#nor who is diabled enough

[steelbluehome]

Please understand that people are first disabled. Then it is either the disability, or the meds prescribed for the disability, or both, which causes them to gain weight. So when you see a severely overweight person using a handicapped parking space, the handicapped stall in the restroom, the motorized shopping cart, or the wheelchair provided by a destination that requires a lot of walking (zoo, huge store, museum, etc.) do not think that they are only using it because they are "so fat". And for God's sake don't say it out loud just to embarrass the person!

There is nothing wrong with being fat. All bodies are beautiful, and people should be able to use whatever mobility aids they need without public humiliation. But most fat people are perfectly healthy and can walk unaided. If someone needs to use things provided for disabled people, they have a disability. Just treat everyone with respect, and do not deprive them of their dignity. It's totally free, and takes no effort physically. I know you can do it. Most people do it for people who are noticeably disabled all of the time.

[silver-heller]

HI BESTIE!

So, I'm curious. What do you think about the Diable Mordecai was given and everything Serafine said? Do you truly think Mordecai is trapped in the illegal or bootlegging business because of this? Why or why not?

(Happy June btw! 🤍💚💛🖤)

Ooo, okay but I am in love with this question (AND HAPPY JUNE TO YOU TOO! 💛🤍💜🖤 )

So, I want to analyze the words Serafine specifically said along with the context clues she gave, since I think that's extremely important here in the context of the AU (and just really interesting in general). And, though this is discussing it as if these spirits are real within the story, to be clear, in the AU, it is neither confirmed nor denied.

God Dammit Atlas

First off, let's not miss the symbolism between this spirit and Atlas. A lot of the things Serafine says are how I write Mordecai's view on Atlas in the AU. A light in the darkness, someone that traps others into one path that is "in the shadows", and is a mysterious figure connected with the idea of danger.

His Direction?

But, getting to the point, Serafine refers to the path Maitre Carrefour put Mordecai on as "his direction". This isn't really specific, like, at all. We see Serafine make a few assumptions about that (which I will delve more into later), but I do think it's important to establish upfront we're discussing the desires of a rather powerful entity that could have who knows what intentions, and this is coming from Serafine, who is extremely over confident in her ability to understand this.

But, there is one thing we know for sure. If this entity does exist, within the context of the AU, it took mercy on lost and lonely minors twice. It put them within the care of questionable parental figures, which, on the outside, shows a leaning towards a criminal lifestyle for them both but, this is only a surface level viewing of the situation. This shows some sort of emotional care on the spirit's part, meaning it isn't completely off base to say it may factor in the emotional needs of those it leads.

So, considering all of this, let's explore which each path actually entailed for the two.

Before Mordecai was saved he was already involved in the illegal trade, specifically gambling, where he was constantly and physically abused. If this spirit only cared about keeping Mordecai (or anyone for that matter) in the illegal path, I think it would have pushed Mordecai to stay in the gambling business despite how miserable it made Mordecai.

But it didn't. It put Mordecai in the care of Atlas. Now, thinking about everything Mordecai went through because of this, though there are certainly negatives (and the bag of snakes that is Atlas), it's quite interesting to think of all the positives;

Mordecai no longer had to withstand physical abuse and was taught how to defend himself.

Mordecai was put in a comfortable financial situation, giving him the free time to explore more of his hobbies and take time for himself.

He entered a queer friendly environment (the Lackadaisy).

He met Viktor and Silver, both whom he fell in love with.

He meets Rocky, who soon becomes a best friend to him and a great asexual ally.

He ends up meeting Serafine, who understands his supernatural struggle and they become extremely close.

Serafine's story is extremely similar, as being led into this life actually had a lot of net benefits for her as well;

She was able to stay with her brother and developed a deep, platonic bond with him.

She was taught to be strong and free, something that greatly empowered her.

She felt a connection to nature and herself that has sprouted body positivity and an emotional genuineness within herself.

She started working for the Marigold and experiencing exactly the type of thrills she wanted.

She developed a community that supports her.

She ended up with enough of a rep and the budget to express her gender identity in anyway she pleases.

So really, looking at it, it could be argued the spirit's path is really all about power. Or, more of, giving people the power and connections needed to be safe and themselves in this, unfortunately, extremely cruel and unaccepting world.

In Favor Of The Spiritually Inclined

Considering the AU introduces a supernatural element as far as Mordecai is concerned, along with developing these for Serafine and Rocky, this can't be ignored either. In the AU, none of these characters necessarily have to do anything to be connected with the supernatural and its path. For all of them, in one way or another, it has just become a part of their day to day life. For Mordecai, it haunts his dreams constantly, for Serafine, it is her whole religion and life purpose, for Rocky, it has effected how he views the whole world and the people around him.

Looking at it, Mordecai, Rocky, and Serafine all had moments where someone came into their life to save them from becoming trapped in terrible situations. This is a very specific pattern that is (mostly) only specific to them, from situations that could have specifically led to death (shot, psychical abuse, starving to death), to being minors when these occurred, to the figures that saved them becoming very important familial figures in their life (Atlas, Freckle, Maman Eulalie).

So, another potential angle that could be argued is that these three are like children to the spirit due to their natural connection to the spiritual, which has caused them all to have its general favor regardless of what path they take.

The Plan To Rescue Silver

However, another angle that can't be ignored is how intertwined Mordecai's path is with Silver, and how that will (hopefully) ultimately lead to Silver finally having peace after all the trauma he has endured.

In a lot of ways, Mordecai is set up to have a good chance at a relationship with Silver. He's already there by the time Silver is rescued, conveniently both being one of the strange figures Atlas took an interest in (so much so to include both in the trio Atlas focuses on the most heavily), due to not being saved earlier he also has his own trauma and can sympathize, the personality he ended up developing due to being raised by Atlas works quite well with Silver's, along with being one more inclined towards privacy and secrecy, so on and so forth.

So, hey, maybe Mordecai was destined to become the knight in shining armor that would take Silver into the shadows where he could finally find peace. One never knows.

They're All Creeps, They're All Weirdos, WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING HERE!?

So, this is the point where we really get into Serafine's language concerning the spirit. The most important lines that stuck out to me are these;

I think it's important to establish that what Serafine specifically says about leaving the spirit's path is, "You are obliged to him only, always. Or else you are lost again. Alone in de dark, not sure if you comin' or goin', dead or alive..." and "So don' cross him or he'll eat you from inside out."

In my opinion, none of this specifically details that Mordecai has to stay on whatever path this spirit may or may not have put him on. It would be preferable if he did, yes, but "death" isn't really a consequence here, in my opinion. The closest thing is Serafine's warning, but "crossing" someone, in my opinion, more entails actively screwing them over rather than disobeying them. So either way, I don't think that'd be the "end" for Mordecai.

"But you are where you suppose to be, here - where he wanted you, so we can take up de path together."

Yeah, you know my Mordecai x Serafine ass was going to bring up this line. In the AU Serafine and Mordecai's lives end up intertwining and greatly effecting each other, it's them against the world sort of vibes, and it could be argued any path with them together is the right path.

But, let's check off the sort of "requirements" for being in the "shadow" of this spirit.

"Off trodden paths, away from street light, where all's dim and dangerous."

"Where the strange animals are. Where people like us live."

People like us is very vague and I love that for the AU ngl.

Hm, well, who do I know who is constantly shown as strange throughout the AU, has been constantly ostracized for it, and, regardless of what they do, would probably lead a very private or strange life in the shadows? Who went off the intended path of their life, lives a murky existence, and is constantly in danger for one reason or another?

Oh right, literally every single member in the Lackacrew!

Yep, so this section was basically to say, all of that before? It doesn't freaking matter because, the fact the Lackadaisy, each other, and the illegal trade was in their paths to begin with means their past will always make them end up as strange little dudes in the shadows that will always be at risk of their illegal life coming back to bite them (okay, so, the other things still matter but...). They could literally do anything but still live within the spirit of secrecy and danger because that life has effected them permanently in ways that will never leave them, never.

Conclusion

In the AU, I would very much argue Mordecai becoming involved in bootlegging was indeed part of his journey, but it wasn't the end destination. I think Serafine is so adamant about seeing it that way because, for her, it really is. I think, overtime, she will become more open minded about what Mordecai's path might entail and why.

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Hide And Seek - Anima!AU

A new illustration with an extract, this time! There is the english version first, and I added the french one too :)

"Not a sound," Yagi whispered.

The blond held Izuku against the wall with a strong and firm grip despite his sickly appearance. Izuku stared at him with a frown, the incomprehension clearly visible on his face. Yagi didn't give him a look. He wasn't looking at anything specific, in fact. His eyes were just wide open, frozen, pupils dilated and his body was tense.

Attentive.

Clac.

Izuku's eyes widened. If the night had not been so silent and empty of life, the boy would never have heard the clicking of claws scraping the ground. A metallic, steady, quiet sound.

Clac.

It was much heavier than Renard's flowing step. It was also farther away, out of sight at the moment when Yagi had grabbed Izuku by the shirt to hide behind one of the low walls along the street.

Clac.

Izuku had not even noticed the presence. And as the tinkling became closer and closer, clearer and sharper, he could feel the excess energy swarming under his skin, becoming unstable and painful as his anxiety grew. He regretted that Renard had disappeared in the night, because there, right away, he terribly missed the comforting presence of his automaton. Nor did watch Yagi stand as still as a statue help to calm his mind, and he squirmed under its grip. The blond turned silently towards him, a finger on his lips as he stuck himself a little closer to the wall and brought Izuku closer to his chest.

There were still steps, and a grunt resounded behind the low wall decorated with bushes. The thing finally overtook them, revealing the amalgam of flesh and metal that formed its body. It was as tall as a horse, but much more massive, and the dark body glowed in the glow of the street lamps. The paws, made of steel and other materials that Izuku did not recognize, were probably as wide as the boy's silhouette, and he had no doubt that one blow would be enough to shred him.

"It's hunting us," one of the voices said. "This one has no sense of smell, but it has keen hearing. Silence."

Izuku wanted to ask what the hell was that thing, but just the idea of opening his mouth and being noticed twisted his insides in a painful way. He suddenly missed his bed. His bed and the warm, soft blankets. And hot chocolates too, with marshmallows and cream in excess.

He wasn't sure he'd get the chance to drink one again.

The monster raised its head and looked around, probing its surroundings. What must have been its ears stood straight and high on its head, and it stood there, motionless and silent, its iron tail flapping the air.

Deep down, in a visceral way, Izuku knew it. If that thing turned around, it would find them.

But there was little they could do, each sound threatening to reveal their presence. So they stood there, paralyzed like mice at the sight of a cat. Yagi looked straight ahead, breathing calmly despite the clamminess of his hands, and looked for something in one of his pockets. Izuku, on the other hand, had his hands glued to his mouth, reducing the sound of his breathing as much as possible as he closed his eyes.

A new growl - a mixture of low rumblings, clattering, and rales - emanated from the monster before it fatally began to rotate in their direction. Izuku felt tears streaming from the corner of his eyes as the fright lacerated his stomach, making him want to vomit.

They were dead. Izuku had always had bad luck and that wouldn't change tonight. Yagi, too weak to fight, would end up in pieces by something straight from hell, and Izuku would end up just as shredded in the corner. He pitied the poor passers-by who would discover their corpses in the early morning. If there was anything left of them.

There were still footsteps, rattling and scraping, closer and closer still, when suddenly the echo of a crate falling to the ground resounded in the night and startled him. The beast's head turned around, its neck twisted in a position that was anything but natural, and stared into the darkness in search of the source of the noise.

A moment passed without anything happening and then the duo, completely alert and motionless, watched the rest of the creature move to follow the alignment of its head that fixed one of the alleys.

A white lightning bolt leapted out of the shadows, three tails whipping the air as Renard faced the monster. The metal sparkled under the artificial light, and the gold bindings that covered its body captured the light and reflected it back. Izuku would have wanted to scream, panic and anxiety roaring in his veins. Renard was so small in comparison, tiny and frail in front of the creature.

All it would take is one bad move.

Yagi had to restrain the boy and put one hand over his mouth so he wouldn't ruin everything.

The creature was staring at Renard, motionless, one of its legs frozen above the ground. The body creaked and rattled as it bent forward. For a moment, the thing was standing about fifteen meters from the automaton. The next, it was on Renard and trying to push it to the ground with its claws and fangs out.

However, the automaton, although much smaller than the monster, remained agile and fast. It managed to free itself in a fluid movement, rolling on the ground and getting back on its feet. Then, before the dark creature moved again, the automaton hurried off into one of the adjacent alleys, the one opposite where the duo was.

The thing didn't waste a second and followed it, disappearing into the night as rumblings and screams echoed through the city.

Both remained motionless for a while, before Yagi finally decided to get up, looking around for anything abnormal. Izuku was still curled up on the floor, nervously playing with his shirt while his mind wandered about what was waiting for his automaton.

Renard was fast and hard to catch. It was also much smaller and could sneak everywhere, it would find a place inaccessible to the monster, right? It could always run and lose it somewhere, but could it find his way back? Izuku didn't know the city well, and he doubted that his automaton would do better. My God, what if it couldn't find it before leaving ? What if Renard got stuck here ? Yagi could understand and maybe delay the departure, but what if they couldn't find Renard ? They couldn't leave it here! Nor could he ask for information or help from anyone, they were wanted. And in broad daylight, his automaton would not really be the most discreet thing in these neighborhoods. Oh my God, what if the monster catches it anyway? What if it's not fast enough?

"Midoriya, you're rambling."

The boy blinked, suddenly out of his thoughts. Yagi had crouched down in front of him and gently shook his shoulder.

"Your fox is an intelligent beast. I'm sure it will find us," he said.

The blond offered him a smile.

This time, Izuku wasn't sure it was true.

"We shouldn't stay here," Yagi continued, looking again at the alley where the monster had disappeared. "These things never move alone."

"What exactly was that?" asked the greenette, his face still pale as he released a shiver.

The man stared at him with a sorry expression, before tapping his shoulder and helping him up.

"One of your father's experiments."

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FRENCH VERSION  ===============================

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"Plus un bruit," murmura Yagi.

Le blond maintenait Izuku contre le mur, la poigne forte et ferme malgré son apparence maladive. Izuku le fixa avec un froncement de sourcil, l'incompréhension clairement visible sur son visage. Yagi ne lui accorda pas un regard. Il ne regardait rien de précis, en fait. Les yeux grands ouvert, figés, les pupilles dilatées et le corps tendu.

Attentif.

Clac.

Les yeux d'Izuku s'écarquillèrent. Si la nuit n'avais pas été si silencieuse et vide de vie, le garçon n'aurait jamais entendu le cliquetis des griffes raclant le sol. Un son métallique, régulier et tranquille.

Clac.

Il était bien plus pesant que le pas fluide de Renard. Il était aussi plus lointain, hors de vue au moment où Yagi avait saisit Izuku par la chemise pour se cacher derrière l'un des murets qui longeaient la rue.

Clac.

Izuku n'avait même pas remarqué la présence. Et alors que les tintements se faisaient de plus en plus proches, de plus en plus clairs et nets, il pouvait sentir le surplus d'énergie grouiller sous sa peau, devenant instable et douloureux à mesure que son anxiété grandissait. Il regrettait que Renard ait disparu dans la nuit, car là, tout de suite, la présence réconfortante de son automate lui manquait terriblement. Regarder Yagi se tenir aussi immobile qu'une statue n'aidait pas non plus à apaiser son esprit, et il se tortilla sous sa prise. Le blond se retourna en silence vers lui, un doigt sur ses lèvres alors qu'il se collait un peu plus contre le mur et rapprochait Izuku de sa poitrine.

Il y eu encore des pas, et un grognement résonna derrière le muret orné de buissons. La chose les dépassa enfin, dévoilant l'amalgame de chair et de métal que formait son corps. Le monstre était aussi grand qu'un cheval, mais bien plus massif, et le corps sombre luisait à la lueur des réverbères. Les pattes, faite d'acier et d'autres matériaux qu'Izuku ne reconnut pas, était probablement aussi large que la silhouette du garçon, et il ne douta pas une seconde qu'un coup suffise pour le déchiqueter.

"Il nous traque," lui intima une des voix. "Celui-ci n'a pas d'odorat, mais son ouïe est fine. Silence."

Izuku voulait demander ce que diable était ce truc à l'ouïe fine, mais rien que l'idée d'ouvrir la bouche et de se faire remarquer lui tordait les entrailles d'une manière douloureuse. Son lit lui manquait tout d'un coup. Son lit et les couvertures chaudes et douces. Et les tasses de chocolats chaud, aussi, avec des guimauves et de la crème à outrance.

Il n'était pas sûr d'avoir à nouveau la chance d'en boire un.

Le monstre releva la tête et observa les alentours, sondant son environnement. Les choses qui devait lui servir d'oreilles se tenaient droites et hautes sur sa tête, et il resta là, immobile et silencieux, la queue de fer battant l'air.

Au fond de lui, d'une manière viscérale, Izuku le savait. Si cette chose se retournait, elle les trouverait.

Mais ils ne pouvaient pas faire grand chose, chaque son menaçant de dévoiler leur présence. Alors, ils restèrent là, paralysés comme des souris à la vue d'un chat. Yagi regardait droit devant lui, la respiration calme malgré la moiteur de ses mains, et chercha quelque chose dans une de ses poches. Izuku, lui, avait les mains collées contre sa bouche, atténuant au mieux le bruit de sa respiration alors qu'il fermait les yeux.

Un nouveau grognement - un mélange de grondements graves, de cliquetis et de râles - émana du monstre avant qu'il ne commence fatalement à pivoter dans leur direction. Izuku sentit des larmes perler au coin de ses yeux alors que l'effroi lui lacérait l'estomac, lui donnant envie de vomir.

Ils étaient finis. Izuku avait toujours eu la poisse et ça ne changerait pas cette nuit. Yagi, trop faible pour se battre, allait finir en morceaux par un truc sorti tout droit des enfers, et Izuku finirait tout aussi déchiqueté dans le coin de la rue. Il plaignait les pauvres passants qui découvriraient leurs cadavres au petit matin. S'il en restait quoi que ce soit.

Il y eu encore des pas, des cliquetis et raclements, plus proches et plus proches encore, lorsque soudain, l'écho d'une caisse tombant au sol résonna dans la nuit et le fit sursauter. La tête de la bête fit volte-face, le cou tordu dans une position tout sauf naturelle et fixa les ténèbres à la recherche de l'origine du bruit.

Un moment s’écoula sans que rien ne se passe puis, le duo, complètement alerte et immobile, observa le reste de la créature bouger pour suivre l'alignement de sa tête qui fixait l'une des ruelles.

Un éclair blanc bondit hors des ombres, trois queues fouettant l'air alors que Renard faisait face au monstre. Le métal étincelait sous la lumière artificielle, et les reliures en or qui couvraient son corps captaient la lumière et la renvoyaient. Izuku aurait voulu hurler, la panique et l'inquiétude rugissant dans ses veines. Renard était si petit en comparaison, minuscule et frêle devant la créature.

Il suffirait d'un mauvais coup.

Yagi dut le retenir et lui plaquer une main sur la bouche pour ne pas qu'il ruine tout.

La créature toisait Renard, immobile, une des pattes gelées au-dessus du sol. Le corps grinça et cliqueta alors qu'il se penchait en avant. Un instant, la chose se tenait à une quinzaine de mètres de l'automate. Le suivant, il était sur Renard et tentait de le plaquer au sol, griffes et crocs sortis.

Cependant, l'automate, bien que beaucoup plus petit que le monstre, restait agile et rapide. Il parvint à se dégager dans un mouvement fluide, roulant sur le sol et se remettant sur ses pattes. Puis, avant que la créature sombre ne bouge à nouveau, l'automate détala dans une des ruelles adjacentes, celle à l'opposée d'où se trouvait le duo.

La chose ne perdit pas une seconde et s'élança à sa suite, disparaissant dans la nuit alors que des grondements et des cris se répercutait dans la ville.

Les deux restèrent immobiles pendant un moment, avant que Yagi ne se décide enfin à se relever, observant les alentours à la recherche de quoi que ce soit d'anormal. Izuku était toujours recroquevillé par terre, jouant nerveusement avec sa chemise alors que son esprit divaguait sur ce qui attendait son automate.

Renard était rapide et dur à attraper. Il était aussi bien plus petit et pouvait se faufiler partout, il trouverait bien un endroit inaccessible au monstre, pas vrai ? Il pouvait toujours courir et le semer quelque part, mais est-ce qu'il pourrait retrouver son chemin ? Izuku ne connaissait pas bien la ville, et il doutait que son automate se débrouille mieux. Mon dieu, et s'il ne le trouvait pas avant le départ ? Et si Renard restait coincé ici ? Yagi pourrait comprendre et peut-être retarder le départ, mais s'ils ne trouvaient pas Renard ? Ils ne pouvaient pas le laisser là ! Et il ne pouvait pas non plus demander des infos ou de l'aide à qui que ce soit, ils étaient recherchés. Et en plein jour, son automate ne serait pas vraiment la chose la plus discrète dans ces quartiers. Ho mon dieu, et si le monstre l'attrape quand même ? Et s'il n'est pas assez rapide ?

"Midoriya, tu divagues."

Le garçon cligna des yeux, soudainement tiré de ses pensées. Yagi s'était accroupis devant lui et lui secouait doucement l'épaule.

"Ton renard est une bête intelligente. Je suis sûr qu'il nous retrouvera," il dit.

Le blond lui offrit un sourire.

Cette fois-ci, Izuku n'était pas sûr qu'il soit vrai.

"Nous ne devrions pas rester ici," continua Yagi en observant à nouveau la ruelle où avait disparu le monstre. "Ces choses ne se baladent jamais seules."

"Qu'est-ce que c'était, au juste ?" demanda l'adolescent, le visage encore livide alors qu'il relâchait un frisson.

L'homme le dévisagea avec une expression désolée, avant de lui tapoter l'épaule et de l'aider à se relever.

"L'une des expérimentations de ton père."

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You Little Sneaky Fox (Cedric x Reader)

This has been in my brain and I had to write it in order to stop, also my best friend @little-diable​ is a co star in this(surprise bithc).Enjoy our new add on the list, Cedric Diggory

Another year, another stash of newbies running around the castle. (Y/n) was walking to class alongside with her friend Chiara when she started to hear the whispers

“Of course they are slytherins”

You smirked at the young girls comment. She had to admit her and her friends walk was very noticeable and kind of demanded attention, their heads held high, usually an eyebrow raised, good posture and their shoes making a click clack sound against the well polished floor.

“you think anyone will join us this year?”

“Of course, thing is if they will be able to keep up”

She answered.(Y/n) never cared about the little kidos but it was funny to see them struggling and desperately trying to blend in by being rude and snobby, of course slytherin had a cunning reputation but there is a difference between confident and cocky, especially when you are a little kid.

Soon enough they were outside their class, as they opened the doors everyone was already at their seats and professor Snape stared right at them. Snape had a weird bond with (y/n), he knew she was powerful and she put in the work, a clear over achiever but she could be extremely stubborn,cold and sometimes even arrogant, her snarky comments were an annoyance.

“You are late”

“We like to make an entrance”

“Besides it’s only 3 minutes”

Chiara jumped in to defend her friend. They started to walk again at their assigned seats -they weren’t really assigned, they just always sat there- 

“3 minutes are important young lady. 10 points from slytherin”

“Oh what a shame, how will we ever get them back?”

(Y/n) whispered just loud enough for Snape to hear and for some of the students to laugh. Snape decided to ignore her and continue with his lecture.

As they sat down (y/n) saw a note waiting for her, her name written in beautiful calligraphy. Of course no one had dared to touch it nor question who was leaving notes for the lady who was pretty well known for getting caught giving sweet love kisses in the after hours.

“Well well well,at least he is always on time”

Chiara knew about him. At first she was shocked her friend would not only consider but being genuinely interested in a hufflepuff. As much (y/n) hated to admit it, she was slowly catching feelings for Cedric, he was sweet, gentle, but also passionate. She hid her smile as she carefully opened the note

“12 am, at our spot?”

She bit her lip and looked at her friend. Chiara winked at her before giggling in a dirty manner, she was happy for her, she hadn’t seen her friend get sweaty palms and ask what she should wear in... ever really.

But her craving for him was a slow burning fire that was know getting taller. She wanted him for herself, just the little whispers of other girls saying how cute he is when he was walking down the halls were enough for her to think a hundred different ways to behead them and him. So she came up with a plan, to see if she was the only one feeling this way.

Cedric stared at her from the other side of the room. He had to admit that he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her giggling after reading his note, he didn’t even understand how a slytherin girl could be so addicting, he was so intimidated yet drawn to her, they were a few times during their “dates” that she showed him her gentle side, nuzzling in his neck for a few seconds, a sweet gentle kiss before she runs from him, her fingers running through his hair in a soft manner.

 He wanted to ask her out officially, stand next to her proudly for the world to see, however he was scared of her reaction, what if she laughed at him? taunt him and reject him? he would be heart broken.

As their class came to an end and they had time to go out in the garden and relax, Cedric was playing around with his mates and (y/n) was waiting for her chance to start her plan.

“Want to see a cool show?”

“What has your evil mind come up with?”

“Stick around and you will find out”

She shot back in a low tone as she walked towards the guys and chose to go for the ultimate threat, good ol’ malfoy. She had heard from a few “sources” that malfoy had a little crush on her, he was also a slytherin and Cedric did not like him. He was fourteen which means (y/n) would never do anything, but a little chat was enough to see what she was working with

“Morning Malfoy”

Draco turned to look at her, he was in shock but he tried to hide it not wanting to mess with his reputation. He smiled at her and run a hand through his hair in order to calm himself down’

“Morning (y/n)”

“I just wanted to come here and say that if you need any help with the spells don’t hesitate to ask me or Chiara, we’ll be happy to help you”

“T-Thanks”

Even this part was amusing to her, seeing the arrogant, rude and full of himself little malfoy stutter when he talks to a girl, just this thing was a personal win for her, making boys stutter and lose their cool around her was her drug of choice. She took one step closer towards him and shyly licked her upper lip

“Oh don’t mention it, you are one of us right?”

Before he could respond (y/n) turned her back to him and walked to her friend. With the corner of her eye she saw her real target, Cedric. He had stopped playing and was looking in her direction, over the time they had spend together she had learned how he expresses his feelings and she could clearly understand by the way he looked at her, his lips slightly parted and how he nodded his head that he was livid.

Chiara was giggling, admiring her friends plan that had clearly walked, she always loved to see (y/n) play around with guys brains-if they had any- it was truly a sight to see.

“You little rascal, he is fuming”

“Unfortunately you won’t be there for the finale tonight”

-

As the hours passed and (y/n) carefully slipped through the halls and the teachers guarding the castle to go and see her plan had brought her. As she approached him she could see his tense back, he was whispering to himself, his hands curling into fists and then released.

(y/n) hugged him from the back and got on her tip toes to give him a kiss. If that little incident had not happened he would have been the happiest man in the world right now.

“Hello darling”

“Since when are you so interested in Malfoy?”

Well, there goes his plan of casually slipping it in the conversation. He couldn’t hold his feelings any longer, he was hurt, almost betrayed, was she really interested in other guys? no, she couldn’t, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“What are you talking about?”

“(y/n) this is really not the time to play the aloof card, you never talk to him”

“How do you know who i do and don’t talk to Cedric?”

She was pushing it, she knew she was playing with fire and it  was extremely dangerous, but where’s the fun in being careful right? 

“So you are just suddenly a good Samaritan and decided to help Draco with his homework?”

“I didn’t know you were able to hear from that far, that’s an actual skill”

“Stop it!”

He didn’t yell at her, he would never -he was secretly too scared- he just raised his voice enough to show he was being serious. (y/n) looked around to make sure no one was around, she didn’t want another “scandal” on her back, she turned back to him and smirked at the flustered Cedric

“Are you jealous?”

“Yes, yes I am”

“Why? Last time I checked I am not your girlfriend”

“Like you would say yes if I asked you, I’m not stupid (y/n)”

She laughed. There it was, finally he said what she was dreaming of hearing, those sweet little words of victory,her plan worked perfectly and she got a relationship out of it, just like she had planned.

“Are you laughing at me”

“Yes I am, but not for the reason you are thinking of”

He was just looking at her, utterly confused with the way she was behaving. (y/n) tried to contain herself and got closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking straight in those beautiful eyes.

“Did you really think I would go for a boy that’s younger than me? I just wanted you to admit your feelings for me”

He felt his whole body relax, his heartbeat going back to normal. Now it was his turn to wrap his arms around her waist and spin her around, (y/n) giggled and gave him a kiss on his soft warm lips.

“You little sneaky fox”

“I didn’t get into slytherin by accident love”

[madlymiho]

Hi! First of all, I wanted to say that I’m really glad you’re back! I was wondering if I could get some head cannons for Sanji, Law, and Kid with a S.o who’s “tamed” a dragon? The dragon and their S.o have known each other for years, so they’re more like good friends who respect one another, rather than pet and owner. (For reference, the dragon is a western dragon- y’know, the classic red fire-breathing ones?) Thank you! Keep up the good work!❤️

Hi there! I'm happy to hear that, thank you for your support! 🥰😍!

I find this one utterly cute, I hope it will suit you! ❤️

Sanji:

• Even if Sanji might sometimes look like a knight with his partner, or every single lady around, he’s also utterly amazed and thrilled whenever he’s having someone strong by his side. He will never get tired to meet such an amazing person and will shower you under compliments  

• Of course, the first time he saw a dragon flied down to you, he thought that you were attacked, and that he needed to protect you! His diable jambe already on fire, but you have been able to reason him, since Sanji is someone who would always follow your orders, he’s good at listening the persons he loves 

• If Sanji was wary at first, and ready to help if that creature would ever harm you, he quickly understands that you too share a deep link and this relationship couldn’t be nothing but incredibly powerful, observing you with happy eyes, because it’s quite a sight for sure 

• He will quickly lose the “be careful” attitude, having that floating smile whenever the dragon appears in the sky, here to defend your honor, to share your adventure, a bit like another man in your life... even if he hides it, it pinches his heart in its jealousy, because Sanji somehow understands he couldn’t match such a fantastic creature

• Not that he will consider your lizard friend as a threat nor a rival, but he wonders what could be his place by your side, if you seem to found within someone, something else, your other half. He adores the way you two communicate, but feels slightly push aside sometimes, waiting patiently to conquer you, in a different way for sure

• Yet Sanji would never let those feelings ruin your relationship and he will make sure that you’re happy, safe and sound by his side, as much as you seem happy, safe and sound around this mystical friend! At least that’s the best he can do, and hopefully, you feel at ease with him 

• With time, and with his eternal love, Sanji will overcome those doubtful feelings and will slowly find his place by your side. He loves to see your content features whenever your flying friend would join you, cheering you up whenever you’re taking off... it’s another special something he’s delight to share with someone 

• Of course, Sanji will had your friend dragon to the list of the mouths he needs to feed, and while you’re announcing its visit, he has already prepared all sort of dishes it might enjoy, having the same eternal goal ; no one should ever starving when he’s cooking for his friends, and your dragon, for sure, is definitely considered as a member of the family 

Law:

• Not that Law doesn’t care about your dragon friend, but he’s not the most impressed with the individual in your life. Somehow he has seen a lot, and there’s a lot to see on the seas, so he’s not exposing the fact that it’s actually quite thrilling and amazing! Not everyone is able to tame a dragon! 

• If his crewmates are always super excited whenever your dragon friend is appearing, Law just crosses his fingers and remains silent, piercing grey eyes watching the elegant flight of this mystical creature. He will be there for the first times, but soon enough, Law doesn’t even show up on the deck 

• Fact is... that dragon friend is definitely a threat, because it could reveal one of his deepest nature, the very fact that he’s a huge nerd, and that he’s utterly and deeply thrilled whenever he’s seeing that dragon in the sky, sharing a wonderful partnership with nothing else but his own companion 

• Even if he tries to hide himself, you definitely bust the fact that he has been sketching on his notebook the anatomy of your friend, somehow studying the way it moves his wings, the way he uses wind to increase its speed, and so on... because he feels like a little kid, fascinated, and wishing to know it better 

• For sure, he will deny the fact he’s actually interested to know this dragon better, and it will be a real pain in the ass to get to the point where he will admit that he finds it awesome, but you know Law, he’s utterly secretive regarding his hobbies and will tut if you interrogate him too much 

• Though, you observe that with time, he’s more present when your friend dragon shows up, sometimes even coming closer to observe its scales, its snout, his eyes gleaming with something you have seen before, some sort of memories from an ancient time and you’re happy to see him like this 

• With time, Law will slowly, very slowly, begin to even compliment your relationship with your dragon, sometimes just dropping that you’re doing a good job, or sometimes just having that smirk floating on his lips whenever you’re accomplishing another miracle. He doesn’t want to be too much intrusive, but for sure, the three of you will have some sort of balance at some point 

• One day, Law would even be the one asking you questions about your friend, letting lose his initial nature to share his feelings, revealing is more nerd side, and the fact that he finds truly amazing the fact you have been able to tame a dragon and create such a deep bond with it 

Kid:

• For Kid, honestly, the very fact that you’re owning (because he believes it’s a pet since it’s not human), a damn fucking dragon his neat! Really just super amazing, awesome, and he’s utterly excited by the very thought you were able to tame it! 

• Honestly Kid is also kinda jealous of your ability to control such a beast, he already imagines that you have been at the origins of huge massacre around the world, riding your dragon with the fiercest look on your face, a dangerous warrior for this world 

• He definitely has a wild imagination about the chaos and torments this dragon can cost, and he harasses you with dozen and dozen questions, all of them about violence, blood, raw meat and so on... until he might understand that it’s not always about that 

• He can’t hide his disappointment when he finally notices that you’re not always up to some mischief with your dragon “pet”, and that you share with it a very deep emotional bond, something he finds utterly childish, and unwelcome, since damn, it’s supposed to be one of the most impressive creature in the world! 

• He judges you loudly, rolls his eyes, and snorts each time you’re having a gesture of affection for your dragon, unable to understand that the two of you are friends more than anything else, and that you don’t need to kill people to actually enjoy spending some time with such a giant creature... something he has a hard time to believe for sure 

• He tries to lead you to have a more violent attitude with your dragon, yelling that you have the most powerful weapon in the universe to become everything you want! He believes it’s a waste of time, a waste of a good pet as well, and for a long time, Kid will religiously ignore the genuine emotions in your bond with your friend

• Though, the more he’s observing you, despite his insults and comments, and the more he begins to understand what kind of bond you have created with this creature. You understand it, you protect it, and it works the other way around, to the point that this beautiful animal will always be there for you, fierce and dangerous to anyone who would ever dare to harm you 

• Kid finally understands that this bond with your dragon is the same than the ones he’s sharing with his crew mates, and one day, after months of all sort of bad words towards you, Kid would simply wrap his arm around your waist, and tell you that you’re really such a badass person, and that your friend is really amazing...

[writethelifeyouwant]

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[rebelwrites]

Chapter Sixteen: Into The Darkness - Lola

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Warnings: Kidnapping

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This Months Writing

As I walked home, I was in my own little world, a smile permanently etched onto my face. The crisp morning air didn’t bother me as once again I was drowning in the smell of Grayson, seen as I had stolen one of his black shirts and a hoodie before leaving. Luckily his sister was still around and by some miracle wore the same sized jeans and shoes which meant I could borrow some skinny jeans and pumps to go home in. My mind kept replaying the last twenty four hours which meant I wasn’t taking in my surroundings as usual.

I didn’t realise anything was off until I felt a rag being placed over my mouth, the strong smell of chloroform burning my nose. I tried to fight it but I knew it was no use, this shit was good. But it didn’t stop me thrashing about for the next five minutes trying to get whoever it was off me.

“Told you I’d see you soon Lola” Jacob laughed as my eyes fluttered closed and the darkness slipped over

When I finally came around, I knew instantly I was fucked. I could feel my hands and feet had been bound together, I had some form of duct tape over my mouth as well as being blindfolded.

Fuck.

This was all Grayson’s fault, he had got in my head and I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around me.

“Finally you are awake” Jacob laughed, ripping the blindfold off me “I was starting to get bored”

Narrowing my eyes at this prick as I tugged against my restraints, but it was no good, they weren’t coming loose any time soon.

“You know I much prefer you like this” he smirked “you talk way too much and annoy the shit out of me, but I guess you always have sweet Lola”

I knew he was trying to get a raise out of me and I wasn’t going to fucking give him it. Just like I wouldn’t give him any information. I had no idea where I had been taken but I just needed to play this smart, we had done toture training back at the agency but nothing could actually prepare you for it actually happening. Yes I didn’t look bothered on the outside but deep down I was scared. I knew what Jacob was capable off when we were back at school but now I had no idea.

But this was my life, I guess I didn’t deserve to have a life away from the agency nor did I deserve to be happy. It was in this moment I realised that in the last twenty four hours I was the happiest I had ever been. And it was all because of Grayson.

Once again I was lost in thought so I didn’t realise until my skin felt like it was being ripped off that Jacob had pulled the duct tape from my mouth.

“You fucking cunt!” I screamed tugging against my restraints.

“I did tell you I would be seeing you again” he winked. “And I don’t see my brother anywhere so he won’t be able to save his little Lola”

“They will find me” I spat “as soon as they realise that I never returned home, they will find and rescue me. But not that I need rescuing because I’m going to fucking kill you”

“I highly doubt that sweetheart” he smirked leaning against the wall. “I have the upper hand here and I will get the last laugh”

“Jay enough” a voice boomed walking into the room.

I recognised him, I had seen his face in pictures. He was Blade and Jacob’s uncle. That’s when the penny dropped. And I realised who was standing in front of me.

“What the fuck do you want with me you pig” I spat.

“Well you see miss Hudson, I know you are close with Blade and now fucking Grayson Knox hired you to take Jacob out” Reid smirked coming closer towards me , grabbing my chin in his hand. “So it was perfect really, I want revenge on my trator of a nephew and I’ve been trying to take down Grayson for years now”

“I don’t get what the fuck this has to do with me” I growled, spitting in his face.

“You see my nephew has always had a soft spot for you and from what I’ve heard you and Grayson are getting somewhat close, even though you were only hired to take out Jay” he smirked “so this way I get to hurt the two people, both of which I can hurt by hurting you”

“You really think you will get away with this” I growled. “As soon as they realised I never came home they are going to go ape shit”

“Hmm we shall see about that sweetheart” Reid laughed “now we can do this the easy way or the extremely painful way it’s up to you. All you need to tell me is what Grayson’s plans are with the drugs”

“Drugs!?” I exclaimed “I know nothing about any fucking drugs. I only know Grayson because of a job. I’ve known him less than a week. Do you think he would spill his darkest secrets to me”

“Well apparently Jay walked in on you to extremely close the other day and I know you were on the way back from his house” Reid said squeezing myself face tighter “so I think you know more than you are letting on Lola”

“Even if I did I wouldn’t tell a cunt like you” I hissed as he let my face go.

“Oh you will tell me Princess” he smirked.

“I am not your princess” I spat.

“Sorry I forgot” Jacob scoffed “a little slut like you, I can’t keep track of who's Princess you are now” before they slammed the door behind them leaving me in complete darkness once again.

The fuck were they on about, Grayson doing drugs. He was an investment banker not a drug lord. He didn’t have the aura of a drug lord, yes he was an arrogant, cocky asshole but not a drug lord. But things didn’t make sense and I was only hired to take someone out, normally the job was easier than this but it turns out that they were as good at hiding as I was. I had no idea what time it was or if the guys even knew I was missing yet.

One thing was for sure, right in this moment I felt like the old Lola was back as the feeling of being weak and vulnerable washed over me.

@chibsytelford @everyhowlmarksthedead @talicat713 @little-diable @band--psycho @mrsmarvelous1995 @pancakeisreading

[princevulgar]

La Pucelle Du Diable

I’ve never uploaded anything on here, and I figured I’d put up a writing assignment I did for a final project in college that I’m actually really proud of. I’m still debating on whether or not continuing it since I feel like I already had the entire plot figured out, but obviously had to cut it way down for my project. Hope you few who read it enjoy it as much as I did writing it. This is a historical piece with a twist of fiction 

How does one do good in this world when it is so full of chaos? How does one do good when it could all be for nothing? How does one carry such a heavy responsibility? A burden…it is questions such as these that fill the empty cavern that has now become my mind. A place that no longer feels like my own. No. Not anymore. I lost that long ago. 

Such a distant memory now. I hardly remember how the warm sun shone down upon me, kissing my skin ever so gently with its warm embrace. How the cool breeze of the winds would dance across our open fields, nourishing our land with seeds, so that we would receive a beautiful and healthy harvest; a gift from our Lord in the sky. But that all came to an end. The very image shattering to pieces before me like an old withered mirror.

I could see myself in those pieces of a faded memory. Pure, yet broken. But it was not just I, within those shards of glass. Something else breathed within them, something that moved through my eyes until it engulfed my green irises like the fires I’ve seen, oh so, many times taking the lives of my people and the lands they’ve walked upon. I stared back at my broken reflection long and hard, unmoving and afraid no more, for those now black and hellish eyes were no longer mine, but his. Abigor.

~ ~ ~

“-anduer. Commandeur?” My head turned at that strange title, my attention drawn away from the view of an old crushed field. The grass was no longer green, but instead beaten to mud and muck by the steps of my soldiers. As I looked over, I saw a man, or perhaps a boy even from his age, with a plate of food in his hands. Though he looked young, the scars and wear across his face had aged him.  Dirt covered him from head to toe, his armor denied of the sun’s rays due to the mud that was smeared across it.

I smiled at him, reaching up to flick off a few pebbles of dirt that had nestled within his brown hair, “Please, do not give me a title for which I have not earned. My name is, Jeanne. As for you, you are?”

For a moment he looked flustered, not expecting that type of response at all, “Claude, Comm-“ he paused for a moment, “Jeanne. My name is, Claude.”

I smiled again, then looked at the small wooden plate he held. On it was a small bread bun with a block of cheese sitting right next to it.

Noticing my gaze, he quickly held it out to me, “Please, eat.” I looked him over once more before gingerly taking the plate into my own hands, thanking him. With a single smile, he turned and left, returning back to his group of friends. A group lost amongst the many other groups of soldiers that sat idly nearby. I took a bite of the bread I was given, suddenly feeling a wave of nostalgia course through the entirety of my small body. Even if it tasted stale, a part of me was taken back to my home in Domremy. Back to the farm lands in which I grew up in. 

“Finally eating now, eh?” The memories instantly faded as a voice sliced right through them.

An older man, who looked much more aged than Claude, and with darker hair, stood before me. He smiled down towards me, through his salt and pepper features, though it looked more forced than it should’ve been. “It’d do us no good if the maid died from starving herself before she even set foot on the battlefield.” He mocked with a hard laugh.

I stared up at him, unbothered by his snark comment. I was used to it by now. John the Bastard they called him. The Count of Dunois, and the last defender of the city, Orleans. He made the rules around here, and I was to take orders from him. Although, I just met him, it was clear that he wanted nothing to do with me. “I was merely waiting for my share. I had no intentions of refusing any type of sustenance.”

What I had said clearly offended him, although I’m not sure how. The smile he had forced quickly turned into a scowl, “My god, woman. Call it for what it is! Food! Not this sustenance shit!” he nearly spat before pinching the bridge of his nose, “I swear, sometimes you don’t even sound human.”

I grew puzzled by that last statement, but I quickly pushed it aside before hardening my gaze towards him, “I ask you refrain from such obscene language, John. I honestly wonder why you resort to such ill words.”

He laughed again, this time through his hand before letting it drop to his side, “And I wonder why you still insist on dressing as a man. Guess we’ll never know.” With that he left, back to his tent I assumed. A hand unconsciously reached up to touch the few blonde strands of hair that hung over my face. I had tied my golden locks into a tight bun with the exception of a few that refused to stay up. My hand fell to my chest which wore a light piece of leather that waited for the smooth and shining armor that went over it.

 As he walked away and disappeared into his tent, his words stuck with me like an arrow to my chest. Heavy, and painful. What did he mean by not sounding human? I am human! My body trembled at the emotions that spiraled out of control within me, then before I knew it, I had stormed off. The small plate of food left behind in my place.

It was a small clearing, but it was far enough from eyes that would grow suspicious. I knelt down, my knees instantly sinking into the small soft patch of grass beneath me. I clasped my hands together and bowed my head letting my lids fall closed. Though I have wandered far off, away from all the soldiers, away from John, if any had followed, all they would see would be a small girl praying to her lord.

As soon as my eyes had shut, I breathed out a calm breath. I felt something inside me shift and leave. My eyes opened, and I could see the clearing around me again. The thin trees that looked like they would fall at any second, the ground that was turned over, no longer a beautiful blanket of green. My eyes then fell upon myself, kneeling perfectly still on the ground. I wonder, was I always so small?

“You called for me?”

My ‘body’ immediately whipped around to the sound of a soothing, yet haunting voice. Not far off stood a man. From where I was, he looked like a shadow, a very tall looming shadow whose entire body looked to be covered in a cloak like the color of the night sky. A starless one.  His hair was also as black as night and I still did not know where it ended. All I could see and pull apart from his body was his face, which looked as pale as a corpse, and two curved objects protruding from his head that looked they were nearly able to touch. When I first saw it, I thought they looked similar to a halo, but his had been broken in two. They were a set of horns, as I’ve come to admit.

Once again, my gaze was stern as I stared into his own black eyes, refusing to show any fear. The only color I could see in them was the gold irises that glowed and burned into my own. I took in another breath, then opened my mouth, “Yes,” my lips shut as I struggled to find words, “Human…I am still human. Right, Abigor?”

Abigor. My saint, my angel. So I have said when asked about my visions, or the voices I’ve heard. I would’ve been executed immediately for following a child of Satan, for heresy, and this would’ve all been over much sooner. But I couldn’t do that. Abigor told me so. It was not my time as of yet, and if I did not follow through with this prophecy he spoke of, the future of my people and my family would be grim. I was the only one who could fulfill his mission. He would help me, but in return, I would have to give up something of my own. Something precious.  

In the blink of an eye, the shadow of a man was suddenly right in front of me. My vision obscured for a second from his dark body towering over my own. As I looked up, I felt a chill run down my spine. He was smiling, but it was anything but friendly. I felt something cold touch my cheek and as I turned my attention towards it, I saw a large, black, clawed hand. I’ve come to realize that this man, this monster, did not have human appendages. His hands were not frail like a humans’, nor did they have fingers like one. They just looked like long and sharp charred claws. A beast from hell. I did not want to think of what the rest of his body looked like. I hushed that curiosity long ago. “What makes you ask such a question my little maiden?”

The large claw moved to caress my skin, and I let it, unphased by this demon’s touch no longer. “I may appear human, but are my actions still such?” Like a lost child, I looked to my mother for answers, only that this thing was not my mother, nor my father, not my brother, my sister, not my anything.

I knew he could read me. Read my mind and body like an open book. His smile had cracked, “Are you concerned with what you had said to the Bastard?”

I nodded, gently pushing aside the claw which longed to tear into my skin. “Yes. I- for a moment, I sounded like-“

“Me.” He quickly interjected, his smile unwavered. 

I nodded once more, my heart throbbing from his answer. “Sustenance…that’s what you called me.”

Abigor chuckled, his body moving away from mine. I watched him move, almost glide to where my actual body knelt. Ironically enough, I had found out through prayer was the only way I could speak with Abigor face-to-face. My soul, as he had put, would leave my shell of a body during these times. I had done this many times as a child. During prayer, I would hear a voice and would follow it, but never did I know that I was leaving my body. I always thought it was a dream. An innocent dream. So, when I saw my body I would ‘wake up’ and would be back within it.

“That was long ago my little maiden. That word holds no meaning to me anymore.” Again, his clawed hand moved, shifting the cloak around his body as if he were cutting through smoke. The hand came to lay atop of my kneeling body’s head. “You are something far more important.” He retracted his hand, the appendage disappearing completely when it returned to his side, “Although, if you’d like, I could get rid of those for you.”

For a moment, my body froze, and a lump formed in my throat. It felt like it took all my strength, but I managed to take a step back. My eyes locked with his. I knew what he meant, and I hated the very idea of it.

“Yes. That.”

I shook my head, “No. If anything, my emotions are what makes me human. I will not let you have that. Not while I still walk on this earthly soil.” I released a shaky breath, one I didn’t know I was holding, “Please. Let me be selfish this once and ask you to leave my emotions be…please.” Before I knew it, my cheeks were warm and wet. Tears? When had I started crying? “You have my word on following through with this prophecy of yours…and you have my soul, but please, leave my emotions be.”

I blinked, the tears falling endlessly, and in that moment Abigor was at my side yet again, only this time I was in his arms. As cold as they were, and as empty as he felt, it was the first time where I was being comforted. I let those long dark claws embrace my small body for however long he wished.

I could hear his voice above me when he spoke, and I could feel the emptiness in his words, “But of course, my little maiden. I will grant you this wish of yours.” He pulled away, and I was left alone once more. A part of me wanted to stay in his arms, keep that comfort, however empty it was, and the other part of me wanted to run as far away as I could from him. I did not know how to feel around this demon anymore.

“Oh, my dear child. You make it sound as if all your actions, all your promises are going to be in vain. Did you forget just how many lives you are going to spare? How much you are going to help your people accomplish?” he smiled, almost tauntingly, “The future you will secure for your grandchildren-“ I looked away at the last part.  “Oh apologies, I meant your nieces and nephews.” 

I had taken a vow of chastity when I had gone back home from the garrison in Vancouleur. My purity, along with my will and soul, was his. “You truly do not know just how big of an impact you will make in the future because of all this. You will be known throughout history as one of the greatest heroines, St. Jeanne d’ Arc.”

My eyes did not search for his. I kept my gaze locked elsewhere. I did not care for this title, nor did I care for becoming infamous. The only thing that put me at ease was the fact that my people would be free, that my family would be safe, and that their generations would live on.

“Now. You must leave.”

My brows furrowed at this as I finally turned to him, “Why so suddenly?”

“Your enemies. They’re on the move.”

My eyes went wide as I wiped away the few remaining tears, “The English?”

Abigor simply nodded, “Yes. You leave, now.”

Wait, everything was happening way too fast now. It feels like I barely reached Orleans, and that was only traveling. I had yet to fight anything, let alone go to war, “Now? But-“ My head felt like it was spinning suddenly. I couldn’t find words.

Abigor could see my discomfort. Feel it even. “I have aided you this far, have I not?”

“Yes, but Abigor, this is war.”

I had barely enough time to finish my sentence before he spoke up, “Precisely what you were born for.” I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat refusing to leave. “Show no fear, nor hesitation, and I shall be there to guide you. Now go before you miss this chance.”

One second Abigor was in front of me, the next he was gone. I looked all around only to be brought back by the strange feeling of numbness in my legs. I stood up, as wobbly as I was, and forced the blood to flow back into my legs. I was back in my own body, and I had to move fast from what Abigor had said.

I wanted to show fear, I wanted to hesitate, but it felt as if my body had a mind of its own when I turned around and ran back to the camp. I had to move now. I couldn’t waste any time. I was going to get through this. I was going to lift the siege on Orleans and take my Dauphin to Reims to claim his throne, because no matter how much I hated it, I trusted Abigor’s words. He would not lead me astray. As much as I needed him to help me accomplish this prophecy, it had become clear to me that he needed me just as much. For what, I did not know, but soon I would find out.

After my prayer with Abigor, I ran back to camp demanding to speak with John. I told him about my vision with my saint. How he had said that we needed to attack that very day. I’m not sure exactly what I had said, or how I looked, but John the Bastard did not argue against me that day. Instead he felt vigor and confidence in my words. He rallied the men up, and had given me control over more than half of them. The soldiers had armed themselves, grabbing their weapons, and putting on their heavy armor. I too was given a set of armor, one small enough for my body. Though I carried a sword on my belt, I felt a stronger pull to a long metal pole with a banner flowing freely atop of it. It was on that day that I had decided for myself for once. I was going to take that banner, and carry it all the way to Reims, through battle and all.

The next four days felt like a blur to me. It felt like it all happened so quickly, yet I was able to remember every detail of it. I could remember how my fear had shifted within me, and turned into something livelier. Excitement? No. I do not wish to think I felt something so positive when lives were being taken. But there was something there, something that stirred inside me. I felt strength and sureness that I would have never recognized as my own.  And I exuded a courage that nearly terrified me. In one of those days, I was wounded. An arrow shot straight through my leg, and a heavy piece of stone had been thrown at my head. Yet, I felt nothing. I did not slow down. I couldn’t. I refused. Apparently, these were considered heroic actions. Heroic to some, nearly demonic to others. My behavior, so to speak, had gone unnoticed by my men, along with the English infantry. My comrades, my soldiers, became lions from my fearlessness, and the English began to retreat because of it.

What was four days felt like an eternity to me, but by the 7th of May at dawn, the siege at Orleans had finally been lifted, and an obstacle in my prophecy had been overcome. 

Reims was not so far out of reach now, and soon I would guide my Dauphin to his rightful throne. I would pave the way for him, for his crown. I would save my people and free my homeland. I would accomplish all of this, because I knew that Abigor would be with me, guiding me, every step of the way.

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People in Eddie’s life who are not the other rogues, or the heroes.

Diedre Vance, A.K.A. Query - Eddie’s first henchwoman, a sex worker/dominatrix of Irish origins, who, despite her constant teasing of Eddie, actually respects him a lot. She believes in the goals of the R!ddler to a T after he killed a cop who had abused her. Diedre will do anything to make sure the R!ddler’s vision is fulfilled. When Eddie reformed, Diedre does all she can to convince Eddie to return to the life of the R!ddler.

Nina Damfino, A.K.A. Echo - Also Eddie’s first henchwoman. She was a thrill seeking biker who ended up meeting Diedre, which Diedre convinced Nina that she’ll find more thrills in robbing places. Unlike Diedre, Nina was never a sex worker, but she did attend the bar at Pandora’s Box. After Eddie went into a coma, Nina returned to bar work, but joined Eddie’s side when he offered her a job as his bodyguard after he had awoken and reformed. Unlike Diedre, Nina does not really have any morals or ideals, she just loves her friends, thrills, and money, no matter what side she’s on. She, Eddie, and Diedre had a relationship which resembled that of open polyamorous while Eddie was the R!ddler.

Beverly Maddison - A sex worker Eddie had met up with two times for some paid entertainment. Beverly would later on not interact with Eddie for a few years after joining a cult called Cadeau Du Diable, and entering a “relationship” with its leader, Edvin Bonhomme. But Beverly would later meet with again meet with Eddie for help after Edvin declared that her 3-year-old daughter, Elaine, would be sacrificed due to her apparent autism.

Elaine Maddison / Nigma - The daughter of Beverly, who, cult leader Bonhomme was going to sacrifice because she started showing symptoms of autism. Bonhomme having bigoted beliefs that autism equaled stupidity, and therefore went against his cult ideals which depended largely on intelligence. Upon saving Elaine from this fate, Eddie was informed that Elaine was his daughter via broken condom accident. Since then, and the destruction of Cadeau Du Diable, Eddie has been taking care of Elaine.

Edvin Bonhomme - The cult leader of Cadeau Du Diable; a cult that believes the end of times is near, and that the only survivors are those who are smart enough. They believe that the Devil will spare them during the end of times, seeing as they are the only ones fit to live on earth whilst the other idiots would only ruin the earth furthermore. Edvin and his cult members all wear suits in order to please the Devil. They also sacrifice anyone they deem stupid to the Devil, believing they’re already doing his work before the end of times. Edvin is the only one who can supposedly speak to this apparent Devil, and does this Devil’s every command.

(Maurice Siegel) The Puzzler - He showed his face after Eddie reformed. The man has never been arrested, nor been committed to the Asylum. Puzzler claimed this was because he’s far smarter than Eddie, and therefore has never been caught for his crimes. Whether this is a lie or not is unknown. The Puzzler, ironic to Eddie, puts Eddie in many death traps to prove his superior intelligence. Not much is known about Puzzler, Eddie doesn’t even know his real name. All he does know is that Puzzler is an old man in his mid 60s, has a love for puzzles and airplanes, and also apparently has a dying husband.

Amelie (née Boucher) Nashton - Eddie’s mother who neglected Eddie as a child, only to sexually abuse him when he was 14-17. Amelie was always shunned by her upper class family for being ‘lazy,’ ‘untalented,’ ‘stupid,’ and unwilling to work. She was often compared to her brother, Edward was a very hard worker. Because of this, Amelie had low self-esteem, and resorted to alcohol as a way to cope. She rushed into a marriage with Franklin at the age 18, very shortly accidentally having Eddie.

Franklin Nashton - Eddie’s father who was constantly jealous of his son for many things; Eddie’s intelligence, his hardworking attitude, physical appearance, and the attention Amelie gave to Eddie. Franklin was a very violent man who was often physically abusive towards Eddie, especially when Eddie had won a contest at school. Franklin was hated by his own family for being ‘lazy,’ ‘stupid,’ and downright hostile. Because he always felt like he was nothing, he wanted to make sure Eddie felt the same way.

Edward Boucher - Eddie’s uncle who died from severe brain tumors while Eddie was still a child. Edward was Amelie’s brother, who coincidentally shares the same name as his nephew. Amelie will not admit if the name was intentional or not. Edward was a businessman (of what? Haven’t figured out. I’ll think of it later.) He didn’t get to see Eddie too often, considering his estranged relationship with his sister. But every time Edward did, he was relatively kind to the child. He even taught Eddie had to tie a tie, and got Eddie interested in his French heritage.

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I sighed in frustration, throwing my phone on the couch before collapsing into it myself. As soon as I felt like I was taking a step forward, I seemed to get knocked back again. I was meant to be going for an interview today and up until a few minutes ago everything was going just like I’d hoped, my son was s/n was still peacefully sleeping in his crib, allowing me to try on at least five different outfits for the interview before settling on a white blouse, a navy blue blazer with matching trousers and a pair of white block heels shoes to match my top, as well as a light covering of makeup. I felt more confident than I had done in years and I was so determined to ace this interview right up until my sister rang me saying that she wouldn’t be able to come over and look after S/n. It wasn’t her fault and I knew that, but I had no back up plan and I didn’t have the money to pay a babysitter. I felt everything I had hoped for just begin to slowly fall apart in front of me and I had no idea what to do.

I was dragged away from my thoughts when I heard a repetitive knocking at my door and couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread and annoyance wash over me as I bolted towards the door. It wasn’t because I was scared who was on the other side of the door but because I didn’t want anything to disturb S/n nor did I want anyone to see the state I was currently in. However, all of that seemed to fade when I opened the door to see the one and only Jax Teller standing outside with a bag of groceries in his hand, his charming smile painted on his face. 

“Why’re you so dressed up at this hour?” He asked, with a small chuckle in his voice as his eyes scanned down my body. Normally whenever he came round I was dressed in what I like to call my lazy day wear, which mainly consisted of baggy jeans, a crop top and a cardigan, so I could imagine seeing me like this would be a shock. But as he said those words I felt my heart drop as I remembered the interview...

“Woah, what’s wrong, darlin’?” He asked, his smile faltering slightly when his eyes locked with mine, without any hesitation he pulled me into a hug that  I gladly reciprocated. There was always something about Jax that calmed me, no matter how stressed I was. 

“I was meant to have an interview today,” I muttered into his chest, trying not to burst into tears as all of the stress built up in my body. 

He pulled from the hug slightly with a raised eyebrow before asking “An interview?” 

“Y’know like a job interview,” I sassed back with, a small smile creeping upon my face as a small chuckle slipped past his perfect lips.

“I’m well aware what an interview is, darlin’, where?” 

“This new firm in town,” I answered, sighing in defeat once again, pulling away from the hug completely as I tried to keep myself together. The last thing I wanted to do was breakdown on Jax-he’d seen enough of my breakdowns recently. I didn’t want to put him through another one. 

“Okay,” He began, in a low voice, walking towards me, rubbing soothing circles onto my arms “I'm struggling to see what’s bad about this, shouldn’t you be happy to have an interview?” 

“I would be but my sister just called me saying that she’s ill so can’t look after S/n and my mum isn’t picking up her phone and I can’t just take him into the interview and even if I could I’ve only just got him off to sleep and-”

“Darlin’, breathe,” Jax interjected, moving his hands from my arm to my face, caressing my cheeks as he lightly lifted my face up, forcing my eyes to look into his gorgeous blue ones; getting lost in them like I always used to. Even his eyes could calm me down...it was bizarre, but right now it’s what I needed. 

I tried so hard to stop the tears that forming in my eyes from falling because I didn’t want to breakdown nor did I want to ruin my makeup “Sorry, I just...I just don’t know what to do,” I muttered, feeling myself lean in more to his touch, like it was the only thing keeping me together. Which to be honest at this very moment wasn’t that far from the truth. 

“I’ll look after him,” Jax stated, his hands tracing small circles on to my cheeks. Those very words were enough to make my heart both melt and to strike fear into me. I trusted Jax more than anyone in this world and I knew he would never hurt S/n but since I’d left Will, my abusive ex boyfriend I never felt comfortable leaving S/n alone with anyone else besides my sister and my mum because I trusted them and I knew that they would never hurt S/n. But it was Jax. He wasn’t some random stranger, he was one of my closest friends. He was the friend who practically saved me from that toxic relationship....

“He’s safe with me,” Jax whispered soothingly, his hands still caressing my face, holding me close. I nodded slowly knowing that I could trust him with S/n.

A small smile came on his face at my answer, before he connected his lips lightly to my forehead,“Knock ‘em dead, darlin’,” he whispered before handing me the keys to my car, that charming smile coming on his face again, making my heart race and my cheeks redden, luckily I turned around and quickly left the house before he could notice. 

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The interview went amazingly well, I don’t think I’d ever had an interview go that well in any of my previous jobs, so to say that I was confident in getting a job was an understatement. As I pulled up outside the house, I fully expected to hear S/n crying echoing outside the house as I walked towards it, but I didn’t. In fact I heard nothing but silence. Pure silence, normally people would enjoy the silence but all I could feel was worry. Worry that Will had found out where we were...that he’d hurt Jax and taken S/n, quickly I opened the door and shouted out “Jax”, at first he didn’t appear only making the anxiety I was feeling to grow but when I shouted his name for the second time and he appeared carrying S/n in his arms, with a pleased grin on his face.Relief washed over me as I saw  both of them and I felt my heart swell in my chest as the scene before me. I’d never seen S/n so calm around anyone else other than me, not even my sister or mum, even with them he cried a lot. 

“Hey, darlin’, how’d the interview go,” he asked, moving closer towards me, giving me a kiss on the forehead before passing S/n over to me. God I could get used to this, something about coming home to Jax and S/n just made my heart feel whole. 

“It went amazingly well, actually, I’m feeling really confident about it,” I answered with a smile on my face, as I gave S/n his favourite toy, causing him to giggle in joy. 

“I’m glad, you deserve a win darlin’,” his voice was soft and there was a look in his eye that made the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

“How was he?” I asked, with a slight chuckle in my voice as S/n dropped the toy and started playing with my hair instead. 

“He was as good as gold, barely cried at all,” I knew a confused look must’ve come over my face by the way he chuckled, leaning in closer to me and whispered “No need to look so shocked, darlin’, I’m the baby whisperer,after all.” And with that he grabbed his hoodie which was draped over my chair. I didn’t want him to leave; it was nice having him here. He made me feel safe and loved...just like he used to before I left. 

“Do you wanna stay the night?” it took me a second to realise what I’d just asked, making my heart beat faster in my chest more than I ever thought possible. God, no. This was not what I wanted to do. Well I did. I wanted him to stay. But now I’ve probably just scared him off-of course he doesn’t want to stay...why would he...he-was kissing me-wait-what. I opened my eyes briefly in shock, and he was. Jax Teller was kissing me...and within a few seconds without even really thinking about it, I was kissing him back; it was like we were in our own little bubble. The only thing that brought us back to the real world was the sound of S/n giggling away.

“I’d love to stay the night, darlin’,” he whispered against my lips, causing that familiar blush to appear on my cheeks, as he pulled me and S/n into his embrace. This was a new chapter in my life and no matter what had happened before in the past, I was excited to see how my life with Jax would look like. It was the new start I’d desperately craved for so long...and now I had it. 

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Heartbeat-Aragorn x Reader

Prompt 25 for my amazing friend @little-diable​ ~You’re shaking // With Aragorn (Prompt in bold) 

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Aragorn couldn’t sleep, even though he knew that they were safe in the magical forest of the Elves, the thoughts wouldn’t stop swarming around in his head. He was responsible for the company now...especially Frodo. He knew how he must be feeling, all of this was very different from the Shire and any story his Uncle Bilbo had told him. He’d heard parts of it, mostly from Gandalf but some parts from Legolas and Gimli of course had his own stories that his father had told him. Gandalf often told Aragorn how alike Frodo and Bilbo were; especially when it came to adventures. But this was exactly a joyous adventure, it was a mission. A mission with one goal, to save the world. That would be a grueling task with an enormous amount of pressure for anyone, let alone a Hobbit. But Frodo was managing well, up until now. Gandalf was important to him, he was like family. So of course watching him die would affect him. His thoughts soon drifted to Y/n/n. She was his rock, the love of his life, not that she knew it of course. When he glanced over at her, he could see her tossing and turning under her blanket. His eyes grew wide as he realised she was having a nightmare. She’d had them before, normally when she was worried or stressed about things...he wasn’t even meant to know she had them. The only reason he knew was because he’d heard Gandalf comforting her about it whilst they were in Rivendell. When he asked Gandalf about it he told him not to mention it to anyone, especially not Y/n/n. She didn’t want people knowing. He felt his heart break as he looked at her, hearing her frantic breaths as she moved restlessly under the covers. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, to comfort her, to protect her. But before he could go over and comfort her, she shot upright. Eyes wide, breathing erratic and beads of sweat on her forehead, completely oblivious to the world around her. But of course Aragorn had seen it all. In all the time he’d known her, this was the first time she seemed vulnerable.

“Are you okay?”  He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he made his way closer to her.

Running a hand through her slightly damp hair, she bluntly replied with “I’m fine,” quickly trying to act like nothing had happened, desperately trying to brush off the worry that was in Aragorn’s eyes.

“You’re shaking,” Aragorn pointed out, kneeling down next to her. He knew what he was doing was risky...she could end up hating him if he continued to push her..but he couldn’t help her if he didn’t know what was going on. He just wanted to help. To protect her from whatever terrifying thoughts were filling her dreams. 

“Shivering,” she corrected him, wiping away the beads of sweat from her forehead, shuffling slightly under the blanket, attempting to prove that it was just a shiver. But she wasn’t just trying to prove it to Aragorn, she was trying to prove it to herself as well. She hated the fact that she had nightmares, she saw it as a huge flaw. But after all the horrors she’d seen in her life, it wasn’t really much of a surprise. But she hadn’t had as many recently, not since Gandalf noticed and asked her about them. At first she was like she was now with Aragorn, blunt, not wanting to admit it, but eventually he got her to admit it. He became like a father to her. Which is why the nightmare tonight felt even more terrifying….because now Gandalf was dead, she’d lost so many people in her life...so many people that she loved and now she’d lost him as well. One of the very few people she trusted enough to explain her nightmares to, the only person in this company that knew the truth about her past….who helped her deal with her nightmares, was gone. And now she was alone. Y/n had  tried so hard to not sleep recently, and if she did it was just quick naps here and there, not allowing her mind to delve too deep into her memories..or her thoughts of the future, but tonight she couldn’t fight it any longer. And now Aragorn had seen her. He’d seen her having the nightmare. She’d had a crush on Aragorn since she first laid eyes on him. To her, he was perfect...and that’s what made the entire situation worse for Y/n. He was one of the last people she wanted to see her like this...to see her so weak..

“Y/n…” Aragorn whispered, knocking her out of her thoughts. 

“What Aragorn?” Y/n snapped in frustration, her heart beating  faster as she tried (and failed) to calm herself down from the fragments of the nightmare that still lingered in her mind. Before she could even really process what was going on, Aragorn's hands were wrapped around hers, lifting her hands up to his chest, resting just above his heart. 

“Match the rhythm of my heartbeat,” he prompted softly, his voice, his hand moving slightly, to cover hers. He didn’t know what else to do. Whenever he talked to Gandalf about it he said that they would just talk about it, what happened in her nightmare and then that was it. But Aragorn knew that Y/n/n wasn’t going to talk to him about them..so this was the only thing he hoped would help to calm her breathing down. Y/n was reluctant at first, not really knowing what to think but eventually gave in, attempting to match his steady heart beat. Y/ns eyes moved to where her hand was, she could feel Aragorn's gaze on her but she was couldn’t meet it; afraid that she wouldn’t be able to keep her feelings a secret from him 

A few moments of silence passed as Y/n continued to match her breaths to Aragorn's steady beating heart. Soon her breathing was back to normal, and the reality of the entire situation sunk in, a small blush appeared on her cheeks as she slowly went to move her hand from his. Aragorn couldn’t help but miss the touch of her hand as soon as it left, but was somewhat grateful, he knew his heart was no longer beating at a steady rhythm; as he looked at her with, the warm blush spreading across her cheeks he couldn't help but think about how much he liked her. 

“Umm….thank you…” Y/n said awkwardly, her eyes locking onto the ground, anxiously fumbling with her hands, not knowing what else to do. 

“Anytime,” Aragorn whispered, a small yet reassuring smile coming across his face. He stayed knelt there for a few moments, not knowing what to say. He wanted to tell her how he truly felt, but now wasn’t the right time, nor was it the right time to start asking her questions about the nightmare, it was only going to make her stressed. 

“Goodnight, Y/n,” He whispered once he knew she was okay, he went back to where he was originally sitting. 

“Goodnight,” Y/n said quietly, rolling over so she was facing away from him, her blanket wrapped tightly around her as she thought about what just happened. She wished she could’ve stayed in that moment forever, his hand on hers, holding it close to his chest. Little did she know that he felt exactly the same way. For the rest of the night, the pair thought about that moment and how they felt about each other. Both of them wanting nothing more than to say how they really felt, but both of them being too scared to do so.

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Chibs Telford Smut-Illicit Affairs (Music Writing Challenge 2021)

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‘Meet me at the usual spot in ten minutes,’ I couldn’t deny the way my heart skipped a beat, nor could I deny the arousal that flooded directly to my core as I read those words. It was like my body was autopilot, quickly changing into the closest items of clothing I could get hold of. For a while now Chibs Telford and I had had this arrangement; originally it started with long (and somewhat romantic) nights spent in hotel rooms, fucking until we fell asleep. That’s all it was, it wasn’t making love, it was a lot more primal in that, like an animalistic hunger that we both craved. The guy I was seeing now, he was one of the sweetest people I’d met in a long time, he was practically perfect in every aspect except one. He wasn’t Chibs. I knew what I was doing was so many levels of wrong, I always said I’d neve cheat on anyone….but when it came to Chibs, I just couldn’t say no. He could ask me anything and I’d do it in a heartbeat and he damn well knew it. He had a hold over me, one that I couldn’t seem to shake no matter how hard I tried. I’d be his in heartbeat and that again was part of the problem because that’s not what he wanted. He didn’t want a relationship like that. I tried so hard to fight the feelings I had for him, the urge to feel his lips against mine, I tried to forget him and move on. That’s how I met Reece, we’d been on a couple of dates and we weren’t officially official but he spent most nights at mine. The relationship I had with Reece was so different to the one I had with Chibs, Reece and I went out on cute little dates to the movies, the park, all of those things a normal couple should do and for a while I did manage to forget about Chibs, a small part of me even began to imagine a future with Reece, a future that was filled with security but slowly, the echo of Chibs’ touch found me again and I couldn’t help but crave every aspect of him again and I couldn’t resist it when I was alone with him and neither could he, that’s how our affair started and that’s how it carried on, today was just another day of being torn between my heart and my head.

Quickly I made my way over to the abandoned parking lot that was a few blocks away from my house and there he was standing next to his car.Just the mere sight of him was enough to get me soaked; his hair was slicked back, dressed from head to toe in black. As soon as he looked up, I averted my gaze to the floor as I walked closer to him. I felt his eyes burning into me as I approached him, like a rabbit approaching a fox. In one swift motion I felt his cold grip on my chin tightly forcing me to look up at him, the anger burning behind his already darkened eyes. I knew I was in trouble, before I even got a chance to defend myself, he placed a finger over my lips. 

“Ye’re late,” he growled in my ear, lowering both of his hands to my waist and lifting me up onto the bonnet of the car, quickly pulling my trousers down so they were hanging off of my ankles. Those actions were enough to have me dripping for him as my arousal continued to build 

“Chibs-” I began, my voice barely a whisper but was cut off when his lips crashed down onto mine in a bruising kiss, one of his hands gripping my thigh tightly while the other hand traced along the damp line of my panties. He was the only one that could turn me on this quickly and in such a dominant way. He wasted no time in removing my hoodie and sports bra, disregarding them onto the floor, he trail of hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck before moving further down your chest. His mouth sucking on one of the curves of my chest, his tongue rolling over my nipple while one hand squeezed my breast, occasionally pinching the nipple causing jolts of pleasure to course through me. I was barely keeping it together as he switched actions between my breasts. 

“Need you-” I moaned out, gripping onto his shoulders, desperately trying to catch my breath as he continued his relentless attack on my breasts. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he halted in his actions, his lustful eyes locking on to mine. 

“Need what?” He asked, his hand moving slowly moving my panties to the side, allowing him access to the place I craved him most. All the words seemed to melt away in my mind as he lightly tapped his finger against my clit, the pleasure taking over all of my thoughts and all I could do was moan in response, bucking my hips slightly. 

“I need an answer, love,” he whispered, gently biting the lobe of my ear as he began to tap my clit faster. 

“You, I-I need you,” I moaned out, feeling his erection pressing against my thigh. 

“Does your guy get you this wet?” he taunted, his hot breath making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge as he ran a finger along my dripping slit. I let out a shaky breath as he whispered “answer the question, or I stop right now.” 

Just as he was about to pull his hand away from my pussy I whispered a “no” in response, a small smirk came across his face at my admission. 

“Say it louder,” he demanded, as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of me. 

“NO,” I moaned in response, gripping onto him for dear life. 

“No what, love?” he taunted, his thumb circling my clit as his finger drew me closer and closer towards the edge. 

“He-he doesn’t make me this wet,” I admitted, desperate for my release and just as I was about to fall over the edge he stopped. My moans turned into a whimper at the loss of him, but he just smirked, raising the finger that was covered in my juices to his lips.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he stated with a triumphant smirk on his face. He waited a few seconds before doing anything else, reveling in how desperate I was for him. Those few seconds felt like an eternity to me, I needed him inside me. I needed him to fuck me, now...I was so lost in the ecstacy of pleasure that I didn’t even hear him unzip his trousers before he entered me. I screamed slightly at the sudden feeling of his member inside me. I knew it wasn’t going to take long to push me over the edge, but by the look on Chibs’ eyes it was going to take him long either. Relentlessly he thrusted into me hitting my g-spot. Every.Single.Time. It was like I was on cloud nine; there was nothing that compared to this, no one that could bring me so much pleasure. I could feel myself about to fall over the edge again this time Chibs didn’t stop, he just kept on pounding into me. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, wrapping one of his hands around my throat, only adding to the sheer pleasure I was feeling. 

“Does he fuck you like this?” He asked against my lips, applying slightly more pressure to my throat with each thrust.

“No...he... doesn’t fuck me... like this,” I  choked out in between moans, sweat beaded both of our foreheads as his speed increased.  

“Who owns this pussy?” He asked, slowing his thrusts down, to look at me directly in the eyes, awaiting for my answer. 

“You do…” I answered,knowing that it was the truth. He clearly saw the truth in my eyes because his thrusts began to get faster and faster,  after a few more rapid thrusts my loud moans and his guttural groans were echoing around the  parking lot as both of us came undone, finally reaching the release we both craved.  Once we both caught our breath he released his grip on my throat and pulled out of me and I hopped down from the bonnet of the car, both of us quickly sorting ourselves out and just like that, it was all over, nothing else was said by either of us, although I could feel his eyes lingering on me for a split second as I got changed. But that was it. And just like that he got in the car and I made my own way out of the parking lot. By the time I got back home, I was already craving him inside me again. 

“Hey baby,” Reece called out, as I entered the front room. I mentally cursed myself, completely forgetting that I’d given him my spare key. 

“Hey,” I called back, guilt washing over me. 

“You okay? You look a bit flustered,” he said, worry lacing his voice as he walked over to me, his hands moving to my face, caressing my cheeks lightly. 

“I’m fine, I just went for a run,” I lied, with a fake smile painted on my face but it was enough to persuade him. 

“Aw babe, don’t burn yourself out okay? I’ll go so you can get some rest,” he said, pressing a light kiss to forehead. I couldn’t help but remember how foreign his lips were on my skin compared to Chibs. 

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” I said, with another fake smile on my face. Breathing a sigh of relief as he left. Part of me hated Chibs...hated how his touch, his kiss had created some type of secret language that I couldn’t speak with anyone else because no one else was him.

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