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fallin-4-ya · 4 years ago

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but beautiful

But Beautiful

cedric diggory x malfoy!reader

summary: life wasn’t particularly easy being the older sister of draco malfoy, but a certain boy from hufflepuff had the power to make all her troubles melt away.

warnings: slight house shaming, brief mention of disappointed parents & i think that's it! non-voldy au! (gif is not mine, credit to owner)

words: 1.6k

part i, part ii, part iii

‘And you have to believe me when I tell you that no one could ever be as beautiful as you are at this very moment, because I could never want anyone more than I want you right now.’ -Mariella Muffarotto

There was something to be said about being a Malfoy, something y/n could not understand. With an uncommonly kind heart and an unprejudiced view on life, she saw the wizarding world as nothing but beautiful.

September 1st, 1989

Y/n walked nervously onto platform nine and three quarters with her mother, Narcissa, on one side and her father, Lucius, on the other. She looked up with pleading eyes at her parents, almost as if asking if she had to go. Her mother put her hand on her shoulder, ‘My dear, not to worry. You’ll make so many friends before you know it.’

‘Yes, y/n, your mother is right. But, don't go making friends with the wrong sort.’ Her father said with half a grin and half disgust. She shook her head, acknowledging his words. Y/n hugged her parents goodbye and headed up to the train, walking through to see most of the compartments as full. Almost at the end of the train she spotted a compartment that had two very similar looking boys who seemed nice enough. But what she didn't know is that once she opened that door, she would become best friends with two future trouble makers at Hogwarts. So, opening the door hesitantly she peeked inside

‘Hi, um, is this one full?’ Y/n stared at the two tall identical, redhead boys looking up at her.

‘Not at all.’ Said the one closest to the compartment door. ‘I’m Fred, by the way. Fred Weasley! And this is my brother George.’ He pointed to the by next to him, who smiled and sent her a wave.

‘Thanks.’ She sat down across the two. They gave her a quizzical look as she stared down at her hands, twiddling with her thumbs. The nervous energy was definitely kicking in and her mind fumbled into a much of anxiety. Her thoughts, though, were interrupted who she assumed to be Fred.

‘And you are?’

‘Oh! I’m y/n, y/n Malfoy.’ said the girl, smiling awkwardly at the two of them. ‘Sorry, guess I’m a bit nervous.’

Fred chuckled, ‘Well, not to worry y/n. This is our first year too, and with any luck will be sorted into Gryffindor.’ He smiled proudly, elbowing George.

‘Yeah, the whole lot of our family is Gryffindor. Sure, it will be the same for us.’ George pipped up. ‘What house are you hoping for?’

Y/n thought timidly to herself before answering the simple, yet complicated question. ‘Well, if I hope to live another day, then Slytherin. But I’d be happy in any house. Whatever the hat thinks is right for me.’

‘And why’s that, y/n?’ Fred asked.

‘My whole family is Slytherin. You know the type of purebloods who believe in all of the superiority nonsense. The Malfoys have been part of Slytherin house for centuries, so I guess I wouldn’t want to be a disappointment.’ She shrugged.

‘Oh.’ Whispered George knowingly, sending his brother a look. ‘Don’t get too caught up in it, y/n. We know tons of witches and wizards who were in your shoes and they all are just fine. Regardless of what house they got sorted into!’ He cooed reassuringly.

‘Anyways, Hogwarts isn’t about houses and schoolwork and nonsense like that. It’s about having fun.’ Fred said with a smirk, giving y/n a wink.

‘Good thing for both of you, I love nothing more than a bit of fun.’

The train arrived to the Hogsmeade station even more quickly than expected, or perhaps it was because Fred, George and y/n were having too much fun to realize the time passing by. The entered the Great Hall in awe because y/n’s mother and father had never told her how magnificent it really was. Her, the twins and the rest of the first-year students anxiously made their way up to the front of the room, passing older students as they went along. There stood Professor McGonagall, with a list of names and a big, old hat. She began reading off names:

‘Diggory, Cedric!’

‘Jordan, Lee!’

‘Johnson, Angelina!’

Then what seemed like a hundred names Professor McGonagall bellowed out, ‘Malfoy, Y/n!’

Y/n walked up to the wooden stool with shaky hands. Of course, she had wanted to be put in Slytherin to make her family proud, but a part of her felt like she just didn’t belong. Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on her head gently and took a step back.

‘Hm, another Malfoy,’ the sorting hat started. ‘Much potential. Talented, no doubt. A want to please and make others happy. Courage and loyalty, but where to put you?’ Better be, Hufflepuff.’

Y/n heart dropped to the floor, yet soared at the same time. She could not comprehend the emotion she was feelings, lying somewhere between overjoyed and worried. However, a smile was plastered onto her face as she made her way to sit down at the table adorned in yellow and black.

Y/n took a set across a boy with light brown hair who had been sorted into Hufflepuff not five minutes before she did. He grinned at her. Y/n looked into gray eyes, holding warmth and promise. He extended his hand to meet hers, ‘Hi! I’m Cedric Diggory!’

Y/n took his hand and shook it, ‘I’m y/n Malfoy!’

The boy who she now knew as Cedric smiled at her, with rosy cheeks. ‘I can tell were going to be great friends!’

And great friends they did become.

The days turned to weeks, the weeks turned to months. Months became seasons and seasons blossomed to years. Y/n’s friendship with both the Weasley twins and Cedric Diggory were planted into little trees in which her love for Hogwarts sprouted. Two years had passed since y/n Malfoy was sorted into Hufflepuff, though it would be lying to say she didn’t get quite the earful from her parents about it.

(‘Hufflepuff!’ Lucius spat. ‘A Malfoy, in Hufflepuff. You’re an embarrassment, a disgrace!’

Her little brother giggled in the background at her great misfortune, but y/n could only be mad at one person at a time. ‘It’s not like it’s my fault!’ she hissed back, ‘It’s the bloody hat. If it’s that much of problem why don’t you take it up with the inanimate object!’)

But still, she lived. And most importantly she was happy. Y/n not only had the two most fun-loving pranksters glued to one side of her hip, but she had a kind, sweet, adorable Hufflepuff boy glued to the other. Two years had flown by and y/n’s brother, Draco, finally joined her at school. She wasn’t excited per say, they had hardly enjoyed each other’s company. Draco was his sister’s polar opposite, not to mention the constant teasing she endured from him.

Yet still, y/n accepted fate as a bull was sent into a china cabinet, simply waiting for hell to break loose. She sat at the Hufflepuff table next to Cedric as the group of first years gathered into the Great Hall. One by one, each of the new students walked up to the hat, awaiting to be sorted.

‘Malfoy, Draco!’ Professor McGonagall’s voice roared.

Cedric nudged y/n, ‘Gather that’s your brother.’

‘Yep.’ She answered simply popping the p. ‘What gave it away? The blonde hair or the last name?’ She said with a smirk.

Draco approached the sorting hat with a smug grin smeared on his face. The hat hadn’t been on his head a second before it bellowed out Slytherin.

‘Are you joking? The bloody hat barely touched him!’ y/n nearly shouted. Cedric stifled a laugh, earning him an elbow from y/n. ‘Yeah, Ced. Hysterical that my dumb brother got into my family’s dumb house while I’m sat here looking like a bloody bumblebee.’

This only sent Cedric’s head back, laughing at her. (‘You really think we look like bumblebees, y/n?’) He watched as Draco stuck his tongue out at his older sister, who in return rolled her eyes at him.

After the feast, y/n was approached by Fred and George who practically ran to meet her.

‘So now what?’ Fred said quickly.

Y/n stopped and shrugged her shoulders, ‘Now, Draco become the favorite child.’

‘The favorite child, yeah? Better him than you, I’ll say.’ George said with a hint of sarcasm, making her smile.

‘Reckon you’re right, Georgie. Besides who needs a dumb brother, when I already got the two of you already driving me crazy.’ She said ruffling both of the twin’s hair. ‘Meet you guys in the morning!’ Y/n shouted as she ran back to meet the rest of her house, joining them in the common room.

Y/n walked into a busy common room, all the students catching up with one another after summer holiday. She then spotted Cedric by the velvet sofas, as if he was waiting for her. She couldn’t remember in this moment if his eyes had always been that beautiful or if his cheeks were ever that soft. Perhaps it was the extra inches he grew over the summer or perhaps the way he finally learned how to style his hair. But whatever it was, it did not last long because y/n quickly chased away those thoughts and sat next to her friend.

‘Whatcha up to, Ced?’ y/n questioned taking a seat next him.

‘Can I ask you something, y/n?’ Cedric said suddenly, y/n nodded allowing permission for him to carry on. ‘Why do you and Draco not get along?’

She drew back slightly, Cedric was not one to ask very personal questions. He had a flare for boundaries and always knew exactly where to draw the line, especially when it came to family. She couldn’t help but to feel that he deserved an answer after being such a fierce friend over the past few years.

Y/n swallowed hard, truly thinking about how to answer him. There had been no true animosity towards the siblings, no hate or anything of the sort. They just simply didn’t get along. She sighed, ‘Not sure, guess we’re just oil and water. We’ve never been particularly fond of each other, but I think that’s because we’re both so different. Of course, I love him. But he’s also a bit of a prick, like, all the time.’

Cedric laughed softly at her words, ‘That’s a pretty good reason not to get along with someone.’

He smiled at her. Butterflies erupted from y/n’s tummy, making their way up to her throat. Surely his smile had never been that inviting or warm or beautiful. And before she could stop herself words flowed from her tongue like a waterfall, ‘We’ll always get along, right Ced?’ she said softly.

‘Of course, y/n. You know, as long as I’m not being a prick.’ He smiled and winked at her, leaving her heart more flustered than ever.

(a/n: thank you for reading!, this is part one of three, so let me know if you would like to be added to this taglist! i hope u enjoyed! sending love and positive vibes! xo-mari)

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #cedric x reader #cedric x y/n #Fred and George #Draco Malfoy #malfoy reader #malfoy!reader #fred weasley #george weasley #fred weasley x reader #friends to lovers

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onceuponamirror · 4 years ago

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ghosts

Faintly, Nancy can hear the waves crashing into the shoreline down the road. A buoy rings against the water. She takes a breath. “So…you don’t regret not leaving?”

“Do you?” He counters, as if knowing she wasn’t just talking about him anymore.

[set between 2x05-2x06] [read on ao3!]

“What’re you thinking about?”

Nancy turns to look over her shoulder, surprised to see Ace standing there, hands in the pockets of his puffer. He has a smile emerging from the corner of his mouth, which broadens slightly after a moment. “You look super serious. Am I interrupting something heavy?”

“What? No,” she says, clearing her thoughts, and echoes his grin. “I just thinking about…ghosts.”

“Ghosts,” Ace repeats, and drops into the seat beside her. She’s sitting on the table, whereas he’s planted on the bench, and yet they’re still at eye-level.

She blows out a breath and shakes her head slightly. “Yeah, ghosts. With everything happening so fast last month, I feel like…I didn’t fully process…” She pauses, and waves her hands for exaggeration, “Ghosts. They’re real.”

He furrows his brow, as if waiting for her to continue, or to finish her thought.

Nancy falls back on her palms, glancing up briefly at the darkened sky. “It’s just—I’m supposed to be this…Hero of Horseshoe Bay, or whatever they want to call me in the papers. I don’t really care about that but—solving mysteries is the only thing I’ve been good at, and…”

Ace passes her a slightly mischievous smile. “Is this about me coming for your title? I’m a ‘Hero’ too.”

She rolls her eyes and bumps his shoulder with her own. “No, it’s…I make logical leaps. That’s all it is. How can you make logical leaps with supernatural stuff?”

“Ah,” Ace says.

“If ghosts are real, what else is? And what won’t I be able to solve because I didn’t think to consider…Bigfoot, or something? I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this when the rules of physics don’t apply.”

“Nancy,” Ace says slowly, “all due respect, but that’s super dumb. You’ve already solved like, three ghosts mysteries by now.” She opens her mouth with mock offense, but he just grins at her, and she’s unable to stop herself from matching it again. “You’re good at this. Dead or undead. Besides—people always say stuff about physics as if it just relates to gravity. It’s a lot more flexible than that.”

She cocks her neck. “What do you mean?”

Ace shrugs. “Like, I went down a Wikipedia rabbit hole one night. A lot of physics is about theorizing about other dimensions and energy, and matter. Like—there’s that rule, that matter can neither be created nor destroyed. I think it’s mostly about decay or whatever, like how when we die we go back to the ground, but maybe there’s another part, like with our soul, that sticks around. Who’s to say that doesn’t encompass ghosts?”

Nancy just stares at him, dumbfounded. When she first met Ace, he’d struck her as a quiet slacker; another fellow high school burnout. It’s almost upsetting how much she’d misjudged him. “How the hell do you know that?”

As if slightly embarrassed, Ace ducks his face down, but she can still see his smile. He shrugs again. “Like I said, I love a good Wikipedia black hole. Which, coincidentally, has a great article on black holes.” They meet each other’s eyes, and Nancy feels something sputter against her chest, suddenly deeply aware of their proximity. She wonders if he feels it too, because he clears his throat. “Anyway, I don’t sleep super well. So it gives me a lot of time to collect increasingly random knowledge.” He taps his temple. “It’s a steel trap of trivia.”

She raises her eyebrows, still taking him in. He never seems to stop surprising her. “How did we not know each other in high school? You would’ve been super helpful on some of my earlier cases, you know.”

“I thought you worked alone then,” he says, somewhat teasingly, but like he’s avoiding her question. After a moment, he sighs. “I knew you, you just didn’t know me. We actually had art together, I think.”

“No way,” she says at once, before she can think on it. “I would’ve noticed you.”

It’s his turn for his eyebrows to jump on his forehead. Her neck flushes hotly, but mercifully, he looks away from her. “Nah. I was barely there. I was kind of a big stoner in high school.”

“I’m shocked,” she says dully, and he laughs. At the sound, her chest tightens again.

“I know. It really plays against type,” he counters, smirking.

She laughs, and a silence falls over them gently. She’s still surprised they had a class together and she didn’t even know him—even if they didn’t run in the same circles, he was still Ace. If she wracks her brain, she has a vague memory of a skinny kid in a backwards baseball cap and an oversized plaid shirt, but it’s hard to reckon that with the long-haired, soft-eyed, much more muscled boy who sits beside her.

When her thoughts finally return to the present, she finds him watching her. She turns slowly to face him, breath catching against her chest. Her eyes dart down to his mouth, and he does the same. Anxiously, she pushes her hair behind her ears, unwilling to let this moment last. This is Ace. Get it together.

“What?” He asks, his tone something low and velvety.

She laces her fingers together and tips her chin up, wistfully watching a faint star. “What are you still doing here?” She asks, and he meets her eye again, confused this time. “I mean, you’re smart. You never wanted to get out of Horseshoe Bay? Go to college?”

Ace leans back on his elbows. “Nah,” he says, but something in his voice betrays his attempt at casualness. “I didn’t have the grades, even if I wanted to.” Nancy purses her lips, not sure she believes him. He shifts uncomfortably, like he can tell. “Pothead,” he adds, impishly. “I took a couple of classes at the community college, but…I dunno, I got bored. I’ve had pretty much every job in town, at this point. Never really held anything down, ‘til now.”

“Yeah?” She asks, breathily.

“Worked on a lobster fishing boat for a summer. That was really hard,” he supplies, and Nancy wonders if that was the cause of his transformation from skinny kid in art class to the surprisingly toned boy beside her. “Worked at the video store, until they went out of business. Worked at the library for a bit. That didn’t work out, for obvious reasons.”

“Obviously,” she echoes, grinning at him. He rolls his eyes playfully.

“Last year I even worked at the yacht club,�� he adds, glancing away from her. “That’s where I met Laura Tandy.”

At the mention of his ex, Nancy straightens. She tries not to put too much thought into the strange reaction her body has, deciding instead to dig at the larger thought that still nags. “Do you ever wish you’d gone with her? To Paris, I mean. Had adventures…left Maine?”

“Nance, I’m pretty sure adventure isn’t geography-specific at this point,” he sighs, throwing her a knowing look. There’s a slight thrill at him calling her ‘Nance’, and she tries to push it down. “But no,” he sighs. “My dad…I still think he needs me. He keeps trying to go back to work, as if he doesn’t remember why he left in the first place. Someone has to remind him.”

A soft hum escapes from the back of her throat. Privately, she thinks there’s something loaded there, something buried. A lie to himself, maybe. From her observation, Ace and his father are very much alike, but she doesn’t think he’d want to hear that.

Faintly, Nancy can hear the waves crashing into the shoreline down the road. A buoy rings against the water. She takes a breath. “So…you don’t regret not leaving?”

“Do you?” He counters, as if knowing she wasn’t just talking about him anymore. She levels him with a warning look, but he doesn’t back down, just piques an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” she says, honestly. “Right now, no.” She bumps him with her shoulder again. “Look at us. A couple of townie burnouts.”

He grins. “Somebody’s gotta do it.”

Another blanket of silence settles between them, but gentle this time. Again, the waves lap against the shore.

“I still can’t believe I didn’t know you,” she says quietly, perhaps not meaning to say it aloud. Somewhere along the way, he became such a fixture. But she supposes that goes for all of her friends—she was so different in high school. She’s not sure she’s someone she would’ve liked now. She realizes Ace is looking at her again. “I just mean, it’s such a small town. Like, I don’t even know your last name,” she adds.

He still hasn’t budged, soft smile and all. “Oh, it’s—”

“Yo! Lazy Drew! Are we gonna Boggle or what?” George’s voice floats across The Claw’s back deck, and they both turn around to see her at the back exit, her hands on her hips, lit warmly from behind. “Ace, you said you were gonna go get her and come right back.”

“My bad,” he says, getting to his feet. He offers her his hand down, even though it’s barely a jump to the ground. She takes it anyway, but it hits her with a shock of static so strong that she drops it like a hot potato. His eyes are anywhere but on her.

“Game night waits for no man,” George says drolly, holding the door open for them.

“Fine, fine,” she mutters, passing through the doorway. She spins around and points at George. “Tonight, we Boggle, but tomorrow—trivia night. Teams.”

“I’m game,” Ace pips up, as George only rolls her eyes and nods as she struts past them, towards the booth where Bess and Nick wait.

“Tomorrow, you’re on my team, Mr. Steel Trap,” Nancy whispers to him, leaning in conspiratorially. His body heat warms against her skin, even through her light sweater.

His smile is soft. “Any time.”

#nace #nancy drew #ace [hardy]#nancy drew cw #drabbles #fics #i am emo for these two #pls validate me and leave me a review #i forgot how thirsty i am for them #ty

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eideticmemory · 5 years ago

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GOOD | SPENCER REID

Description: Mindless smut. A detailed account of you and Spencer’s first time.

Word Count: 1,931

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Graphic sexual intercourse, oral.

Sex wasn’t good until you met Spencer. You had to give credit where credit was due, and Spencer had earned it. From that first night the two of you stumbled into your apartment, giggling, happy, and holding each other close, it’s been a wrap. Spencer placed his hands on your face, leaned in and pulled you into the deepest kiss of your life. It made you so weak in the knees, to the point you nearly dropped to the ground. But he caught you. He caught you by your waist and pulled you up, his hand dangerously close to the hem of your dress. Your finger tips traced his collarbone, gently and slowly, as you broke the kiss. You tasted him on your lips, your tongue poking out to lick his saliva off of mouth.

You drew in a deep breath, pressed your forehead to his and shook your head. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Spencer Reid.”

He gulped. So loud you could hear the sound, and feel his hands shaking against your waist. “Take me to the bedroom,” he whispered. “Please?”

And you did. Best decision you’d ever made, if you must say so. Right up there with landing this man as your boyfriend. He was gentle, nervous, wanted you to feel good. Mission accomplished. From the kisses on your neck, to the kisses on your breast, everything was so, so good. He hooked his fingers in your dress, in your bra, pulled it down, and wrapped his lips around your nipple in this soft suction that made your jaw drop. His hand pressed into your back as you straddled him, your hips moving in this real steady groove against his crotch. You ran your hand through his hair, unable to keep your eyes off him, his lips trailing to your other breast where he sucked on the skin.

“F-fuck,” you moaned. “Feel like I could come from this alone.”

He pulled away, licking his lips and then looking up at you. The pressure of his fingers replaced his mouth, his digits holding your nipple between them. “There actually is evidence that females can experience orgasms from nipple stimulation alone if done correctly, since it does activate the same areas of the brain as stimulation of the clitoris.”

“Hm, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” You hummed, earning a great, big Spencer smile. You leaned in, your arms outstretched on his shoulders, and gave him a soft kiss. It didn’t stay soft very long. Soon, tongues were involved. Your hands were sliding under his shirt and you could feel his heart pounding under your palm. He laid back against your stack of pillows, hands finding their way to your face once again. You sat back, with his gaze solely focused on you, as you pushed yourself to your knees and slid your dress off.

“Oh, wow,” he murmured. His fingertips reached out to touch your stomach, trailing down to your panties where he played with the lace hem. You kept yourself focused on his face - the pure amazement, the pure love. And then you were very, very, very caught off guard by the rubbing on your clit. You let out a squeal, a pip, a squeak. A mixture of a gasp in there.

Spencer’s other hand held onto the back of your neck, his body now pressed to yours as his fingers worked their magic. “Good?”

“So, so good. Fuck.” You replied, your chest heaving at the sensation.

A look of pride adorned his face, and he continued his slow circles until your head tipped back. Then, he slowly removed his hand from your underwear, ran his fingers up to your navel, your chest, your chin and finally, your mouth. On instinct, you parted your lips and let his fingers in. They were big, long. They reached the back of your throat and you pursed your lips around them, sucking with enough force to earn a quiet moan from Spencer, who watched you intently.

“Oh, wow,” he repeated.

You chuckled, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, allowing his fingers to glide off. You moved in to kiss him again, and this time, you ended up on the bed, back against the pillows. Spencer’s body now laid between your legs and his erection pressed into your core just begging to be released.

“C-clothes,” you huffed. “Off. Off.” You’d suddenly forgotten how to speak. He got the gist though. He allowed you to help him pull his shirt off, and to watch as he undid his pants. His bulge popped out before his pants could fully be removed, teasing you, taunting you. There was absolutely too much space in between to two of you at that moment, so you pounced on him. You climbed in his lap and pushed him back onto the mattress, his feet now at the head of the bed. Leaning in, you grazed your lips against his, “Can I suck you off?”

His eyes went wide, his chest leaping up and down, his face flushed. “Y-y-you don’t .. even have to ask.”

You smiled and kissed his nose, then his jaw, then his neck, until your made way to his chest and began to kiss down his body. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched you, literally pinching his torso to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Nope, definitely awake. He was definitely awake and you were definitely taking his boxers off. He was definitely awake and definitely in your mouth.

He let out a strangled moan, throwing his head back and gasping for air. “Sh-sh-“ he wanted to swear, but it wasn’t like Spencer to do so very openly, so he bit his lip. He trained his eyes on you once again, as you focused on taking him to the back of your throat and slowly drawing your lips off of him. His whole chest lit up red like christmas lights, heat flowing through every vein in his body. You got a nice rhythm going, so nice that Spencer’s body had started to shake and jolt at the slightest of movement.

“Ah,” he moaned. “A-ah, ah, ah, okay. Okay, [y/n], stop, please, stop, shit.”

So, you did. But not without giving him a sly smirk from between his legs. He shook his head at you with a roll of his eyes and widened his arms. You immediately jumped into them, arms around his waist and lips on his. He eagerly pushed your panties down your legs, you working quickly to remove your bra. Both wound up on the floor and you wound up on your back with Spencer staring down at you. He stood beside the bed, his boner in his grasp and lined up at your entrance. He gave you a look, and you found yourself nodding before he could even ask. With your legs on his shoulders, he placed his tip against your opening, running it over your slit slowly and creating a quiet, sticky noise.

“God,” you laughed. “I’m a river.”

“Yeah,” was all he said, too entranced by the sight below him to respond. His large hands held onto your thighs and slowly, gently, he pressed into you. You’d never felt so full so immediately, his size stretched you out like nothing before. You drew in a breath, gripping onto the bedsheets and going cross eyed. Your toes curled upon the impact of his hips on yours, the tip of his dick practically in your stomach. You finally released your breath, looking up him as you bit your lip.

Spencer’s eyes were closed, his head tilted down, his jaw agape. “Oh, my God,” he groaned. That being said, he tightened his grip on your legs and went to work. His whole body tensed as he slammed into you, his eyes screwed shut and his hips thrusting with every bit of strength he had. It took you by surprise, the pleasure of him drilling into your soul hitting you over and over. You called out his name, “Spencer, fuck. Spencer.”

This encouraged him, and so, he sped up. His bottom lip now pulled between his teeth, he stifled his loud groans. His face contorted in multiple expressions - concentration, tension, ecstasy. And you just watched him, watched him pound into you, watched him clench his teeth together, throw his head back. He was so beautiful covered in sweat and pleasure. Little noises trailed out of his mouth and into the air, louder ones when he looked at you. His eyes held your gaze for a few intense moments before shifting down between your legs. He used his thumb to rub your clit and you fell back against the bed, gasping. “Oh, fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” You moaned, arching your back.

“Just .. wanna .. make you come.” He grunted, his hips and his thumb working in unision to bring you to the edge.

“Keep going,” you pleaded. “Keep going, keep going, keep going.”

So, he did. He pressed into your clit with more pressure, sped up his hips, adjusted his angle and you could barely handle it. You felt your body crumbling and you felt him watching you, even though your eyes were closed.

“Sp-Spencer,” you called. “Spencer, I, Oh, my God.”

It built, and built, and built. And like a bucket tipping over, it was a drizzle and then a flood. Your thighs squeezed together, your back arched towards the ceiling, your mouth dropped into a big ‘o’ shape and you tightened around Spencer cock, which had stilled inside you. Everything around you went blank, blurry, you held onto the bedsheets for dear life. All you could do was ride it out. So, so, so good.

“Fuck.” Was the only way to describe it.

When you returned to earth, Spencer was staring at you, completely mesmerized. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, licking your lips and panting. “Thank you,” you said, grinning.

He smiled, leaned down to press his body to yours, “Your welcome.” Then he was back at it. He moved slowly, but it still overwhelmed you, little shivers crossing over your body.

“You okay?” he asked.

“More than okay.”

He kissed your cheek and got the rhythm back in his hips, your chests rubbing against each other’s with every thrust. You could feel him getting weaker, coming undone, and you just held him. Kissed his neck. Told him you loved him. And that sent him through the roof. He released the most beautiful groans with his final few thrusts, before pulling out of you and jerking himself off.

You moved quickly, hopping off of the bed and landing on your knees in front of him.

“Wait, wait, [y/n], you don’t have to, ah! Ah, ah, ah, oh!” As soon as he was in your mouth, he was filling it up, moaning and groaning as you hummed against him. You pulled back, swallowing everything he gave you and rising to your feet. You sighed happily and fell back onto the bed, smiling like an idiot.

Spencer took his place beside you, pulling you onto his chest to cuddle.

“Phew,” you sighed. “That was a workout.”

“Sex does actually count as a physical activity. It can burn just as much calories as running a mile.”

You grinned, “Spence, I, uh, forgot to tell you,” you looked up at him. “I’m trying to lose weight.”

And you were lost in his lips again, ready to brace a long and perfect night. Sex wasn’t good until you met Spencer. But when it was good, it was perfect.

#i just felt like writing smut #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid/reader #spencer reidxreader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #mine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

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nothisis-ridiculous · 3 years ago

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Duplicity

An AU where Kaidan joins Cerberus for the events of ME2.

Chapter Eight: Visitors

"You could have changed first," Mary's eyes flickered to the man, "it would have made a better impression."

This was the Commander on her best behavior, attempting not to scorn the man she once loved. The man that had carried her broken body from the field and into safety. The man that blushed and rubbed at his forehead under her scrutiny, unconsciously buying himself further slack with a motion that brought her back to the old days. She thought reaching him was impossible then; now it was somewhere between impossible and a nightmare. The dissonance firing off in her skull was astounding, painful.

"I was worried about," he choked out, in the husky tone that made her heart flutter, " you."

"We should worry more about ourselves- really, Kaidan? Mouthing off to the Illusive Man?"

Honestly, she was proud of him. Other than the one time he killed a superior, he was quite mellow toward most authority figures. The point value tripled because it was toward the Cerberus ring leader. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, fiddling a while before he would answer.

"Commander, the writing's on the wall here- he sent you... us into a trap. It was negligent at best, he could have easily told us. Given us a chance to prepare-"

"Leave that sort of thing to the three billion dollar asset."

"Four billion," Kaidan smirked, "that also happens to have a death wish."

Mary's eyes fluttered away, losing her will to act brave. Her heart was allowed to fear for another, "maybe I was aiming for you."

His dark eyebrow raised.

"Besides, I can at least try to end my life in the way I see fit."

It was a harsh kickback from the moment of vulnerability. It was too easy for her to return to a level of comfort with Kaidan; why wouldn't it be easy? They had spent nearly a year together more than enough time to grow close, to learn all the ticks and what they meant. Plus, she was bitter. Angry, he had a part in bringing her back to this fucked reality. One where she was shackled to Cerberus. Where her autonomy was a fading illusion, Mary was trapped, and rattling at the bars wasn't enough. Whether it was the nuclear option or falling into submission wasn't entirely clear, both paths still fought.

His other eyebrow joined, creasing toward the center. Reflexively frowning at Shepard's insinuation, a hand returning to massage at his temple, he had no defense. Nothing that would change her mind anyway. He loved her; that was obvious. He couldn't stand to lose her, but he had already told her that. It was in the galaxy's best interest to have her around and kicking Reaper ass, in that there was no doubt. Mumbling and fumbling over words wouldn't budge the Commander. There was no reason even to attempt such a thing.

"I won't apologize for bringing you back."

"What about working for Cerberus?" Mary spat.

Kaidan barked, the aggressive tone an accidental exhaling of emotion, "did Chakwas or Joker get this lecture too? Or is it just me?"

"Does it matter?"

"So Joker gets a warm welcome, you end up drunk with Chakwas, and I end up dodging crates? How is that fair?" he questioned with folded arms.

"They didn't see what they did first hand," she reeled, "they... you... didn't... you knew they killed my unit. You met Toombs."

"And hearing about it wasn't enough?"

Mary's throat bobbed, "it's different."

"Don't BS me, Commander," he retorted sternly, "we're way past that."

"I expected better of you."

"Why? Why just me?"

"You're a good man, Kaidan. I don't like being wrong," Mary went cold, folding her arms over herself, "I don't like thinking I misjudged you."

"Let me get this right...because of our relationship, you expect me to live up to a lofty standard?"

"Hardly lofty. Terrorist organization hardly seems your style," Mary's eyes barbed him with daggers.

"Yet you stick with them."

"What choice do I have? Can I just leave? They've brought in everyone I care about, the Illusive Man has already proved he doesn't mind using anyone connected to me as bait," she looked away, "I'm trapped here."

Kaidan lowered his arms, daring to close a portion of the distance between them. He wanted to assure her, to assuage Mary that she was not the only one caged. It wasn't the time, "I felt the same way when the Council... the Alliance threw me aside. Knowing the Reapers are coming is terrible stuff. Instead of waiting around, I did something."

"You went too far, Kaidan."

"The same could have been said when we mutinied."

"We didn't experiment on people."

"Yeah, Cerberus has a lot to answer for," Kaidan retreated.

Mary didn't answer, watching him coldly. He was sure if she could move from that bed she would have decked him hard on the way out. But she was stuck- tied to the bed by medical tape. She seemed in fine condition to anyone else, but he could see the subtle wince when her breath drew too deep, or her volume grew too loud. Kaidan knew Mary better than anyone.

"What am I supposed to say, Mary? Surviving tore me apart. You, you already know what happened at first, but I had the chance to do something. To fight against what I knew was about to happen," Kaidan stepped forward, "maybe we'll never be what we were. But don't judge me, and let me help. I know how this looks-"

The biotic finally dared to meet her gaze- just in time to watch the tears spring from her eyes," just stop," Mary pleaded, looking at anything else that could distance her, "it may have been two years for you, I get it. You've mourned me. It's only been a few weeks, I felt myself die... just to wake up, and everything is... different. I'm still not sure if I'm in hell or not. Cerberus wasn't even a place I'd be in my nightmare."

Mary's bright eyes suddenly caught him, "and you're with them."

Kaidan moved forward, a hand extended as the Commander curled into herself, pulling up the blanket in vain, hoping it would hide her. Sheild her from the vulnerability she was not willingly presenting. It leaked, and it was unfair of him to take advantage of her. In a previous time her guard would have dropped; now she fought to keep it up—only a part of her struggle to keep sane in this new life. His hovering arm dropped, retreating several paces to force himself to stop.

"I didn't want to believe it," Kaidan stalled, looking at his feet, "but I've been thinking, realized that some of these people are good people. Maybe misguided, but... good."

Mary nodded, keeping her head turned away from him.

"Look, I didn't come here to lecture you," Kaidan sent over a dossier from his omnitool, "I brought some good news. If pulling in someone else we know into this mess is good news."

She shook her arm free of the blanket, the orange illumination of her face revealing a subtle shift in her state. The corner of her lip pulling up after the initial pass of regret filtered over her face, at least the tears he should do nothing about slowed to a trickle.

"There are more dossiers, but I knew this one would be most the important."

"Send them over."

Mary scanned the other two, far more passive in her reading of the other potential members of her crew. This was his cue to leave, so he moved to do just that.

"Just be more careful next time," Mary murmured, following his path out of the medical bay.

Kaidan paused, nodding before ducking out of sight.

~~~

"Thanks Shepard, I will," Liara smiled warmly.

"I'll talk to you later, Li Li," Mary stood, acknowledging Miranda's sideways look with a lop-sided smile. Trotting down the stairs from the administrator's office.

"Jealous, Lawson?"

"No, I-" Miranda smiled nervously, "you aren't going to let this go, are you?"

"Not until I find the perfect nickname."

"Oh god," Miranda muttered, massaging her temples, "Miri and nothing else will be acceptable."

"Really?" Mary prodded but gently offering concern rather than utter mirth.

"Is it not embarrassing enough?"

The Commander grinned smugly, "no, it's just-"

"Just what?" Miranda blew with hands moving to her perfect hips.

Mary didn't avoid the conversation out of pettiness- Joker's voice drowned out the moment, pulling away from the lightness of her mood.

"Shepard, we, uh, have a visitor? Some Kai Leng he claims to be Cerberus."

"You let him on the ship?"

"Let is not the word I'd use."

"And everything was going so well," Garrus quipped, the quicker of her companions to read the shift of Shepard's energy.

"Mr. Moreau is correct, Mr. Leng is here on the Illusive Man's orders," EDI pipped in, "I had to let him in."

"You better hurry; he already pissed off Tali."

"I'm on my way, Joker."

"A stowaway problem, Shepard?" Garrus asked with a cock of his head.

"Miri," it was too grave for a lighthearted nickname, "do you know a Kai Leng?"

"That bastard."

Mary cocked her head, her smile fading into a frown, "Miranda?"

"This isn't good news, Shepard. He's the Illusive Man's personal pet," she spat.

"Threat level?"

"Ten."

Mary picked up her pace to the Normandy, ignoring the sideways glances and concerned looks she received. The doors to the ship were open for her, and an over-the-shoulder call from Joker directed the party to the shuttle bay. The elevator felt like it took centuries, and neither of her companions wanted to say a word. Not even a half ignored news clip to pass the time. Leaving her to claw at her vambrace, annoyed to be tramping through her ship in unclean armour. It was a minor detail, but she hated bringing unnecessary germs onto the belly of her ship. She had a quarian to consider.

As if that was her greatest worry at the moment.

Mary stormed into the cargo bay, surprised to find three figures, and notably the lack of a certain Quarian. The krogan presence was less of a surprise, if there was a fight Grunt would find it. With his space overlooking the bay, he didn't have to pry, and furthermore, Jack's latest biotic blast wasn't easily ignored.

"If you think I'm letting you take me now," Jack heaved, dodging a projectile and returning a side-stepped shockwave, "you're fucking wrong!"

"Jack!" Mary screamed, breaking the biotic's concentration, and then her head swiveled to the stranger, "you must be Kai Leng."

"Shepard," the dark-haired stranger drawled, sending an instinctive shiver down her spine.

She wouldn't be intimidated, ignoring the gnawing sense this man would as quickly kill her as he would shake her hand, but it couldn't stop the protect folding of her arms over her chest, "why are you tormenting my crew?"

"Lawson," he continued, the smug smile leaving as he examined the turian, "and this must be the one known as Archangel."

Mary stepped in to partially block his view of Garrus. She knew that look.

The mixed heritage man extended out his hand- Mary had never wanted to do anything less, but this was a power move. Declining would give him the literal and figurative upper hand. Fuck, his grip was tight, overbearing.

"I was sent here to help; after all, the fate of humanity is resting on your shoulders," Shepard felt the omitted words from his saccharine tone.

"I don't need the kind of help that torments my crew."

"I corrected your blatant disregard for Cerberus' confidentiality."

A chuckle escaped Garrus's airway, on inspection, Miri sported a fleeting smirk. Spurring Mary on to laugh in his face, "yeah, from stolen Alliance and Turian designs."

"This wasn't part of the deal, Shepard," Jack butted in.

"You'll get those files back."

"Will you?"

"You'll learn soon enough that Shepard gets her way, Leng."

Kai Leng took his turn to chortle, "so quick to betray Cerberus, Miss Lawson?"

Miranda exhaled slowly, "what's the harm in a few classified files," her tone almost defeated. Mary and Jack meeting each other with a curious look.

"I'm sure you can find your way to temporary quarters?" Mary returned her attention to the stranger, "The Illusive Man and I need to have a chat in the meantime."

#fshenko #mass effect fancition #cerberus au #duplicity #kaidan alenko #mass effect

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where-dreamers-go · 4 years ago

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“Part 6/Finale - Treasure” Riley Poole x Reader

(A/N: Requested. Ready to go into the treasure room? What treasures lie within? And what treasure will you discover after you make it out?

Thank you so much for the support and love for this series! I love these characters so much. I think I might love Riley Poole more now than I did at the start of writing this series, if that’s possible.

I hope you enjoy this final part!!!

Also, thank you @ivorydragoness44 for proofreading!

Warnings: That pesky sprained ankle. Mentions of all the dangers that our lovable characters went through.

Check out: Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

Word Count: 6,465 words)

“The all-seeing eye.” Ben whispered as he ran a hand over one of the carved-in walls. “‘Through the all-seeing eye.’” The lit torch in his hand illuminated the old art on the wall. A single eye. He brush away at thick layers of dirt and dust.

“That means…” Riley said his thoughts out loud, “by the time lan figures it out and comes back here, we’ll still be trapped, and he’ll shoot us then. Either way, we’re gonna die.”

You gave a light squeeze to Riley’s hand.

Ben looked to all of you with a soft, confident gaze, “Nobody’s gonna die.”

There was a pause.

“There’s another way out.”

Riley all but rushed forward, not letting you go and urged you to move as he asked, “Where?”

“Through the treasure room.”

A push of Ben’s thumb onto the dusty surface and the set-in wall with the all-seeing eye roared to life. Air and rocks moving.

Ben and Riley shared joyous smiles.

Reaching over, Ben handed you the torch to hold before turning back to the wall. Ben started to slide it to the left.

“I got it,” Riley whispered, taking the torch from you and giving a quick glance down at your probably still swollen ankle.

“Here.” Patrick handed Abigail the torch. He went immediately to help his son. In only a few moments, they had gotten the wall to really start moving. Dust and dirt falling from a dark new opening as it revealed itself.

“Riley.” Ben nodded and he was given the torch back. He crossed over the short half wall.

Patrick went next after Abigail gave him back the torch he had been using. Then she went before you as you pulled your hand from Riley’s and bounded over the small obstacle.

It was another enclosed room, larger and no less dusty. Various items were scattered across the floor either broken or covered in cobwebs. Anything left was either a decorative pillar or had held something at a point in time.

On your left sat a trunk long ago opened and emptied.

Abigail let out a short and heavy sigh.

Whatever joy you had when the wall opened had faded.

It was basically an empty room. No treasure. No history from other civilizations. Just dust.

It’s empty.

You looked up to see Ben’s back. The torch out to the side as his shoulders slouched.

Oh, Ben, you thought sadly. All this work.

“Looks like someone got here first.” Riley whispered.

“I’m sorry, Ben.” Abigail said.

“It’s gone.” Ben looked around to the other side of the room before facing away from you all again.

“Listen, Ben…” Patrick said as he slowly walked forward.

“It may have even been gone before Charles Carroll told the story to Thomas Gates.” Ben muttered.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I know. ‘Cause you were right.”

“No, I wasn’t right.” Patrick stated firmly.

You watched on in silence and surprise.

“This room is real, Ben. And that means the treasure is real.” Patrick stood before Ben. “We’re in the company of some of the most brilliant minds in history, because you found what they left behind for us to find and understood the meaning of it. You did it, Ben. For all of us. Your grandfather, and all of us. And I’ve never been so happy to be proven wrong.”

Your eyes started prickling with emotion. It had been a long while since Patrick and Ben had just talked. No arguments. Just honesty and positivity.

If only the disappointment in the air wasn’t so thick.

You hoisted yourself up to sit on a stone surface. Relief rushed to your feet and tender ankle. Riley soon joined you on your right.

“I just…” Ben walked over to lean against a surface. “Really thought I was gonna find the treasure.”

“Okay.” Patrick said, standing tall. “Then we just keep looking for it.”

You smiled.

Abigail took a step or so closer and said, “I’m in.”

“I’ve got time.” You pipped up.

“Okay.” Ben breathed out, looking between all of you.

“Not to be Johnny Rain Cloud here,” Riley spoke up, “but that’s not gonna happen. Because as far as I can see, we’re still trapped down here.”

“Yeah.” Abigail’s eyebrows drew together.

That didn’t settle right with you. It wasn’t fair. It didn’t fit. You couldn’t quite grasp it.

That doesn’t really add up. It’s old enough, you thought as you considered you were at a dead-end.

“Now, Ben, where is this other way out?” Riley asked.

“Well, that’s it.” Ben stood straighter as his voice held his growing confidence. “It doesn’t make any sense, because the first thing the builders would have done after getting down here was cut a secondary shaft back out for air…”

“Right.” Patrick was already back to the right side of the room.

“...and in case of cave-ins.” Ben started to move, heading straight for a decorative wall with Abigail at his heels.

You watched your best friend tentatively. There was no doubt that he could find something. Anything. From what you could see from a distance away, Ben was eyeing and touching discs on a wall. One in particular.

“Could it really be that simple?” Ben muttered and reached into a pocket where he had stashed away the pipe.

You leaned closer to catch his words, practically about to support yourself on Riley’s left thigh just to see what was happening.

“‘The secret lies with Charlotte.’” Ben placed the small decorative ship piece into the section of the wall.

No one else spoke as Ben slotted in the second piece of the pipe and started to rotate the disc counterclockwise. Sounds of stone and mechanisms filling the room softly.

click

Ben then pushed the circular piece in.

WOOSH

Air rushed into the room as a wall started to move at the far side of the room. The fire on the torches becoming a small hazard for a few moments.

Wait. What? It’s…Charlotte was the key more than once? …brilliant.

Riley stood from the stone, eyes fixated to the opposite wall.

You were careful when hoping off of the stone. Your ankle only complaining a little. Not that it could damper your rising spirits.

Everyone was quietly in awe.

Wasting no time, Patrick walked swiftly to the new opening.

With a bright smile and a bounding step, Riley went straight towards the room’s exit.

From the new opening, you stepped through to the right. On either side, walls were decorated with art, their color still visible.

It was like a lucid dream.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stopped beside your friends at the opening. Both your mind and eyes were trying to process and believe what was laid out in the open area. From what you could see from the torches’ light, the room had treasure across every suitably open surface. Glancing around the room, there were statues from Egyptian times, cobweb covered trunks, various sized statues from different cultures, vases, candle holders, trinkets, and world history. You were literally surrounded by history.

Ben finally joined the four of you. Silent. Taking it all in.

Abigail moved first. Her steps taking her farther into the room.

Blinking your senses back, you took gentle steps onward to one of the tables.

Patrick started towards the left.

Riley tentatively started forward.

It was all so much like a dream. Beautiful and everything you could hope to be surprised with after the journey that had to be made to get there.

How long had the treasure all sat there without an eye to look at it nor a hand to touch it? How long since fresh air had circulated through its halls and secret rooms?

Your hands remained at your sides. Treasure and history was right in front of you, however your awe was still overwhelming. Your feet took you to another table, slowly. Still absorbing that you were there.

“Scrolls from the library at Alexandria. Could this be possible?” Abigail whispered from somewhere behind scrolls stacked on shelves.

But…they were burned…destroyed in two different occasions, you thought in wonder. What else was saved? Hidden.

Peeking up, you were just able to see Patrick off at a section where there were suits of armor.

Now, that’s something sleek-looking. What metal alloys are they exactly made from? We need to date this—

Your gaze was caught to something on a table. “No way,” your voice was hushed as your eyes couldn’t pick one place to focus on first. “This doesn’t look entirely Egyptian. How many cultures made similar designs?” You made your way through the various and incredible pieces of history. Afraid to actually touch anything, you settled for looking incredibly close. It was easy to totally ignore the slight ache in your ankle because it was not the time for that.

“It’s a big...bluish-green man, with a strange-looking goatee. I’m guessing that’s significant.” Riley said from somewhere behind you.

He’s so freakin’ cute.

Grinning, you looked to see where Ben had gone to investigate. You hadn’t heard a sound from him. He was at the top of a set of stairs. He sifted his hand through something before lowering the torch.

Fire ignited and roared down between stairs, sectioned into three routes, and sectioned off again and again. Busts, statues, flags, literature, and more were made visible as fire illuminated the rest of the room. A huge room. Years of world history underneath everyone’s noses.

Ben slowly walked over to a railing and you all joined him. Patrick to Ben’s left and Abigail to his right. Dusty pillars with paint chips stood tall at sections of the railing, one of which stood between Abigail and Riley. Your spot was all of the open space beside Riley with a view of possibly thousands of pieces of history.

“Yes!” Patrick cheered, throwing an arm around his son.

You smiled to Abigail as you all but bounced on your feet.

“This is amazing.” You said.

The room extended yards out. Almost every inch of space had to be covered or stacked with some part of history.

“Riley, are you crying?” Abigail asked.

You looked over at your friend. Indeed, his eyes shined with tears.

“Look.” Riley swallowed. “Stairs.” His gaze was fixated to the very far side of the large room, if you could call it simply a room, there were wooden steps leading up to an exit.

Thank goodness, you thought. But I will risk my ankle being slightly more swollen if I can have a little look around before leaving for fresh air. I can take it.

Glancing back to Riley, you wrapped an arm behind Riley’s shoulders and he was quick to tuck himself into your hug.

“We’re getting out of here alive.” You said the first words that had barely went through your mental filter.

He wiped his hands over his eyes, “Yeah.”

“And with extra knowledge.”

Abigail gave you smile.

Hearing Riley sniffle, you added, “Let it out, Riley. Let it out.”

Zigzagging your way through stacks of knowledge and towering statues, the five of you reached the stairs in the fair back. A large statue stood beside it, practically on its way to reach the ceiling. How that statue in particular had gotten down there, you could only have a few educated guesses.

The group of you had carefully gone up the stairs before being greeted by more dust and dirt. Those cobwebs had to be older than all of you.

Traveling through more carved out halls, Ben lead the way with a torch in hand.

“Hey, does anyone still have their cell phone?” Ben asked.

“Hold up,” you spoke up as you reached into your pocket.

“Mine’s dead.” Riley said flatly.

After holding the power button on your phone and the small screen flashed on, you saw just one colorful light spot.

“Geez.” You blinked a few times. Once your phone had turned on, the tiny battery bar was extremely low. “Uh. Maybe you could spare one call?”

“Great. I need to make a call to Agent Sadusky.” Ben explained.

“Alright, here—Really?” You grumbled.

Your cell phone’s screen turned black.

“There goes that idea.” Riley added.

“Eh,” you pocketed your phone.

You only heard Patrick chuckle behind you, though you were certain it wasn’t because of the cell phones. Thrilled by finding treasure perhaps?

“Looks like this is our exit.” Ben announced as he stopped at a dead end where you all would have to crawl again. “Hold this?” He handed Abigail the torch.

The four of you crouched down to watch as Ben kicked and kicked. An exit crumbled open.

Ben coughed as he knelt through the opening to the church.

“Hi. Do you have a cell phone I could borrow?” Ben asked, his head peering out.

. . .

Back inside the church, above ground, the real world trickled back into your thoughts. Breathing felt easier, if only a fraction.

Ben had called the FBI. He had asked to speak with someone called Sadusky and told them you were all at Trinity Church with the Declaration of Independence.

After he had gotten off of the phone, Ben reassured you all not to worry and that he would handle it. What ever might happen, it was his doing.

The five of you were accompanied by quiet FBI agents at the back doors and in a row of seating.

An air of uncertainty hung around the group of you.

Who you assumed to be the agent Sadusky walked down the aisle with a hand in his pocket. Ben sat at the small set of steps at the alter waiting.

You silently made your way into one of the back rows, eyes on Ben. Riley, Abigail, and Patrick filed in after you as eyes were on Ben handing the Declaration to the man. Your futures on the line.

Clenched fingers rested on your knees. Your heart rate raising once again.

Would they take Ben back with them? You thought sadly. Would they take us too?

The two men stood in front of one another. Without a word or moment of hesitation, Ben handed over the Declaration of Independence in its cylinder.

“Just like that?” Agent Sadusky asked.

“Just like that.” Ben answered.

“You do know you just handed me your biggest bargaining chip?” He lifted up the cylinder for emphasis.

“The Declaration of Independence is not a bargaining chip. Not to me.”

“Have a seat.”

You swallowed, trying to hide your nerves. To steel them because none of you knew how it would turn out. Were you all in deep trouble still? It was all so complicated.

“So what’s your offer?” Agent Sadusky asked, sitting on the steps beside Ben.

“Oh…How about a bribe? Say...ten billion dollars?” Ben said nonchalantly.

“I take it you found the treasure?” He sounded a hint impressed.

“It’s about five stories beneath your shoes.” Ben gestured.

“Hm. You know, the Templars and the Freemasons believed that the treasure was too great for any one man to have, not even a king. That’s why they went to such lengths to keep it hidden.”

“That’s right.” Ben was looking at the man, really looking. Learning about the agent through each word spoken. “The Founding Fathers believed the same thing about government. I figure their solution will work for the treasure too.”

“Give it to the people.”

“Divide it amongst the Smithsonian, the Louvre, the Cairo museum…There’s thousands of years of world history down there. And it belongs to the world, and everybody in it.” Ben stated in a mixture of awe and passion.

“You really don’t understand the concept of a bargaining chip.” The agent teased lightheartedly.

You smiled, absentmindedly rubbing under your eye. Beside you, Riley had lowered his head with a pleasant grin on his face.

“Okay, here’s what I want.” Ben said more firmly. “Doctor Chase gets off completely clean, not even a little Post-it on her service record.”

“Okay.”

“I want the credit for the find to go to the entire Gates family, with the assistance of Mr. Riley Poole and (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

Whoa.

“And what about you?” Agent Sadusky asked.

“I’d really love not to go to prison. I can’t even begin to describe how much I would love not to go to prison.” Ben’s gaze had set elsewhere, far away.

“Someone’s got to go to prison, Ben.”

Well how about the guy who locked us in The Charlotte and left us for dead! You thought, still incredibly bitter and for a good reason.

“Well, if you’ve got a helicopter, I think I can help with that.” Ben smiled.

Did Ben say what I think he said? Oh, please. Please.

. . .

Safety and ease had never felt as good as it did then. You and Riley were sitting in your apartment. Quiet and ears still trained for any unknown sound.

You had been promised that it was alright to go. It was better to be safe than sorry and freaking out later.

The both of you had been cautious as you had ventured farther into the place. Eyes darting to each corner and checking each room. To say that you two had been through a lot would be over simplifying.

You about leaped out of your skin when your phone rang. Pulse up, you hurried over to where your phone and Riley’s were charging by the wall. Holding up the phone you read the caller ID: Ben

“Hello?” You answered after flipping your phone open.

“Hey. You two alright?” Ben asked over the phone.

“Yeah. Still jumpy though. My apartment’s fine. Nothing moved. You?”

Riley had rushed up beside you, ear leveled to your phone.

“They got Ian.” Ben’s words sent a wave of relief through you.

“Thank you,” Riley sighed.

“They got Powell and the others too.” Ben added.

“Hey, let us know when you’re back.” Riley spoke into the phone as you held it between you.

“I will. It’ll probably be pretty late though.”

“Doesn’t matter. Just call one of us at least.” You said.

“I will. It’s late, you two should sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you and Riley said in unison.

“Bye.”

You ended the phone call.

“It’s over,” Riley said. The disbelief still waving over him.

“Yeah. It’s kind of weird.”

He rose an eyebrow.

“It’s almost like it didn’t happen.” You clarified.

“But it did. And I’m going to have a hard time forgetting any of it.”

You put your phone back down and headed back to the couch. Reaching over to the table, you grabbed the ice pack and set it back onto your ankle once you were settled. You took over most of the couch, Riley had to make sure not to accidentally bump your foot as he sat on the far cushion.

Had you missed your couch? Considering the amount of running around and sleeping in a car, yes.

Sighing, you stretched out on the couch a little more.

“Does it still bother you?” Riley asked.

“Hmm?”

“Your ankle.”

“A little, not much. I just want it healed up.” You said before letting out a yawn.

Riley nodded. His eyes focusing elsewhere.

“They didn’t…Ian didn’t hurt you when they took you, did he?” Riley asked, eyes meeting yours.

“They didn’t try anything.” You reassured him. “I’ve known them for a handful of years, so…I figured out how to get what I needed and make them uncomfortable. Just enough.”

He scrunched up his face, “How? I mean…wait, when we got to the church you were wearing different clothes.”

“You’d be surprised how logical, persuasive, and slightly annoying I can be.”

“You being logical isn’t a surprise,” Riley chuckled. He scooted further into the comforts of the couch. “Especially if it gets you out of something.”

You smiled.

Stretched out on the couch, safe in your apartment with everything in its place, you closed your eyes. Your friends were alright and free to go about their lives, especially after Ben telling the FBI where Ian would be. Soon Ben would be able to relax as well. Ben knew that Riley was with you, both of you mildly paranoid after everything that had happened since finding The Charlotte. Hence why you had about leaped six feet into the air when your phone rang earlier.

You were finally able to relax knowing that Ben was on his way home.

No radio was on. No television set to disrupt the silence. An empty pizza box was still sitting on the counter in the kitchen from hours earlier. You had elected to throw it out later. The two of you had basically inhaled the pizza no sooner it had arrived. It was the best pizza you had eaten in a long while.

The apartment was quiet in the late hours of the day and held only familiarity. It was a wonder that neither you nor Riley had fallen asleep yet.

Maybe I had one slice too many, you thought.

Still being slightly full from pizza was a dilemma you were willing to put up with. Also being glad that all danger had passed, none of you were going to prison, you were alive, and the treasure was beyond what you imagined.

Everything turned out fine.

You rolled your foot, testing for soreness. Icing your ankle was one of the best things that had happened to you in at least a week.

“It’s been about twenty minutes,” Riley murmured. “I think you can take the ice off again.”

You made a small noise in your throat, but made no effort to move.

What was another two minutes? Or five?

Ben had yet to call. You and Riley were both close to dozing off on the couch.

Quiet and unmoving. Calm and security.

Your breathing evened out, becoming deeper.

The last thing you remembered before going to sleep was Riley unfolding a throw blanket and a comforting warmth enveloping you.

. . .

Three months later.

The last three months had been vastly different and almost dreamlike. Firstly, your ankle was fine after a few days. Secondly, the names Gates, Poole, and (Y/L/N) were populating the historical society. Then as time went, you no longer lived in an apartment complex with paper thin walls, you had money investing, you lived where you could actually hang shelves on the walls, you were more involved in the historical community, and you were even happier than you could ever recall.

On a similar spectrum, Ben and Abigail had finally chosen a home together. Their relationship had become quite serious over the past couple of months.

Walking along the grass, the couple led you and Riley out in the yard as a last look around before you and Riley were to leave. Greens all around you, from the grass to the trees. Fallen leaves scattered across the lawn. Between leaving their house tour and strolling through the yard, Riley had received a call.

“Yeah. You got it, chief. Thank you. Bye.” Riley said before pocketing his phone.

You looked over expectantly.

“They want us in Cairo next week for the opening of the exhibit. They’re sending a private jet.” Riley said.

“That’s fun.” Abigail smiled.

“Yeah, big whoop.” Riley pulled at his jacket and turned to Ben. “We could have had a whole fleet of private jets. Ten percent, Ben. They offered you ten percent and you turned it down.” He was clearly slightly bitter and upset about the arrangement still.

“Riley, we’ve been over this. It was too much. I couldn’t accept it.” Ben said softly.

Riley leaned closer, showcasing his right index finger.

“I still have this splinter that’s been festering for three months from an old piece of wood.”

“Okay,” Ben stopped and the rest of you did as well. “I’ll tell you what. Next time we find a treasure that redefines history for all mankind, you make the call on the finder’s fee.” Both Ben and Abigail smiled.

“That’s not as funny.” Riley looked between the pair. “What do you care? You got the girl.” Riley turned his head to Abigail.

His tone deflated you. You kept your sights on the couple.

“It’s true.” She said happily.

“It’s true.” Ben wrapped an arm around Abigail and pulled her in for a kiss.

You smiled and shuffled a foot.

Once they parted from their display of affection, they grinned at their friend.

“Rub it in.” Riley started walking the short distance to his red sports car. “Enjoy your spoils…”

Ben sent you a friendly wink and a head nod towards Riley, who was stepping up to his car.

You gave a wary expression to which Abigail gestured with her hands for you to get moving.

My life, you thought and looked to the sky briefly.

Riley hopped into his car and continued his miniature rant, “While I sit on one percent. One stinkin’ percent. Half of one percent, actually.”

You climbed into the passenger’s seat and buckled up.

“One percent. Unbelievable.” He muttered beside you.

“I’m sorry for your suffering, Riley.” Ben said as he leaned on the car.

“For the record,” Riley looked over, “Ben, I like the house.”

Riley put on his sunglasses.

“You know,” Ben stood straight and his hands started gesturing happily, “I chose this estate because in 1812 Charles Carroll met…”

“Yeah, someone that did something in history and had fun. Great. Wonderful.” Riley said sarcastically as he started the car.

You grinned over at Ben and Abigail, “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Could have had a bigger house.” Riley started driving off.

So dramatic, you thought as you waved to both Abigail and Ben.

As Riley turned along the graveled driveway, he ran over green grass. The gears of the car crunching.

“Riley.”

“I got it. I got it.”

Adjusting back onto the driveway, Riley gassed it. The engine roaring perfectly.

An easy smile pulled on your lips.

He totally loves this car.

In the car, on the road back to your house, you switched to another radio station. The volume relatively low even with the wind rushing passed.

There was something on your mind that you knew you had to ask. A few things actually. It was one that was starting to nag you, but only because you didn’t ask earlier.

You looked over to Riley and placed a gentle hand on his jacket sleeve.

“Is that suede?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice. It looks good.” You returned your hand to your lap.

“Thank you.”

The car continued down the long stretch of road, trees seeming to blur on the far sides.

“You know,” you started, “Your finger is fine.”

“Wha—.”

“I gave you Neosporin and then the next day I even used Vicks. I checked it with a magnifying glass. You’re fine.” You laughed.

“It’s festering!” Riley complained before a grin appeared on his face as he kept his eyes on the road.

The little stinker! You thought as you laughed again. It felt good. The laughing and spending time with Riley. It felt natural.

You thought back to the past three months where there had literally been an entire phone call that Ben dedicated to telling you all the reasons why you should ask Riley on a date or flat out confess or show your feelings.

“We have been shot at, escaped an exploding ship, chased, threatened, and forced into unfavorable conditions. You can tell Riley how you feel about him.” Ben reasoned over the phone.

“I can’t do th—.”

“Yes, you can. You care about him, don’t you?”

“Yes. He’s my friend, I wouldn’t want—.”

“Then you can tell him. I know you can. Take the chance, (Y/N). It’ll be worth it. I promise.”

“If anything bad or negative happens I’m gonna blame you or just complain. Every phone call.”

“Fine. Just tell Riley how you feel.”

Could you though? That was the question.

Would it be worth it? If it doesn’t turn out…right, you thought. What if I’m literally just a friend to him? Nothing more or added? Yeah, Ben would be giving me a hard look right now for thinking that, wouldn’t he?

What would Riley do if he knew what you were thinking? You weren’t sure.

Without a doubt you knew that Riley was good and helpful. One of the most genuinely friendly people you had ever had the pleasure of knowing. Riley was fun and willing to lend a hand when asked. He had helped you with your computer more than once. Just little things. It might not have been much of a hassle for him, but you really appreciated him. You had movie nights together when Riley wasn’t interested in one of Ian’s poker game nights. Riley always brought over a different snack and favored not having to share with a large group. He never hounded you with questions when you’d show him the basics on how to package art in order to ship it. There was a day when Riley let you hang out in his van when someone you met at a networking event wanted to pick you up for lunch. Then looking for the treasure and what that entailed. You weren’t sure what you wouldn’t do for that man.

Riley had even helped you move in to your new place. He still brought up about your easel that pinched his fingers and fell on his foot. It was never entirely a serious comment, always followed by a small smile from him. Which incidentally was brought up on the ride to Abigail and Ben’s house.

If you were actually going to tell Riley how you felt about him then you dearly hoped all those times that felt like you two were flirting were actual flirting moments. It had definitely felt like it at those times or afterwards when you thought about it. Sometimes you were too in the moment to tell.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?” You glanced over to see Riley looking at you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m good.”

“Okay,” he returned his sights to the road.

You’re fairly certain Riley wasn’t convinced.

. . .

Soon your home came into view and Riley pulled the car up to the front. Parking the car, Riley turned to you reflexively.

“Would you like to come inside for a bit?” You asked as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

“Yeah. Sure. Could use the not-chosen-specifically-for-historical-reasons scenery.”

You barked a laugh and both of you jumped out of the car. Honestly, you didn’t think he ever used the doors. It made you feel like a tv action hero anyway.

Unlocking the door, you walked inside before stepping aside to let Riley in before closing the door.

“You want something to drink?” You asked as you took off your shoes.

“Yeah. Whatever you have is fine.”

With a smile you headed towards the kitchen, setting your keys and such on a side table. It was good to be home. A place that was actually your own. No worries about neighbors upstairs or downstairs. Added that you could hang whatever you wanted on the walls. Historical art and artifacts included.

Reaching the kitchen, you stood at the sink after you grabbed two drinking glasses.

The sound of feet padding across the floor alerted you to Riley walking in.

“So…how’s that friend of yours?” Riley tone had a slight weight to it. “The one who got you into the Gala?”

“Oh,” you laughed lightly and handed Riley a glass of water. “They’re fine. Nothing really new to report. Although, I think they even told their mom what happened—the treasure. Well…I mean, I didn’t tell them everything. Obviously.”

“Are you going to invite them to go to Cairo?” He leaned on the counter.

“No.”

His eyebrows rose for a split second.

“I hadn’t even thought about it.” You cringed and added, “I wouldn’t be obligated to do that right? We’re friends, but I don’t want to invite them to everything.”

“N-no. You could, uh, you could bring them back a souvenir instead.” Riley suggested.

“That sounds like the safer way to go.”

As quiet settled, you drank some water.

I’m sure my friend will expect something else to happen if I invite them. You thought. All considering last time and I know they were questioned.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy being with your other friend, it was just that they weren’t the type of person you would feel comfortable with on a trip. They were someone you only really saw in professional or business type settings and not going to the movies with. You liked them, but you did not want to worry about giving them a certain amount of attention while in Cairo. There were things you wanted to experience freely. No awkward conversations. Added that you didn’t want to say everything you did while protecting the Declaration of Independence. There were certain things you only wanted to do with your close best friends.

“Do you think we’ll be able to go on some tours while we’re there?” You asked abruptly.

“If we arrange for some, sure. But you know if you mention it to Ben, we’ll be signed up for every tour.”

“No harm in that.”

“As long as we don’t go into any more tombs.”

“Oh, no, no, no. We don’t know what sort of technology-magic was used back then. I’m not getting cursed. Thank you.”

Riley smiled over the rim of the glass.

“Hey, you watched The Mummy.” You gestured with your glass.

“We watched The Mummy last year on one of our movie nights.”

“Oh, yeah.”

He smirked before saying, “You were researching Egyptian history for a month. You kept telling Ben that there could be some Egyptian history in the treasure because of their ships.”

“And?” You looked at him expectantly.

“And…I saw the treasure too.”

“Um-hm.”

Shaking his head, he smiled while looking into the glass of water.

You sort of just watched him.

Admiring, not being creepy. You peered away to the counter.

A sudden thought struck you: Now with the treasure found, how often would you see your friends?

Ben and Abigail had their privacy and work. Riley started mentioning how he wanted to write something. Sure, friends needed to be on their own paths, I know that. But…can I have more? Am I allowed more?

You could practically see Ben’s face raising an eyebrow.

Oh, crap. Your stomach twitched into knots. This is it, isn’t it?

Raising the rim of the glass to your lips, you practically drank the rest of the water. Stalling was something you weren’t against. But how long could you do it for?

“Okay,” you said quietly. Eyes trained on the counter for a bit longer even as you felt Riley’s eyes on you. You set the drinking glass down.

I can do this. You got this. Just blurt it out. If anything, I can go hide in a room or call Ben later.

“I’m just gonna lay everything out there,” you took a couple of breathes. Then you made eye contact with Riley’s blue eyes. “I think we have something. I’m pretty sure…yeah?” Your arms hung loosely at your sides. You were unsure, hopeful, and scared.

The silence that followed frightened you and disheartened you to no end.

“Yeah.” Riley said softly.

“Yeah? Oh. Good—I mean, okay.” Weight lifted from you shoulders, but you practically sank to the countertop. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated, a wide smile gracing his features. “You like me.”

“Yeah.” You heavily emphasized the word.

Those deep blue eyes stared back at you like there were sparklers somewhere within them. He hardly moved.

Is this seriously happening? Am I breathing? He looks so happy.

Your heart could have melted right there at the sight of him.

Glass of water on the counter and quite frankly forgotten, Riley continued looking at you. Questions and comments no doubt flying through his mind every second before he could voice them.

“What…what do we do now?” You asked, grinning. Watching him curiously, attentively, you found Riley to be contemplating. You waited.

A crease formed between his brows if only for a few moments. In a couple of steps he had walked up to you. Blue eyes focused intently on your face, each little movement of yours. His hand reached up and rested on your cheek causing your heart to jolt into a faster pace.

Your thoughts seemed to blank. Only visuals and emotions being read thoroughly. You leaned into his touch as your eyes slowly flickered to his lips.

Before you could check his expression, Riley kissed you. Soft yet firm. There was a hand resting on your side and his other lightly on your cheek. Other than that you had no clue what was happening aside from Riley’s lips on yours.

All too soon he pulled out of the kiss with an extra sparkle in his eyes. You both stood there smiling at one another.

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” Riley breathed out. His thumb caressed your skin. “Huh. Guess I should have believed Ben.”

“Glad I finally did.”

A small crease reappeared between his brows.

“Wait, how long had he been telling you to say something?” Riley asked.

You looked away in thought before answering, “Maybe a few months. Maybe longer. By this point it’s probably been a year. He’s been telling you too?” You let out a laugh.

Unbelievable.

“A year?” Riley looked to you then around the kitchen searching for more words.

Suppressing a grin, you pulled him in by his suede jacket for another kiss. Your hands immediately seeking for the nape of his neck where his brown hair always looked the softest. You weren’t disappointed. It felt silkier than his jacket.

“A year?” Riley asked again when you parted.

“I’ve liked you for more than a year though.”

His eyes widened a fraction.

Fingers playing in his hair, you smiled.

“I just thought…I thought since you were nice to everyone that you just saw me as a friend.” He stated.

“I still see you as a friend. I just happen to really like you.”

“But I can ask you out now?”

“Do you want me to ask you out instead?” You smiled widely.

“No.” He said quickly. “It’s fine. You could, but I can do it. You can too. We can do it—date. Good Lord.” Riley dropped his forehead on your shoulder for a few moments.

You pecked a kiss to his ear. “Pick the time and place,” you encouraged. “When’s our first date?”

After a moment, he picked his head up with a twinkle in his eyes and asked, “Why not now?”

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(That concludes Part Six - Treasure and the series. I hope you enjoyed it! Hey, I actually wrote an insert reader that went through a whole movie! WOO! I think I have a bigger crush on Riley Poole now… That’s fine. I really, truly want to thank you again for your comments and love for this series. Also thank you for letting me know that you wanted Riley and the Reader to be together by the end. I was second guessing myself a lot about that decision and I’m glad I asked.

MUCH LOVE!

Lastly . . . I think through writing this I made myself bitter about what happened to Ben and Riley on The Charlotte. Can you tell by what the Reader had been thinking? I mean they were locked in the cargo hold! Anyway. I love you! Let’s hope for a fantastic third movie!

If you love my writings and want to support me, I have a Ko-Fi where you can buy me a coffee. I would be eternally grateful. coffee

Best wishes and happy reading.)

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philip-seville-archive · 3 years ago

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You’re My Number One || Tap

Summary: Tad comforts Pip post Phinnip beach fight and it inspires a teeny tiny talk about the future.

@i-am-obnoxious

Pip Seville

It did not take long to find Tad-- though they had not been dating long, naturally his boyfriend would not be far from the beach. And indeed, there he was, wading in the water, doing...something. Pip didn't care actually, he just needed to vent hardcore and that was exactly what a boyfriend was for.

"Oh my god, Tad, you will not believe the weird fucking conversation I just had with Phineas!" he launched right into it, kicking off his sandals so he could let the edges of the water roll over his toes. "UGH he's like so fucking infuriating I could scream right now!"

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

Tad had mostly been splashing around in the water, yeah. He didn't go far in, mostly cause people were still weird about some Jaws situation or whatever. He wasn't that worried though. Shark attacks were like super rare and stuff.

His head jerked up as Pip came rushing over, eyes wide as he moved closer to his boyfriend, arms up. "Woah woah babe. Your vibes are like off the chart." He reached out to tug Pip in for a hug. "You wanna like breathe for a sec my d- babe? It's like a big puff in and out. It's seriously...super good when like the vibes of the universe are off balance."

Pip Seville

Pip appreciated the hug. Tad was warm and his clothes always had this lingering scent of chlorine from his swim practices, which Pip always found relaxing, like...Tad's aura was a spa or something.

He did not, however, appreciate being told to breathe.

"I know how to breathe," huffed Pip a bit impatiently. "I don't need to breathe, I need to rant. Out of nowhere, he just started attacking my life choices. Actually--it wasn't out of nowhere, I remember now. It was exactly right after I complimented him. How messed up is that? And he was like, oh going to NYC is so selfish and you're abandoning all your friends. Like what the fuck?"

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

Woah. The vibes were way harsh for his babe, which was seriously not chill. It made Tad's vibes like the sea on a stormy day. He didn't want his babe to be upset and stuff. Though he also...didn't quite get why Phineas would harsh Pip's vibes like this.

"So like...." Tad looked like he was struggling to process a difficult math problem. A lot of computing was going on and it took him a moment to try to connect. So Phineas didn't like NYC. Or he didn't vibe with Pip going because Pip was awesome and who would want Pip to leave? That'd be sad vibes sure...

But why would Phineas get all ragey vibes? Unless he was like Tad, and totally vibed with how super mega foxy and awesome Pip was. "Woahhhhhh.....Phineas totally likes you babe."

Pip Seville

Pip did not need much to comfort him, so he liked to think. A soothing hand on the back. A shoulder to cry on, if crying was necessary. A promise to commit murder against the one who wronged him. Tad could even have said 'Dude, that sucks," and Pip would have nodded vigorously, feeling seen.

He was not expecting whatever the HELL just came out of Tad's mouth.

"What?!" Pip blurted, loud. "Wh-- no. No, aw, you're-- that's actually kind of sweet, I think, I don't know, because I marvel at how your brain works but-- no, trust me he definitely does not. This is not Mindy-Danny energy, this is more like..." what pop culture reference would Tad understand best? "Golem and Frodo. We both are very passionate about similar things, and would bite off each other's fingers to get said thing. Phineas is just trying to get under my skin."

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

"Aww but babe it's like...I get it kinda cause I'd be super sad to see you go but like...you're gonna be a rockstar and like sing and make everyone go woahhhh...." He squeezed Pip lightly. "But like that's your dream and stuff. Me I'd vibe in NYC and stuff. Y'know? Like...there are probably waves there somewhere..." He was pretty sure there was an ocean on that side of the states.

"But maybe Phineas gets like ragey instead of sad longingness vibes or something." He shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't say it made sense to be ragey vibes you know? But like...you're hot stuff babe."

Pip Seville

This was the most confusing, surreal pep talk that he'd ever had. And it was... turning him on?

Please see it from Pip's perspective: the moon behind Tad, as Tad held his hand and said all the right things and then some. That he was talented and destined for greatness, that Tad understood his dream, that Tad-- wait, he'd vibe in NYC? Wait, like...with Pip? As well? Together? At the same time? In the beautiful-ugly brownstone of Pip's wildest fantasies, where they'd host dinner parties and share a closet and he'd give Tad shoulder massages?!

You're hot stuff babe, said Tad, but it might as well have been a marriage proposal.

Wait. He was angry. Angry, not-- confused-overwhelmed-horny. Wow, having a boyfriend was a form of mind control, huh.

"I--" Pip was blushing deeply and stuttering now. "I...I really don't think he likes me but... so you're totally okay with me going to NYU?" was what he finally managed to get out of his mouth. Wow, he had forbid himself from talking about this until at least October, when early applications happened. Wtf Tad Fiske.

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

Maybe Pip didn't see how Tad saw things, at least about Phineas' weird crush energy. But Tad wasn't a super cool star in the making and stuff. Pip like sparkled dudes. He had sparkle lights around him. Every time he saw him, Tad felt even more of the gooey good vibes. It was impossible not to.

"I mean you were like totally planning it before we even started dating right babe? Would be kinda chaos energy vibes to be all mad about it." Which really didn't fit in with Tad's vibes at all. And anyway, New York seemed dope. Even if New Yorkers had this weird anti-LA vibe that LA people just...did not have. Whatever man. Tad vibed wherever he went.

Tad shrugged his shoulders. "If it makes you happy babe like yeah. Long distance people have vibed before. But like...I don't really feel the college vibe for me anyway so like...if we were still together and stuff I could go wherever. Open a hot dog stand...heard the hot dogs are seriously sick there, or like go pro surfer...woah imagine..."

Pip Seville

Okay, some of the NYC fantasies were dashed, drifting further and further with every word that Tad said and so Pip really had to stop him speaking. This was precisely why he had not wanted to talk about the big U word (uni) before October. For one, maybe he and Tad would break up! And another, why worry about it!

Why worry about the fact that Tad didn't want to go to college!

Why worry about the fact that Tad's dreams apparently amounted to open a hot dog stand.

One freak-out at a time please and-- wasn't it way sweeter to focus on the whole, Tad wanting to come to NYC for him and also his very open and generous statement about how getting mad at Pip was clearly crazy people behavior?

And so Pip just-- kissed Tad to stop him from imagining hot dog stands. And also to calm himself down-- kissing was infinitely better than breathing, so he leaned into Tad, let his arms wrap around his neck for just a few more moments before pulling away. "Thank you for being you," he said sincerely.

...Though he'd leave the parts of Tad that stressed him out for another time.

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

Pip kissed him and fireworks went off in Tad's head. It was awesome as always, and his arms drew Pip a little closer to him as they kissed. Man but no vibe was better than kissing Pip he was sure about it.

A smile spread across his face. "You're welcome babe. Thanks for being the best babe," he added, leaning in to kiss his nose. "My brain is all swirly every time you kiss me." He laughed. "What were we talking about?"

Pip Seville

Pip's brain also went swirly when he kissed Tad-- swirly like paint colours running down a canvas, all his usual worries drenched in rainbow so he didn't, well, worry at all. He emerged with fluttering eyes and the world a little kinder. So that weird fight with Phineas... it didn't seem like THAT big a deal. They'd probably just forget about it. Cuz like, fighting was what they did, right? Pip would pretend it never happened and he was sure Phineas would be happy to do the same thing; he hated actually talking about anything real.

Pip shrugged. "Oh nothing. Just Phineas being a dick to me. I don't care though, because his opinion doesn't matter to me. Yours does though. And you support me, because that's what you do when you care about someone." Pip grinned and kissed Tad's cheek.

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

"Oh yeah." Tad had kind of stopped caring about Phineas as soon as Pip kissed him. Sure, did he still think the dude had weird crush vibes? Yeah, but whatever. Pip was kissing Tad and stuff not him so it was all good.

"Yeah babe. I've got your back." He grinned, reaching up with one hand to stroke Pip's cheek. "You're like...my number one."

Pip Seville

You're like...my number one.

And Second Gen Legend BoA's song "Number One" burst through Pip's head, giving him the energy and confidence to do a drop-split in this second if he wanted. He wasn't going to because he'd mess up his trousers, but that's where he was emotionally.

And he decided then and there. He was going to help Tad. Yes. It was his job, because Tad was also his number one, and so he would clear a path to uni for Tad-- preferably to a school in an NYC area code! But hey, community colleges were great too!

He squeezed Tad's hand, his eyes wide and bright. "You're mine too. I--" LOVE YOU SO MUCH I THINK WE SHOULD RUN AWAY TOGETHER WOULD YOU LIKE TO ADOPT A LITTLE GAY DOG WITH ME

"--am so glad you're my boyfriend." Whew, crisis averted. "C'mon, let's like, go play flip cup or something."

#tap #para #big emos about tap #just that kind of couple where u should not be together for fifteen hundred practical very important reasons and yet #yet u r with them anyway #tad hurts me a lot !

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givemequeen · 5 years ago

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baby it’s you ; george harrison x reader

request: Geo and the reader being buddies and she works for the band or Brian. She likes him but he goes off with Pattie but doesn’t marry her(no disrespect to her). The reader moves on and is going steady with her new guy. Geo is finally gonna say he loves her but see her with the guy into the studio. The guy is being cute while visiting the reader. Geo gets cold to her and she don’t why. Gets upset and crys to Paul about it 😭😭 a/n: im gonna have to make this with a fluffy ending >:( also Layla came up on Spotify when i was finishing this L pairing: george x reader summary: you work with The Beatles and like George, you’re close but when Pattie comes you start drifting from Geo. they break up but you’re with someone else, when you learn about their break up all the old feelings come rushing in. warnings: a kiss, talk about eating disorder (just losing weight, nothing graphic) year: 1964-1966 (YOLO) word count: 2697 (hahaha)

You slipped out of your car and got into the familiar building. You had been working with bands for your entire career as their personal assistant. It was fun, they paid you a surprisingly high salary for the job you had to do and you got to travel the world. For the past better half of a year, you had been working with Brian, a family friend, and the new band he was managing; The Beatles.

The four boys and you had quickly formed a friendship but your favourite, by far, was George. The youngest, the guitarist, the quiet Beatle. There was something about him that drew you in. Not only was he stunningly handsome but he was intelligent and even though he was branded off as the ‘quiet Beatle’ if you were to give him time and a topic he will talk your head off. Still, if he was talking to you, it could never boring.

“Morning yn!” pipped Brian as you set your stuff down.

“Morning,” you answer slightly tired, you had been talking with George last night and stayed up late as you usually did. The boys came slightly later than you but George came first. He made a beeline for you and started talking until Brian dragged him away so they could start recording.

“By the way, Pattie Boyd is going to come a little while later, could you call me when she gets here?” George asked, his hands on his waist and guitar around his neck. You lowered your head and nodded, what was this girl doing with George?

“Oh shush, they’re probably just friends.” the little voice inside your head told you. “But what if they’re more? He doesn’t even like me, why do I care...” you told yourself with a sad tone.

Less than an hour later Pattie Boyd was walking into the studio. You glared at her with jealousy. “No! Why am I like this? This is a woman and I should support her, not tear her down.” you told yourself as you moved your work to the side and got off the table to greet her.

“Hello there, Pattie Boyd?” you asked extending your hand. She twirled around and smiled at you, a small gap between her two front teeth making you smile as well. She was kind of cute...

“Yes! I’m here for George.” she shook your hand. “Thanks...”

“yn yln.” you finished off for her. As you said your name her eyes lit up.

“Oh! You’re the famous yn! George won’t stop talking about you.” Pattie smiled but you frowned. You were extremely confused, when had he been talking to her and; he talked about you? You weren’t sure if you should be flattered or jealous but once more you reminded yourself you shouldn’t be.

“He’s through there.” you pointed behind her and straight at George who was looking somewhere else.

“Thank you, I’ll be quick.” she smiled and left you and your thoughts alone.

It went on for weeks. Pattie would come every single week and stay with George before they headed off to lunch together. She also started coming by to pick him up as well. You watched to the side as they got closer and George and you drifted. He would call you less and less until the calls barely ever took place. It was happening too fast. They were soon dating and moving in together and you were hurt, left alone and crying yourself to sleep.

The effects of George and Pattie’s relationship started showing on your physical appearance. You were eating less often and smaller amounts and the boys were noticing, well, all except George. Paul, John and Ringo pulled you aside one day and asked what was wrong and you assured them everything was fine, you were fine. That was until you fainted in the middle of the studio and you woke up on the couch next to Jacob, one of the sound engineers.

Jacob had always been nice to you but you hadn’t noticed, you were too busy focused on George. You made him swear he wouldn’t tell the guys or Brian or anyone else. He didn’t tell anyone and you started getting closer to him. Jacob always made sure to go to you during lunch breaks and he soon asked you out on a date. You said yes.

Life was good, you were getting over George. You were seeing less of him each day, whenever he came you left the room and helped out another Beatle. Word of George’s break up came to you during your holidays during a phone call to Paul. You didn’t care though, it was behind you. He was behind you.

Still, you couldn’t shake the thought. For the rest of your holiday with Jacob things changed and you hated it, he was a good guy and deserved the world but... George...

The day you went back to work you were going in with Jacob but your side, your hand in his and laughing at something he had just said. George was already inside, sat on the couch. He jumped up when he heard your laugh and the door opening but his heart dropped when he saw Jacob but your side. You didn’t see him as he slipped out the back door or when he came back in with the rest of the guys.

“yn, come here, we need your opinion,” Ringo said making you look up from the timetable you were making.

“Her? Why do we need her opinion?” snapped George to the guys, you were taken back, what did he say?

“Shut up George.” John scowled.

“What is it?” you asked quietly when you got closer. George glared at you and got up, storming off to the bathroom. “What’s up with him?” you asked quietly, your heart aching.

“I dunno...” Paul lied, he perfectly knew why. “Because he loves you yn!” he wanted to scream but he remained silent. They showed you two versions of a song and asked for your opinion, you quickly told them what you thought and went back to your work as George came back into the room.

You kept glancing at George throughout the day, even if Jacob was by your side. What had you done wrong? You missed George, his calls, his voice, his wisdom, his humour, his scent, his hugs, his everything. All you wanted to do was go to him and tell him you loved him and for him to say it back. But you were with Jacob and he did not feel that way, he had made that perfectly clear.

Halfway through the day, Paul went out to smoke a cig, you eyed Jacob and saw he was busy so you slipped out of the building and followed Paul. He was leaning against a wall, a lit cigarette in his hand. When he heard the door opening he looked up to find you, a smile spread on his face at the sight of you but it fell when he saw your pout.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he put out his cigarette against the wall and pushed himself off it so he could stand in front of you.

“Why- why does George hate me?” you asked, your voice breaking as you began crying. You lowered your gaze and felt his arms wrap around you. He smiled nice, like cigarettes and his own personal scent but you wished it was George’s scent you were smelling, George’s arms around you, George’s warmth you were feeling.

“Aw love, he doesn’t hate ye...” Paul responded, his hand rubbing your back consoling you.

“Then why does he act like that around me?” you sniffed.

“He loves you,” he admitted, your heart stopped at the sound of those three words.

“What?” you asked quietly, you raised your head to look at Paul and saw honesty in his doe eyes.

“‘s hard for him to see you with Jacob,” Paul told you.

“But- Well I love him but I didn’t act this way with Pattie!” you complained, your eyebrows furrowing.

“You- wait, what? You love him?” Paul asked slightly confused, he pulled away and looked at you. Your eyes widened when you realised what you had just confessed to him.

“I- Of course, how could I not?” you sighed and looked down.

“Why don’t you head on home, huh?”

“Don’t you think I should tell George?”

“What about Jacob?” Paul responded to your question with another one. Your hand flew to your mouth as your eyes widened once more.

“Holy shit! I forgot about him...” you felt bad but you couldn’t force your feelings. “I should tell him.” you bit your nail thinking about how complicated things were now. Paul’s hands were on your shoulders, his thumbs softly soothing you.

“Go home yn, sleep, eat, relax.” you looked up to him, your hands fell to your sides and you nodded. “Thank you,” you said as you hugged him.

Less than an hour later you were home, you took off your clothes and replaced them with joggers and a t-shirt George had left behind. You couldn’t bring yourself to return it to him and whenever you felt bad you put it on. Recently, you hadn’t been using it as often since Jacob was by your side but you needed it today, especially for what you were about to do.

After phoning your favourite restaurant and ordering your favourite plate you put on a film and relaxed on the couch with a glass of wine. The food got to your house quickly and you ate it waiting for the working day to finish. You glanced at your clock, Jacob should be home by now. Nervously, you stood up and walked to your phone. With a shaky hand, you dialled his number and waited for him to pick up.

The phone only rang twice before you heard his soft voice. “Hello? Jacob speaking.”

“Hey.” your voice was quiet.

“yn?”

“Yeah.”

“Where did you go? Are you okay?” he was worried, you could tell and you were on the brink of tears. He was good.

“I’m fine, I went home. I wasn’t feeling too good.” you could tell he was about to say something but you had to speak quickly. “Could you come over? I need to talk to you.” you couldn’t break up with him over the phone, it was too harsh.

“Sure, is everything okay?”

“Yes. Please be quick,” you said before hanging up.

Five minutes later there was a knock on your flat’s door. You got up to open it and let him inside. Jacob was quiet as you led him into the living room. He sat down next to you, you couldn’t look at him. He took your hands in his and asked what was wrong.

The silence was suffocating, you sniffed and let a tear slide down your cheek. He tried getting you to look up at him but you refused. You looked to the side and breathed in and out deeply trying to calm your nerves. Your whole body was slightly shaking.

“I can’t do this anymore.” you finally said looking up to him.

“Do what?” Jacob asked but he knew what you meant, he knew what was going to happen since the phone call.

“Us Jacob.”

“What? Why?” he wasn’t mad, he was upset, confused. His eyebrows furrowed, his forehead creasing. Yet, you remained silent. “George?” his voice dropped, he dreaded the answer.

“Yes,” you replied. Jacob stood up, your eyes followed him. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

“I need to- to leave yn.” you didn’t fight it, he got his coat and left you alone as your soft tears filled your home.

You fell onto the couch, your head on the armrest and cried into the empty, cold flat. You stayed in that position for a long time, you couldn’t tell how long but you only got up when you heard a knock on the door.

At first, you didn’t hear it but it came again and again. You raised your body slowly and got into a seating position so you could hear the sound better. With the next knocks came a voice and you recognised it immediately. You jumped up and saw your reflection in the window. Even though it was dark you could see your puffy red eyes and messy hair staring back at you with a pitiful expression.

“One second!” you yelled before rushing to the bathroom near the flat’s entrance and splashing your face with water. You dried it just as fast and opened the door. George was there, panting and with his hand raised to knock once more. He lowered his gaze to look at you.

“yn there’s something I need to tell you- Have you been crying?” he stopped himself and cupped your face. You sniffed and slowly nodded.

“What is it?” you asked referring to what he said before his question.

“What’s wrong?” George ignored your inquiry and let himself in. He sat you down on the couch and went to your kitchen to make you some tea. As the tea cooked he came out and wrapped a blanket that was on an armchair around you. Then he disappeared into the kitchen and came out with a cup of tea and biscuits. “What happened love?”

“I broke up with Jacob,” you replied after taking a sip of the drink. It was hot, freshly made, the liquid went down your throat sending warmth through your body.

“You did?” he asked trying to sound sad.

“No need to fake being sad Georgie.” you laughed, when he heard your tone he relaxed.

“I am sad for you!” he insisted. “He was a great guy!”

“Things weren’t working out, I lost feelings for him...” you set your cup down and turned to George who smiled slightly. “Turns out I still had feelings for another guy.” his face fell into a frown.

“Oh.” he seemed hurt which confused you, it was obviously him!

“What did you have to tell me?” you asked.

“‘S nothing,” George told you turning away from you and slouching.

“George, what is it?” you touched his shoulder and felt how tense his shoulders were under your touch. Still, you knew what he had to tell you, he loved you, Paul had told you not long ago. “Why were you so cold to me, Geo?”

“‘M really sorry yn, it was wrong, I was jealous...” he explained turning to look at you once more. Your hand fell to his lap where it found his hand like magnets.

“Jealous of Jacob?” you asked knowing the answer. His cheeks and ears turned red as his eyes widened.

“What? No!” he lied shaking his head.

“Sure? Wasn’t ‘cause you loveeeee me?” you giggled enjoying how you teased him.

“I do not love you! I mean I do but that isn’t the point-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. His complaints died in between your mouths and he melted into the kiss. Your hands went to his hair, your fingers burying themselves in his hair. George pulled you onto him as he took charge of the act, his hands resting on your sides.

“Wait,” you said pulling away.

“What is it?” George asked slightly concerned. You stared down at him, his hair was messy and lips slightly red, they were parted and softly panting due to the kiss.

“I just got out of a relationship... I don’t want to rush things,” you explained feeling bad but George nodded quickly and set you to the side. “That’s okay, I should take you out to dinner first before... anything.”

“Yeah.” you giggled as he nodded and stood up.

“Or make you dinner?” he offered, turning to look at your kitchen. “Unless you already ate,” George added, his hand was behind his neck, his other hand extended. When he got nervous he would often talk with his body, especially his hands.

“I did,” you said with a big smile you could not hold back.

“Okay ‘cause I did too. What about dessert?”

“That would be lovely Geo.”

“Dessert it is.”

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lake-arrius-caverns · 4 years ago

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Prologue - pt 1

content warnings strong language (including the c word)

so i lied im posting it today

here it is, the first part of the prologue and roughly the point where things started to go to shit for the twins 👌 a short one but next part will be posted Sunday!

featuring lots of background characters and bad language (these kids have no decency)

read under the cut or on AO3, cheers 👍

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“Does anyone believe in prophecy? Or destiny?”

Silence overtook the makeshift camp following the question, directed at nobody in particular. For a few seconds none of the group spoke, the only sound being the merry crackling of the fire sitting on the shoreline of the Imperial City Waterfront. All eyes were now on the ginger Breton, Merrick, whose expression was rather blank as he stared at the fire, lost in deep thought. Absently he petted the head of a large black and grey dog that sat beside him, her tail wagging lazily with contentment.

“What brought that on?” asked a Dunmer, Nari, her brow raised inquisitively.

Merrick finally looked up, catching Nari’s eye and shrugging. “Don’t know. Just... something I read-“

“Oh, look out. Merrick’s been reading again!” Fahjoth, another Dunmer, teased as he ran his fingers through his choppy black hair, eliciting a round of laughter from the gathered crowd. Their number was modest tonight - most appeared to be off doing their own thing, if they weren’t currently incarcerated.

“Wonder which book he nicked this time?” Cassius, a fair-haired Imperial and the de-facto group leader, smirked at Merrick. Despite his young age, he was a talented strategist and thus far the group had thrived under his competent tactics.

Merrick’s freckled cheeks flushed bright pink and he opened his mouth to argue, before settling on a pout instead as he drew a black leatherbound book out from his satchel.

“It’s The Book of the Dragonborn,” he explained, opening the book and thumbing absently through the pages. “It details the contents of an Elder Scroll-“

“The fuck is an Elder Scroll?”

“-and the prophecy written in it,” Merrick continued, smiling slightly as his dog buried her nose in his hand. “It’s really interesting. But I’m not sure what to think about the concept of predeterminism and all that.”

“Merrick, mate...” Cassius said. “No offence, but I don’t think anyone here knows what the fuck you’re talking about.”

Before Merrick could respond, a rustling from the bushes nearby caught everyone’s attention and instantly put everyone on edge - but the group heaved a collective sigh of relief when a third Dunmer, bearing a striking similarity to Fahjoth, emerged in the shadows, hauling a rather large sack along with them.

“Ey, there she is!” Fahjoth exclaimed cheerfully, “What’ve you-“

As quickly as the previous tension left, it doubled back, more palpable than ever. Now illuminated by the glow of the fire, her grave countenance eased into wary relief as she approached, yet did not leave entirely.

“And she’s alone,” Cassius remarked, suspicion evident in word and gaze.

“We lost Shorbjorn,” Ribyna said dully, dropping onto the grass besides Fahjoth and resting her head on her hand. Fahjoth’s face fell in mirrored grief, and he immediately offered his twin a bottle of brandy. Ribyna accepted the drink without a second glance and began to drink without hesitation.

“Ribyna?” Cassius prompted after a few seconds of deafening silence. “What the fuck happened?”

Ribyna’s expression was stony as she eventually responded. “We were seen. Bad timing. The fucker called for the city guard and about 10 of them all came running. That cunt of a captain, Rusant. He was there.”

A murmur of displeasure rippled throughout the gathering. An altercation with the newly-appointed captain of the city guard, Leonius Rusant, did not bode well for anyone unlucky enough to be involved. “And?” Cassius frowned. “What then? You’re both fast, what was the problem?”

“Shorbjorn tripped. That’s what the problem was,” Ribyna answered. “They were on him like flies on shit in seconds. He yelled for me to keep running, so I did...”

Once again a somber silence fell over the group, before Abik, a Redguard, spoke up in a low, gravelly tone.

“It’s alright. It’s only petty theft- he’ll get one, maybe two years at the most-” he began, cautious, but Ribyna only cut him off with a dry scoff devoid of humor.

“Nah. Shorbjorn decided to fight back. Decked the Captain right in the face. Busted his nose. I heard Rusant - ’I’ll see you hung for that!’”

Once again, a heavy quiet settled over the once cheerful camp, everyone’s faces now reflecting sorrow or anger or a combination of the two. Eventually, the silence was broken by a small Argonian.

“And you just ran?!” Taneen-Mil spat indignantly at Ribyna, who instantly tensed her shoulders and glared back at him. “You could’ve helped him!”

“And got myself arrested as well?!” Ribyna snapped back. “Yeah, that would’ve been fucking helpful! You would’ve had a shitload of fun starving for a week without any food!”

“Guys,” Abik interrupted before the confrontation could escalate any further, scratching his beard with exasperation. “Quiet. Taneen, Ribyna wouldn’t have stood a chance. She did right by running away.”

Taneen couldn’t argue, and so he simply settled into a huffing silence. A few moments later though, he stood up. “I’m going to bed,” he announced bitterly. “See you tomorrow.”

Not long after he departed, the other group members also stood up and bid their various farewells. Before leaving, one of them, a dark-haired Imperial named Vykstrus, stared grimly at Merrick.

“This is why the whole prophecy, destiny, whatever thing is bullshit. You reckon Shorbjorn was destined to die like this?”

“Leave it, Vyk,” the Bosmer Aerlewen murmured. “Come on.”

A younger Bosmer, Siriel, cast a melancholy look back towards the group, before they too slunk away and disappeared into the shadows after the others. Eventually, all that remained was Cassius, Fahjoth, Abik, Merrick and Ribyna, the latter of which was still seething judging by the sour look on her face. Merrick gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“You don’t blame yourself, do you?” he asked, looking mournful himself. Ribyna didn’t respond for a few moments, but eventually she heaved a despondent sigh.

“I do wonder if... if there was something I could’ve done,” she admitted. Abik was quick to reassure her.

“Course not. You were outnumbered five to one, kid,” he pointed out. “That’s the way of life for us out here. Either you’re fast and agile enough to escape, or you get caught. Simple as that.“

Ribyna still looked troubled, so Fahjoth pulled her into a rough, one-armed hug. “We’re just glad you made it back safe,” he told her. “What would I have done without my little nuisance, eh?”

Ribyna managed a small grin at that, playfully pushing Fahjoth away. Cassius, despite still looking disappointed, nodded in agreement. “They’re right. It’s better to lose one of us than to lose two.�� Eventually he stood up, looking down at Fahjoth curiously. “I’m off. You coming?”

Fahjoth shook his head. “I think I’ll stay here tonight.” He shot a subtle glance towards his twin and back, and Cassius nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, don’t worry. See you tomorrow then.” He leaned down briefly to give Fahjoth a kiss, before turning and pacing quietly away into the darkness.

Abik stood with his hands in his pockets, staring thoughtfully up at the stars. “Someone‘s gonna.. take care of Rusant before long, you mark my words,” he said. “Maybe the Gray Fox will step in, if we’re lucky. All I know is.. things can’t keep on like this.” After stretching with a roll of his shoulders, he turned his gaze down to Merrick. “You ready, Merrick?”

Merrick slowly nodded, watching Ribyna with concern. “Yeah...” He slowly got to his feet and rubbed Ribyna’s shoulder sympathetically. “Try not to worry, Ribyna. It wasn’t your fault, ok?”

Ribyna looked up at Merrick, touching his hand with her own and managing a small smile of gratitude. “Yeah... cheers, mate. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye. Come, Pip.” Merrick headed off in Abik’s wake with his dog trotting along beside him, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to throw a smile or a wave at the twins. Ribyna watched him go, then turned to Fahjoth.

“You didn’t have to stay with me, y’know,” she pointed out. “I’m fine.”

Fahjoth chuckled dryly. “It’s fine. I wanted to. I can get some anytime.”

Ribyna wrinkled her nose in distaste and chortled. “Too much information, bro. Gods, you’re a humble bastard, aren’t you?”

“You know it.” Fahjoth grinned, but then his face fell into a worried frown. “You had a close call tonight, y’know. You’ll have to be more careful in future.”

“Really? I was thinking of going in with a blindfold on next time.”

“I’m serious,” Fahjoth sighed. “We’ve been lucky so far, but more and more of us are getting nicked by the day. Sorak, Pif and now Shorbjorn...” He lapsed into silence, staring into the flames for a few moments. “Right, come on then. Let’s get some sleep ourselves.”

Fahjoth stood up and tossed a nearby bucket of water on the woodpile, extinguishing the fire and plunging them into darkness. Once their eyes became used to the gloom, the Waterfront was bathed in the cool silver glow of the waning moons above. “Let’s hope those bastard rats haven’t chewed through our shit again.”

Ribyna nodded mutely, hauling herself to her feet and trudging after her twin brother towards shelter. Despite her friends’ reassurances, there was a heavy weight in her gut that just wouldn’t shift, the night’s events replaying over and over in her mind until eventually she would find sleep.

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gold-and-rubies · 4 years ago

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In It For The Long Haul - Chapter 10

I posted things out of order. This is chapter 10. Claudia’s POV.

Claudia woke up shivering on the bare, dirty mattress. She was unsure how big the difference in temperature was between the old and current versions of the Commonwealth. If it was colder or warmer than before the bombs. Either way, she was not used to winter in the Commonwealth. The lack of blankets did not help.

She pushed herself into a sitting position. Her legs were sore from being on the road, running, all day the day prior. She stared at the wall ahead of her. Every time she blinked she saw Kellogg’s face.

She had felt herself get so unbelievably angry. It scared her how angry she got. She knew she was in the right. Kellogg was a down right bastard, but she hated herself for the contempt she felt.

She glanced at MacCready who was snoring quietly on the other bed. He was laying on his back with his hat pulled over his eyes. She could only really see his chin, but his body looked relaxed. He was always so guarded, even around her. She had figured something had happened, given the wasteland was little better than a hell hole. She had not anticipated he had lost his wife. Especially since she assumed they were about the same age.

She replayed that moment from the night before over and over and over. She could hear the grief in his voice. His pleas for her to not blame herself like he did broke her heart. She did not know what exactly had triggered what happened, but she felt horrible. But that vulnerability pushed out any ideas that he might be just in it for the caps.

She groaned as she got up. Part of her wished she could just stay in bed all day, even if the bed was gross. She grabbed her bag from next to Dogmeat. His head perked up as she reached for it. She scratched behind his ears, before she grabbed it. She quietly rifled through the bag before fishing out a canister of purified water. She downed half of it, before putting it back.

She grabbed her Pip-Boy off of one of the nightstands next to her bed. She sat down on the side of the bed, facing the other. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. She was careful to turn down the volume before turning on the radio. She held it up to her ear to hear the sound of a fiddle playing. She waited for a few moments before McNiall’s voice came over announcing relative peace in the Commonwealth.

She sighed in relief. At least at that moment they would not have to take a major detour on the way to Sanctuary. She needed proper rest, or at least the closest thing she could get.

She let the sound of the fiddle come over for a few more minutes. She closed her eyes, listening to the music. The sound of the radio took her to some place out of time. For the smallest of moments it distracted her from everything. Then MacCready stopped snoring.

“Mornin’, Boss,” he grunted sleepily.

She hummed quietly in response, as she turned the radio off.

He sat up, and took his hat off of his face. This was one of the few times she had seen him without his hat. His light brown hair was oily enough that when he pushed it back it held its shape.

She felt her hand instinctively raise to feel her own hair. She missed being able to bathe regularly.

He put his hat back on, and yawned. He shot her a concerned look before speaking, “Do you… do you want to talk about yesterday? What we’re going to do?”

She sighed and picked at the pills on her knees. She did not want to focus on it anymore, but they needed a plan.

“That doctor he was tracking is in the Glowing Sea, right? We need to find a way to get through the rads… and we should probably let Preston know.”

“You’re actually going to go down there? Not only is it fu… very dangerous down there. This isn’t just a random merc we’re offing,” he warned.

“It’s not exactly like we have a choice,” she argued back, “It’s more than just the kid at this point. My job is to protect the Commonwealth…”

MacCready ran his hands over his face again, “Alright, if you’re sure. ” “We should probably get out of here before they start charging us extra,” he said, getting up from his bed, “We heading anywhere before going back to Sanctuary?”

“Not as of right now. Nothing was on the radio,” she explained.

“Straight to Sanctuary then.”

***

They got to Sanctuary by mid afternoon. They had a run in with a small group of raiders, but other than that the Commonwealth was surprisingly peaceful.

Claudia felt a sense of relief as soon as they saw the Red Rocket come into view. The Minutemen, with the help of some of the settlers in the area, had been doing a good job of keeping Concord clear of raiders and the occasional Gunner. At his point it was clear it was Minutemen territory. Animals, on the other hand, could not care less. She did not feel truly safe until they started to walk past the old gas station.

Someone she did not recognize was standing guard in a shack at the Sanctuary end of the bridge. He was a rather tan man with dark hair. He eyed them suspiciously as they drew closer. She could see his grip on his gun tighten slightly. She could feel MacCready tense slightly next to her.

“Welcome to Sanctuary,” the man said, “If you don’t mind me asking, who are you, and what’s your business here.”

Claudia smiled softly. It was nice to know their new guard was taking his job seriously.

“I don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m General Claudia Flynn, and this,” she gestured to MacCready, “is MacCready.”

She watched as his face changed from wary suspicion to surprise and slight embarrassment.

“Sorry about the hostility Ma’am. I had no idea. My brother and I got in yesterday. It’s an honor to meet you. You gave us a new home, and the Commonwealth is getting better everyday thanks to you.”

“Hearing that means a lot,” she blushed slightly at the praise. Out of the corner of her eye she saw MacCready roll his eyes.

“I’m Gabriel Acosta, my brother Antonio is the night guard.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, and to know that we finally have guards here. You wouldn’t happen to know where Preston or Sturges are, would you?” she asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sturges should be in the workshop area, and I believe Major Garvey is helping out the Abernathy’s.”

“Thank you,” she nodded, frowning slightly. She did not want to have to wait to talk to Preston any longer.

“Glad to be of help, Ma’am,” he exclaimed, “Oh, and I believe Sturges wants to talk to you about something.”

“Thank you,” she said again as they walked away. She glanced at Maccready who was scowling.

“You good?” she asked.

“He should’ve just let us in,” he grumbled.

“He was just doing his job. Would you rather he let the place get overrun by raiders?” she joked.

“No, but when he found out you’re the general he should’ve just let us in.”

“He was saying thank you. You aren’t jealous that he wasn’t addressing you, are you?” she raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, just, ugh whatever,” he grumbled.

She scoffed and shook her head.

After they dropped their stuff off at their house, they headed off to find Sturges. They found him exactly where Gabriel said he was. He was standing in front of a table near the old workbench stripping apart what looked like an old car motor.

“Hey, Sturges,” she greeted.

He looked up from the motor, “Hey Boss! MacCready,” he nodded at him, “It’s good to see you two again,” a confused look came over his face, “Where’s the kid?”

“Things didn’t go as we hoped. We’re going to have to talk to you and Preston about it,” she explained.

“Damn. Well, at least I have good news. Found some parts to make a mic for your Pip-Boy. Make a portable HAM radio, so you can talk to the Castle without worry,” he offered.

She brought her arms to her chest, like she was protecting it, “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“I’m not going to break it, if that’s what you’re worried about, or I’m at least ninety percent sure I’m not going to.”

“That’s not reassuring,” she said.

“At most the radio will be messed up,” he tried to assure her.

She sighed and undid the Pip-boy, “Fine. If you see Preston, come find us.”

***

Claudia sat on the couch in her old house. She flipped through some notes on the coffee table that Preston had written for her while she had been gone. MacCready washed the dishes from their dinner.

Sturges had gotten a water purifier up and running in the time they had settled Sanctuary with some help from Codsworth. Claudia and MacCready had hauled a few buckets of water to their house. He heated up one, and was using some soap they had scavenged to clean the dishes.

She jumped slightly when she heard someone rap on the front door.

When she opened the door Sturges was standing there Pip-Boy in hand.

“Good news, Boss. Both the mic and the Pip-Boy are in workin’ order, and Preston’s back,” he smiled, hand it over.

“Oh thank God,” she breathed, “This should definitely help. You guys ready to talk?”

“Yes we are.”

“Mac, you ready?” she asked, turning to face him.

He frowned slightly at the use of the nickname, “Yeah, everything just needs to dry now.”

The door to the Minutemen base creaked as she opened. Inside Preston was sitting at the table in the center of the room, waiting for them.

“It’s good to see you again, General. MacCready,” Preston greeted, standing up. He was slowly becoming more and more tolerant of MacCready.

“It’s good to see you too,” she smiled, “What did the Abernathys need help with?”

“Saw some Gunners scouting them,” he explained, “but there were only three, so I didn’t have any issues taking care of them.”

“Always better to have less Gunners in the world,” MacCready muttered.

“You won’t have any arguments from me. Anyway, you said you needed to talk to us about what happened with Shaun?” Preston asked.

“Yeah,” she said, folding her arms and leaning onto the table. She had been thinking about how she was going to start talking about this all day, but she still was not sure how.

Eventually she sighed and asked, “What are your opinions on the Institute?”

Preston narrowed his eyes at her, “I’m not really sure if I even believe they’re a thing. I think people are just being paranoid.”

“Sturges?”

“I gotta agree with Preston,” he shrugged, “Why do you ask?”

She shifted uncomfortably, “We tracked down the man who kidnapped Shaun. Turns out I was too late. Ten years too late…” she shook her head, “He handed him over to the Institute. They are very much so real.”

“Damn,” Preston swore, “That’s not good, but that explains a lot of disappearances.”

“I’m sorry about that, Boss. Institute's the biggest mystery in the Commonwealth. No one even knows where they are,” Sturges said.

“Maybe, but we might have a way to get in. They use teleportation, and there could be someone who can help us with that,” MacCready explained.

“Well, that explains a lot,” Sturges said, “I’m not entirely surprised they figured that out given their Gen 3 synths. Now where is this miracle person?”

“That’s the thing. He’s in the Glowing Sea,” she explained.

Preston shook his head, “Are you sure this is a good idea? Not only are we messing with the Institute, you want to go into the Glowing Sea? That’s the most dangerous place in the Commonwealth.”

“I know. Everyone’s told me, but we have to do this. I promised Nora I’d find her kid, and this isn’t even just about him anymore. This could affect everyone, and it’s our job to keep people safe, isn’t it?”

She could see him mulling over her words.

“You’re right,” he sighed, “Any ideas on how you’re going to pull this visit off?”

“I was hoping you two would.”

“Power armor should do the trick, but I’m not sending anyone out there in anything less than a T-51b,” Sturges offered.

“Are the suits we have not good enough?” she asked.

“Nah, both are T-45s, which means you’re going to have to keep an eye more than usual. I’m probably goin’ to have to make a few modifications too, so we’ll need parts.”

“It’s better than nothing,” she sighed.

“Alright then, looks like I’m goin’ to have a new project. If that’s it, I have some stuff to work on.”

She nodded at him, and they wished each other goodnight.

“You know about the Brotherhood ship, right?” Preston asked.

“We saw it sail into the Commonwealth,” MacCready grumbled. Claudia glanced at him. She wondered why he was so grumpy.

“What are we going to do about them? They aren’t exactly the most peaceful group.”

“Keep an eye on them for now. I don’t want to have to start a war I don’t need to,” she ordered. As uneasy as it made her feel, she did not think this so-called Brotherhood of Steel was an immediate threat. Not to the Minutemen and their settlers at least. Despite that she could not shake the pit in her stomach. Something big was coming, she could tell.

#fallout #fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #maccready #preston garvey #fallout sturges #claudia flynn #sole survivor

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keichanz · 5 years ago

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Treat

i got lazy with this one but eh i think it still turned out alright.

Spooktober Day 30: Treat

It was a lazy, quiet Wednesday evening at the Taisho residence, the day before Halloween. The eldest half-demon of the house lay sprawled out on the couch in the living room, taking a break from his work to mindlessly scroll social media on his phone while half-listening to his family scattered about the house. Not far away at all, his youngest sat in front of the TV, watching cartoons while his sister remained upstairs in her room, supposedly working on her homework, but no doubt talking to her friends via cellular device. His wife was in the kitchen, humming a soft tune under her breath as she finished last minute preparations for the party tomorrow and the scent of her homemade cider pleasantly teased his senses.

Closing his eyes and carelessly letting his phone drop to the carpeted floor below, Inuyasha quirked a half-smile and tossed an arm over his eyes as he released a relaxed sigh. He heard Tai give a soft giggle and his ear flicked in response. Next he heard Izayoi’s badly muffled laugh which confirmed his suspicions about talking to her friends.

He was thinking that perhaps they’d ought to put down some ground rules about that thing lest her grades start suffering because of it when the sound of soft footsteps approaching grabbed his attention. The scent of sugar and vanilla drifted over to him and his smile boarded, but he didn’t bother to remove his arm or sit up.

The footsteps drew closer until they stopped beside him and wordlessly Inuyasha adjusted his position, spreading his legs and opening his arm in silent invitation. Seconds later something soft, warm, and nice smelling wriggled its way onto the couch with him, crawling up his body to rest comfortably against his chest, and with a contented rumble he wrapped his arms his other half and pressed a kiss to a head of dark hair.

Kagome hummed and returned the loving gesture with a soft kiss to his jaw, roughened with dark stubble. Her husband needed to shave, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it.

“Mmm,” Inuyasha murmured and moved his mouth down to press against the delicate line of her jaw with a little grin. “Smells like cookies. Good enough to eat.”

He punctuated that remark with a soft nip and reveled in his wife’s breathy laugh.

“Oh yeah?” she murmured and snaked a hand into his hair to find an ear and stroke the soft flesh.

His response was a low, pleased growl as he buried his face in her neck and Kagome smiled, heart bursting with love for his amazing man, the love of her life and the father of her children.

And speaking of children…

“I think it’s about time,” Kagome muttered, nuzzling his nose with hers when he lifted his head to lock gazes. “Don’t you?”

Instantly Inuyasha’s expression softened into one of his rare, genuine smiles, melting Kagome’s heart even further. He kissed her lips, her nose, then her forehead as his arms tightened around her.

“I’ll go get Iz,” he said by way or reply and his wife bestowed upon him a truly brilliant smile before giving him one last kiss and reluctantly removing herself from his embrace.

With a grunt Inuyasha stood up, took a moment to stretch, and then wandered toward the stairs as Kagome ambled over to Tai. In short order he climbed the stairs and padded down the hallway to his daughter’s room; his ears picked up the sound of scribbling and low volume music through the cracked door. He peeked inside and spotted his little girl lounging on her bed, texts and notebooks surrounding her as she completed her schoolwork.

Inuyasha quirked a grin and knocked gently on the wooden frame of the doorway despite the fact that she’d probably already scented him. Izayoi glanced up from her homework and smiled at her father, tilting her head in silent inquiry.

“Hey, babygirl,” he started and leaned against the doorjamb. “You mind coming downstairs for a bit? Your mom and I have something to tell you.”

Izayoi blinked and gave him a wary look, however she did set aside her books as she swung her legs over the bed.

“I’m not in trouble, am I?” she asked, eyeing him a bit suspiciously.

Inuyasha snorted. “No. Just c’mon, we’re telling your bother too.”

He waved her over to him and curious, Izayoi brushed past him, giggling quietly when he tweaked one of her ears before following after her down the hall and then downstairs.

“Mmmm, smells like cookies,” Izayoi commented as they entered the living room and from her place on the couch, Tai sitting contentedly in her lap, Kagome laughed quietly.

“I put aside a few of them for us,” she said and beckoned her daughter over to join them on the couch. “They’re cooling now and should be ready by the time this is over because I think a little celebratory treat would be in order.”

“And what is this, exactly?” Izayoi hopped up onto the sofa next to her mother and tucked her legs to the side, leaning back as Inuyasha claimed the recliner across from them.

Stroking back her daughter’s hair, Kagome smiled at her, then her son, and finally exchanged a glance with her husband. Inuyasha quirked a grin, nodded, and she beamed. Izayoi looked bemused as she glanced back and forth between her parents and Tai just looked adorably curious.

“Well,” she started, gathering her thoughts and trying to find the words. “I’ll be honest here. I don’t know exactly how to say this despite having said it once before, but…”

Their daughter frowned. “Before? You’ve told us this once already?”

A secret little smile curved Kagome’s lips. “Sort of,” she supplied. “I have to you Iz, but not Tai.”

Izayoi blinked. “You…did?”

“Mmhm. Just about six years ago, actually.”

The young half-demon still looked completely confused and chuckling, Inuyasha took it upon himself to give their daughter a little nudge in the right direction.

“Tai,” he said and eyes identical to his own swung his way, blinking owlishly. “How old are you gonna be in a couple months?”

The five-year-old scrunched up his face as he brought up his hands, extending his figures and concentrating hard. Amused, Kagome was just about to help when Tai bent down the correct number of fingers and then thrust them out to his father.

“Six!” he crowed, eyes bright and teeth bared in a proud smile.

Inuyasha grinned back. “That’s right, bud. Six years old.” He shifted his gaze to his daughter and raised both eyebrows, patiently waiting for her to connect the dots.

Izayoi stared blankly for a moment first at him, then at Tai, and then a second later realization dawned. Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped, and her back went ramrod straight as she looked frantically between her parents, her shock evident.

“Ohmigawd,” she breathed and elicited a soft laugh from Kagome as Inuyasha chuckled again. “Oh my god. No way!”

“I don’t get it,” Tai opined, face screwing up into a pout as she slumped against his mother.

While Izayoi released a high-pitched noise of utter delight, Kagome smiled tenderly down at her baby boy and affectionally rubbed one of his ears.

“About six years ago,” Kagome began gently, “Eight months before you were born, your father and I told Izayoi that she was going to be a big sister. Well, baby, now we get to tell you that you’re going to be a big brother. What do you think of that, Tai?”

Izayoi squealed again and started bouncing in her seat, flapping her hands excitedly with the biggest smile on her face. Tai blinked and then frowned as he processed those words and when he looked down to stare at Kagome’s stomach, they knew he understood.

Amber eyes grew wide as his little mouth parted in wonder. He lifted his gaze to stare at his mother’s smiling face as Inuyasha got up from the chair and wandered over to kneel beside them.

“You’re gonna have a baby, Mama?” he breathed and Izayoi shrieked again. “I’m gonna be a big brother?”

Ridiculously Kagome felt tears prick the back of her eyes and she felt the reassuring warmth of her husband’s hand land on her knee.

“That’s right, baby,” she breathed and kissed his forehead. “In about nine months, you two are going to have a baby brother or sister and it’ll be your job to protect him or her, just like Izayoi protects you.”

If possible, Tai’s eyes grew even rounder as he directed his gaze back to his mother’s still flat stomach and ever so gently, as if afraid any pressure at all she would shatter, he put his little hand over Kagome’s stomach and softly patted.

“Don’t worry, little brother or sister,” he said solemnly while his parents watched on, amused. “I promise I’ll protect you with my life.”

“I’m gonna be a big sister!” Izayoi chimed in, now standing on the couch and hopping up and down. “Again!”

Kagome, tear-eyed, looked at her husband and Inuyasha wordlessly hooked the back of her neck with a hand before dragging her forward and claiming her lips in a soft, loving kiss.

“Wait,” Tai suddenly pipped up and they broke apart to stare at him quizzically. “Does this mean I have to give up my room? I don’t wanna sleep in Izayoi’s room. It’s too girly.”

“Hey!” Izayoi protested, scowling down at her little brother. “You little brat!”

Sharing a laugh, Inuyasha and Kagome bent down to press wet kisses to each of his cheeks and they relished in his soft, happy giggle.

Hours later, after the kids had gone to bed and it was just the two adults awake, Kagome sat on their bed waiting for her husband to return from the bathroom, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts. She pressed her hands against her still felt tummy and marveled at the fact that there was life growing inside her, a life that she couldn’t wait to meet and hold and love for the rest of her life.

“My little chibi,” she whispered and giggled softly. She heard the bathroom door open down the hall and with a content sigh, Kagome adjusted her position so her knees were bent on either side of her and she planted her hands on the bed before her, waiting. The collar of the shirt, stretched over time, gaped in the front and revealed one delicate shoulder.

That was how Inuyasha found her when he walked into their room, his wife looking utterly enticing as she sat on their bed and graced him with a beguiling smile. He stopped short and with heavy-lidded eyes took her in, racking his eyes down her delectable from and not-so-subtly eyeing the bare skin exposed for his viewing pleasure. He growled his pleasure and watched the way his wife’s dark hair tumbled over her shoulder as she tilted her head, silky strands brushing against the pale skin of her breasts.

“Trick or treat, Inuyasha?” Kagome breathed, her smile growing a tad impish as waited for her husband to make a decision.

Amber eyes flashed as another low, hungry growl rent the bedroom. Without a word Inuyasha shed his clothes before stalking forward, joining his beautiful vixen of a wife on the bed, and happily taking the treat his beloved had so graciously offered him.

#treat #spooktober prompts #day 30 #oneshot #inuyasha #kagome #izayoi #tai #iukag #keizfanfiction #fanfiction

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aswithasunbeam · 5 years ago

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Do you have a father's day AU written? If not that's fine but if you do I would love to read it

I do now! :) Hope you enjoy!

Father’s Day

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Rated: General

Summary:

Philip and Eliza plan the perfect Father’s Day: breakfast in bed, a homemade card, and the obligatory tie. Despite a few bumps along the way, things turn out in the end. A fluffy modern hamliza au.

“No!” Pip’s shout sliced through the sleepy Sunday morning.

Alexander froze in the entry to the kitchen, palm of his heel resting on his eye where he’d been rubbing away the last of the sleep crust. His son ran over to him and started insistently pushing on his knees. He looked over at Eliza, who was squatting by the cabinet where they kept their cookware, her hand braced against her rounded belly.

“No yelling, Pip. You know better,” Eliza scolded.

Pip pouted up at him. “Back to bed.”

“What?”

“We were trying to make you breakfast in bed.” Eliza heaved herself up with the aid of the counter. “You got up too soon.”

He smiled. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Well, it’s not much of a surprise now, but happy father’s day.”

“Thanks.”

“Bed.” Pip ordered again.

“I think I’d rather eat out here with you and Mom, anyway,” he said, lifting Pip up and carrying him towards the table. Pip’s hair was adorably bed mussed, and he placed a kiss to the messy mop before settling him into his booster seat. “What are we having?”

Eliza popped open the fridge and replaced a carton of eggs. “Scrambled eggs and sausage. Want some coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

He sifted through the pile of mail on the table, intending to clear it for their meal. A powder blue envelope peeked out from under the coupon mailer from the local grocery store. Picking it up for a closer look, he felt his stomach drop. Stamped in red over the addressee were the words, “No forwarding address. Return to sender.”

“What’s that?” Eliza placed a steaming mug down on the table and touched a hand to his shoulder blade.

He tilted the card so she could see it. “I guess my dad moved again.”

“Oh, honey.” Her arms wrapped around his waist, her pregnant belly hard and firm against his back, and she hooked her chin on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Me too.”

She pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling away to finish breakfast.

Using his thumb to tear open the back of the envelope, he pulled out the card decorated with a row boat reminiscent of the one his father had used to take him fishing when he was six. Inside, he’d scrawled a long, heartfelt message about all the wonderful developments in his life over the past few years: updates about his work for the Senator, the little house he and Eliza had purchased, and silly stories about his irrepressible two year old. He retrieved the photo of Pip, mugging for the camera with chocolate ice cream smeared across his lips, and the sonogram of their expected little girl.

“That’s me,” Pip announced. He’d stood up on his booster seat to see what his father was looking at. His little fingers reached out to point at the photo, as though Alexander might be having difficulty identifying the subject.

“Yeah it is. That’s my little goofball,” he laughed, kissing his son again. Spirits lifted slightly, he propped the pictures up in front of the vase of flowers and gathered up the rest of the mail to place on the counter.

“Do you want to give Daddy his present before we eat?” Eliza asked, attention fixed on the frying pan.

“Present!” Pip exclaimed, scrambling down from the chair to race into the living room.

He caught Eliza’s eye, and they shared a smile.

Pip returned seconds later, his flat feet pounding on the wood floor, carrying a long, skinny box with a card taped to the front. “Here,” Pip said, thrusting the box at Alexander.

“What do you say, Pip?” Eliza pressed.

“Happy Daddy’s day,” Pip added, distracted as climbed back up into his seat.

“Thank you.” Turning the box around, he smiled. “Well, now, I wonder what this could be.”

The card was an 8 ½ by 11 sheet of printer paper folded down the side with ‘Happy Father’s Day!’ printed along the top in Eliza’s neat handwriting. Pip had scribbled a rainbow of colors with crayon all over the front in no discernible pattern. He opened the paper up to find a drawing of a square and three stick figures, a big yellow blob at the top presumably meant to be the sun.

“You and me and Mommy,” Pip explained, leaning over the table to point again. Eliza’s stick figure had a circle drawn around the middle, meant to signify her belly, Alexander guessed. “Is this your little sister?”

Pip nodded. “And that’s my slide.”

He saw a big blue line going up from the grass off the side of the page. They’d bought a plastic swing-set weeks ago to set up in the yard, but he hadn’t actually had time to put it together yet. Tracing his finger over the line, he suggested, “We should put your slide together after we eat.”

Pip bounced excitedly in his seat.

“Open the present, already,” Eliza said, grinning as she scooped eggs onto three plates.

“I’m opening,” he said, grinning back at her. Tearing the wrapping paper off the box, he pulled off the top to find a garishly patterned green and yellow tie inside. He laughed and looked over at his wife.

“Pip picked it out all by himself at the store,” she explained with a pointed look.

That made sense. “Thank you, Pip. I love it.”

“It has green. That’s your favorite,” Pip said, clearly proud of himself.

“I’ll wear it to work tomorrow,” he promised. Clattering dishes and silverware drew his attention to Eliza. “Do you need help, Bets?”

“Please,” she said.

He jumped up and grabbed two of the plates, placing the plastic Power Rangers one down in front of his son. Pip dug in immediately, grabbing a sausage link with his hands, not bothering with utensils. Tussling Pip’s hair, he said, “I’ll get the napkins.”

They’d barely finished eating when Pip clambered out of his seat and bounded towards the back door. “Slide!” he demanded, grubby hands twisting futilely over the plastic child protected doorknob.

“In a minute,” Alexander said. “First, we wash our hands and help Mommy load the dishes into the dishwasher.”

Pip pouted, but slunk back to the kitchen. Alexander lifted him by the armpits onto a stool so he could reach the sink, and squirted a generous amount of hand soap into the boy’s palm. Pip shoved his hands under the tap, letting the water wash off the soap.

“Rub your hands together, honey,” Eliza directed.

Most of the soap had already run off by the time Pip clapped his hands together. He pumped the hand soap over Pip’s hands again, helped him wash properly, then gave him a paper towel to dry off. Then he helped Eliza clear the table, loading the dirty dishes into the washer and squirting dish soap into the frying pan.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Eliza said, kissing him.

He ran his palm over the side of her belly. “Thank you for breakfast.”

“Slide!” Pip demanded again, waiting impatiently by the back door.

“Yes, yes, okay. Slide.”

“Think you can manage by yourself?” Eliza asked, smirking at him as she handed over a box cutter.

“I think I can manage to pop a few pieces of plastic together,” he said.

The door knob was slick with sausage grease, and it took him two tries to turn it properly. When the door opened, Pip raced outside, bounding across their fenced in yard with his usual manic energy. The swing-set was in three large boxes, leaning against the house. He stooped down to start unpacking the pieces.

The walls around the slide support clicked into place easily enough. Pip was ecstatic to help install the slide itself, though his only job was to kneel at the bottom and try to keep it from moving too much. The inside support system created a tunnel that Pip watched come together with wide eyes.

Sun blared down on them as Alexander fought with the last of the tunnel structure, sweat beading on his brow. The final piece didn’t seem to want to line up properly. Wiping a hand over his forehead, he tried again, biting down a swear with the piece slipped again.

“Can I slide, now, Daddy?” Pip asked.

“Just a minute, bud.”

“How’s it going?” Eliza called from the backdoor, watching them with a soft expression.

“The last piece won’t go in,” he replied, frustration in his tone.

“Need some help?”

He nodded.

She made her way over and knelt beside him. With hardly any effort at all, she slid the final piece into place, then gave him a smug smile. He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, okay, you’re better at this than me.”

“Just nice to hear you say it,” Eliza said.

He kissed her firmly. “Will you help assemble the swing piece?”

“Happily.”

Together, they worked at attaching the plastic swings to the bar supports and digging the poles deep enough into the earth to keep the whole structure steady. Pip raced around them, touching every surface with barely contained excitement. When at last they declared the set complete, Pip let out a whoop of joy and bounded headfirst into the slide tunnel, crawling around the twists and peeking out at them through the little transparent window.

Eliza relaxed back into his arms and waved at Pip when he emerged at the top of the slide. Alexander rested his head against hers and rubbed his hand over their baby, delighted to feel the little nudges from a foot or elbow. He kissed her temple, feeling blissfully content.

#hamilton fanfic #hamliza #alexander hamilton #eliza hamilton #philip hamilton #modern au #father's day #short and sweet #fluff

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ham-mer-that-fits-in-ur-pocket · 6 years ago

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Unmasked

Pairing: Human!Spiderham x Spidernoir

Word Count: 1349

Warnings: None, just some post-itsv fluff

Note: So I finally wrote a hamnoir fic. And it’s honestly something I’m really proud of. Fight me. Also I’m using @pomodoko‘s version of human!ham because he’s Fucking Adorable?? Seriously if y’all haven’t seen the art then look it up please. Anyways, enjoy!!

Fat raindrops hit the dirty window pane above the sink. Noir stared out dully at the grey sky. Another evening, another lonely night. Of course, every night was lonely when you had a job like this. Couldn’t get too close to anyone, or else they might get hurt because of you. Yes sir, this life was a tedious one. Noir sighed to himself and looked down at the dishes in the sink. They’d started piling up again, but he really didn’t have the energy to start washing them. Maybe he could hold off on them for another night...again. A book sounded pretty good right about now. Even if his collection had been read through several times over.

Noir sat down in his stiff, leather chair and picked up a random book. At this point, he could probably just read the title and recount the story in his head without needing to read the pages themselves, but he needed a distraction. Books were really the only thing keeping him company in his world. At least they wouldn’t be hurt by him.

As he skimmed through the thin, worn pages, Noir let his mind drift off to the few previous months. Sometimes, he had to convince himself that the whole inter-dimensional ordeal wasn’t a dream. Of course, who would have an easy time believing it? Noir had experienced so many new things. New technology, new sights, new color (well, any color was amazing). And the people, the other Spiders...they were amazing. Wonderful. It finally felt like someone understood what he was going through. Like he had a family again.

But now he was back in his own world, grey and dark and grim. Noir closed the book and sighed. Maybe reading wasn’t such a good idea after all. It didn’t seem to be helping much. He caught sight of the cube in the corner of his shelf--the Rubix Cube, as Miles as called it. He’d since managed to complete the puzzle, but it still brought him joy to fiddle with it and even just look at it. Stupid as it may have seemed, the cube was the main source of his happiness nowadays. It brought back memories of his friends, and somehow, it was still in color. Bright, bright colors.

As Noir stood to grab the cube, he heard a knock at the door. Three, quick little raps. Instantly, he straightened and pulled a handgun from one of the drawers beside him. Noir silently neared the door, careful to avoid the squeakier floorboards. His heart thudded like a cannon in his chest. Who had come to kill him, this time?

When he peeped through the keyhole, though, Noir almost dropped the gun on the floor. Standing outside his door wasn’t an enemy, no, but a familiar face. A wide-eyed, round, wonderfully familiar face. Instantly, Noir unlocked the door and opened it, his jaw agape.

“Knock knock!” Ham sang, smiling up at Noir. His face fell quickly. “Oh my God!”

“What?” Noir blinked a few times. He could hardly believe that Ham was standing in front of him, and the look of disbelief on his face wasn’t doing his confusion any favors. “Ham, what is it?”

“I’ve never seen you without your mask before!” he marveled, reaching up to pat the sides of Noir’s chiseled face. “Woah…”

Noir relaxed his tense shoulders, feeling a smile tug at the corners of his lips in spite of himself. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh! Right.” Ham retracted his hands and gave him a grin. “I don’t know!”

“You...don’t know?” Noir backed up and ushered for the smaller man to enter. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I just felt like seein’ ya.” Ham shrugged as he walked in, looking around at the small apartment. “Huh.”

“I know,” Noir said, suddenly embarrassed. “It’s a mess. I’m sorry, I would’ve cleaned up if I knew you were coming over.”

“Nah, nah,” he shook his head. “I don’t care about mess. I mean, my place is a real pig-sty. Heh. Your place is fine, mostly. It’s just so...grey.”

“Everything here is.”

“I guess. But still, I don’t know. I can’t imagine living in a monochromatic world.”

“You get used to it…” Noir started for the kitchen. “I should offer you something. Uh, coffee? Tea? I...really need to go down to the market.”

“What? No, no. Don’t. We’re friends, I don’t need anything from you. Besides, I can handle myself on food.”

“You can?” Noir turned away from the ice box to see that Ham was sipping from a pink mug with a little pig face painted on the side. “Where did you get that?”

“Unimportant,” Ham shrugged. “Hey, uh...hate to bring this party down, but you seem sad.”

“Me? No, I’m fine,” Noir said, waving his hand dismissively. “Just fine, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Yeah…?”

“You don’t sound too sure about that, buckaroo.”

“Well…” Noir sighed and leaned. “I could be doing better.”

“Talk to me.” Ham hopped up on the kitchen counter so their heights were level and swung his legs back and forth.

“I…” He paused and furrowed his brow. “Actually, I think I just miss you guys. You, and Peni, and...everyone. It was fun. Other than not being able to go home, and the distortion, but...I really enjoyed it.”

“Well, everyone enjoys my company, so I’m not terribly surprised.” Ham paused to drink from the mug. “But that’s good, that you liked being with us. I was missin’ you, too.”

“You were?” Noir didn’t think anyone had ever told him that they missed him before.

“Of course, ya knucklehead.” Ham gave him a toothy grin. “It’s why I came to see ya.”

“You came just because you missed me?” Noir was still in disbelief.

“Uh-huh. And, boy, am I glad I did, because your face…” Ham leaned forward a little. “Yeah. Still hung up on that.”

Noir felt his cheeks grow warm. “What about my face?”

“I don’t know. When you had the mask on, it was kinda like a guessing game on what you really looked like. I thought you’d have a big beard, like, a big, long one, like, Santa Claus style. Or maybe you had a bunch of scars, or something cool like an eyepatch!”

“Oh.” He felt along his jaw. “I’m...sorry to disappoint…”

“Are you kidding me? This is way better! You’re hot!”

“I’m what?” Noir drew back.

“Ohhh, right, right. We’re in the thirties. Uhh...how do I say this in a way you’ll understand?” Ham put a hand to his chin. “You’re...uh, you’re easy on the blinkers, you’re a dish, you could chisel me and I’d probably thank you, you’re a pip!”

“Oh!” Noir’s tension didn’t leave. Again, he said, “Oh!”

Ham giggled mischievously and rested his chin in his hand. “And I mean that.”

“Really? You’re not pulling my leg here?”

“Nope.”

“This...isn’t a joke or something?” Noir fiddled with his sleeve.

“Am I a comedian to you?” Ham paused. “Uh, wait. Bad question. No, no jokes.”

Noir stared at the floor, trying to work up the courage to say something. Hell, he was trying to work up the wit to find something to say. “I...I’m, uh…”

“Mhm?”

“Do you...dinner? Tonight?” he finally asked. “I know a diner nearby, and…”

“Sounds perfect,” Ham smiled. “Won’t my colors make me stand out, though?”

“I’m...sure it’ll be fine.”

“Mm...okay!” Ham hopped of the counter and stood on his toes, pressing his lips against Noir’s cheek in a chaste kiss. “It’s a date, then!”

Noir felt his jaw drop again and he watched as Ham trotted towards the bathroom.

“Give me a few minutes to freshen up and we’ll be good to go!”

“Uh…” was all Noir said. The restroom door shut, and he kept staring ahead blankly. Had that really just happened? He could hear Ham humming a tune to himself as the faucet ran. Well, Noir thought as he touched the side of his face. This was going to be an interesting night.

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