to the body for overuse."

"No," Mona thrashed on the bed, attempting to free herself. "Let me go, you bastard!"

"I can't, my dear. You know too much."

He held her arm still, inserting the needle in her veins. The content made Mona feel a tingling sensation all over her arm.

"Don't worry, it won't last too long," Dr. Carlson assured her. "I made a concentrated sample to test on you."

Mona relaxed her body, letting her head rest on the pillow. She thought about her mom. Right now she should be flying back to New York. She didn't even had a chance to say goodbye or tell her how much she loved her.

And Allison... this time she failed to protect her. Griffin took her to New Zealand, where he'd probably keep her captive and do her the most horrible things. She should've told her how she felt back in Gramercy Park, or even in the very first day, when they met at the hospital.

A single tear escaped from her eyes. Dr. Carlson watched her expectantly behind his table, just waiting for her body to start to collapse.

"See, my dear?" He smiled. "You shouldn't have tried to play tough against me. You may have a reputation, but me... I'm an expert playing this game."

"Wrong, doctor. I knew you could play dirty. I made several copies of that flash drive... you're going down. I won."

Even if he hid it too well, Mona could see her words caused an impact on him.

Her heart rate began to get unstable, causing some discomfort.

"We're almost there," Dr. Carlson laughed, satisfied. "After you die, I'm placing your body in Griffin's car. I'll abandon it somewhere, and when the police find you, they'll think you committed suicide, after failing to resist your old habits."

His laughs were muffled by the laboratory's door slamming open. Mona raised her head, expecting it to be the police but...

"Get away from my daughter, your son of a bitch!"

"David?" She was surprised to see her father, especially armed. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm saving you. You accidentally called me last night, I heard the entire altercation you had with his son. Then, I tracked his location by the keychain in your pocket. All of them have an integrated GPS to prevent theft."

“To be saved by daddy,” Mona rolled her eyes. “One less item in my bucket list.”

“Save your sarcasm for later, okay?” David helped her to get rid of the restraints. “We have to go.”

"Can you call an ambulance? He... he injected a lot of his drug on me."

"Right now."

As David requested an ambulance, Mona looked at the door, where Dr. Carlson was ready to escape.

"David!" She yelled. "He's running away."

"Oh no, he isn't," he turned around, pointing his gun at Dr. Carlson.

Without thinking twice, Mona's father pulled the trigger, shooting Dr. Carlson's hand and preventing him from opening the door.

"Nice shot," Mona said.

"Uh... It was accidental." David lamented, while he kept Dr. Carlson immobilized.

Mona attempted to sit down, but the effort only made her feel worse. She had trouble breathing and her heart seemed to be exploding inside her chest.

"Hey, stay put. The ambulance will be here in a minute. You need to stay calm, breath in and out slowly."

She did as David said, but it was useless, she felt suffocated. Dr. Carlson started laughing.

"You're too late, David. Her body is failing. It's a matter of minutes before she..."

David silenced the doctor with a punch on his jaw.

"Badass," Mona smiled to her father.

"Not as much as you."

The door opened and a group of cops entered the laboratory, immediately handcuffing Dr. Carlson and taking him under arrest. Together with them, Mona spotted Detective Wheeler and Allison.

"Mona!" Allison rushed to her, in tears. "Y-You're going to be okay. The ambulance is here, they're taking you to the hospital. I'll be with you, okay?"

"Allison," Mona squeezed her hand tightly, "He... injected me... a lethal dose. But... I’m glad to see you.”

"You'll get tired of seeing me soon. We'll never be apart again, not even for a minute. And there's our celebration, remember? There's a question you wanted to ask me."

"Our celebration is officially cancelled... I..."

"Don't you even dare to say that," Allison pressed a kissed on her lips. “Everything will be alright this time. Nothing or no one will separate us.”

"I know I... I suck at his, but... I love you," Mona said as they parted.

Allison smiled, caressing her cheek. She was about to say something but Mona couldn’t hear it. Reality became too distant, as she fell unconscious.

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Allison followed to the hospital in the ambulance. The paramedics did all the procedures to revert Mona's cardiac arrest, but she was still highly unstable. She could no longer see her when they arrived at the hospital.

After having her shoulder patched, she sat down at the waiting room with her dad and Mona's. Her mother arrived shortly, crying desperately and blaming each one of them, especially Mr. Wheeler.

Some time later, she went searching for anybody that could inform her about Mona's state, being closer to her fighting parents was only making her more anxious and insecure. A doctor she previously worked with, during her internship, invited her in to his office. He explained Mona was given an antidote, but her vitals were still unstable and she also had a seizure.

"What are her chances?" Allison asked, holding herself to not cry.

"It was a very concentrated sample of the drug. Dr. Carlson really intended to kill her."

"But... she can pull through, can't she?"

"Allison," the doctor sighed. "It's up to her body to react now and succeed to expel the drug from her system. But considering she went through a surgery lately... her health is kinda fragile."

He didn't know Mona so well as she did. Allison knew how strong she was. She'd fight until the end to survive. She was sure of it.

She entered the room, where Mona was lying in bed, unconscious and with a lot of wires plugged on her body, to monitor her vitals and help her to breath.

Allison grabbed her hand and whispered softly.

"Please, Mona. Come back to me. You didn't even give me a chance to say it back but... I love you too."

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Note: Don't worry, I won't be pulling the PB on Mona. Our cinnamon roll deserves only the happiest ending.

[just-another-fangirl-16]

I'm so sorry this is so late @myladyladybug !! I literally waited till the last minute to post it, after writing this like 10 different times and reviewing them exhaustively. English is not my first language and even if I wrote a lot of fanfiction in the past, all of them were in Spanish and none of them were from the Miraculous fandom. This is my very first English One-Shot and my very first ML story so I'm super nervous to post it. But well, I wrote this for you: A Lukanette Aged Up AU without any character death and no mention of the characters you dislike. I tried to write it fluffy but you'll need to judge it yourself, I'm usually more on the drama boat so I think I failed miserably.

I wish you an awesome 2019! Hoped you had happy holidays this December 😊. @mlsecretsanta

At first sight

Word count: 1861

She knocked on the door twice and waited. Soon, she heard calm steps walking towards her and with a 'click' from the door's lock Juleka appeared in front of her.

"Thanks for coming, Mari. You are a life's saver", she let her in with a sigh of relief.

"Not a problem, Juleka. Hope I can help" she held up a big bag in front of her with confidence "Now, show me the poor victim".

Both girls walked together to Juleka's room, where she had a black dress with a big rip on one side.

"I helped Mom with a few things in her boat last Thursday and the dress got stuck in one of the wooden doors." Marinette inspected the fabric carefully, listening to Juleka's story without looking at her directly "Rose gave me this dress for my birthday, so it would mean a lot if you can do something to fix it."

Marinette left the dress on Juleka's desk and searched for something in her bag. "Don't worry Jule, I'll get this fixed for you. Can I work here?"

"Oh! Will you do it now? I thought you'll need to take the dress back home..."

"No need, it shouldn't take much time. This can be done in... twenty minutes? Tops. Maybe."

Juleka looked at the clock in her wall and bit a little her lower lip, looking guilty "Do you mind if I leave you alone here while I take a shower?" Marinette smiled at her and denied with her head "My brother is going to pick me up in around 30 minutes. There's a family dinner with Mom today. My place is between his and Mom's so..." She left the idea in the air and scratched her left arm, embarrassed.

"You should hurry up then, don't worry about me!" she was comparing two black spools of thread against the fabric. Ignorant of the girl's anguish.

"Sorry Mari, I made you come all the way here to work and I'm not even gonna make you company"

"Hey, I mean it, don't worry!" She laughed it off with her hand "We can go out one of these days to catch up"

"We must. Thanks Mari, you are the best. I'll hurry up" Marinette was soon alone in the room.

She started to hum a song, working happy to help a friend. Immersed in her thoughts and with the mix noise of water running in the next room, she didn't hear the knock on the main door. She didn't notice the keys that opened it and much less the steps in the corridor.

...

Luka woke up early that day. Ever since he moved on his own, when he was 21, her mother demanded a family dinner per month.

7 years now with the tradition and counting. Juleka also moved on her own last year so her mother became more emphatic on punctuality: "Every minute late is a minute of me without you."

So he didn't think Juleka would mind for him to arrive early this time. Although, he probably caught her in the shower because nobody was opening the door. Gladly, he had a duplicate of her keys so entering was not a problem. He walked to her room and was about to knock when a sound caught his attention.

It was a cute melody, so he stopped to pay attention. It was not a song he had heard before, but the happy humming inspired him. He took the guitar he was carrying at his back and slowly opened the door.

A young woman was sewing there, completely oblivious of his presence.

The strings of his guitar started to dance following Marinette's humming, which startled her and made her to suddenly stop. Luka kept moving his fingers and walked towards the bed, to give Marinette a little concert with the song she just inspired.

Amazed by the beautiful sound, she paid attention to the handsome boy that just appeared out of nowhere.

She didn't even notice when he stopped to play.

"Luka Couffaine, Juleka's brother" he said, extending his hand to her. "Should I assume you're my sister's girlfriend?" He winked at her, playing around. He knew whoever this girl was, she couldn't be Rose.

"Yes" she said stretching his hand, Luka couldn't hide his surprise. "I mean no" she denied quickly with her head "I'm a-a f-friend and I'm a girl but I'm not a g-girlfriend" she explained, moving her hands frantically.

Luka gave her a playful smile "Not a girlfriend for any girl or for any boy?"

"Not a g-girlfriend for anybody right now, single Marinette" she hit her forehead "I mean! Only Marinette!"

Luka gave her a soft laugh. "Well Only Marinette, where are you hiding my sister?"

The shower was not running anymore, so Juleka was probably going to appear anytime soon. She looked at the clock "She's getting ready. You got here early"

"I knocked at the door but nobody opened it"

She looked at him embarrassed. Why was he smiling that much? Was he mocking at her? "Sorry, I didn't hear it"

"It's not a problem, I have her keys" he played a little with his guitar "I also ignore everything else when I'm focused on something."

"I-Is just that I'm trying to finish this up quickly for her. I guess I really forgot about everything else." She said, giving him her back while returning her attention to the dress.

Bad move, though. She didn't know Juleka's brother had no respect for personal space. She jumped startled when he moved his head to look over her shoulder.

"Is that my sister's dress?"

"Y-Yes, I'm fixing it" she said, almost choking with her own saliva.

"Oh. It's looking good. She'll be happy, it was a gift."

"Thank you, I know how important this is for her." she said, geniuly happy with the compliment. Luka returned to his sit in the bed. She decided it was rude to give him her back anyway, so she forgot the dress behind her and tried to start a conversation.

"Is that a Jagged Stone t-shirt?"

Luka seemed surprised "You know him?"

"It's my favorite artist. He had a talent to match my mood with his songs all the time"

"What were you humming when I got in?"

Marinette cheeks went a bit red "Nothing, really... I'm happy to help, and sometimes I hum out of the blue"

Something moved inside Luka when he saw the color in her cheeks during her little confession, it was somehow adorable. If she were a little girl it would be cute but since the woman in front of him was a gorgeous one, it actually took his mind out for the not-so-inocent fantasy land "You know, I got inspired by your humming" she looked at him with wide eyes, "and since I write songs to make for a living, I would like to keep my inspiration close by"

Marinette tilted her head a little, not getting the full message. She didn't had time to process it though, Juleka interrupted the conversation.

"Luka, you came early today" she fist bumped him with a little smile "I see you met each other. Marinette, he's my older brother Luka. Luka, she's my friend from college, Marinette.

Juleka walked to get a sight of the dress "Were you able to work or did my brother interrupted you?"

He did interrupted her. But she wouldn't say that. "It is taking me a bit more than from what I expected" she said, standing up and putting back her things in her bag, including the dress "You two should go now, I'll continue at home and will call you when the dress is ready"

"Are you sure? We can wait" Luka spoke, looking a bit guilty, maybe also thinking he did interrupted her.

She wouldn't be able to finish the dress with him there anyway. That was a fact. Even without speaking his presence altered her guts somehow. "Don't, really, enjoy dinner guys. I'll call you when it is done, Jule"

"I did interrupted you. Let me at least walk you to the door" Luka left his guitar behind and took Marinette's bag with a smile.

Juleka sent him a funny look. Was he thinking clearly? He was about to help her carry her bag for like 10 steps until they reach the main door.

She was about to say something when Marinette's sweet and quiet "Thank you" interrupted her. The funny look quickly changed to a sweet one.

After seeing them disappear from the room, she decided that she would repay Marinette's help soon.

...

As a 25 year old woman who was finishing her career and without an official job yet, Marinette didn't move out like most of her friends and was still living in the bakery's second floor. Sometimes, she also helped her parents by attending the customers. That was one of those days.

With her hair carelessly held in a bun, she was counting the remaining croissants in order to tell her dad how many more he needed to bake for the day.

She was trying to not miss a single one so she was oblivious to the external world, as always. She didn't notice the so familiar ring from the main door and neither the foot steps approaching her.

"Anyone would say that you are sewing"

She would now recognize that voice anywhere.

"Luka! I thought Juleka would come for her dress"

"Nice to see you remembered my name, Only Marinette" he winked at her "She got busy with something, so she asked me to come in her place"

"Alright, here you go" she got a paper bag from under the counter and push it towards him across the table "Please let her know if something's wrong with it again to just tell me and I'll fix it"

"Sure, thank you." He was about to leave the bakery when a thought made him to stop. "Oh, by the way, can you stay still for a second?"

She looked at him with curiosity but stayed still while his hand approached her face. A finger caressed her cheek. She felt her face on fire when he licked it with a flirty smile.

"You had powdered sugar there." He winked again and she remained freeze in her place. "I'll see you around, Inspiration. One of these days I'll take you out for dinner."

With that, he exited the bakery humming her song.

She noticed her mother presence a little to late.

"Who was that handsome boy, sweetie?"

"Juleka's older brother"

"He seems to like you" Was her mother teasing her?

"M-Me? No! He's just... He's just..."

"Just what?"

"Just incredible hot" she hit her forehead with the counter, hiding her face from her mom. She heard her laugh. "Is that even legal?"

"I don't know, Inspiration" Marinette looked like a tomato after hearing the nickname from her mother's mouth. "But please count those croissants, your father needs the number." Her mother disappeared behind the kitchen's door.

Marinette sighed in embarrassment and got back to work. But she quickly overpassed the embarrassment with joy, and started to hum with a smile at the little croissants.

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Hope you like it!

[aloy97]

Castiel X miky “ you love her”

* first of all i wanted to tell you   guys that  ENGLISH is not my language, second ths is the second time i wrote this, becuase MY FUUUUUCKING PHONE HAS DECIDE TO DELETE ALL  THE DIALOGUES I’VE WROTE, AND NO I HAVEN’T  SAVE  the  story ..I wanna cry so bad.Third this is the first time i wrote something  “ canon” i’d love to read so bad.So be patient with  me and don’t hit me if  what i wrote  is not properly correct..It means  a lot to me yet be capable to comunicate with  the american community*

let’s staaaaart ( for the GOD DAMNT SECOND TIME)

four days are passed after the party, so close to tell him  something but so far to do it.God   hasen’t allow me to  speak in that occasion and now i regret it.She has now what from the beginning wanted and nobodye can change this. Not me, not my friends, nobodye else.

And now i am sit here staring my  room’s wall, while yeelen is with sibylle, i dont’ neither contact  alexy or  chani,since ME and rosalya   doesn’t spoke plus or less   about 2 months... She has  fuckt up  our friendship with her silly costrictions and now she has to raise her child, with his fucking perfect life..Alexy hasen’t time to lose with me, he  has to think at  his relationship, not mine. My relationship  is end almost 4 years, and it will never begin again.Chani has to study history now and she’s not definitely  interested in my business. I HAVE nobody , but i deserve this, i don’t even search someone  for vent me.While i was lost in my thoughts someone  knocked  3 times at my door.I’ve had just the time to turn around and see  priya, she was angry, perhaps with me.*

P:  so are you alive uh?* she says staring me  badly, with a hand resting on the side * you know, i don’t like who avoids me without any motivation but what i hate the most is when someone choose to put his friends aside..Have you ever think that maybe someone could   remain hurted   if you act in that way?.What’s wrong with you?* sighed a little putting her hands on my sholders*

M: * i stared at  her with a worried and hurted face, while my heart starts to  beat to fast, like i was ranning and  fall instantly* i...   he... i .. i mean... i just wanted... *    hot tears from my eyes  starts to fall and crossing my cheeks, while my hands are shaking i can’t event spoke with miss ninja, it hurts so bad*

P:* she  observs me arching an eyebrow  for few minutes, until i find  myself near to her chest and her arms around my body..One of her hands starts to cuddle my head so gently that   after 10 minutes of intensively crying i  calm*  slow down little girl,tell me everything this i not  for sure stress..You have argue with castiel right?... don’t   try to lie i know for sure you’re crying  for that...

M:  fine is for that... we  have argue with nathaniel at the cosy bear cafe’s kitchen for something i am still trying to figure out...But  everything is usless now, nothing can change  the situation, amber, has lied to me 4 months ago  told me she has lost interest at him.

P:   you were crying for that  so...I think you have misunderstood what amber feels for him... Don’t you think si better to clarify this  whole mess instead of crying and yelling things you didn’t even know for sure?...I mean, you know castiel, he’s definitely not the type who make things and don’t  think 100 times before  to do other...Unless you don’t want that i  made i a  little conversation with him...* she stands up and  went near the door  to  open it...I don’t know neither why, my feets  started to walk by them selfs and  i block firmly the door with a hand*

M: don’t you dare priya!!, please this whole situation   brings nothing!!!* i yelled at her, while a few steps from the principal corridor getting closed more and more, until someone doesn’t try to open the door*

P: sorry but i have to do it,is for  your own good* prya  pushes me and opens the door*

C: hi girls...* he look at me for a few seconds before  prya goes out* i am assuming i have to talk to you mimi... * mimi was my fist nickname he give’s me when we were a couple*

M: m-mimi??* i repeat while castiel close the door and sits  on my bed*

C: uhm are you deaf Mimi?, is what i’ve  said ...So.. tell me.. why are you crying and why you have a face smilar to a sad dog...

M:* as if it is easy  says” i am jealous  dick head” * what can change if i tell you the exact reason...

C: it depens , but i am pretty sure why you’re crying and i think if i am correct that i’ve to delete what i’ve promess my self...

M: w-what you have promess your self ?

 C: don’t make me lose time, you  know perfectly what i was taliking about..* he stands up and  starts to getting closer to me* and i am sure is even what you wanted...

M:  WHY you don’t do the same with amber!!!!!!!!* i scram to his face while my tears starts to fall again* why you have to do this after 4 days!!!!, why you don’t do this before?

C: let me think, first of all you were hiding at last 4 days and i was convinced you were mad at me, second we have argued, third  i would came here even  without your   consens..

M: and fourth you are a fucking dick head!

C: yes and 5 * he grabps my waist and  force me to getting close to him..His lips bites mine before to  kiss me passionately...   *

M: d-double dick head!* i blush intensively before  of putting my head near his chest*

* make sure guys to read this thing not using a pc or computer, because idk why there are a lot of emoticon   that replace what i’ve wrote*

[shadowedlamplight]

Sophistry

So I wrote this a while ago when I first saw @novaedream‘s amazing Logan/Deceit fusion, and after some hemming and hawing I finally decided to post it. This is based just on what came to my mind when I saw the picture, not any headcanons that were posted after. Hope it came out okay!!

Summary: When Logan and Deceit fuse, the others have to deal with the result. But Roman finds himself remarkably... unsettled. If only he could remember the meaning of that word!

Word Count: 1220 Warnings: Body horror, fusion, open ending, threatening characters; let me know if I should add any others

AO3 Link

"HOLY MOTHER–"

Roman stops short in the hallway, staring at the figure in the doorframe. Virgil crashes hard into him, and Patton isn't far behind. The soft gasp a moment later tells him he's there, but Roman can't stop staring at this... thing.

"Hello," it—he?—speaks from the gaping maw at its throat. Its voice is soft and low.

They had heard strange noises, a crash and a shout, then a shot of bright, blinding light from around the corner. Logan's room.

"H-hello," Patton says meekly in return. Roman hazards a glance to see he's trying to look brave, though the twitch in his jaw says he's clearly nervous. Virgil hasn't said a word (Roman doesn't think he will), but his fists are clenched and he's sure that Virgil's gone pale under his foundation.

The thing takes a step closer. When Roman had gotten there he was angled just enough to be able to see them, the three eyes on his left side wide and surprised, but as he turns to face them fully Roman sees exactly what’s happened. Who exactly this is.

Where on the left side his glasses are shattered, the right side is intact, but it’s... all wrong somehow. And not just the lack of a right eye, though that’s also unsettling. Roman doesn't have the words to describe it. (Logan would, his brain shouts before he can silence it.) Even so, that wrongness is palpable. He can feel it in his bones. It sets him on edge.

A tie. A cape. A white shirt underneath and the rest all black. Eyes down one side of his face, all out of proportion, disturbing blankness on the other. And are those scales or a code trailing from his temple? Roman hadn't thought they could do this anymore. None of them had tried since Thomas was in middle school, but perhaps it was his recent fixation with Steven Universe that had made it–

Virgil clears his throat. Roman's eyes dart over. That's a surprise. Virgil is staring the thing straight in the eyes, or at least some of them.

"So. Logic and Deceit, huh?" The slight tremor in his voice says he's forcing himself to stay calm, keeping that panicked double-voice at bay. Roman is glad for it—this is nerve-wracking enough already. "What are you then?"

Roman stares as the fusion's head tilts, considering the question. He hums, both mouths closed, and aside from the extra eyes and strange scales he almost looks normal. But then the tongue from his throat (dear God, it's a cord) darts out, like a serpent scenting the air, then flicks back like it's licking its lips, and disappears again.

His human mouth, if it can be called that, opens when he speaks this time. The voice is deeper and almost lilting, but much clearer. "I am... Sophistry."

That word strikes a chord in Roman and he stiffens, because he knows it, he knows that word, but from where he can't remember. It's just out of his reach, and it sends a chill down his spine.

"Okay, Sophistry," Patton says slowly, and Roman looks over at him. "How did this happen? Do you remember?"

Patton and Virgil both look confused, Virgil far more defensive. But it's clear neither of them recognizes the word.

"Not particularly," Sophistry's throat says. "It all happened very fast, and my mind hasn't quite recalibrated yet."

"Well... Well it might not," Patton titters, rocking on the balls of his feet with nervous energy. Are they not questioning the mechanical language here? "New fusions are–"

"The least stable," the mouth cuts in swiftly. "I know. I simply meant that I'm still unsure in this form. Perhaps it will come back to me."

Sophistry attempts something of a smile, the edges of his mouth ticking up, but his eyes are cold, searching; without the emotion that either Logan or Deceit would usually have. It's unsettling. They blink briefly, all at different angles. Roman thinks he might be sick.

He can hear Virgil's throat working as he swallows next to him. "So you're gonna stay, then?" He asks, probing. "You're going to stay fused?"

"I might," the mouth says, high and considering.

The throat cuts in, "It would be interesting to see how Thomas functions with a fusion after so many years."

"It could also be dangerous." Virgil's voice is hard. "It has been years. His mind might not be able to handle a fusion after all this time, especially–"

"What?" Sophistry's throat asks softly. "Between opposing traits? Or because Logan is a Core?"

His mouth smiles stiltedly again. "That's the best way to find out. Any reaction will be big. I know what I'm doing."

Roman doesn't point out that a second ago Sophistry himself acknowledged that he was unstable. His mind is still stuck, because he knows, he knows that word.

"Besides," the mouth continues, and that plug-like tongue flicks out again as he speaks. "I'm the result of both Logan and Deceit, who are each intelligent and clever in their own ways. They're both within me, so I'm just as smart and capable."

"I just need to regain my bearings," the throat says, low and pliant. Roman has to admit, he has a point, but something just isn't…

It hits him like a bolt of lightning down his spine.

Sophistry. Shakespeare. He and Logan had discussed it not long ago, arguing about Iago’s power as a villain; Logan going on and on about rhetoric and logical fallacies and–

"Sophistry," Roman finally speaks up, the word coming out like a revelation. All eyes turn to him. (And Sophistry's head doesn't move. His eyes just dart like a lizard spotting its meal.) "Originally coming from Greek to mean 'wise man,' in English it refers to the use of a false argument to trick or mislead." He's quoting Logan verbatim, looking for a reaction, and he sees Sophistry's eyes narrow. Roman lifts his chin proudly and continues, even as nerves stir in his belly.

"Especially using a fact to prove a point, even though you know the point itself is false," he finishes deliberately. He stares the fusion down. "You don't know a thing about this form. And you'll not be 'experimenting' with Thomas' mind any time soon."

The hallway goes still. Sophistry is still watching him, narrowed eyes piercing. From the corner of his eye Roman can that Patton has gone stiff, and Virgil moves slightly closer, standing taller. Roman appreciates the support.

Then Sophistry's mouth twitches like he's going to smile again, but instead both jaws open wide, teeth bared in sharp, angular grins.

"That's very good, Roman," they say together, and the voices in harmony turn Roman's blood cold. "I see you remember your conversation with Logan. He's very pleased at that. Proud, even." Sophistry shifts, moving closer to Roman, facing him head on. His eyes have gone wide again, almost delighted. He's a caricature of anything that should ever be in Thomas' mind. "And that was a clever deduction. Nobody does give you enough credit for the way you think. But I have to ask."

That snake-like tongue flicks by his cheek. Sophistry tilts his head as he bares his teeth in another pair of feral grins, and his voices ring again.

"How do you plan to stop me?"

[qzwrites]

fakey bullshit bodyswap

did i screw myself by getting overly invested in these extremely fucked up porn ocs? yes i fucking did here’s the warnings for this story (and the end of it is the outline for the rest of the story that....i may not ever write but goddammit it has a whole fucking Arc)

#sibling incest #age difference #teacher-student relationship #sexual harassment #nsfw text

whoo

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"Sadie," someone said, and Sadie groaned. Then she frowned to herself and opened her eyes, because something was wrong with her voice. She was in Ben's room and her arm seemed thicker and--she was standing over herself, looking worried.

"What the hell," she muttered, and touched her throat. There was more of an Adam's Apple there than she was used to. "What's going on?" she asked the person wearing her face.

"I'm Ben," said the person who looked like her. "I don't know what happened." She--he, if it was Ben--crossed his arms, winced, and adjusted his arms around the boobs he wasn't used to having. "Please tell me you are Sadie and not some other person in my body."

"No, it's me," Sadie said. "I mean, I'm Sadie." She sat up and ran her hands down the front of her chest. "Man, that's weird," she said.

"We have to call out," Ben said. "We can't go to school like this."

She looked up at him. It was so weird seeing Ben's body language on her body. Was this what twins felt like? Well, maybe sometimes, but then, they were used to it. "Why not?" she asked. "You don't know me well enough to pretend to be me?"

Ben huffed, which made his breasts heave. Was it gay or just narcissistic to be distracted by what were technically your own boobs? "Of course I can act like you," he said. "But I haven't done the AP English reading."

"Oh my god," Sadie said, rolling her eyes, "you can fake it."

"I can't fake your handwriting," Ben said. "Maybe for a signature or a short thing, but if he has us write poetry or essays, we're both screwed."

"Well," Sadie said. "So? What's anyone going to do?"

Ben frowned. "Oh," he said.

"Besides, we don't know how this happened," she said, "so we don't know how to fix it. What if it lasts more than one day?"

"Oh, god," Ben said, groaning. He said, "I'm going to get dressed."

"Do you need help with the bra?" Sadie asked.

"Ha ha," Ben said over his shoulder, and went into the hall.

Sadie shook her head. She got out of Ben's bed and walked over to his dresser. All Ben's clothes were so boring. Ugh, and she'd have to wear pants. She grabbed his tightest t-shirt and the first pair of jeans she saw that counted for the uniform. She was hunting for his deodorant when she heard her brother, in her voice, call, "Okay, I guess I do need help with the bra."

She laughed and went to her room to find her brother straining and fumbling to get the back clasped. She glanced over his shoulder and saw part of the problem. "Ben, it's not going to fit if your boobs aren't in it."

"It was!" Ben protested. "But it fell out."

Sadie laughed and reached around him to tuck it into the cup. Ben squeaked, which was hilarious. "Just hold the front in place a sec," she said.

He did so, and muttered, "Can you not just grab them like that?"

"Why not, they're my boobs." She fastened the hooks where she usually wore this bra. She noticed he'd picked the cutest bra she had.

"Well at the moment, they're connected to my nerve endings," he said. His ears were pink. "And I'm not used to them."

If he had been anyone else, she would have continued to tease him, grabbed his chest or rubbed up against his ass. "I guess that's fair," she said. "Okay, all set back here, but you're going to need to shimmy."

"What," he said, turning to face her. She demonstrated. "Why?" he asked, looking alarmed.

"Easiest way to get them where they wanna be," she said. "It looks and feels weird to let them do it on their own."

Ben grumbled and turned away from Sadie to bend over and shimmy. Man, her body had a really nice ass.

"Alright," she said, "are you good?"

"I think so," Ben said. He turned back to her. "Okay?"

"Looks good to me," she said. "Uh, also, is there any underwear I should avoid?"

Ben nodded. "Yeah, I don't wear boxers to school this semester because I have gym."

"Aw, shit," Sadie said, and bit her thumbnail. "I forgot you had gym."

"If I can fake it through AP English, you can fake it in gym," Ben said, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, but what do I do in the locker room?" Sadie asked.

Ben grimaced. "Well don't stare at anyone."

"Uh!"

"And don't make that noise," he added, pained. "It's so girly."

"Right, right," Sadie said, "repress everything, don't make eye contact, get flustered by anyone cute who speaks to me. Got it."

Ben sighed. "Please take this seriously. And don't hit on any straight guys. I don't want you getting beat up."

"I wasn't going to hit on anyone," Sadie said. "I don't want to get laid in my brother's body, that's weird."

"Good," Ben said. "Hold onto that feeling. Now go get dressed."

And that left Sadie facing something she hadn't seen in nine years: her brother's dick. Her alarm--well, Ben's alarm--went off while she had all her clothes off. Walking across the room naked to turn it off was a little different, but not bad. She probably had it better than Ben when it came to walking around naked.

She thought about not looking, about just putting clothes on and going about her day, but like...all her willpower was accounted for, and she didn't have any left over for not ogling the body she was in. The fact she was already awake meant she had a little extra time, so she went over to the full-length mirror to do some perfectly harmless and private ogling.

She ran a hand through what was currently her chest hair and sighed. She made a face in the mirror at herself. God, this was so weird. Ben would look great in her usual makeup, though. They really had very similar features.

She realized she'd been absent-mindedly rubbing her crotch again, which was fine when she had genitals that didn't show through clothes. Now she had a chubby and had to live with it. Cis men complained about all the wrong things.

Ben pounded on her door and she jumped. He called, "I'm going to start cooking breakfast!"

"Okay!" she called back. Well, that worked well enough. Clearly Ben hadn't wasted any time ogling. His loss, her body was excellent.

She dressed and went out to the kitchen. Ben made scrambled eggs and sausage. Sadie fixed them coffee. Over breakfast, they talked about the classwork they didn't share and made plans on dealing with it.

"Oh shit," Sadie said while they were washing up. Ben glanced at her inquisitively. "I'm supposed to start my period this week," she said. Ben blanched. "Yeah," Sadie said. "So do you want a crash course on using the cup, or should I dig out some tampons?"

"Can't tampons, like, kill you?" Ben asked.

Sadie shrugged. "Only if they're not sterile or you leave them in too long," she said. "It's just that the cup has kind of a learning curve. You end up basically fisting yourself to get it out."

Ben looked ill. "Can we just hope we change back before it?"

"You'll be really screwed if you're not prepared," Sadie said. "I don't need you bleeding in all my clothes."

"Ugh," Ben said. "Tampons for now," he said, "the cup thing tonight?"

Sadie shrugged. "It's your period," she said, and Ben groaned.

Walking to the train station, Sadie said, "You do a very good me."

Ben sniffed, then looked over at her and grinned, a perfect Sadie grin. "We're outside, Ben," he said. Sadie rolled her eyes.

First period went fine. Luckily they knew each other's schedules, but it still took her a second to turn the right way to head to gym.

Gym was...rough. Finn commented on how "off" Ben was, and all Sadie could do was shrug, because they hadn't talked about telling anyone else. It felt really weird and uncomfortable to lie to Finn, who knew everything else about them.

In the hall on the way to Ben's next class, Dan asked why she had Sadie's phone, and Sadie made up a story about screwing up their data plan and switching. She texted it to Ben so they wouldn't contradict each other.

Lunch was actually great, because she had Gloria and Finn and Jordan all there. It was a little hard to keep up the Ben act, but he acted a lot like her when they were in a group.

In Chem, she got to see him. She walked over to her table to ask, "How are you doing?"

He shrugged one shoulder, a very Ben gesture. "Weird, but okay," he said. He lowered his voice, "I don't like the way Mr. Travis looks at me like this, though."

"Like what?" she asked.

He shrugged again, looking uncomfortable. "I don't know, it's just...different."

Chem was weird, because Sadie didn't know Ben's lab partner Celina very well. Then English was weird too, because they wrote practice essays. Mr. Travis stopped to give her a quirked eyebrow, but didn't otherwise comment on the "wrong" handwriting. The rest of the afternoon's classes went smoothly enough, though someone did ask why she was so fidgety. She wasn't used to pants anymore, having not worn them for years, and they were weird, especially with the new external genitals. But Ben hadn't worn a skirt since they were little and dressing up like each other, so it wasn't like she could even make an issue about the uniform policy's sexism.

The train ride home was weird, because someone got creepy and too close to Ben-in-Sadie's-body, and Sadie froze before she realized she was supposed to be Ben, and as far as anyone looking could tell, she was a guy. She yelled at him and he backed off, then she pulled Ben closer and asked how he was.

Red in the face, more like him and less like her pinking of the cheeks, he muttered, "Your body is stupid."

"Shit, did he touch you?" she asked.

"No, but it's all I could think about," he said. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder. "God, I'm so sorry."

She patted him. "It's okay, you get it now."

On the walk home, he complained that the breeze made him feel like he was flashing everyone. "And everything like, rubs together."

"Well, that's why you wear cute panties," she told him. "And I don't want to hear about rubbing when I'm wearing pants for you."

He rolled his eyes, and this time, it looked like him.

"Oh, hey," Sadie said. "Do you mind if we tell Finn?"

"Why?" Ben asked.

"I feel weird not telling him," Sadie said. "Like, we've never lied to him before."

He hummed thoughtfully. "I don't want him to think we're crazy," he said. "He won't believe us."

"He'd believe anything we told him," Sadie said. "Come on. What are you worried about?"

He was silent for a while, but had a look on his face Sadie recognized, so she let him think. "What if he knows," he said, "and he still treats us different?"

"You're worried he's sexist?" Sadie said.

"No! Ugh, I don't know," Ben said. He looked down at the sidewalk. "Never mind."

Sadie smiled. "I see how it is," she said. She nudged him with her elbow. "You're worried because of your crush on him."

He turned bright red. It was weirdly less satisfying to make him blush while he had her face. It wasn't that her face wasn't cute when it was all pink, it was just...different. "Excuse me if I don't want to see him with me but only when it's you."

Sadie scoffed. "Like that's going to happen," she said. "He's not even into me like that."

Ben rolled his eyes. "Don't be stupid," he said, "of course he is."

She frowned. "He's never said anything," she said.

"Did he say anything to Connie?" Ben asked. "He probably figures you'd say something."

"I did!" Sadie said. "God, I spent like, all of freshman year hitting on him!"

"Yeah, he didn't notice," Ben said. They turned onto their street. "You were still a little cagey freshman year."

"Well you could have said some--" Sadie snapped her mouth shut. "Anyway," she went on as if she hadn't said anything, "I don't know why you think he wouldn't be interested in you."

Ben rolled his eyes. "He's straight."

"Is he?" Sadie asked. "He's never said."

"'Never saying' means they're straight, Sa--surely," Ben said, because they were still outside and potentially could be overheard.

"Really," Sadie said, drily. "And have you ever said?"

Ben did have the good grace to blush at that. "That's different," he muttered.

"Is it," Sadie said. "Because for all we know, Finn thinks you're straight and that's why he's never made a move."

"Come on," Ben said. "There's no way he doesn't know I'm bi."

"He didn't realize I was hitting on him," Sadie said. "I love him, but he is really oblivious sometimes."

"I guess," Ben muttered. They reached their front yard, and he reached for his keys. Of course, he wasn't wearing his own pants or carrying his own keys in his pocket, so all he really did was slap his thigh. "Ugh," he said.

"I got it," Sadie said. Of course, then she had to fiddle with Ben's janky, poorly-cut key. Ben sighed deeply, a very good version of Sadie's own sarcastic overblown sigh.

Once inside, they traded bags so they had the right homework, and had a more or less normal evening.

Mr. Travis keeps Ben (in Sadie's body) after class

Ben actually tells him about the swap

fucks him anyway

tells Sadie about fucking Mr. Travis

she is astonished at his doctrine

also his hypocrisy how can he tell MR. TRAVIS and not want to tell FINN

he agrees it is only fair to let her fuck Mr. Travis too, if he will, which, Ben thinks, he definitely will

here is also when he talks about fucking Dan that one time, and probably also when Sadie calls him a penetration slut

I think also Sadie's hard for like. Half this conversation. She keeps complaining about it. Ben makes fun of her for having no self control

Sadie (in Ben's body) talks to Mr. Travis about fucking her, he agrees to stay after school for her

Sadie tells Ben about this and Ben decides to wait because they are playing with fucking fire tbh

Sadie and Mr. Travis actually spend a long time talking instead of fucking because they are jokes

They talk a lot about Ben bc see above

anyway they do have sex and Sadie is way too loud and she apologizes for being so sensitive and he's like Well I never thought I'd get to be one of your firsts so like. I'm good.

they talk afterward and Mr. Travis sort of. admits he's in love with Sadie

Mr. Travis also kind of knows Ben and Sadie are in love oops

Sadie actually brings up dating him but like. They can't keep doing this. And she reminds him how long it is until graduation

they're making out when Ben bangs on the door

Mr. Travis is mostly clothed, so he throws on more clothes and opens the door. ben barges in and locks the door behind him and tells them the custodian is on the way are you fucking done yet

he gets to "I told you so" sadie

Sadie tells him about maybe sort of agreeing to date Mr. Travis when they graduate

He gets Weird and Sad

when they get home Finn is already there bc they've been acting weird

Sadie blurts that bodyswap shit right out

also she drops the "we both fucked the same teacher" bomb

Finn is like a: omg b: oh thank god it's not me, you aren't avoiding me

I sort of forgot this part but Finn offers to date Ben so BEN doesn't feel left out, and Ben runs away bc it's overwhelming

sadie posits he's pms-ing. finn posits they (sadie and ben) need to like. Talk about Their Thing

Sadie goes and talks to ben and admits the whole thing and apologizes for always hurting him, she doesn't mean to but it's all she can do

they wind up crying and kissing and apologizing and kissing

finn comes in to check on them and is like Oh Good, but now HE looks sad

sadie nudges ben and ben tells finn he would really like to date him and finn asks if it's weird to date sadie too if they're cool

they're cool

so they have a big cuddle/makeout pile

which culminates in Sadie (still in Ben's body) and Finn double penetrating Ben (still in Sadie's body)

finn texts his parents that he's staying over and driving ben and sadie to school in the morning

nice cuddly sleepy times in ben's bed

they set the wrong alarms and wake up late after snoozing too many times

ben and sadie rush to dress but the clothes don't fit right

surprise they've swapped back

more crying and kissing and then going to school

THAT'S IT THAT'S THE ARC

but addendum: sadie lets mr. travis know they're back to normal and ben and sadie and finn spend some goddamn TIME making eyes and flirting at/with him

i think finn flirts the way i do: by talking about why he loves people and asking mr. travis why he loves sadie

i also envisioned that story hapening in the rain, with finn walking mr. travis to the car

[eenie-meenie-miney-moe]

AIDS NEEDS LOVE TO HEAL❤💉💊 (Negan x reader Drama one shot) (I have this idea from a turkish movie "İncir reçeli", I took a few scenes and quotes from the movie and created it with The walking dead" :), English is not my first language so sorry for grammar or word mistakes)

Y / N was one of Negan’s wives, but she was shy always. She was always away from him. One day, Negan gets very angry when Y / N did not want to hug him.

“Tell me what I’m doing wrong, I’m trying to win all your trust, I’m doing everything so you’re not afraid of me,” he shouted.

“I’ll do anything to make you love me,” his voice now trembled.

“After Lucille, my heart never hit for someone until you came”

Y / N eyes were watery, she held her tears back. He came closer to her and held her arms slightly.

“Please tell me why you do this to me?”

She still remained silent and could not even look into his eyes.

“Now say something and do not make me crazy,” he shouted

“I’d like to see everything from your perspective,” she said softly.

He moved away from her a bit.

“Do you know what you’re just thinking about yourself, you do not care what people feel around you”, he said

He raised his pointing finger and came very close to her face.

“You’re selfish!” He said furiously.

“I am HIV positive, and for you to understand I have AIDS,” she said suddenly.

Negan’s color went out of his face. His expression on his face changed. She walked away from him.

“You know what you’re selfish, you’re just thinking about yourself.”, she said.

“You’re fine, you have your fun, you’re happy. What about me, what about me?”

Tears flowed over her cheeks. He also had tears in his eyes. He waited a while.

“We can talk about it, the important thing is …” he said quietly, trembling.

He tried to touch her.

“Do not touch me, you know what important is, I loved someone for the first time, not like the other stupid characters I created in my brain, you were smelling and breathing…you were real,” she said, trembling.

“For a year, I’ve been saving your life you fool, but you know nothing about it, I did not want to give you hope, I just wanted to protect you, so I never came close to you”

“I’m so sorry darling,” he cried.

“I can not thank you enough, thanks to you I learned for the first time, how a nice feeling love is. I am sorry because I gave you hope”, she said.

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

They had not spoken a word to each other at night, nor had they looked into their eyes. They lay only side by side with their backs turned to each other. When Y / N opened her eyes, Negan was not next to her but lay on his sofa and was asleep. He had a book on viral diseases lying on his stomach. She went to him and picked up the book. At that moment, he was awake and looked at her with thick and red eyes. He was probably crying.

“You can ask me everything you want to know honey,” she said, smiling.

“I just wanted to see if there was a therapy …”

“No,” she interrupted

“You can get it by sex, blood transfusion or breast milk, you are taking a lot of medicaments to live a little bit longer, your body is always trying to fight with it, but comely, your immune system gives up somehow and can not fight against bacterias or viruses that come from the outside and you also die by a normal sickness, how funny is it !?, still questions? ”,she said smiling.

“No,” he said, shocked.

How could she tell it all, as if it were something normal, he thought.

“If you do not have any more questions, can we could finish this cruel topic and eat. My stomach is already growling ”

They both sat on the bed and breakfasted. Negan almost could not eat because he was still so shocked. He looked at her. She drank her coffee.

“Why did not you tell anyone?” He asked suddenly.

She looked at him.

“In this world, the doctors do not even give you their hand, because you are infectious, imagine the other people outside”

“Did your parents know that?”

“My mother has killed herself when I was a little baby”

“Your father…”

“He knew that and I believe he was the only one who understood me”

“Why do not you want to be treated?”

“Do you know what, sometimes a short but happy life is better than a long but stressful life”

“I’m afraid to find someone who did this to you”, Negan said.

She looked at him with wet eyes.

At night they lay side by side and could only touch and smell each other

Negan: “Touching you is like to forget all bad things

Y / N: “Touching you is like forgiving everyone”

The days went fast and Negan could not do it any more. He thought of her and did not want to lose her. One day he went into Y / N’s room and searched her pockets. He found a photo. In the picture Y / N was seen with an older man, they smiled at the camera.He became very angry and wrinkled the picture in his fist. He had found who had done this to her, who led her to death.

That evening he was drunk. Y / N wanted to see him because she thought he was stressed because of her. She knocked at his door and did not hear something, then slowly opened the door. Negan sat on his couch and had a bottle in his hand. She looked at him angrily.

“I told you a thousand times that you should not drink”

He raised his head and looked into her eyes.

“Of course I will drink, who else will do it, look at me, I am a poor, unhappy man”

She had tears in her eyes.

“Why do you drink? Is everything over when you drink?”

“No, but it stuns my feelings”

“Like anesthesia?”

“Exactly, you are smart doll”

After a while they sat facing each other.

“I’ve seen him … I did not know you were interested in very older men”

She looked serious.

“What are you talking about?”

“The man in the picture, you look very happy”

“Did you look into my bag?” She said angrily.

He waited a while.

“I have finally found the one who did this to you, he will probably die today or tomorrow, a very old man who sleeps with young women and infects them with AIDS has no longer the right to live.”

He went to her and looked deeply into her eyes.

“He just does not deserve it”

Then he said a sentence, which he would later regret very much.

“My fool brain can understand everything, a lot of bad things can happen in life, but I did not know that your body was so cheap”

Tears came up to her

“Do you know what is cheap, to throwing with prejudices without knowing the background”

She smiled at him, stood up and walked out slowly. He threw the bottle against the wall and screamed. The next day, when he came to himself again, he regretted what he had told her a day before. He wanted to apologize and went to her room, but no one was there. He went back to his room and was angry with himself, she had left him only because of his stupid comments. He suddenly looked at the picture he had found yesterday in Y / N’s pocket on the floor. He had thrown it with full rage. Negan glanced at the back of the photo. He got up and picked up the picture. When he red the writing, he had tears in his eyes.

It wrote: MY DAD AND ME:) “The whole situation was a damn misunderstanding”, he thought

3 months later …

He was waiting for her every day, but she did not come. The Saviors searched everywhere for her, but didn’t find her. But one day… There was a knock at his door.

“Come in,” he said in a serious voice. Simon came in.

“What do you want?”

“Sir, we, we have found her”. He drove with a car to the house where they found her. He was alone. When he opened the door, he saw nothing. When he went in…there she was. She lay in a bed, she was pale, her lips were dry. As she slowly opened her eyes and smiled at him, he had a very strong pain in his heart. He did not know what a feeling it was. He smiled at her, too. After a while, both of them sat in bed with legs outstretched. They had the blanket over them. She laid her head on his shoulder and began to speak slowly with difficulty.

“When my father brought this disease to our house, I was not born, and my mother thought for a long time that she was breast-feeding me with healthy milk.When she learned the truth, that my father slept with another woman and that she poisoned me. She stopped her therapy. When I told you that she had killed herself, I did not lie. I walked my mother’s way. To lead a short but happy life is better than a life as an outsider. The doctors told me I can die from a flu, "she smiled. "Have you ever heard of such a strange thing honey?” This disease kills you first in life. They did not give me a chance to love someone but I loved you, you were my home and my family. Close your eyes. Think about the beautiful things you’re going to do. I will not tell you to forget me, because I would never forget you. But try to be happy always. I will always be with you. You will wake up again with sleeping eyes, you will open the window breath deeply. Write, write everything …. Maybe you can tell people a lot of things. Outside, there are so many people waiting to be understood as I do. Tell how you can love only by touching and smelling. How to help each other in the most difficult moments. And now open your eyes love. I promise, everything will be beautiful. I’ll always be with you, then you’re stronger “

He was crying softly.

"Please forgive me, please forgive me, I was also like the others, please forgive”

“I was never mad at you honey I never told you but … I … loved it when you said … easy peasy lemon squeeze”

She closed her eyes, smiling, and stopped breathing. He noticed that. He was still sitting next to her, crying … and crying…

2 years later … Negan had no more wives. He had not killed anybody. But he was still the boss of the Saviors. He had buried Y / N in the garden of the Sanctuary. He had to stab a knife into her head before she’d turned. He went to her grave with flowers every day and sat down.

“I missed you so much doll, you were lying to me, you said you’d never leave me, what should I do now…I’m alone again? You said that everything will be beautiful again, I have no confidence in myself. But I do what you say. I do not drink anymore, I do not kill anyone anymore. But the most important thing you told to me was…I’m not forgetting you. I will not forget you until my death. Thank you so much for making my life to a better place sweetheart ”

Note: "You can't heal a deadly illnes but you can make a better life with it"

[homemadesterekpie]

Kidnapping/Bodyguard AU

Okay so I wrote a thing. Like the title says it’s a kidnapping/bodyguard AU. It’s very short, extremely self-indulgent and unbeta’d. It’s also inspired by the kidnapping scene in one of my favorite movies called Man on Fire. Also English isn’t my first language so yeah. But if you read it i hope you enjoy.

Derek had been working for the Stilinskis for a little over six months and after a rocky start he was settling relatively well in his new job. After he had received countless death and kidnapping threats the local Sheriff had decided to look for a reliable security company offering bodyguards for himself and for his 18 year old son, just as a precaution he had said. To say Derek was overqualified for the job was an understatement. Ex-CIA specialized in Espionage and youngest recruit to have received (and successfully finished) a solo mission. After losing his entire family in a tragic accident, he had quit and had decided to join BOYD Security. His best friend's private security firm. That's how he ended up in charge of protecting the Sheriff's 18 year old son.

Stiles was sarcastic, awkward and couldn't stop talking even if he wanted to but he was also kind and you could easily see how much he cared about his father's wellbeing and peace of mind. So he had accepted the protection without too much fuss.

Derek had just wanted to do his job and nothing else. He made that clear from the get go but Stiles who had tried to make conversation on the first day, had crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the passenger seat's window of the SUV Derek drove to take him to his morning classes. Derek thought that was that. But Stiles never stopped talking and he never stopped asking his questions. The first time he made Derek crack a smile, Stiles pointed it out and even if Derek denied it and stopped smiling almost instantly Stiles had a lasting redness to his cheeks and a little smile to his face for the rest of the day. When Stiles got an A+ on an essay Derek had helped him with for his Myths and Folklore class, he had come out running of the Campus building and had jumped in Derek's arms screaming how they did it! They did  it, Derek! Derek had had difficulty containing his own joy in the moment.

Derek's job consisted of dropping Stiles to college in the mornings and getting him after his classes, accompany him on all his outings and any other duties the Sheriff requested that concerned his son's immediate security. Derek's job was simple. Protect Stiles Stilinski to the extent of his capabilities.

On Saturdays, Stiles liked to go on runs in the woods near his house. He had mentioned to Derek how he used to run more often but with College he didn't really had the time. He preferred getting a decent amount of sleep. Derek had rolled his eyes even if he thought that was actually wise. Every Saturdays the company sent a recon team to check the woods to make sure everything was safe. Derek always accompanied Stiles on his runs while a company's SUV was waiting for them at the curb of the street at the end of the path to take them both back to the house.

When Stiles ran he was quiet. Which was normal since he had to keep his breathing under control. It was the only time Stiles seemed to enjoy the quiet. It was peaceful for the both of them. Toward the end of their run Derek always took the lead to recon the rest of the path and to signal the SUV. That day he immediately knew something was wrong when he noticed the SUV was nowhere to be seen.

He looked back down the path to where Stiles was slowing down to a walk. Derek extended his hand toward him and said: "Stiles, stay back."

Stiles looked at him and frowned but he stopped where he was. "Why? What's going on?"

Derek didn't answer right away. He scanned the area for any immediate danger. He found it at the end of the street coming 50 miles per hour in their direction. The missing SUV charged toward them without any sign of slowing down. Derek took out his gun, pulled the safety off and without taking his eyes off the SUV he shouted: "Stiles! Run!" He heard a low "fuck" from Stiles and fading footsteps telling him Stiles was indeed running away.

The first gun shot came from the backseat window of the SUV and whistled close to Derek's left ear. He ducked and rapidly thought how this was most likely a kidnapping attempt and not a murder attempt since they were shooting at him and not at Stiles. The SUV braked to the curb suddenly and 5 armed men wearing ski masks came out of the SUV.

They immediately started shooting at Derek. Derek ran for cover behind the closest tree and shot back. He took one down with two bullets. Two seconds later he felt pain in his left shoulder and heard a scream. Derek ignored the pain in his shoulder and took another man down. He looked around quickly and saw that Stiles had stopped running maybe a hundred meters away and was looking at the scene. He looked at Derek's wound with panicked eyes and was screaming something.

Derek started running toward him trying to keep some sort of cover with the trees. He felt a bullet pierce his right side but kept going. The only thing he could hear was his blood rushing at his temples and Stiles screaming at the men to stop! Please stop!

Another gun shot and Derek felt himself falling to the ground. He heard Stiles heart wrenchingly scream his name. Derek desperately tried to get up again but found he couldn't, he was only able to roll himself onto his back. He fought the blackness around the edges of his vision because the only thing that mattered right now was getting Stiles to safety. He heard rapid steps and suddenly felt hands rapidly moving on his chest, he blinked a few times and focused on Stiles' face. Stiles had tears streaming down his face and he kept screaming things like "oh God no please! Derek! Derek stay with me!", "I'm sorry, Derek, I'm so sorry'!" and "somebody help us!"

Derek lifted a hand and pushed Stiles in the chest and croaked out: "Go... run." Stiles cupped Derek's face and said: "I can't!" They both heard rapid steps running toward them and Stiles turned his head toward the noise and he immediately turned back to cling to Derek while screaming incoherently in Derek's hear. Derek knew what was coming so with the last of his strength he fisted his left hand in the back of Stiles' t-shirt and hung on for dear life. Derek blearily saw the men's hands grabbing Stiles and pulling him away. He felt his hand fisted in Stiles shirt lose it's hold and fall to the ground. He saw Stiles' face contorted by his furious terror and he could only hear Stiles' screams. He was screaming Derek's name over and over and over.

The last thing Derek saw before the darkness around his vision took over, was Stiles fighting against the mens' hold while getting shoved into the SUV and the SUV rapidly driving away.