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blueblossomcherry · 1 day ago

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Sunrise with You

pairing: lee minho x reader

cw: oral (f receiving), dry humping, hair pulling, pet names (love, baby), fingering, after care (i’m not very good at writing it), unprotected sex (🚫)

genre: fluff, smut

wc: 1304

warning: this is my first fic in a long time and my first smut ever (i’m sorry if it’s bad🙏🏻)

mdni, 18+

It's been weeks since Minho has had a day off, but fortunately he's off today. The two of you had plans to stay in bed all day, cuddling and watching movies. You had wanted to sleep for as long as possible, however those plans were ruined when you were awoken by the light coming from your window.

You roll over and see Minho still sound asleep. Once you settle, you feel Minho's arms wrap around your waist. Snuggling into his warmth, you take a moment to admire your sleeping boyfriend. He’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen, with his soft hair and his cat-like features. You have the urge to brush his hair out of his eyes but the last thing you want to do is wake him up, knowing he needs his sleep. After a few moments, you feel him stirring in his slumber.

“Good morning, love,” He says, in his sexy morning voice.

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” You say, smiling and kissing his forehead.

“I always sleep well when you're with me,” He replies, smiling and winking. You laugh in response. He always has a way of putting a smile on your face, no matter the situation. That's your favorite thing about him.

“I love you so much Minho,” You tell him, stars in your eyes and a blush on your cheeks. You still get shy saying that to him. Even after a whole year, you just can’t believe he’s yours.

“I love you more,” Minho says, a serious look in his eyes, as if he wants to make sure you know just how much he means it.

“Do you remember what today is?” You ask, excitedly. You knew he would remember, he’s remembered everything to do with you since the day you guys met.

“Do you really think I would forget something as important as our anniversary?” He asks, jokingly looking offended. You just smile at him, getting lost in his gorgeous eyes. He sits up, looking you in the eyes.

“Happy anniversary, love,” He whispers, his lips just inches away from yours. You close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you. When you don’t feel his lips against yours, you open your eyes. Only to find him looking at you with a teasing smile on his face.

“Minho,” You whine, pouting your lips. His eyes immediately darken, watching your lips. Seeing this, you decide to get back at him for teasing you. You push him back on the bed, straddling his hips. He groans and you can feel him growing hard under you within seconds. You smile at just how easily he’s wrapped around your finger. Rolling your hips against his, you start kissing his neck. His clothed tip hits your clit perfectly, making your eyes roll back.

“Come on baby, let me see that pretty face,” He tells you, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look at him. You moan out loud at the force, placing your hands on his chest for balance. You feel yourself getting close, hips stuttering. Minho, seemingly noticing, grabs your hips, forcefully stopping you from moving.

“No, please let me cum,” You plead, already sensing that you were in for a long morning.

“Already begging?” He asks, laughing at how pathetic you sounded already. Taking your shirt off, he flipped you both over. His eyes dilated at the sight in front of him. Underneath him was exactly where he wanted you at all times. His rough hands playing with your perfect tits as you moaned softly. Feeling your arousal through your soaked panties on his thigh.

He lowered his mouth down to your nipple, licking and sucking. While he was abusing your nipple with his mouth, he brought his fingers up to the other, his thumb teasingly circling it. You couldn’t hold your moans in, making him smirk. Once he decided they were given enough attention, he moved down, kissing down your stomach until he got to your panties.

“Look how wet you are for me,” He coos, rubbing your clit through your panties.

“Can I taste you baby?” He asks, waiting for your consent before he goes any further. You nod, unable to speak from how desperate you were.

“I need words, love,” Minho tells you, looking you in the eyes.

“Yes, please,” You breathe out, needing to be touched by him. He removes your panties, breath hitching as he sees them sticking to your wet cunt. You spread your legs further, giving him a good look at your glistening folds. He dives right in, flicking your clit with his tongue, as his fingers find your pulsating hole. Immediately, your hands find his hair, yanking and pulling every time he hits a sensitive spot. Eventually, he removes his fingers, earning a whine from you at the loss of contact. He lowers his tongue, teasingly lapping everywhere except where you need him most.

“Minho, stop teasing,” You whine, pulling his hair harder. He groans, his tongue finally entering you. With his tongue thrusting into you and his nose hitting your clit every so often, it was only a matter of time until you reached the edge.

“Fuck, Minho I’m gonna cum,” You moan out, arching your back.

“Cum around my tongue baby,” He says against your cunt, the vibration pushing you over the edge.You came with a loud moan, Minho helping you ride out your high with his tongue. You felt exhausted but you knew he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Can you get up, love? We don’t have to do anymore if you’re too tired,” He says, clearly concerned. You smile at how much he clearly cares for you.

“I’m okay,” You tell him, brushing his hair back from his eyes. He offers his hand to help you up and you take it. Once you’re up, Minho starts kissing you. You kiss him back, your hands immediately back in his hair.

“Do you mind if I record this, baby? I want to be able to reminisce on our 1st anniversary,” He says, smiling. You smile back, remembering him talking about wanting to record you guys one time.

“Please do,” You reply, winking at him. His smile widens and he gets off the bed to set his phone up. When he comes back, he positions himself behind you.

“Are you ready?” He asks, lining his dick up with your entrance. Instead of answering him, you back yourself up, his cock slipping in.

“Mmmm, fuck,” He moans out, surprised by your actions, gripping your hips to steady himself.

“Minho, please move,” You plead, clenching around his cock. He starts slamming into you, not giving you any time to adjust. He moves his hands from your hips to your ass, smacking and grabbing. The pain slowly turns into pleasure and before you know it, the only sounds in the room are pants, moans and skin slapping together. Minho grabs a fistful of your hair with one of his hands and pulls it back, forcing your head back. With his other hand, he finds your clit and starts circling it. You moan loudly, about to reach your high for the second time this morning.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Minho moans out, his eyes rolled back. You moan in agreement, your eyes screwed shut from the pleasure he’s giving you. Once you both reach your high, you collapse from exhaustion.

Minho shuts off the camera and gets a wet cloth to clean you up. Once he's done cleaning you up, he goes into your closet and gets you some new clothes. He helps you slip into them and helps you back into bed.

“I’m gonna go make us some food, love,” Minho tells you as he tucks you back into bed. Oh, how lucky you are to have a boyfriend like him.

#stray kids #lee know #lee minho #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader

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callsign-rogueone · 7 hours ago

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Going off your wingleader!Liam idea… Liam and reader are third-years and total couple goals. A first year comes in and starts flirting with reader every time he sees her. He doesn’t know she’s dating his wingleader. She’s polite but doesn’t mention Liam.

One day during training the new guy is watching reader and running his mouth about how hot she is, nudging other guys in his squad and making all kinds of remarks, even going so far as to make a comment to Liam. Liam just smirks, showing off those cute little dimples, as reader walks over and kisses him in front of everyone. New guy just stares in absolute shock (and horror when he realizes the woman he’s been objectifying is his wingleader’s girl.) Need a fic like this immediately 😭

I love this so much. I don't have the bandwidth to write this into a whole chapter but I DO have ideas. so here they are. (future Liz here… I got very carried away. but it’s Liam, so it’s fine.)

this guy clearly thinks he's hot shit. not even bonded yet, but his ego is bigger than Tairn's. so of course he goes after you, a third year with a leadership position at the top of your class. (because Liam's girl is as perfect as him.)

at this point you're used to these boys coming in and trying to flex on everyone. so you know how to brush it off. it's so routine that you don't even mention it to Liam, because you've got more important things to do / discuss.

anyway.

a couple weeks go by of the same thing, until one day, mister confidence is just in the wrong place at the wrong time. running his mouth without realizing who's around him, watching you demonstrate something and making comments to his friends instead of paying attention. Liam's about to elbow him and tell him to shut up, and then he realizes that they're talking about you.

immediately, he's upset — he's just itching to tell this guy off, both for talking when he's supposed to be listening to directions that could save his life, and also for saying those things about you, making comments on your body and how much he wants to... you know what I’m getting at here. anyway.

you can see Liam standing at the back of the gym, can see the visible frustration on his face and the way his jaw is clenched, his shoulders tight and tense... and you know it's hard to upset our sunshine boy, so something bad must have happened.

you wrap up the demonstration, get the youngins paired up to work, and then you slip away to Liam and give him a little kiss, because that’s your default greeting, that’s just automatic at this point when you see him, and take his hand and ask what’s wrong.

and then all the stress and tension just fades out of him, and he gives you a genuine smile, pulls you closer and holds you in a way that makes it clear that you’re a couple.

normally he isn’t one for PDA, so you’re a little surprised, but you don’t question it at all, just happy to cuddle up with him, resting your head on his shoulder and taking a moment to relax — his presence is always so soothing, and you don’t get moments like this very often in your very busy days as a wingleader and a section leader.

you don’t even notice the boy’s slack-jawed look as he realizes that you have a boyfriend. you’re too busy appreciating the moment you get to spend with Liam — but over your shoulder, he’s definitely smirking at the kid, like… get fucked, she’s mine. not that our boy would ever say that. he’s just thinking it really hard.

he gets a little pouty once you're behind closed doors, though, and tells you about it.

you laugh, and remind him that the first year boys can look all they want, but he's the only one who can touch, and if they do, they're going to get their nose broken. and that he's the only one who can set foot in your room, because you absolutely warded them like Xaden and Violet's.

that pacifies him, but he’s still thinking about it for the rest of the day.

he doesn’t consider himself particularly possessive, but he realizes that he just wants people to know that you’re his — or more so that you’re together and in love, and you’re it for each other.

the pair of you have always been focused on the present, the incredibly stressful lives that you lead here at this death trap of a school. but now he starts really thinking about the future.

you’ll be graduating soon, a pair of lieutenants headed off… somewhere. he hasn’t decided yet. he’ll get his choice, being a wingleader. but what about you? section leaders aren’t promised anything. there’s only one other way to guarantee that you’ll stay together… and damn, does he like the idea of you having matching name patches on your flight jackets.

but you deserve a real proposal, a romantic one, not something rushed, decided out of practicality. and when is too soon in your relationship to talk about that? you’ve been together since your threshing, but it feels like a lot longer than that — everything you’ve endured has brought you closer, he supposes.

you curl further into his side with a sleepy hum. “what’s on your mind?”

he’s about to tell you it’s nothing, but you know him better than that. “you have that look on your face,” you mumble, your eyes still closed. “know you’re thinkin' about something.”

“about you," he answers honestly, lifting the arm you have slung around his waist and finding your hand, taking it in his. it fits perfectly, your skin smooth against the callouses and scars decorating his hands from years of making his carvings. a dangerous hobby, you’d joked. you have a point. he’s amassed more tiny injuries from his own knives than from anything Basgiath has put him through. “about us.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he answers, his thumb brushing over your ring finger, where a wedding band would go. “about the future.”

“two kids and a cat,” you murmur. “and trips to Morraine in the summer. rent a little house on the lake for a week or two, and just lay around.”

“sounds perfect.”

you just hum in reply, too tired to keep talking. Liam presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling the covers a little higher. “I love you.”

“Love y’too.”

#liam mairi x reader #wingleader!liam #liam lives au #liz.txt #answered #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing

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enhaflixer · 17 hours ago

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For our marriage law couple:

Q1. Did the readers' parents ever meet jay or their kid/s????

Q2. How did they find out about the pregnancy? Muggle ways or any magical ones????

Q3. How is jay during the pregnancy??

Thank you soooo much for the wonderful fics love you <3

Exclusive Interview with Park Jongseong & His Wife on Love, Parenthood, and a Certain Marriage Law

—A sit-down with the unexpected love story that defied the Ministry’s rules, featuring Jay Park, his wife, and a surprise mention of their daughter.

Q1: Did your parents ever meet Jay or Jane?

(You sigh, running a hand through your hair while Jay, sitting next to you, casually rests an arm along the back of your chair. His thumb absentmindedly brushes against your shoulder.)

You: “Not for a long time.”

Jay: nods slowly “Yeah, that was… complicated.”

You: “I didn’t expect them to reply when I texted them about the marriage. And they didn’t.”

Jay: quietly “For years.”

You: nods “It wasn’t until Jane was, what? Two?”

Jay: “Yeah, around then. I remember because we had just started thinking about putting her in a playgroup, and that’s when your parents reached out.”

You: “It was... tense.”

Jay: shrugs “I mean, I get it. They didn’t know me. And the whole ‘pureblood wizard married their daughter through some law they probably didn’t even understand’ thing? Not exactly the easiest thing to process.”

You: snorts “I think they barely tolerated the idea of magic in general, let alone their grandchild having it.”

Jay: grinning slightly “To be fair, Jane won them over before I did.”

You: softly “Yeah. They were distant at first, but then Jane did… I don’t know, something ridiculously adorable, and suddenly my mother was acting like she was the world’s most doting grandmother.”

Jay: smirks “She levitated a toy broomstick, and your dad nearly fainted.”

You: “He still thinks she’s telekinetic.”

Jay: shrugs “Let him believe that. If it helps him sleep at night.”

Q2: How did you find out you were pregnant? Muggle ways or magical ones?

Jay: groans dramatically, dragging a hand down his face “This is my villain origin story.”

You: laughing “Jay knew before I did.”

Jay: deadpan “Because your magic was acting up. And you kept getting dizzy.”

You: mocking “And your first thought was ‘pregnancy’?”

Jay: “And I was right.”

You: grinning “But I still needed proof, so after the healer confirmed it, I made Jay go buy a Muggle pregnancy test—”

Jay: glaring at you “There are way too many kinds of those things.”

You: mocking “Which one is the most accurate? I should just buy all of them—”

Jay: grumbling “Look, if I was going to do it, I was going to do it right.”

You: laughing “Anyway, I took the test, stared at the two pink lines, still trying to process, and then he just—” pauses, smiling at Jay “You just knelt in front of me, held my hand, and said, ‘It’s real, baby.’”

Jay: clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck “Yeah.”

Q3: How was Jay during the pregnancy?

(You roll your eyes. Jay scoffs, shaking his head, because he already knows what you’re about to say.)

You: “A complete mess.”

Jay: offended “I was not a mess.”

You: flatly “Jay. You read twelve books on pregnancy, six on magical child development, and made a whole binder of research.”

Jay: muttering “...organization is key.”

You: “He wouldn’t let me carry anything heavier than a quill. And if I so much as sighed, he was at my side like, ‘Are you okay? Do you need water? Are you hungry? Should I get the healer?’”

Jay: grumbling “I was taking care of you.”

You: grinning “You were being dramatic.”

Jay: “And you loved it.”

You: softens “Yeah. I did.”

Jay: smirks “Told you.”

You: “You were also so soft. You would just randomly kiss my belly, whisper to Jane when you thought I was asleep. And you lived for when she kicked. The first time it happened, you completely froze.”

Jay: “Listen, feeling an actual human foot kick your hand from inside your wife is a lot to process.”

You: laughs “You were so in love already.”

Jay: quietly, brushing his fingers over your hand “Still am.”

Q4: Why Jane? Why that name?

Jay: scoffs “You act like this was some deep, symbolic decision. We were just tired of arguing.”

You: grinning “We fought for months over names.”

Jay: “Because you kept coming up with the worst ones.”

You: mocking “‘Jayden’ wasn’t that bad.”

Jay: horrified “I refuse to name my daughter after myself like some egotistical maniac.”

You: “Says the guy who wanted ‘Seraphina Aurelius Park.’”

Jay: shrugging “Sounds powerful.”

You: “Sounds like she should be ruling an empire.”

Jay: smirks “Maybe she will.”

You: laughing “Anyway, we were lying in bed one night, and I just said, ‘What about Jane?’ and he didn’t even argue. Just said, ‘Yeah. That’s it.’”

Jay: grinning “Because it fit. It was simple, classic. No unnecessary nonsense.”

You: mocking “So not Seraphina Aurelius Park?”

Jay: deadpan “I stand by my decision.”

And there you have it—proof that even a government-mandated marriage couldn’t stop love from finding its way in.

TL: @naurwayyyyy @ziiao @ddolleri @somuchdard @beariegyu @ijustwannareadstuff20 @zzhengyu @annybah

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vicolette · 3 days ago

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Secret Lover !

– A/N : I honestly have no idea what I'm about to write, but enjoy!!

– Warnings : mentions of y/n & swear words

"Pau Cubarsi, this was a really exciting match, don’t you think so?"

The said person nervously smiled in agreement at the question, knowing that one of the captains were behind him. Real Madrid wasn’t a team that you could easily win against, so this victory was very special for the whole team.

"Yeah, the win was well deserved." His response was slightly more negative than he had thought it would come out as, his eyes looking away from the interviewer as Pau searched for something – or someone.

And then he saw you.

You stood beside his older sister, although still maintaining a respectful distance. Irene had told you that, even if the media doesn’t know about your secret relationship, you could still act like her bestest friend, since you were practically her 'sister in law' already. But you didn’t do it, and it made him stare for a second, until Raphinha snapped him out of it.

"Everything alright, Pau?" Cubarsi tensed up at the voice, coming back to reality as he turned his head to face Raphinha. He blinked once, twice, then nodded his head with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Yes! Sorry." Afterwards, he sent you one last glance, which you had caught when Irene shook your shoulders, and faced the interviewer.

The questions were interesting and very professional, but Pau only gave short replies and zoned out during most of it, his gaze always returning to you. He knew that he was playing a dangerous game, since nobody would believe him if he said it was due to his family, yet he enjoyed it and continued.

A mischievous grin threatened to escape his lips as soon as the woman interviewing him was done, thanking him for his time, yet he was quick to say goodbye and leave. His steps were loud and clear, cameras from each angle were filming the moment, but he didn’t seem to care.

"Pau, my boy!" As the teenage boy was pulled into a tight hug by his mother, he dapped his father up and sent him a smirk, his eyes having a glint of excitement in them.

At that moment, you took a step back to distance yourself and let them have their moment, but Pau had other plans. Ignoring his sister, because she apparently didn’t want to hug him when he stank, he made his way over.

"Pau?" Once he stood right in front of you, taking a step closer whenever you tried to make some space between each other, he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly.

There were screams getting louder by each second passing and his teammates were standing close by, shocked to see that he indeed had a girlfriend, whereas his family acted like it was normal.

"You shouldn’t hug her so hard. She‘s getting the life squeezed out of her!" His father yelled out before he and the others made their way down to the field, not acknowledging the fact how you were frozen in place.

"Pau–"

"I missed you, so fucking much…"

Your voice was stuck in your throat as you stared at him, his head nuzzled into your shoulder as he inhaled your sweet scent. It smelled just like you, like home, like love.

"You just blew up our cover!" The realization dawned upon him at that exact moment, slowly loosening his grip around your waist and as he raised his head, looking around to see how many fans were still watching.

"Oh." His eyes darted around to see where his family was at, seeing how they were with the other family of his teammates, then looking at them. Most of them were still surprised to see this scene, yet some others were laughing about it.

Once they – namely Lamine, Hector and Alejandro – realized that he was staring, they started to joke around about it, pointing at him as their laughter grew.

However, Pau merely returned his focus towards you, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, since it was so easy to get access to it with the height difference. Whether or not this was planned, he couldn’t care less now, especially since he could express his love for you in public.

"Whatever."

"Pau!"

– A/N : acc quite proud of this, thanks for reading<33

#pau cubarsi #pau cubarsí x reader #pau cubarsí x you #football #fc barcelona #footballer x reader #footballer x you #fluff?#pau cubarsí x y/n #pau cubarsi imagine #footballer x y/n #footballer

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snugglybunny11 · 3 days ago

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knight!caitlyn x princess reader pt. 2

pairing! knight!caitlynkiramman x princess!reader

about! lucky you (not)! you get to meet your personal knight… how wonderful…

cw! nothing at all!!

word count! 792

an: here’s part two for all you lesbos!😚

“knight caitlyn kiramman of piltover, your majesties.”

caitlyn kneels on one knee, her head held down in front of the king, queen, and princess of Demacia. caitlyn’s done plenty of protection jobs before for numerous councilors and their various families, but this was a whole different ballgame for her. an entire nation’s future depends on her, but she’s not panicking, she can’t panic - panicking is not an option for her. that’s when she heard the click of heels against the marble floors, clicking closer to her. all she could see with her downward gaze was a pair of dainty glass heels, inlaid with rose quartz designs. her eyes widened slightly before she fixed her face back to neutrality.

“at ease.” a female voice spoke.

well this must be the princess, caitlyn thought to herself as she rose to her feet. when she finally raised her head, she met the princess’s gaze.

my god she’s beautiful.

what?! the hell is wrong with her? it’s probably just a… reflex reaction or something, she didn’t mean that. the princess had her arms crossed over chest, appraising caitlyn’s armor, her face, her cobalt blue hair tied into the tightest bun caitlyn could manage. she circled the knight slowly, taking in every inch of caitlyn with a critical gaze. the princess even went as far as to flick the back of caitlyn’s breastplate, almost playfully? this was downright… downright… well, caitlyn didn’t know what to even call it. appalling? outrageous? brave? this princess was just here, checking over caitlyn like she was inspecting cargo. but strangely thrilling all at once.

the king subtly yet firmly cleared his throat, a gentle but pointed reminder for the princess to mind her actions.

as the princess took a step back, the king spoke, “knight kiramman, welcome to Demacia. we have heard of your exploits in Piltover, therefore, me and the queen have employed you to keep watch over and protect our daughter, the princess. you see… the princess, has taken it upon herself to sneak out at night to secretly train with weapons, not to mention going into town to interact with the townsfolk. i don’t think i have to tell you how unbecoming that is of a regal young lady, especially the princess nonetheless. but that’s a conversation for another day, for now, just know the basics. from the minute the princess leaves her chambers in the morning from when she returns in the evening, you must be at her side at all times. the only time the princess is allowed somewhere by herself is in her room. also, for the duration of your employment, you shall live in the castle in the guestroom right next to the princess’s, so you will be able to protect her at every moment of the day. understood? great, now, the princess’s handmaiden, Charlotte, will bring you to the princess’s quarters so you two can get acquainted. you’re dismissed.”

caitlyn subtly watched the princess as her father spoke, taking note of the discrete roll of her eyes and the way she slightly pouted. so it seems the princess was… difficult to say the least. when the king finished speaking, a woman caitlyn assumed to be Charlotte stepped in front of her and bowed before leading the way down one of the lavishly decorated hallways. Charlotte walked ahead, with the princess (begrudgingly) following behind, and caitlyn at the end. after a flight of stairs and numerous turns, the three women arrived at the princess’s room. caitlyn couldn’t even thank Charlotte before the maid scurried off down hallway, leaving just her and the princess.

caitlyn cleared her throat, “allow me to introduce myself in a more casual manner, princess.” caitlyn held out her hand for a handshake, “caitlyn kiramman. i understand you may not fancy me, but i hope in due time we can perhaps become friends?” caitlyn tried to make her introduction as casual as she could, but such language didn’t come very easily to her. still, she was determined to try and soften the edges of her usual formality, even if the words felt unfamiliar on her tongue.

the princess looked at caitlyn’s gloved hand before finally giving her a handshake, the expensive lotions making her dainty hands soft and smooth. the slightest hint of a smile tugged at the princess’s lips before she fixed her face to one of neutrality.

“trying to win me over already? i should make you work for it.” the princess’s tone could almost be seen as flirtatiously teasing to the untrained ear. with a hint of mischief, she pretended to point at something on caitlyn’s armor, only to flick Caitlyn’s chin up with her perfectly manicured fingernail.

“are you always this easy to fluster?”

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also @stvrnise, i couldn’t find your acc!

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atleastpleasetelephone · 2 days ago

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Ain't That a Lotta Love - Chapter 4

A story that starts on the set of the 68 Special, with Elvis and his long-term girlfriend Dorothy Valens. Dorothy has been with Elvis for a long time for good reason - she's no pushover, and she has a habit of getting exactly what she wants. As Elvis' career starts to get back on track, their relationship fundamentally changes too.

Need to catch up? Masterlist is here.

Pairing: Elvis x Dorothy - an OC, his long-term girlfriend

Word count: 2.5K

TWs: Angry!Elvis, angry sex, name-calling, slapping (Dorothy slaps Elvis), possessive kink, Elvis is dominant, Dorothy calls him daddy.

It seems more difficult than usual to get everyone out of the dressing room at the end of the night, and strangely, Steve finds himself being one of the last people there. He spent a lot of the evening talking to Jerry, who he finds the least objectionable of the Mafia, and probably too much time watching Dorothy’s interactions with both Elvis and the rest of the guys. As he’d noticed when he first met her, she flirts to get her way and she always seems to be successful. Everything she does appears to be a calculated technique to unbalance whoever she’s talking to, whether it’s saying something outrageous (he can tell when she’s done that by the expression on their face) or exposing some kind of body part she knows they’ll be interested in. As he carries on his conversation with Jerry, he thinks about her doing the same thing to him. Telling him about the girls, coming way too close to him to light that cigarette, suggesting he get involved in their relationship and making him almost crash the car… And now does she have what she wants? He almost sighs out loud right in the middle of whatever Jerry is currently saying. This whole thing is frying his brain.

Jerry and Steve are the last people to leave, and as usual Dorothy thanks Jerry for clearing everyone else out with a kiss on the cheek. Elvis is mumbling something about tomorrow’s press conference when she turns and does the same thing to Steve, her soft lips pressing against his slightly stubbly cheek.

“Night, Steve.”

Poor Steve can’t stop himself from blushing for what seems like the hundredth time today, blood rushing to his face as he thinks about her doing this in front of Elvis, when he doesn’t know what she’s been promising. His blood starts to rush somewhere else, too, thinking about her and Elvis going to bed now, not helped by the other man grabbing his girlfriend around the waist and squeezing her to his side. Fuck. Where did that come from? Steve swallows hard, wishing everyone a good night’s sleep and trying to say something enthusiastic about the press conference, although he has no idea if the words come out in the right order. He’s relieved when he walks through the door with Jerry and knows he’s going back to his car and his house, away from this madness for a few hours.

“What’ve ya been doin’ to poor old Steve, Dodo?” Elvis asks her, still squeezing her tightly. “He was beet red back there. Ya been teasin’ him again? I need him, y’know, functioning and e’erythin’ fer this press thing tomorrow.”

Dorothy smirks. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

“Well cut it out, baby. I need him.”

Elvis’ tone is a little sharp and she doesn’t like her chances with what she’s about to say next.

“About Steve…”

“Mmhmm.”

She moves in front of him, her hands on his chest, looking up into his face. She’s so small in her flats that she has to crane her neck to do it, but she has his full attention now.

“Remember you told me I could choose our next additional… person?”

He frowns, and she can almost see his brain working, trying to figure out what this has to do with Steve. “Sure.”

“What if… um… what if it was Steve?”

He stares at her for a good minute without saying anything. The silence is so long, and his gaze is so intense, that she starts to feel a little afraid. His hands press into her back, holding her so tightly she thinks she might have bruises in the morning.

“What the fuck?” Is his eventual response, said so coldly that her fear spreads and she starts to wonder if she should try and weasel her way out of this. Maybe she’s underestimated just how easy it would be to persuade him.

“I just thought, that maybe…” she starts, uncertainly.

He cuts her off. “You want to fuck Steve. You want to fuck all my friends, or just him?”

She doesn’t know how to respond. Obviously she doesn’t want to fuck the rest of the Mafia. The thought turns her stomach. But she’s not convinced that anything she says right now is going to help.

Elvis obviously isn’t happy with her silence, one of his hands moving to grip her jaw. “Hm? You want to fuck them all or just him? Answer me, ya little slut.”

Dorothy’s temper flares immediately at the use of the word slut, and she twists her body out of his grip, throwing her head back like a flighty horse to get his hand off her face. Then she slaps him. The sound echoes around the little room.

“Don’t you fucking calling me a slut!” She rages. “What about all the girls you’ve been with?”

“You’ve been with them all too!” He thunders back, trying to grab her again and missing.

“Not fucking Ann-Margaret!”

“Don’t you bring her up again! You stupid fucking…” he stops himself calling her a bitch, breath coming in pants now, adrenalin coursing through his veins. This is how they used to fight, when he fucked girls behind her back, before they came to their agreement.

They stare at one another, both panting, both angry, both turned on. It’s seconds before they’re kissing, hands everywhere, bodies pressed together. Elvis grabs her ass, picking her up easily and plonking her down on the lid of the piano, pushing up her dress and tearing at her panties. Another pair ruined.

“I’m gonna make ya forget all about Steve,” he growls into her ear, as he enters her, roughly. “Fuck ya til ya forget his damn name.”

She whimpers, her head falling back as he starts to fuck her, her back pressing uncomfortably against the hard wood of the piano. She can barely remember the last time he was inside her, never mind the last time he had her like this. Her fingers dig into his hair as he nips at her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, then getting hungrier, biting her and making her yelp.

Around the time they’d started fighting, Steve had realised he’d forgotten his wallet. He sighs at his own stupidity, and wearily makes his way back into the building. It’s so goddamn late, all he wants to do is sleep, but he shouldn’t really drive without his license. He gets to the door of the dressing room and pauses. The light is still on, and there’s the unmistakable sound of… fucking?

“Who do ya belong to?” Elvis growls again, loud enough so that Steve, standing outside and somehow completely paralysed, can hear every word.

“You,” Dorothy moans in response as he pounds her against the piano.

“Who’s fucking pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

“Yours, who?”

She lets out a pornographic moan as a slight change in angle has his dick hitting her g-spot over and over again.

“Yours, Daddy. Only yours. Oh FUCK.”

Steve still can’t move. He knows he should turn away and go back to his car but the way her voice sounds, cracking with pleasure, and the strangled, desperate moans that accompany it… he just can’t tear himself away.

Eventually the orgasm building inside her hits its crescendo, and she’s squealing and flailing her arms around desperately. Her pussy squeezes Elvis’ dick like a vice and he moans too, their pleasured noises mingling with the sound of skin slapping together as he reaches his high, cumming deep inside her.

They’re both quiet as Elvis buries his head in the crook of her neck and she strokes his hair gently. Something about the silence makes Steve realise just what he’s doing, and he decides he’d better go. Wallet be damned. He walks away slowly, thinking of the words he’d heard them say to one another over and over again. Embarrassingly, he has to adjust himself as he gets into the car, his hard-on pressing against his jeans. He shouldn’t have stayed there for so long, and he mentally berates himself for being whatever the listening version of a peeping Tom is. Some kind of pervert, anyway.

None the wiser, Elvis and Dorothy gradually untangle themselves and silently shower and get ready for bed, communicating through their usual little glances and touches. As they get under the sheets she clings to him, kissing his chest and running her fingers through the little patch of hair there.

“I love you,” she whispers.

Elvis runs a hand up her back. “I love you too, Dodo.” He presses a kiss to the top of her head.

She looks up. “El?”

“Yes, baby.”

“I never told you I had a thing about two guys, did I?”

Elvis huffs out a sigh. He should’ve known the Steve subject wouldn’t be closed, but he’s still frustrated.

“No. Ya didn’t.”

“Thought you’d be jealous.”

“I am.”

She groans, rubbing her head against his chest like a cat. “But I love you, El. I just want to try this. And you love Steve.” She looks up at him, frowning. “It’s not as if I’m asking you to share me with Lamar.”

Elvis can’t help smirking a little. He tries to force the corners of his mouth back down again, but her mock-serious expression is making it very hard not to laugh.

“If ya ever ask me that,” he replies, poking the end of her nose with his finger as he tries and fails to stay serious, “I’ll tan yer hide lil girl, an’ not in a way you’ll enjoy.”

They look at one another for a beat and then both burst out laughing. She snuggles into him somehow even more.

“So�� is that a yes then?”

Elvis groans. “How do ya do it? How do ya always get whatever ya want?”

It’s her turn to poke the end of his nose now. “Takes one to know one.”

***

Elvis is excited about the press conference. He prods Steve in the side on their way into the room. “Come on, these are always fun,” he declares, before bounding through the door.

His enthusiasm is infectious, and Steve pushes all thoughts of what he’d heard in the dressing room last night to the back of his mind. He’s wearing the ascot Elvis had bought him and Bones Howe as gifts, and he’s pleased with how it looks. The conference goes well - Elvis has plenty to say, and he alternates between being serious about the show and giving funny, teasing answers. Every time he’s about to give one of the latter he kicks Steve under the table, and it’s all the other man can do not to laugh out loud.

Elvis isn’t quite sure how he managed to get into such an excellent mood, but he thinks it has to do with the excellent sex he had last night and the fact that Dorothy has been virtually clinging to him ever since. Part of him is wondering if he did actually fuck her hard enough to make her forget about Steve, although he does remember somehow agreeing to let her have some fun with both of them. When he’s not thinking about a way to answer a question that will amuse him and hopefully make the man next to him laugh inappropriately, he’s thinking about Dorothy’s pussy. Of course he’s been intimately acquainted with it for years, but since the girls had been around he tended to fuck them more than her. It’s something he’s starting to regret now, missing out on so much good pussy just for the sake of variety.

He’d taken an upper before the conference, just to make sure he was on form, but it only kicks in properly afterwards, when they’re all celebrating how well everything had gone. Dorothy is sitting on his lap as he talks rapidly at Steve about his chances of persuading the Colonel to let them film in the dressing room.

“Doubt ya’ll get him ta but y’know it’s worth a try. I mean if anyone can, you can Steve, you’re like a wizard with the fat man or somethin’.”

Steve laughs at being described as a wizard, and is just about to reply when Joe interrupts. “We’re knackered, boss. Think we’re gonna head off, if that’s alright with you?”

Elvis looks up to see the assembled crowd of guys on their feet, shuffling back and forth somewhat awkwardly. They do look beat. His first instinct is to insist that they stay, but then he thinks about how he’d really like to spend a bit more time with Dorothy, and that the guys did tend to get in the way.

“Sure. Hell, why don’tcha all have tomorrow off too?”

Joe's eyebrows shoot up and he looks around, wondering if this is some kind of joke he's not in on.

“Uh, sure, EP.”

Elvis nods quickly and grins. “Sure y'all can think of somethin’ to do for a day in LA.” He looks over at Dorothy with lust in his eyes and has to bite his tongue not to tell everyone exactly what, or who, he intends to do all day in LA tomorrow.

“Sure thing, boss,” Joe replies, quickly shepherding the rest of the guys out of the door before Elvis changes his mind.

Steve looks around the room and suddenly realises it’s only the three of them left. Panic rising in his throat he starts babbling about going too.

“You probably want some time alone, I-I’ll just um… I should go…” He finds himself thinking of their alone time the night before and his face starts to colour.

Dorothy puts a hand on his arm. “I’d like it if you stayed. You’d… we’d like it if you stayed, wouldn’t we, El?” She tips her head back to look at her boyfriend.

Elvis nods, silently, although he doesn’t know if he would like it. He wants Dorothy to himself, and the atmosphere in the room is starting to seem charged and a little strange.

“Oh… okay,” Steve mumbles.

Dorothy’s thumb strokes his arm and he tries to get his breathing under control. What the fuck is she planning?

Dorothy sees the look of panic on his face and at the same time feels the irritation radiating off Elvis, underneath her. She has to do something to get this situation back under control. Her control. Make it less weird and more fun. It helps that she’s several drinks in already, and it doesn’t take long for her to think of something, getting up and starting to look around the room for a deck of cards, so that they can play poker. Strip-poker, to be precise. She giggles to herself.

“What’re ya doin’, Dodo?” Elvis sounds annoyed, and it’s probably not helped by the pills he took earlier. His eyes flick around the room at high speed, trying to figure her out, as his heart beats quickly and sweat beads at his temples.

“Looking for… aha!” She spins around, deck of cards in hand. “These!”

“What on earth for, baby?” He asks, confused. It’s not as if she’s ever been a great lover of card games.

She grins, wickedly.

“Strip poker.”

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The Book of Love

Aaron and Emily's love story, told from the perspective of those around them (and, of course, their own.)

Chapter 1/2

Chapter 1: It’s Full of Charts and Facts and Figures, and Instructions for Dancing

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Hi besties,

It's a tale as old as time - I had an idea, I got carried away, and now this is on track to being nearly 10k words haha

Chapter 2 will have the perspectives of Penelope, Spencer, Elizabeth and, of course, our two idiots in love themselves!

As always, let me know what you think <3

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Words: 4.4k

Warnings: None for part 1, will update tags for part 2

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

When Aaron and Emily told the team that they were together and had been for two months, JJ kicked herself for not seeing it sooner.

It seemed obvious the second she knew, as if a veil had been lifted and she could suddenly see what had been in front of her for weeks. They were both happier than they had been in a long time, happier than she remembered either of them ever being. She’d idly wondered if they were in relationships when she thought of them separately, halfway to the truth as she assumed love was part of why her friends seemed to be as close to giddy as they could be, and she still felt stupid for never considering that they could be in a relationship with each other.

Especially because Will insisted he’d thought they’d been together for weeks, his smile frustratingly handsome and smug as he laughed at her for not seeing it.

In the week since Aaron and Emily had admitted they were together, their smiles as shy as she had ever seen them and their hands tangled on his knee, she’d seen enough to know they were in it for the long haul. The way they’d catch each other’s gaze across a room, how they’d constantly seek one another, something about them calmer the second they knew the other was near. It was sweet. A word she’d never attributed to either one of them before, and she was happy for them, pleased that they both seemed to have finally found the soft epilogue they both deserved.

She’s struggling to stay asleep, only managing what feels like a handful of minutes at a time as she lays on the bench seat of the jet, only a thin blanket between her and the air-conditioning that was chilling her to the bone. Derek’s snoring from further down the jet makes JJ tense, her jaw tight as she briefly considers getting up and hitting him with her travel pillow. They were flying home overnight, her least favourite time to fly, but she tells herself she’ll be home in time to do Henry’s morning routine, to hug her little boy and the man she loves and remember why she does this job.

JJ rolls over onto her other side, huffing under her breath as she readjusts the blanket around her. She’s about to close her eyes, to attempt again to get to sleep, but she’s distracted, her attention pulled towards movement at the table just across from her. It’s only then she realises Aaron and Emily are talking to each other, their voices low and soft as they make sure they don’t wake anyone.

“We can go for breakfast,” Emily says quietly, “At that diner he loves with the smiley face pancakes.”

Aaron smiles at her, his eyes sparkling even in the low light of the cabin, “And the terrible coffee.”

Emily chuckles and reaches for his hand under the table, their linked fingers in JJ’s direct line of sight. Emily runs her thumb back and forth over the heel of Aaron’s hand, pressing comfort into his skin.

Cases with kids were always rough on the whole team, but JJ knew they hit her and Aaron a little harder. It was inevitable that they’d see their children in the victims, and themselves in the parents. The grief they had to bear witness too visceral, crawling under their skin in a way that made her restless and Aaron frustrated. It would usually make him snap at them, his desperation to find the unsub, to stop anyone else from being hurt, would make tensions rise.

It had been different this time. Emily seemed to be able to calm him down with nothing more than a look, or a conversation no one else would be privy to - the two of them briefly alone in a corner somewhere, looking every part the professionals they were for everyone who didn’t know what to look for. How she’d stand a tiny bit closer to him than necessary, or how he’d let his fingers linger over hers as he passed her a case file.

Now they were on the way home, and they thought everyone was asleep, they had nothing to hide, open in their affection for each other in a way that had JJ hiding her smile with the scratchy blanket laid over her.

“You’re the coffee drinker,” she smiles at him, squeezing his hand, scrunching her nose up slightly, “Although, their tea leaves a lot to be desired too. How do you mess up tea?”

Aaron smiles, his shoulders visibly relaxing before he leans in to kiss the corner of her lips, “I’ll make you some tea before we go.”

She hums contentedly and kisses him before she rests her head on his shoulder, both of her hands wrapped around his under the table, her thumb still drawing circles on his skin. She tries, and fails, to stifle a yawn, “You really know the way to a girl's heart.”

“Not any girl’s heart,” he replies, turning his head to kiss her head, “Just yours.”

JJ feels strangely guilty, as if she’s encroaching on something she shouldn’t, their love for each other, something she’d already known existed confirmed by this small interaction, felt like it should just be theirs. It’s a side of them, especially of Aaron, that she wouldn’t have thought existed. It makes her feel even guiltier, silly even for not knowing they were capable of this, and it makes her even happier that they’d found each other, that they were able to bring this out of each other.

Emily tilts her head to smile up at him, yawning again, not even trying to cover it this time, “You’re sweet. It’s a shame no one will ever believe me.”

He unclasps one of his hands from Aaron hers and strokes his knuckles down her jaw, touching her with such reverence that JJ can almost feel the tenderness of it, “You should get some sleep, sweetheart.”

She kisses him before she settles her head back on his shoulder, “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

JJ watches them for a few more moments, smiling to herself as Aaron watches Emily before he closes his eyes and rests his cheek on top of her head. JJ closes her eyes, sighing contentedly to herself as she thinks of her friends and the happiness they deserved.

___

Derek

He’s running late.

He winces as he reads a text from his date, her warning that this was his last chance with her making him walk even quicker. He’d re-arranged twice already, both times because of cases, and he knew she’d keep her promise not to re-arrange for a third time.

He’s walking quickly enough that he almost doesn’t see them, his casting glance into a restaurant he’s going past so brief that if it wasn’t for his double take he never would have noticed Emily and Aaron standing near the host’s table. They are clearly waiting for a table, and Derek vaguely remembers overhearing Emily talking about date night in the break room earlier, her smile soft as she tried to contain it by sinking her teeth into her lower lip. She’d stopped talking when she saw him, her smile slipping away as she and JJ realised he was there. She’d made her excuses and left, as uncomfortable as he was with her talking about her relationship with Aaron in front of him.

Derek knows he reacted poorly when they told the team that they were together. He made assumptions and said some things his mother would have clipped him around the ear for. He had hurt his friends in a way he regretted, even if he did stand by his concerns about what their relationship would mean for the team, the fallout from Emily’s death and reappearance still lingering in the back of his mind. Everything that happened with Ian Doyle had changed his perception of her, altered the idea he had of her in his mind, and her relationship with Aaron had done the same. He didn’t see it. Even now, close to two months since Emily and Aaron told them that they were together, Derek still didn’t see how two people who he’d always considered to be so different could claim to fit together.

As he stands there, watching two people he considers part of his family, he starts to realise just how wilfully blind he’s been.

Even though he’s running late, he comes to a stop, frozen in place by his curiosity as he takes the opportunity to watch them without them realising he’s there, to see them relaxed and just as Emily and Aaron, not Prentiss and Hotch.

Emily has her arms both wrapped around one of Aaron’s and her cheek against his shoulder as she says something Derek can’t hear. She reaches for Aaron’s hand and lifts it to her lips, kissing his knuckles - an action mostly lost to her wide smile - as she looks at him. Whatever shoes she’s wearing have made almost his height, and they are just staring at each other, their eyes level as they talk. Emily had always been tactile, so that doesn’t surprise him.

The way Aaron is looking at her, as if she’d hung the stars in the sky herself, does.

He’s smiling widely, in a way Derek and Emily used to joke he wasn’t capable of, his entire focus on her as she talks to him. Derek thinks he could walk right into the restaurant, stop watching them from a distance and say his name, and Aaron still wouldn’t notice. A far cry from the man who was usually so on edge, so aware of his surroundings that Derek had wondered more than once how he ever relaxed enough to sleep.

It was like Derek was looking at a different man. Someone so at ease, so relaxed, in a way that Emily clearly brought out of him that he barely recognised him. A man so in love that it made him feel like a fool for not seeing it before, for doubting the strength of the relationship that had clearly been in front of him all this time. He knew Penelope will roll her eyes at him when he tells her what he has seen. That she’ll demand she was right all along and make him say it too, her smile smug and wide as he would finally admit he was wrong about Emily and Aaron’s relationship.

Aaron’s love for Emily is obviously reciprocated. Emily can’t stop smiling at Aaron, interrupting herself as she leans in to kiss him as if she can’t help herself from doing so. Aaron laughs at her and kisses her forehead, smiling softly - only in a way Derek had ever seen him smile at Jack before- as he pulls back. Whatever he says makes Emily laugh too, her head thrown back with it as her joy attracts the attention of some of the people around them. It’s something else neither of them seem to notice, too wrapped up in each other to pay any attention to anyone else.

Derek watches as they are interrupted, the host’s smile polite as she tells them their table is ready. Aaron slips his arm around Emily as they follow the host, his hand on her lower back as they disappear out of sight into the depths of the restaurant.

He feels his phone vibrate in his hand, another text from his date pinging onto the screen, and he shakes his head at himself and carries on walking, sending a response that he is on his way and would be there soon. She replies almost immediately, drawing a smile from Derek as she says she’s sure he’ll come up with a way to apologise.

He knows it isn’t the only apology he’ll have to make after tonight.

___

Dave

Dave wasn’t entirely sure when his offer to help with Jack’s soccer team changed from the occasional Saturday to every Saturday. He’d grumble to himself every morning as he got out of bed and made himself coffee, but by the time he arrived at the soccer field, he would always be excited - even if he did keep that excitement to himself. The kids kept him young, and their joy as they honed their skills gave him a break from the awful things he saw in his job. His Saturdays filled with laughter and excitement instead of th silence of his house.

It may make him feel like a sentimental fool, but he mostly enjoyed seeing Aaron and Jack happy. Seeing his friend and his son enjoy something together, something that only a handful of years ago would have seemed impossible, was his favourite part of all of this. It felt like a glimpse into his friend’s closely guarded private life. A window Aaron let him look through every Saturday morning.

And in recent months, it had given him a better look into Emily’s life too.

She’d started coming to Jack’s soccer practice and games before she and Aaron told everyone they were together. At first, he’d accepted it without thought. He knew they were friends, knew that they’d got closer since her return from Paris. She would spend a lot of her spare time with Aaron and Jack and she seemed better for it, more herself - or whoever the new version of her was - than she had been since before Ian tore through all their lives. He was glad they’d found a confidant in each other, and while he wished neither of them had ever been through what they had, that neither of his friends had come face to face with death and won, he was grateful they had each other. He’d started to think there was more to their relationship than simply friendship just a week before they told the team - something that Emily didn’t believe at all - but he hadn’t said anything, content to let them tell everyone at their own pace.

It had been months now. Four since they told the team about them and six since their first date. They were happier than he’d ever known either of them to be and he had a funny feeling he might one day be hosting another wedding in his backyard.

“Come on Jack, you can do it!”

Emily’s encouragement from the bleachers makes Dave smile as it tears through the sound of the rest of the crowd, and he exchanges a look with Aaron, a quick meeting of their eyes before they return the focus to the team. There were only a few seconds left and the teams were in a draw, Jack had the ball and was heading towards the goal, spurred on by the excited yells from his team and family. He kicks the ball and the keeper on the other team missed it. The whistle blows just a second after the ball hits the back of the net, and Jack wins the game for his team.

Jack screams excitedly as he runs over to Aaron, yelling at the top of his lungs as he throws himself at his father, “Daddy! I did it! I scored.”

“You did so good, buddy,” Aaron exclaims, lifting Jack up into his arms and kissing his cheek, “I’m so proud of you.”

Jack looks at Dave as he walks over to them, and he smiles widely, “We won, Uncle Dave.”

“You did great, kiddo,” he replies, reaching over to ruffle his hair. He smiles as he looks past him and sees Emily walking towards them and he nods over to her, drawing Jack’s attention in her direction, “Someone else wants to congratulate you too.”

Jack’s eyes go wide in excitement and he scrambles down from Aaron’s arms and runs towards her, “Emmy! I won the game.”

“I saw, honey,” She beams at him, her smile wide and beautiful as she leans down and catches him in her arms, lifting him and kissing his cheek repeatedly. She’s getting mud, sweat, and whatever the hell else little boys were always covered in, all over a shirt Dave knows cost more than most people make in a month, and he knows she doesn’t care, “You were amazing.”

Dave finds himself looking at Aaron and he can’t help but smile as he watches him watch them. His hands are in his pockets and his shoulders are relaxed, a wistful look on his face as he watches his son and the woman he loves together. He can’t help but close the gap between him and Aaron and he pats him on the shoulder, his smile getting wider when Aaron clears his throat, his cheeks pink with embarrassment at being so obviously in love.

“They look good together, huh?” Dave asks, looking back at Emily and Jack, smiling as he watches Emily nod along to whatever Jack is saying to her, adjusting her hold on him in her arms so she can keep him comfortably on her hip.

“Yeah,” Aaron replies, that wistful look in his eyes again as he looks over at them. This time Emily looks up and smiles at him, whispering something to Jack and laughing along with him before they walk towards them, “They do.”

“You all look good together,” Dave adds, “Happy.”

Before Aaron can reply Emily is next to them and talking, her smile wide and happy, “I was thinking, since Jack here scored the winning goal - he deserves pancakes.”

Jack nods excitedly and looks at his father, “Please Daddy?”

Aaron looks back and forth between Emily and Jack, and the almost identical looks on their faces that he could never say no to. He makes a show of sighing, as if he wasn’t planning on taking them for pancakes anyway, “I guess I have no choice.”

Jack claps his hands excitedly and slips down out of Emily’s arms, “I’m going to go say goodbye to the team.”

“Okay, buddy,” Aaron says, running his fingers through his hair as he runs away, “Don’t-”

“Leave your sight,” Jack replies, turning to smile at him before he continues to run away, “I know.”

Aaron chuckles and turns to look at Emily, “He never used to do that before you.”

She shrugs and leans into him, stamping her lips against his, “You know you love it.”

Aaron wraps his arm around her to keep her close, and looks at Dave, “Want to join us for lunch?”

He considers it, thinks about accepting the offer, but it would feel like he was intruding. As if this window into their lives should only exist here on the soccer field. So he shakes his head and clears his throat.

“I won’t this time,” he says, his smile turning into a teasing smirk, “Don’t want to cramp your style.”

Emily chuckles, but she’s distracted when she sees Jack waving her over to his friends, “Duty calls,” she kisses Aaron’s cheek before she pulls away from him and winks at Dave as she walks past him, “See you, Monday.”

Dave smiles at Aaron as he watches Emily walk away, “Promise me something?”

Aaron hums and looks at him, “What?”

“When you marry her, make me your best man.”

He half expects Aaron to wave him off. To roll his eyes and say they were only 6 months into this and he was way ahead of them. Instead, he simply smiles and nods, and Dave knows that the next wedding in his backyard might be sooner than he thinks.

___

Jessica

When Emily invited her over for dinner, Jessica didn’t hesitate for a moment before saying yes.

In the last nine months since Aaron had told her about his relationship with Emily, she’d seen just how happy he and Jack were. It was like Aaron had been brought back to life, like he was alive again after years of simply living. It reminded her of the teenage boy she’d met a lifetime ago, of who he’d been when they first met when Haley brought him home.

She knew Emily was the reason for that. She’d brought him back to himself whilst he did the same for her. She’d done the same for Jack too, made the little boy laugh and smile in ways that Jessica thought had died alongside Haley. She knew her father didn’t like it, that anytime the little boy would mention his father’s girlfriend he’d tense, but she was happy for them. Delighted that they’d found the love and support that they deserved, and she was so glad she got to be a part of it.

Usually, when she saw them it was at Aaron’s place, but this time it was at Emily’s. Her apartment is huge. It looks like it’s fallen out of a magazine - pristine and beautiful and barely lived in. The few personal touches are toys for her cat - Jack’s new best friend Sergio - and pictures of Emily, Jack and Aaron on just about every available surface.

She watches them cook dinner together. It’s like a well practised dance as they move around each other in her kitchen, smiling and exchanging soft touches and glances. It was clear they felt at home together, that they were as comfortable here as they were at Aaron’s apartment, and Jessica knew that had more to do with each other than where they were.

After dinner, Aaron takes Jack to bed - up in his bedroom that Emily had decorated especially for him. He’d told Jessica all about it, his excitement over Captain America sheets and bright blue walls palpable, and it had only confirmed for her what she already knew. They were a family now, or were at the very least on the fast track to becoming one.

She and Emily sit in the living room together drinking wine, and she smiles at a particular photo Emily has on the wall. It’s one of her and Aaron, him in a suit and her in a flower covered dress, a teal shawl around her shoulders. Neither one of them is looking at the camera, but at the other, the same look in their eyes that she’d seen in the kitchen earlier.

“Who took that picture?”

“Oh,” Emily says, looking over at it for a moment, “Pen took it. It was at JJ and Will’s wedding a few months ago.”

“The one in Dave’s backyard?” She asks incredulously, trying to imagine how big his house had to be if that was the size of the yard.

Emily nods, “That’s the one. It was beautiful,” she smiles, a spark of mischievousness in it, “Dave should go into wedding planning if the whole FBI thing doesn’t work out for him.”

Jessica chuckles, “From what I know about Dave, he wouldn’t hate that. I love weddings,” she adds without really meaning to.

Emily hums, “Me too. They are always beautiful, no matter where they are.”

Jessica nods, “Haley and Aaron got married in our local church. The reception was in a rec centre, but she spent days decorating it and you couldn’t tell in the end,” she says, smiling sadly as she thinks of her sister. She only realises she’s said it out loud when she looks up at Emily, who is nodding, her lips pressed together as if she’s looking for something to say. Later, Jessica wouldn’t be sure if it was guilt or because she’d simply been meaning to say it for months, but she carries on, “She’d be happy for you,” she says, smiling when Emily’s eyes go slightly wide, “She always liked you.”

Emily chuckles nervously, “She did?”

Jessica hums and nods, smiling to herself as she thinks of a conversation she’d had with Haley years ago, “Yeah. She told me more than once that she thought there was something between you and Aaron.”

She laughs for real this time, something she tries to catch by pressing her lips together, “Really?”

Jessica laughs too, tears pressing at the back of her eyes like they always did when she thought of her sister, “Really. She said that you were smart and pretty, and that she couldn’t even hate you for it because you were so nice,” she smiles, and Emily does too, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment, “She also said that you’d be good for him. She was right.”

For the first time since she’d got to know her, she sees tears shine in Emily’s eyes. She swallows thickly and gives herself a moment before she replies, “Thank you. That…thank you.”

Jessica hugs her, because she can’t think of any reason not to, “Thank you for loving them both,” she says, smiling at Emily as she pulls back, “And for making them both so happy.”

Emily smiles at her and squeezes her arm, “Well they make me very happy too.”

Jessica nods and blows out a slow breath, a laugh catching in her throat as she tries to stop herself from crying, “Can I ask you something?”

She nods, “Of course.”

“Does Aaron really snore as loudly as Haley used to complain he did?”

The question throws Emily and she laughs, her hand attempting to capture it as it tumbles free. Jessica can’t help but join in, something about the other woman’s laugh infectious, but before she gets an answer Aaron walks back into the room. He furrows his brow in confusion and looks back and forth between the two of them.

“What are you laughing at?” He asks, and his confusion only makes them laugh more, but Emily recovers first and stands up, stamping her lips against his cheek before she slips by him.

“Nothing,” she replies before she looks at Jessica, “More wine?”

Jessica nods, “Yes please.”

“Honey?” Emily asks, and he nods too. She smiles and heads out of the room down the hall to her kitchen. Aaron shakes his head lovingly as she goes and sits on the couch, and then he looks up at his ex-sister-in-law, his smile lopsided when he realises she’s staring.

“Nothing,” she replies, her smile getting wider as she shakes her head, “It’s just nice to see you so happy, that’s all.”

He hums and nods, looking in the direction of where Emily had disappeared down the hall as if he was seeking her out, “It’s nice being this happy.”

#aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotchniss fanfic #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner fanfiction #emily prentiss fanfiction #aaron x emily #hotchniss fan fic #aaron hotchner #hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction

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Dp x Dc Finale

Masterpost

Just a note before: Suprise! I am a liar! I could not help myself so even though I have been busy I wrote anyway. Thank you for reading this far, I deeply appreciate it. This is the end and it's a long one. Enjoy!

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Tim is already suited up and setting a course for the League of Assassins compound when the bats begin collecting in the cave for the mission. Normally when they all collect for a mission it is for world-ending matters only. It is hard to get the whole family in one place without brawls breaking out or the impending doom of a fatal disaster hanging over their heads. Danny floats down from the cave ceiling, opting for a superpowered entrance over the front door. Tim thinks it is somewhat odd now. They had a routine. He was so used to seeing Danny in his civilian clothes that seeing a young Phantom in his place was just as startling as the first time they met.

“Everything is ready. Coordinates are in and the new earpieces are ready.” Tim opens the case for each family member to grab one.

“Why new comms? Our current ones are fine,” Jason asks, stuffing his head back into his helmet.

“I interfere with normal tech and the ectoplasm radiation we are about to encounter will only make it worse. The new ones are adjusted for ectoplasmic interference. It will also help keep your heads on while you come into contact with the radiation. No more pit madness,” Danny explains quickly. They file into the Batwing and take off. Only Tim and Bruce are allowed to pilot after the plethora of incidents that have resulted from others taking control. Dick and Cass can also be trusted to pilot but Dick’s privliage was revoked after taking his team on a joy ride where Arsenal blew a hole in the roof and Cass simply can not be bothered with staying awake on a plane ride, much less controlling it.

“We will make it to the island after nightfall. Get some sleep,” Bruce more or less orders the passengers. Tim can see Danny’s puzzled look at how each of the bats listens and closes their eyes. The ‘sleep when you can’ mindset is so deeply ingrained in their family and Danny has probably never seen any of them take an order without pulling a face or arguing. He can see the moment Danny decides it is okay to fall asleep too, detransforming quietly, and Tim can not help but watch as his features relax. He loses track of time memorizing Danny’s features as he drifts to sleep.

The whole plane was awoken as they touched down. They set to the mission immediately.

“Nanda Parbat. Home sweet home, huh, Dami?” Jason claps Damian on the shoulder as they step off the ramp.

The younger pointedly ignores him, but Tim reads the longing look in his eyes. This is his home. Rundown after being attacked and abandoned. Left unkempt in a way that would never befit the Heir to the Demonhead’s return. It must feel like when Tim first stepped foot in Drake Manor after his parents were truly gone. They were never really there but something soul is crushing about seeing the manifestation of the life that crumbled around him. Walking into his home, where he spent all of his formative years, changed from his last memory of it. Damian steels his expression and Tim brings himself to do the same. He will have to comfort his little brother later, now, it is time to finish what they came here to do.

Bruce leads the group into the ruins. Dick, Steph, Duke, and Cass are in the Batwing so that they can land on top of the Lazarus Pit once it is located. Damian follows closely behind Bruce with Jason behind him. All three of them know exactly where they are going but digging through the overgrown tropical plants and piles of rubble makes the journey more difficult. Eventually, they make it to a clearing that was once a large room. The roof is caved in but the shape of the building reveals it was once a large doom. Tim turns around to look at Danny. He was lingering in the back of the group, following the ones who knew the way. His eyes track every curve and detail of the room, observing and cataloging. The fascination in his eyes makes Tim long for Danny to look at him that way.

A crack echoes through the ruined building. The group snaps to attention looking for the source but Danny is moving in a split second. He is gone from the frame of Tim’s vision. A thundering crash forces him to turn around to where Bruce and Jason are standing. Replacing the spot where Damian was standing was a large chunk of roofing that had fallen. They are all still and staring at the spot. Then Danny appears with Damian next to him less than a foot from the rock that should have crushed Damian to a pulp.

The shocked look on Damian’s face fades quickly as he composes himself, but his slight uptick in breathing gives away his fear.

“Thank you,” he says to Danny curtly. Danny who was obviously working on instinct at the moment looks more panicked now that he has time to think. Bruce gives a meaningful nod to him. Jason skips to the front of the group.

“That was not terrifying. We did not almost see Dami crushed. Let us keep going.” His fake enthusiasm and sarcasm do not hide the slight tremor in his voice.

They keep going all the way until they find themselves underground, standing right in front of the Lazarus Pit. Tim keeps an eye on Jason. He does not want another crazy pit-driven murder spree to be triggered.

“Nightwing. Park the Batwing right on top of our location. Then begin the setup.” Bruce is clear in his order. They can hear the faint sounds of the engines hovering over their heads. The sound stops and they wait in silence.

“Red Robin. Confirm entrance location.” Tim looks down at the screen attached to his wrist. The blue markers of his group are at the bottom of the screen and what must be the surface group is positioned just to the left of theirs. There is a red dot blinking near the middle of the screen. The location would be on the other side of the room and the other side of the pool.

“Confirmed, Nightwing. Let her blow.” The bomb goes off and the room shakes with the shocks of the blast. A hole in the underground room’s ceiling gives way to the sun outside. They walk around the square-shaped glowing-green pool and look up. Tim sees Cass waving from the top.

They get to work quickly. Connect the tubes to the filter, feeding the end of the tubing out of the Batwing’s tank, through the hole they made, and into the ooze. The surface crew makes sure that each tank is filled and then replaced with a new empty one while the underground crew guides the tube like a vacuum. Sucking up the Lazarus Pit and purifying it went off without a hitch. They grapple out the hole, reload the jet, and the whole group is back off to the Batcave.

They touchdown in the cave a few hours later and begin unloading and preparing to send it through the portal. Danny is flying in and out, emptying each fifty-gallon tank and returning it. Tim thinks the whole plan is going to go off without a hitch and it does.

That is until they have five tanks left when Danny says, “Oh, shit!”

Tim looks up at the portal. The sigils of the spell are flashing, no, flickering. Flickering like a lightbulb about to go out and then they are dark. Tim waits in quiet anticipation for the whole portal to go boom or for some demon to breach their world and kill them all. Nothing happens, and for a moment, Tim thinks they are in the clear, but a dark figure appears to be coming through and the bats are ready for a fight. Danny already told them they would be useless against ghosts but nothing can overcome their training to go out fighting. A quick scan tells Tim that Danny is ready to fight off anything that may come at them too.

All that pops through is a little glowing green dog.

“Oh, Cujo!” Danny opens his arms happily to the puppy. “Out of anything that could have come out, you are the best option.”

He pets the dog in his arms and turns to them. “It is all good. He will not hurt a thing. Damian, you can put him in if you want.” Danny has met Titus and Alfred the Cat, so letting Damian pet a ghost animal is likely the best thing he could have done to make Damian like him. Damian, unfortunately, does not get the chance because Cujo is looking over Danny’s shoulder at the portal. He is growling and his face morphs into a much more intimidating canine.

This time, the dark figure emerges, forming a man ghost in a white suit and black hat.

His dark voice rings through the cave as he utters, “Phantom.”

Danny transforms and turns slowly. He lowers Cujo to the ground, keeping his head low and raising his hands to a fighting stance. Tim does not know who this man is but Danny definitely does. He can only see a portion of Danny’s face from this angle but the look in his eyes is one Tim has never seen. In the few weeks since meeting Danny, Tim has not seen eyes like that since his nightmares. The temperature in the cave has dropped and he can see his breath puffing out in front of him. Tension builds in the room and Tim prepares to fight even if he will be useless.

“Batman. Take them and go.” Even in Phantom’s younger voice, the command is clear. The bats’ eyes flicker to each other as each one catches Bruce’s eyes, they yield to his silent orders. One by one they back away from the portal and the ghosts in a standoff. When Tim meets his dad’s eyes, he is frozen in place. He flicks back over to Danny’s face, trying to read any emotion. He turns back to Bruce who is slowly shaking his head. Tim looks back to Danny and sees another figure emerging from the green swirl.

“Danny!” He calls before he can stop himself. This new man is dressed in a more supervillain style suit. He has a cap, weirdly shaped hair, and red eyes. The smile that cuts his face reminds him of Joker.

“Danny! Good to see you again!”

“Walker. Vlad. This realm is under my protection. You will not lay a finger on the souls of this dimension.”

“We are not here for them. We are here for you. You owe me a pelt.” The man in the white suit snarls at Danny.

“And you owe me the Infi-Map,” the red-eyed man says.

“I owe you nothing. Leave now and there will be no consequences for illegally breaching other dimensions. You are both on probation in the Ghost Zone and in violation of your parole.”

“Danny boy! Why should we worry about punishment if we beat you here and now? Walker gets his trophy and I get my crown.”

There is a split second before the man shoots at Danny. Bruce is evading to safety and all Tim can do is duck behind a work bench and watch. He has seen some of Phantom’s powers before, but like this, he is focused and fighting. It is a battle like Tim has never seen, even with metas in recent years. Phantom is far more powerful than he has ever let on. Knowing he is the Ghost King is one thing, seeing him fight shows Tim just how he earned that title.

There are flashes of green everywhere. The flight is a blur. If Tim’s eyes were not honed, he would be missing every second of the fight, but he can catch bits and pieces. One moment the ghosts pass through the screen of the Batcomputer, the next, Walker is being slammed into the cave floor as Vlad shoots up toward the ceiling. In the brief pause, Tim sees the fire in Danny’s eyes. On the surface it is anger but deeper Tim recognizes specs of amusement. Danny enjoys fighting. It occurs to Tim that Danny has not been able to use his powers to the extent of his ability since he moved to Gotham. He has had all his frustration and stress in a bottle to ensure he could not hurt anyone, but now he gets to release that tension on the first two idiots he knows he will not kill.

The fight is back on and Walker is already down for the count. Phantom grabs him by the back of the collar. He hauls him over to where Cujo has been politely sitting and leaves him with the dog. When Walker attempts to move, the puppy’s features enlarge and he snaps at the ghost. It is enough to scare him into submission and Tim struggles to comprehend the little dog as a hellhound.

The fight with Vlad is more intense. Danny’s relaxation has faded and he is putting more strength behind every move he makes. They are both getting tired. Tim can see it in the delayed movements and dimming bolts of lighting that pass between them. Danny gears up for what looks like a finishing move. When he releases, Vlad seems to have hit him with the same thing and they both plummet from the air.

Tim is on his feet before he can even think. He watches as Danny’s transformation circles flicker around him. Tim can only watch as Phantom disappears and Danny hits the ground in his human form. A deafening thud and then Tim is at his side. Tim is doing every medical scan he knows. He does not think he could help a ghost, or half ghost, even if he tried. He looks over to Vlad. He is on the ground near the portal, also human. Tim does not let himself get distracted with questions.

He holds Danny. Trying to sense any sign of life, but Danny is not normal. He does not know if Danny should or should not have a heartbeat. He does not know if Danny should be breathing. He can see the glow of ectoplasm that surrounds Danny like a puddle. He does not know how to perform first aid on him. He does not know how to spot the bleeding or help him wake up. He holds Danny and he is helpless.

He vaguely senses eyes on him. He turns to see Bruce kneeling next to him. He looks down at Danny’s face with the same expression he had after Jason died. No. He is not dead. Do not make those eyes Bruce. Cujo barks pulling their attention. The dog is towering now. His body now fits the face Tim had seen on him earlier. He is dragging Vlad to the portal. He barks again, this time at Walker who reluctantly picks up the unconscious Vlad. Cujo corrals the ghost towards the portal and barks until he walks through.

Shrinking back to his normal size, he runs to Danny. In Danny’s chest, he starts licking his face. The slobber is green and soaks into Danny’s skin like a sponge. Those beautiful blue eyes flicker open and Cujo barks before running off into the portal.

Danny’s eyes meet his and he pulls him in before he even knows what is happening. The hug is tight and perfect. The tension and stress melt away from Tim in the embrace.

“I am okay, but I might not be if you keep squeezing this hard.” Tim releases him slowly. Danny sits up and slowly stands. He walks away slowly, leaving Tim on the floor next to the puddle of ectoplasm. The back of Danny’s shirt is stained green and he stops when he makes it to one of the tanks from the Lazarus Pit. Tim watches blankly as Danny tips the whole tank over and drinks directly from the spout.

The effect is instant. The color comes back to his face and the shake in his muscles disappears.

“All fixed!” He puts down the tank and turns to Tim. “I am okay. I promise. You can stop digging your fingernails into your palms.” Tim looks down to where his hands are clinched and unfurls his fingers. He finally releases the breath he has been holding in since Walker entered the cave.

Danny unceremoniously throws the last five tanks through the portal and flips the switch to shut it off.

“I feel like that went really well! Definitely better than other Ghost Zone missions I have done with humans!” Tim is speechless. Truly speechless. He has nothing to say. No observations to voice or questions to ask.

“I will go check on the others.” Bruce rushes off, leaving the two alone.

Tim stands almost numbly. “Danny. You almost died in my arms. All you have to say is that you are okay. In my arms! Died! Dead! Gone forever! Not just half ghost! Full ghost! In my arms!” The frustration at being helpless and anger at Danny’s casual nature spills out in a fury. With each word, he got closer to Danny. He is standing face to face with him.

“Really?”

“Yes! Really! We had a bonding moment! I cradled you in my arms! You practically crossed onto the other side right in my hands and I could not do a thing about it!”

“Did not happen. I do not remember that.” Tim thinks he might pop a blood vessel or suffer an aneurysm.

“How can you say that?” Before he can tumble into another rant, he is being kissed. He forgets whatever he has to say, closes his eyes, sinks into the kiss, and just feels. Danny pulls away far too soon, still holding Tim’s face with both hands.

“I am okay. I am sorry I scared you.” Tim does not need to respond. For the second time today, he is left speechless, so he does the only thing he can. He pulls Danny down into another sweet kiss. They break apart only because they were smiling too much. They both break into a fit of laughter.

“You were fucking with me, right?”

“Yes, Tim.”

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I am in a bit of shock. This is the first big project I have completed. I hope you enjoyed and thank you so much for reading!!

#dpxdc #fanfic #danny phantom #dp crossover #tim drake #dcu #ao3 fanfic #lazarus pit

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revoevokukil · 2 days ago

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The way Sapkowski is describing Mount Gorgon, the Devil Mountain, in ch 5 and ch 6 of The Tower of the Swallow, foreshadowing Geralt's meeting in ch 7 with one who proclaims to live underneath it...

If a short while ago the River Yaruga had signified to them a clear dividing line, a border, the crossing of which represented an evident passage to the next, more serious, stage of the expedition, it was even more so now; the sense that they were approaching a limit, a barrier, a place which could only be turned back from. They all felt it, Geralt above all–it could only be thus, since from dawn to dusk they had been faced with a mighty, jagged range of mountains barring their way, rising up in front of them to the south, and gleaming with snow and glaciers. The Amell Mountains. And rising even above the saw-toothed Amell was the forbiddingly majestic obelisk of Mount Gorgon, Devil Mountain, as angular as the blade of a misericorde. They did not talk about it, didn’t discuss it, but Geralt felt what everybody was thinking. For when he looked at the Amell range and Gorgon, the thought of continuing the journey southwards seemed sheer insanity.

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The Amell Mountains rose up to the south, closer and closer and more and more menacing. And the pointed needle of Gorgon, Devil Mountain, was enveloped in the clouds which quickly covered the whole sky.

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Gorgon loomed up on the horizon. Ever closer. All year long, glaciers and snows flowed from the angular sides of the huge mountain, which meant Gorgon always looked as though it were clad in white sashes. The peak of Devil Mountain was constantly swathed in veils of clouds, like the head and neck of an enigmatic bride. Sometimes, though, Gorgon shook her white raiment like a dancer. The sight was breathtaking, but brought death–avalanches ran from the peak’s sheer walls, wiping out everything in their path, down to the scree at the foot and further down the hillside, to the highest spruce stands above the Theodula pass, above the Nevi and Sansretour valleys, above the black circles of mountain tarns. The sun, which in spite of everything had managed to penetrate the clouds, set much too quickly–it simply hid behind the mountains to the west, setting light to them with a purple and golden glow. They stopped for the night. The sun rose. And the time came for them to part.

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‘So let us begin and may Hell assist us! Cahir, Angoulême, to horse. We ride up the Nevi, towards Belhaven. Dandelion, Milva, Regis, make for Sansretour, towards Toussaint’s borders. You won’t get lost, Gorgon will point the way. Goodbye.’

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The angular blade of Gorgon seemed to rear up directly above their heads. The peak of Devil Mountain was not visible, but shrouded in the clouds and fog cloaking the sky. The weather–as happens in the mountains–worsened in the course of a few hours. It began to drizzle bitingly and disagreeably.

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The horse trudged over the pebbles, moving at a walk along the bank of the Sansretour, the small river leading to Toussaint. Geralt knew the way. He had been there once. A long, long time ago; much had changed since then. But the valley had not changed, and neither had the Sansretour stream, which, the further they went, become more and more the River Sansretour. Neither the Amell Mountains, nor the obelisk of the Gorgon, Devil Mountain, had changed. There were certain things that simply didn’t change.

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They rode along a deep gorge, which the swift-flowing and wide Sansretour–now a river–had carved out of the hills. They rode east towards the border of the Duchy of Toussaint. Gorgon, Devil Mountain, rose above them. To look at the summit they would have had to crane their necks. But they didn’t.

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'You will have to enter that cave. I told you, the druids knew about you, knew about Ciri, knew about our mission. And they learned about it from someone who lives down there. That person–if one is to believe the druidess–wishes to talk to you.’ ‘“If one is to believe the druidess”,’ Geralt repeated sneeringly. ‘I’ve been in these parts before. I know what dwells in the deep caves beneath Devil Mountain. There are various denizens there. But it’s impossible to talk to the vast majority of them, except with a sword.'

#the witcher #the witcher books #wiedźmin #the tower of the swallow #andrzej sapkowski #this entire book is the best structured of the series #full of foreshadowing that pertains to this book alone (i.e. vysogota sections of 'nobody being able to hear ciri and him' which stop #in ch7 where we discover that somebody has been listening in the entire time) and between ttos and lotl

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j0kers-light · 3 days ago

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High Risk, Low Reward

I legit was dragging out the smut. In my defense I said it would be a slow burn so 👀🥴

But as you stood in the shower, soaked completely through with Joker cornering you into the wall, well, you felt like the crazy one for not believing it was possible.

Anything is possible when Chaos is the author.

You planned on being his human crutch while he showered but knowing Joker, anything could happen. The possibility of this going south had your hands shaking like a leaf. You needed a distraction.

The possibilities are endless. What could possibly happen in a shower? 😏

He saw inmates stabbed over common bar soap before. As long as it cleaned him up, what was the big deal on how it smelled? And how come yours was in a bottle?

Our poor baby doesn’t even know liquid soap exists! I love how upset he is. J really is just waiting for his shower like…

The ceiling here was also painted with the moon and stars with spotlights installed as the only source of light. The walls were darker than black holes with a faint shimmer of opal. As a whole, the room wasn't gothic in appearance.

Can I take a moment to say I popped off describing Y/n’s secret bathroom? I can picture it in my head and it’s just luxurious and dark.

“Hey.. aren't you going to wash your face?" You gestured to your own while leaning on the console sink. Joker huffed, as if his answer was obvious. "Uh no. NoT in front of you."

Soon. Y/n, soon. Just be a little more patient. 🤧

“Sure. Let's get naked." Joker exhaled with a grin of his own.

His zipper echoed sharply in the bathroom sounding way too provocative given the situation. Your mind was racing as blood rushed in your ears. Suddenly the picture frames on the wall were very interesting.....

So what if Joker was butt naked in your shower and letting out some very suggestive groans as the hot water worked its magic on his weary muscles. This was by far the worst idea you ever had.

No, no this the best idea you ever had. 👏🏾👏🏾

Water dripped down Joker's back in sinful patterns and you followed a bead down his spine until it disappeared past the danger zone. It had to be illegal to be this hot. Each flex of his arms was like a moving piece of art for your eyes only. You were beyond speechless.

“See somethin' ya like, Y/n?" That smirk of his was pure sin. You nodded mutely and instantly regretted it.

WAIT WAIT ABORT ABORT!!!! He doesn’t need to know this information!! 😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰👀

“You think I'm wet enough, Y/n?" Joker shot over his shoulder, smirking.

All you received was a content little hum. It was raw and soft on the ears. Comforting. It spelled trouble for your heart.

The word play, I swear. This stuff carries itself.

The thought of 'what would kissing him feel like?' flashed across your mind. 'I want to know.' The confession echoed loudly inside your head. It both empowered and terrified you. It was time to stop denying it. You were screwed, but you needed to know.

Joker's eyes roamed the entirety of your face, memorizing every blemish, the faint flush across the bridge of your nose, down to the swirling colors within your eyes he was beginning to love..

Love? 👀

He punched the wall, cracking a few tiles here and there, but his anger remained. He was so close! It seemed like every chance he got to try and kiss you, fate had to intervene.

“Try to make a deal or even better, start a fling with a screenwriter. At this point, trashy press is still press and you need all the attention you can get."

I would hate for any tabloids or paparazzi to pick up a story about Y/n’s rendezvous with a mysterious lover. 👀 trashy press is still press right? 😏

You backed away from the door in fear. Until now, you only saw a domestic side of Joker. Sure he threatened you a few times, but he didn't display any of his more violent tendencies during his stay with you.

for a minute there Y/n forgot who Joker was. A little reminder is good for the plot every now and then.

You couldn't trust the devil personified and you definitely shouldn't make friends with him either.

But we’re gonna do it anyway 🥴

He was used to being tortured by seasoned cops, wardens, the criminally insane, even Batman himself. What were you gonna do?

Wait for it…

Joker blinked, shifted, and resisted the urge to look away but your eyes were hypnotic– using unnatural powers against him. He folded faster than he'd like to admit.

Got ‘em! 🤣🤣🤣 he really thought!

He didn't want to be iced out, not again. He didn't like the emptiness your absence left behind. This was all new and confusing to him and you weren't helping him understand any of it!

Ya boy is going thru it you hear me? He really struggling with his unknown feelings THIS early in the game!! Joker is just doing stuff and hoping he’s in your good graces 🤣

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lil-oreo-crumbles · 10 months ago

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“You’re a Disappointment,” An Analysis

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Seven years. Seven. Years. And it only just now finally hit me what Toffee truly meant when he called Marco a disappointment in Storm the Castle, and I feel pretty silly for not realizing it before.

Before Storm the Castle, Toffee has only seen Marco on two significant (canonical) occasions, Fortune Cookies and Mewnipendance Day. (As you may remember, Marco was MIA during Marco Grows a Beard, considering he was… physically trapped in that bathroom as his beard overwhelmed the house)

Fortune Cookies:

The entire plot of the episode, besides the ever enjoyable introduction to our favorite lizard, is Star once again being amazed by another Earth oddity: fortune cookies. She believes that the fortunes are genuine predictions of the future and are infallible and to be relied on for all of her future decisions (not helped by Marco who did influence this misconception by messing with her). This immediately establishes in Toffee’s mind— after learning from Buff Frog that she believes the messages in the messages in her cookies are fortunes— that she’s naive, impulsive, easy to stray, and immature. Of course, he very quickly learns about her impulsivity, fighting prowess, and stubborn will, but her naivety is what sticks out to him in this moment, and it’s what he takes full advantage of. (Note: I don’t think he actually looks down on her for these traits alone and expects her to be mature at all, I think he sees those traits going hand and hand with her age. She’s only 14, after all. Nevertheless, they are still traits he can use to his advantage to further his goals.)

This is something that Star has in common with the monsters Toffee has found himself within the company of. The only difference here? These are grown adults who he expects to have a bit more dignity under their belt, ESPECIALLY Ludo. While I’m sure he’s grateful that Ludo was naive enough to hire him with clever wordplay alone— overall assisting to further his goals— he can’t help but feel annoyed by the plain stupid amount of immaturity he possesses.

I think this is less so with Ludo’s army. Even if they share very similar traits, he knows they’ve been living under Ludo’s childish tyranny, and probably has a bit more faith that they can be molded into proper soldiers. Though, his patience is still worn extremely thin by their shenanigans.

Toffee takes advantage of this by planting a fortune in her bag, “Love is Always the Answer.” While I personally believe there’s a deeper meaning, it’s not relevant right now. But anywho, the core purpose is to let Star’s guard down enough so Ludo can gain ownership of the wand.

While Star believes the message hook, line, and sinker, Marco immediately sees past the ridiculousness of the fortune in such a dire situation. “What? Not in this case! Fighting is!”

“Really? Now??”

He immediately sees past the fortune, relying on logic to reason that such a simple trick is just that: a trick. Clearly Star’s pacifism isn’t working, and they need to make the rational decision to fight. He’s immediately proves himself to be the level headed one of the duo, the one who keeps his head on straight and is clearly the maturer of the two.

Marco saw right through the trap and displayed common sense and logic. And he was later vindicated when it was revealed to Star that the fortune cookie was a trap.

And I can guarantee you Toffee noticed this, and it was only further cemented in the next time Toffee sees him again.

Mewnipendance Day:

In this episode, Star is celebrating what she knows as “Mewnipendance Day”, also known as the Great Monster Massacre, where the first Queen of Mewni attempted to wipe out monsters from the face of the planet, an attempted genocide of innocent people who lived on the land she stole from them.

Star explains the entire story from the Mewman’s propagandized perspective, going through a pop-up storybook to demonstrate the beginning and the end of the massacre. She gives an explanation of the beginnings, skips past the actual genocide and fighting itself, and ends with “And the Mewmans won!”

And guess who’s the only person who notices and brings attention to it? Marco Diaz himself.

“Wait, but you just blew past all the important stuff.”

Once again, Marco is the one who’s calling out important things, looking deeper and more critically at the situation, opposed to everyone else who just goes along with it. He shows very clear and obvious signs that he’s more mature than his peers.

And let’s not forget, Ludo and Toffee are watching all of this through the surveillance device (the “all seeing eye”). Sure, Toffee is a tad distracted by the book he’s reading, but with how intelligent he is I’m almost positive that he’s multitasking here.

And Marco only proceeds to exceed expectations, actually going through the book and starting to see, at least in part, the true reality of the situation, calling it out and bringing it to Star’s attention.

“Star, I know the monsters are bad and all, but this seems… unfair.”

Marco demonstrates that he is willing to see past biases and to see reason. He sees past the blatant propaganda and revisionist history, at least in part.

Overall, he is actively more mature than the others with common sense that aids in critical thinking skills and nuance beyond what’d Toffee would expect at his age, especially contrasted against Star. And I think taking off rose colored glasses and seeing the monster massacre for what it really is (again at least in part) really helps with Toffee’s perception of Marco as some levity amongst the childish people he’s been surrounded with.

That is, until their third interaction in Storm the Castle.

Storm the Castle:

Toffee clearly sees Marco as a competent fighter, considering the double imprisonment with not only the chair that confines him but the crystal box prison too. He knows Marco is more competent and mature than most people in his vicinity

At least. He did.

During Storm the Castle while Marco is imprisoned, he takes on the traits seen with Ludo, his soldiers, and Star. He’s acting immature, he’s being impulsive, and he’s talking back with what he assumes is witty dialogue. He’s trying to act all tough guy, which clearly doesn’t work with Toffee. Toffee humors him a little bit during the sandwich dialogue, releasing him from the chair, and Marco immediately takes an impulsive swing at him, leaving him to punch the crystal and immediately writhe in pain at the impact. Marco then immediately throws away Toffee’s genuine attempt at offering him a meal. Toffee is a monster, and being a monster in Mewni means that food, especially good food, is invaluable, because it’s so hard to come by. Seeing Marco waste and make a mess of it without a second thought is probably the nail in the coffin.

Marco isn’t the slightly more mature young boy Toffee assumed he was. He had witnessed from afar Marco’s knack for nuance and critical thinking, a breath of fresh air amongst incompetence.

But as soon as they get one on one all of that is immediately washed away.

Marco is acting like everyone else he’s come across lately, openly defying the nuanced maturity Toffee had witnessed previously. He’s just like the others. He’s being childish. He isn’t special.

“You’re a disappointment”

It’s not some profound statement, there’s no weight behind it. Toffee had no expectations for Marco and wasn’t planning on using him for his goals. Marco just genuinely was not who Toffee assumed he was by his previous actions. Toffee was mildly genuinely disappointed to learn just how kiddish Marco really is. He really expected better.

I also think this explains why Toffee didn’t bother to put him back in the chair restraints. He really didn’t need to go that far with trapping him in the first place.

I don’t think Toffee is surprised, or even phased by it, Marco is a 14 year old child after all. I don’t even think Toffee’s expectations for his maturity were big, period, just the slightest bit of relief that Marco was a breath of fresh air amongst the sea of incompetence. But no. He wasn’t, as far as Toffee concludes at least. This one interaction completely killed any hope Toffee might have carried, and he would just roll his eyes for even allowing himself to put even a little faith in someone.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. Anyways…”

I know there were tons of theories on this, but the actual answer, as far as I’ve figured, is incredibly simple lol. And now that I’ve finally realized what that line really meant, I think it’s important to share.

#svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #toffee of septarsis #toffee svtfoe #svtfoe toffee #marco diaz #marco svtfoe #svtfoe marco #svtfoe analysis #analysis #cartoon analysis #I can’t believe it took me seven years to realize this #it was in front of our faces the whole time #has anyone else noticed this ??#it feels so painfully obvious now that I point it out

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