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jenchan-writingmultis · 6 months ago

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This was for the best, right? (Vil x Fem Reader)

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Genre: Heavy angst/ No comfort

Pairing: Vil x Fem Reader & One-sided Rook x Fem Reader

A/n: Hi! So do you guys recall the idea I had with Vil x Reader angst? So this is it! If you want to know about it first, I’ll link it (here) I hope you like this one, I gave my best effort on this, hopefully, it fits Vil, I love him so much.

Credits: The design was made by me in Canva and the art that was used is all from the Official Twisted Wonderland Cards. The line breakers are from Kaomoji dividers!

Warning: This is ANGST NO COMFORT! Panic Attacks on Vil’s side, Breakups no reconciliation, misunderstanding and Insecure Vil, relapses of Trauma on Vil’s side, talking bad about Reader’s appearance, although vague it still is there.

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Sypnosis: Your face got leaked throughout social media when you went to have a date with your boyfriend Vil. It made him hate his reputation; he would understand if people bashed him instead, after all, he wouldn't let those words affect him, he's more worried about you, you're not used to the media watching you, having you be seen with him by paparazzi. He kept thinking of ending things with you to protect you from the backlash. ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅

He is usually unbothered by the fact that he gains hate often, he plays villainous roles, having to only reach till halfway or even before the story’s conclusion. It was normal for people to threaten him just because his character did something horrible to the main character. At least he is aware of how well he performed in acting by how despised he was. However, what he wasn’t prepared for was you being the one gaining hate.

People are hypocrites, they cuss him out and throw the worst insults they could think of towards him, and at the same time, they view him as a perfect human who deserves someone “better for him”. He didn’t expect that his selfishness would get in the way of his relationship with you just because he wants one normal date outside of school but when one of his paparazzi caught a picture of him with you out on a simple date in Pyroxene. The picture showed your face fully without any filters, those uncouth journalists milking his fame with their horrendous illegal articles; anything to gain a higher footing in their industry than anyone else.

When he found out about the article, you two were cuddling in Pomefiore in his bedroom. He had a separate, massive bedroom since he was the housewarden, watching the film that he was recently cast in. As usual, he was given the role of a villain, it was the same old same old, except this time, the villain won, and it was satisfying to see him reach the end. He didn’t tell you though, so while you lay your head on his shoulder, watching; complimenting his looks and joking about how you’d date him even if he was that crazy.

He loves your little antics, you’re the only one who had an odd mind falling for the roles he has. “You have a peculiar taste for characters sweetheart” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer while you giggled.

“Funny how I’m dating you” You cuddled closer to him, what you said earned you a playful glare. He was about to tickle you as punishment, but his phone suddenly vibrated, showing the name of his manager, he went to kiss your forehead before he untangled himself off you; “Give me a second, I’ll take this call real quick” he informed you which you gave a nod, letting him out of the bedroom and to his bathroom.

"What is it?"He examined himself in the mirror, fixing his hair while his manager spoke, "Vil, check what I sent you, it's a link." Vil glanced at his phone and clicked on the article, wondering what it was, he waited for a bit, and as soon as it finished loading his heart drops.

“Famous actor Vil Schoenheit caught dating!” It was a stupid title, but he didn’t give any thought about It, fearing for the worst he scrolled further, finding your face unblurred on it. “What is the meaning of this?” he frowned, gripping his phone before his manager answered.

“I’m not sure how they found out about the café you and your lover frequent but I’m trying to track down the owner of the article and threaten them with a lawsuit, but with how the media eats up everything, I’m afraid the damage has been done” Vil could hear rustling from the other end his manager taking out which he thinks is paperwork, most likely about the process of lawsuit, he was growing restless as he looked at how many comments and likes did the article gain. He didn’t even notice that his Magicam was being blown up by “fans” questioning him for his taste, and criticizing you.

He was starting to feel chills around his body when he continued to investigate the whole thing, Vil was close to having a panic attack, gripping the edge of the sink. He tried to calm himself down, remembering what his father taught him.

“Deep breath in, deep breath out” he recalled, causing him to loosen his grip a bit and relax. A knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts when he faintly hears you from outside.

“Vil? Are you okay? You’re taking a while there” you asked which he straightened himself up, composing himself before looking at his phone, who still had his manager on call. “I’ll have you deal with this; I need to go.” He walked to the door opening it after his manager agreed and ended the call.

“Sorry, it was just a minor nuisance at work” He smiled at you, he was a good actor but when it comes to you sometimes, he can’t seem to lie. “Are you sure? You sounded pretty agitated when I went to check on you” You touched his hand, entangling your fingers with his, which made him sigh.

“it’s…” he hesitated for a moment; does he tell you? He can’t drag you into all of this, he was planning to have it stay hidden till the article was gone, but at the same time, you’re bound to know about it once your friends find out and question you about it.

“Can we talk?” He finally caved in, gazing at you with a mixture of worry in his eyes; how could you say no to that?

When you found out about the article, Vil was worried that you’d be upset at him, not once did your expression change when he was explaining it. He didn’t expect you to smile and kiss his cheek, telling him that “it’s okay, the media will die down on it, at least if they found out, they won’t bat an eye if we go on dates more publicly, right?” you told him.

He was amazed with how well you handled the news; what about the possibility of receiving backlash? No, actually you both were receiving backlash already. “You’ll have to stop using social media for a while and deactivate it just to be safe” he warned you, looking at you for any signs of distress, he was concerned that you were just hiding it, you’re not someone who’s made to handle the eyes of strangers, he thinks you might not even understand what it means to have your face be doxed by media.

"Darling," he said, enveloping you in his embrace, which you gladly returned. He said, "Listen, this is the media we're talking about," stepping back to look directly into your eyes. You'll be receiving insults left and right, and I worry that if your friends choose to drop you because of our reputation, it will negatively impact you. I'm capable of managing myself and safeguarding you from the public eye, but what if this also concerns your friends?" he knew that the possibility of your close friends dropping you for something trivial like this was unlikely to happen but there’s still a possibility.

“If they drop me for something so stupid, I guess they don’t deserve to be my friend,” you said firmly, “Vil, I don’t mind this," You replied firmly, "but it seems like you’re bothered by it” You pointed out, touching his face, it was true, he is bothered by it, he’s scared of the outcome, he’s afraid that every day when you go out in public, people will try to hurt you or coerce you into doing something you don’t like.

“Once the article is down, it’ll fizzle out” You comforted him, noticing that his breathing started getting a bit ragged. Was it really going to stop once that article was taken down? There might be people who saved that article and reposted it.

In the next few days, you two would often just stay within school grounds, Night Raven College is big enough for you two to roam around and have your usual dates; Despite his frequent work schedule and dormitory maintenance, he still made time to have meals with you. During those times, everyone seemed to keep testing his patience, when he was on set, his unprofessional coworkers kept festering him about you, and when outside, he felt restricted, not being able to walk freely without eyes catching him, so he was advised by his manager to use his car to go back to school and work. He kept his social media muted as well; he couldn’t scroll around Magicam cause every article in those past few days has been nothing but hatred towards you.

“That woman looks so average, what the hell did Vil see in her?”

“Honestly, I would even accept if he’s gay for Neige, whenever those two are together they look so cute!”

“She looks like an extra://”

Comment after comment of users trashing your looks, your whole being even without knowing you.

It angers him, so for the sake of his mental health and yours, he made sure that you also kept your social media muted, although often, he saw you scrolling on it, reading the comments, or just chatting with your friends.

He doesn’t understand why you do it, it frustrates him a bit when you do, but he couldn’t tell you to just delete social media entirely, he’s not toxic.

During lunchtime, he was late to meet you, rushing through the cafeteria, he found you with Deuce and Ace, chatting away. He was going to greet you till he heard what Ace said.

“Hey, aren’t you gonna stop this act?” he munched on his egg sandwich while Deuce looked at Ace like he had just grown a second head.

“What the hell are you talking about Ace” Deuce said before Ace glared back at him. “I mean! Being unbothered by whatever nonsense Magicam’s got on. You have your face everywhere and people are talking smack about it!” He pointed out in which, Vil couldn’t even see what your expression was right now. "If I were you, I’d confront him about why his agency hasn't gotten to the bottom of this." Deuce wanted to hit Ace that time, but it was true, both your friends were confused as to why it continued to circulate.

“You don’t have to listen to Ace” Deuce paused, not knowing where this could possibly lead to what he meant. “It’s okay, I understand the concern.” You voiced out, placing the fork down, fiddling with your fingers, “It does affect me, but It’s not Vil’s fault that It got way out of hand.”

Vil frowned, hearing that, so it did affect you, why didn’t you tell him? Was it because of his incompetence? He thought about how many times you told him that it was okay, that you didn’t mind it. He knew that the article was stupid, but the evidence was evidence to journalists, and that caused you to be in the middle of the crossfire between him and his “fans”.

Was it worth sacrificing your peace dating him? He smiled bitterly to himself, how stupid of him to have these kinds of thoughts. He looked at his phone, he was going to send you a message that he was in the cafeteria but decided to go against it.

“I don’t think I can make it. You can go eat.” He sent the message before leaving the cafeteria and going back to the dormitory, he needed some time for himself.

When he reached his living quarters, he sat down on his bed, noticing the way the curtains were covering any light coming inside. It was like the state of his mind currently, he didn’t feel like doing his daily routine today, which is funny, if he didn’t push himself to keep a perfect image, he would be nothing but average; but if he did look average, would that give both of you the pleasure of living a normal life?

He scoffed to himself, he can’t just throw his career away, he needs it for your future; both your futures, he stood up, grabbing all the necessary cream, face powder, and other stuff for his face, but the moment he saw himself, looking tired, he stiffened up. Will there be a future where the two of you would be together?

Vil didn’t realize that he started to avoid you. His bedroom was inaccessible, you would knock on his door, but he wouldn’t confront you. Staying silent and just waiting till the knocking subsided and you were out.

He still showed up to needed House warden meetings, or event planning, he did his duties as usual, he just didn’t do his duties being your boyfriend.

It was as if his insecurities when he was younger were relapsing whenever he thought of talking with you, was it okay to talk to you right now? He still thinks it’s not the right timing. He isn’t his usual self right now and he doesn’t want to risk doing anything bad.

However, it breaks his heart to see the sorrow in your eyes when you meet him and to see him neglect you. He was aware that the distance between you and his unwillingness to communicate about the situation was making your relationship unstable.

After three days of no contact, he was on top of Pomefiore’s garden, he missed you dearly, he gazed down to see his dormmates having tea under the recently renovated garden, then he noticed someone familiar within the garden, focusing his eyes on it, it was you! You looked… happy?

That was the smile that you usually only reserve for him, what’s going on? Vil thought to himself, confused as he ripped his eyes off you, only to notice Rook Hunt, touching you the way you would with a lover, giving you a gaze he never saw from Rook, but he knew what that was.

Rook liked you, both of them did, but he decided to step down in favor of letting Vil court you. He knew that feelings would never fade that easily but he didn't expect to see this sight. You two looked so perfect for each other, his hand touching yours as if you were having the time of your life, even without him. He clawed the railing of the balcony, not feeling his fingernails scrape the paint off of it, his eyes blurring as he walked away, fearing that he might fall if he ever passed out. His heartbeats were the only sound he could hear, aside from the static his ears were hearing.

“Breathe.”

He fell back into his bedroom, feeling his whole body shiver as he grips on his arm, numb to the pain that his nails were digging into his flesh. Cold sweat trickled down his face, he didn’t know if he was even breathing or not, his brain foggy, like an impending doom was going to happen if he once tried to “breathe.”

Vil ended up passing out, and unfortunately, the moment he woke up, it was already 5 am, he jolted awake, standing up, hearing a continuous knock from his door, He flinched as his head throbbed, touching it gently to try to ease his headache, he moved to the door, opening it, not expecting to see the person he least wants to see.

“Roi de Poison” Rook greets him, smiling brightly at him, Irritating. “I noticed you haven’t gotten up and gone to work yet, did you take a sick leave?” Rook continued, his voice filled with worry, he was about to fix the hair covering Vil’s face when he got his hand slapped away, startling him, he noticed the way Vil’s eyes darkened a bit.

“I’m fine” Vil affirmed, groaning a bit, he pinched the bridge of his nose as another headache hit his head again. “I’ll get ready, for the meantime, please take care of the dorm in my absence” He continued, replying curtly as he slammed the door shut before Rook could even say anything, He was sure that Rook would do as he says, if he didn’t, he’ll find a new vice housewarden.

Vil was already late for work, his disheveled look was barely noticeable but his manager noticed the slight imperfection in it. She walked up to him, fixing the sleeves of his outfit. “You’re late Mr. Schoenheit” She buttoned the sleeves, waiting for a response from Vil, who just sighed, “I apologize, something came up, can we start?”

You were getting worried, Rook went to your dorm, telling you about the state of Vil and that he was worse for wear, you decided that this time, you were going to visit and you were going to talk to him even if he didn't want to. It’s been dragging on for too long—the avoidance of your lover and the media is hurting you. You need to do something before your relationship reaches a breaking point.

When you arrived at the modeling agency where Vil works, you were graciously allowed in. You were familiar to those at the agency; some supported you, while others did not. However, the only support you needed was Vil's.

The moment you stepped inside the photoshoot, you saw Vil, working with another model, he looked gorgeous as always, although it seemed that he was tired; it was unusual for him to be in a state where it was obvious.

The manager noticed you before she ushered you further in, just to get nearer where Vil could see you, and Vil froze, stopping the shooting when he saw your face.

“I’m going to take a break,” he said to the crew members, seeing you, his gaze remained unfazed, “Let’s talk on the lounge” he murmured, walking past you.

You didn’t know what else to do but follow him, understanding that Vil wasn’t feeling well. The moment the two of you were alone, he went to give you apple juice, the one that Epel’s family sells, you give a gentle smile to him, but he didn’t reciprocate. It made your heart ache.

“What do you need?” he asked, sitting down on the opposite side of you. Reluctant to look at him, you fixed your gaze on the apple juice. “Are you feeling alright?” you asked, which made Vil chuckle, “That’s a funny question Y/n”

“I just wanted to know, You’ve been avoiding me for a while and-“You were cut off by Vil who placed the half-empty apple juice on the table. “I just needed some time to think, plus we agreed to lay low” He answered, which frustrated you “Vil, I heard from Rook that you turned up late during work" you were feeling nervous, and for the first time, your lover made you uneasy. "that never happened before,” you said, wanting to touch his hand, but he pulled it away, his eyes showing a trace of betrayal.

“What?” he asked, heart breaking as he looked at you, “Rook told you?”

“Of course he did, he’s a close friend of yours!” you protested, feeling a sense of desperation when Vil kept rejecting you, for the past few weeks, or months? You don’t know, but it’s been so long since you two last saw each other and stared at each other for more than just a glance, now you’re on the receiving end of his glare?

“You…” Vil murmured, before he finally let his body relax, his expression turning soft. “I think we should break things off.”

“What?” you gasped, gripping on the apple juice a little bit too hard, “Vil- “

“Why?”

Why? Vil wanted to answer why, there were plenty of reasons why, you two were just way too different, and the fact that if he pursued this relationship further, it’d hurt both of you more. It was clear that Rook liked you and you liked Rook, what is there to continue this relationship? Plus, the media will continue to see you as inferior, this will continue for a lifetime, and no matter what he can’t see why and how your relationship with him will continue without it getting toxic. He finally understood that he is way too much for you, his feelings would slowly wrap you around vines that contain poison, HIS poison. He was thinking of the future, and he can’t see it going beyond the challenges you two face.

He eventually responded, "I lost interest, I’m sorry, we both should focus on our careers first” He lied, not looking at you as well, you both were too hurt to even gaze at each other. You didn’t move or talk, so he decided to stand up, fixing his attire and looking cold. “I’ll be leaving now, hopefully, we can put this all behind us, I’ll have a taxi be ready to get you home when you’re ready.” he said, his heart aching, he wanted to hold you, but he stopped himself, “Just talk to the manager when you plan to leave” he continued, turning around before leaving the lounge.

The moment you left, the manager went up to him excitedly, he didn’t feel like celebrating at all when he found out that they tracked down who the journalist is and are now filing a lawsuit against them; at least on a positive note, you were out of the picture, out of the prying eyes of the media.

This was for the best, he thought to himself, feeling numb while he felt his chest tighten when he went back to work.

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captainsophiestark · 7 days ago

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Crib Construction

Cassian x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: ACOTAR

Summary: Cassian and his mate have been tasked with putting together Nyx's crib. Unfortunately, it's a harder task than they thought it would be.

Word Count: 1,282

Category: Fluff, Humor

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"Cass, come here. Does this look right?"

My boyfriend didn't waste a second before joining me on the floor, kneeling behind me and looking over my shoulder. Neither of us spoke for a minute, then I heard a rustling of paper as Cassian sighed.

"Yeah, it looks right. That hasn't stopped it from being wrong before, though."

"Well, let's just hope for the best."

I could feel through the mating bond just how little Cassian wanted to do that, but he knew as well as I did that we didn't have much other choice. I took a deep breath, then gently pressed the two pieces of wood before me together, trying to get them to link like they were supposed to.

Of course, it didn't work. I added slightly more pressure, but still nothing. I put my entire weight and all of my strength into it, and when the damn thing still didn't budge, I let out a scream and shoved both pieces away from me before I could really lose my temper and accidentally break something.

"This is bullshit!" I shouted, whirling around to face Cassian. He had a look of grim resignation, meeting my eyes with sympathy. Our positions had been exactly reversed about ten minutes ago. "Rhys set this up as a way to get back at you for winning the snowball fight last time, and I'm getting caught in the collateral. This sucks."

"Honestly, maybe he did," Cass said, sighing and leaning back on his hands. "Or maybe Az did something to break this one too before he got kicked off the job."

I groaned, flopping over and into Cassian's side to lay against his chest and stare at the ridiculous contraption that had been defeating us all afternoon. Rhys and Feyre had asked us to assemble Nyx's crib, and at first, we'd been honored and happy to help. But hours later, when nothing was going right and none of the pieces were fitting together the way they were supposed to, I was about ready to throw all of it out the window and into the Sidra below.

We'd been given the task in the first place because Az had shattered the same type of crib to pieces after spending a day being stumped by the puzzle. Cassian and I had inherited the task for our ability to keep each other calm, and because we were generally less destructive when continually frustrated by a puzzle. This crib was about to ruin that reputation.

"Okay, maybe we should just start over from the beginning," I said, sitting up and turning to face Cassian after our brief rest. "Like, take everything apart and lay it all out on the floor again, then start back from step one."

Cassian groaned. "Honestly, I hate that idea. But what we're already doing clearing isn't working, so..."

"So let's try it. Deep breaths, and then a total reset. A fresh start."

"...Alright. Let's do it."

With a lot of heavy sighing, Cassian and I took apart what little progress we'd made, separating the crib back into its individual parts, the way it had come. Once we got it all laid out again, I took the instruction manual from Cass and laid that out in front of us, too. With one last deep breath, we started in again at step one on page one.

I wish I could say this attempt went better. But it didn't. Cassian and I almost destroyed the whole thing Az-style in a fit of frustration three times each, one of us barely managing to pull the other back every time. We were just lucky our destructive streaks never lined up, or the pieces of the crib before us would've already become nothing more than a pile of ash.

"Alright, that's it!" Cass finally shouted, standing up abruptly from where we'd been trying to wrestle together the corners of the crib with no luck, despite using both our strength at once. "I'll be right back."

"What?" I flung my arms out to either side of me as Cassian headed for the door. "You're abandoning me? Seriously?"

"Not abandoning! Changing tactics."

Before I could ask for clarification, Cassian was out the door. I stared after him, waiting for him to reappear or say he was kidding or something, but he didn't. I huffed, then shook my head and turned back to the crib, its pieces still mostly laid out on the floor.

I sat there and stared at the pieces for a few long beats, contemplating my next move. Honestly, I'd just about decided to throw them out the window and tell Rhys the thing'd never been here when the door came swinging open again.

I turned to find Cassian striding towards me, the confidence and determination back in his step. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he just grinned.

"I've solved all our problems."

I snorted, but smiled at Cassian all the same as he came to a stop before me. The fact that he'd managed to make me laugh at all in the middle of this nonsense was exactly why we were mates, and it made me love him even more.

"Cass, you know I love you, and you know I trust you, but... I'm having a hard time seeing how that could possibly be true. Unless you convinced Mor to take over for us...?"

"No, but just as good." I raised an eyebrow, and Cassian's grin widened as he dropped down next to me. Slowly, from behind his back, he pulled out a hammer, tape, and a few other supplies.

I just stared at everything for a moment, then snorted and leanded into Cassian. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"Babe... we can't use that stuff to put this crib together."

"Why not?"

"Because it won't be sturdy enough! We don't want it to give out while the baby's in it. We both know we can't risk that."

Cassian hummed, rocking forward just enough to get a few of the pieces of the crib into his hands. He lined them up like we'd been doing all day, then raised the hammer in his other hand.

"Maybe you're right about the tape," he said. "But all we need to fix this is a little extra power. We can't force it together with our strength alone, so we'll use a hammer."

"Cass-"

Before I could get another word out, Cassian swung the hammer. I could see him putting his full Illyrian strength into it, and sure enough, the pieces whacked together. Unfortunately for us, they also splintered into more pieces than would be fixable, even with tape.

Cassian and I just stared at the wreckage for a moment, neither of us speaking. Cassian was the one to break first.

"Shit."

I laughed, all the stress and ridiculousness of the past few hours disappearing along with our hopes of actually succeeding at our task. I leaned into Cassian, and a moment later, he joined me.

"Well, that didn't go like I was hoping," sighed Cassian. I laughed again.

"Really? That's not what you were going for?"

"Not quite."

We shared a smile, then slumped back together, Cassian's arm around my waist as I leaned into his chest. I sighed, staring at the ruins of the crib before us. Not a single part of me wanted to do something about fixing it.

"So... how about we call Mor and find a way to pass this on to her?"

I laughed, then nodded as I leaned even further into Cassian.

"Baby, I was thinking the same thing. You, me, and Az have had to tear our hair out over this thing already, I think it's her turn."

"And even better, if any of us has to call Amren in, it'll be Mor."

"Exactly."

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muffinsin · 5 months ago

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Can you please write dimitriscu sisters with child reader ?

Where the reader is attacked by a lycan or something gets found by the sisters (separately) and the immediate response of the reader when seeing each women is calling them mama ? I don't know if you accept these but if you do can you write what their reaction would be ? And the aftermath of it ? Like how their mundane life would be?

I don't think this breaks any of your rules or preferences but I'm sorry if it did

-( I'm not new to your blog but this is my first request)💜

This is such an adorable, heartwarming request! It’s been in my inbox forever, so I’m very happy I can finally get to it! :) as it comes a mundane life; I doubt any of them would live one tbh! They are absolutely ready to treat this child like royalty🙌👀

Splitting this into 3 parts btw, due to the length of each. This is Bela’s part, Cassandra’s will be linked here, Daniela’s will be linked here once it’s out🙌

Let’s get into it!

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Bela

She’s out hunting, at last not too busy to tend to this activity as well

It feels like it’s been forever since she last hunted with her sisters

Cassandra, despite her tough exterior, clings to her side subtly, hunting and retrieving prey only to bring it to Bela to show off. Daniela was less subtle, her arm hooked with Bela’s, her own hunt dismissed as she takes the opportunity to talk to her eldest sister and chat a little

Clearly, Bela is not the only one who missed this. Her heart aches a little knowing her busy work schedule forces her to neglect the time spent with her sisters

Where’d the time go? When did she become busy planning and working and managing things, rather than playing and looking out for her two younger sisters?

She shakes her head, dismissing these thoughts. She’s here now, she reminds herself

And as hours go on, she finds herself enjoying the hunt more and more again. Her senses are sharp, her reactions imminent

When Cassandra suggests a game, a competition of which sister can find the best prey within the last two hours left to them, she complies

Perhaps she could get a deer for them. She knows better than to go for varcalocs and larger lycans

What she doesn’t predict as she wanders and flies about, though, is the sweet, innocent cry she hears in the distance

No animal. A human

A cry, with no malice or aggression to be found

A helpless cry. A pained one. A scared one

A young one

Did a villager stray too far? But; the cry is so young, it can’t possibly come from an adult, from a hunter no less

Naturally, she investigates

And yet, when she finds you after moments already, she finds herself unprepared

You sit in the dirt, your back to her

Your little body shakes with every sob that leaves your wet lips. Your fingertips slide against the muddy ground anxiously, your other hand holding onto a stick far too rough for your small, soft hands

She frowns, unsure whether to make herself known or not

She can’t see your face, but you can’t be any older than eight, she figures

Upon inhaling, her nose scrunches up in disgust and her expression turns to one of concern. You reek of a lycan

Perhaps she should leave, she wonders to herself despite everything

She hardly ever stirs good emotions within people, after all. No matter their age

Yet..her heart aches and urges her to act with every little sob and cry that comes from you

Her natural instincts scream at her, urge her to act. She remembers her sisters, how they would cling and depend on her, look up to her, feel safe around her and only her

Something tugs at her heart when you begin hiccuping between your cries, your body shaking, your muddy hand raising to your face

She swarms around carefully, making sure she approaches you from the front rather than behind

When she does, though, she is greeted by yet another surprise

Upon getting close, she sees your wet, tear stained face. Your red cheeks, your puffy eyes, your wet lips, your red button nose

She spots the trap your leg is caught on immediately. A snare, the rope wrapped tightly around your little, swollen ankle

Yet, this isn’t what surprises her the most, but rather the words that fall from your wet lips the moment you lay eyes on her

“Mama!”, you all but yell desperately, your bottom lip wobbling, your muddy hands reaching out to Bela in a silent, desperate plea to be picked up

Mama?

She doesn’t quite understand, but doesn’t hesitate

Easily, she snaps the rope from around your ankle. Easily, her hands slip under your armpits and pick you up

You’re sat at her hip, carefully held by her. For once, she doesn’t care about her dress being dirtied by mud

“Mama!”, you repeat, your voice mixing with whimpers

She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t know you

Yet, you seem so sure

“Bela”, she introduces herself

You stare at her blankly for a moment, then grin a little. Mama has a pretty voice

“Mama”, you confirm again

“Do I know you?”, she wonders. Could you be someone from her past life, maybe? It’s a life she has left behind after being infected, one she can’t remember, nor wishes to return to. She loves her family more than anything- Mother, Cassandra and Daniela. This is her family

You shake your head. No, you don’t know your mama. But you know, this is your Mama

With this, it seems you’re done talking. Bela gasps in surprise when you shift closer to her, your head rested on her chest, your little cries finally calming and quieting down as she rubs your small back lovingly

She doesn’t understand; don’t you know what she is? Probably not

And yet..she wants to keep you, and so she does

She holds you close to her as she walks back towards the castle again, a gentle smile on her lips as she sits and waits for her sisters

You’re cuddled up to her, a little bundle in her arms. You look…relaxed, like this

Still, she takes note of your swollen ankle, your cut cheek and dirtied face and clothing, your bruised ankle and the rash seemingly growing on your hands. You look malnourished, and almost sickly. She doesn’t notice, but holds you a little tighter

You seem so perfectly content in her arms, your little fingers hooked into her dress, your lips slightly parted as you sleep

“That’s a…unique catch!”

Bela jumps at Cassandra’s words and quickly turns to face her sister. In her hand she drags a wolf, nearly the same size as her, by far larger than you are

Next to her stands Daniela, a large, juicy deer dragged behind her, a big grin on her face

Bela rolls her eyes, her arms wrapping around you protectively

“They’re not for eating. I found them”, she clarifies, and with a stern glance, both her sisters shrug and refrain from more jokes

Once in the castle, Bela’s priority is to nurse you back to health

You whine sleepily as she draws you a warm bath and sets you down in it, but squeal in happiness almost at the many bubbles she’s added just for you

Bela carefully washes you, using a cloth and sponge to clean off all the dirt and mud still sticking to you

Thankfully, whatever lycan that was in proximity to you must have only scared you off, rather than attacking and landing a hit on you

You nearly fall asleep again when she washes your hair, her movements precise and careful

She ensures no water or soap gets in your tired eyes and scratches your scalp gently as she massages the soap into it and your hair

Soon enough, unruly and tangled hair is soft and clean and she can comb her fingers through it effortlessly

You aren’t familiar with this much warm water, bubbles and delicious scents and can’t help but cry and cling to her when it’s time to leave the bath again

You watch curiously as she dresses you, her touches gently and guiding, her voice soft as she talks you through it all

You glance around as she does

The fabrics are impossibly soft and good to your skin, her fingertips even more so. You don’t remember life at the village all too well, but recall the constant fear. You recall, your mother’s touch was never as soft and guiding as your Mama’s- Bela’s- is

Her room is large, larger than any house in the village. It’s also warmer than anywhere else you’ve ever been

When done dressing you, she rises, ready to find you something nurturing

But, the moment she moves from you, a hoarse whine and cry comes from you

Immediately, she picks you up and back into her arms, and likewise immediately you calm again

You mouth at her collarbone and shoulder, hungry, in pain, whining occasionally

When she walks out of the warm room, she notices you stare curiously

You hold onto her dress still, content to quietly stay with her. She doesn’t mind that you aren’t too talkative, instead opts for holding you close as she wanders to the kitchen

Inside, the staff immediately begins to gush about you. A child in the castle is…a rare sight, certainly

She doesn’t understand why; not yet, but possessiveness stirs up in her nearly immediately. She holds you closer to her, her emotions calming a little when you whine and push yourself closer to her in return

Now, each sister comes with a special, unique reputation

Daniela, the unpredictable one. Cassandra, the brutal one

Bela, the smart, level headed one

That is, until she isn’t anymore

You jump in surprise, a gasp, the loudest noise that’s come from you yet

A maid reaches out, and you flinch back instinctively. Yet, just when her fingers were about to touch your arm, Bela’s arm shoots out

As it does, her sickle is summoned and a single swipe is all it takes for the woman’s hand to come clean off

Three of the staff members scream, the others lower their gazes to the ground

You cry quietly, the noises all too familiar. And yet..you find it’s not all that bad, because your mama is still with you, still holding you close

You calm faster than Bela would’ve expected, even more so when the staff is dismissed and you’re left alone with her

And still, when she looks in your eyes…she doesn’t find fear like she expected

From this day on, you are practically inseparable

She is your mama, and everybody knows. You have her, her sisters and Mother wrapped around your finger

She teaches you to be strong, to be fast, to be smart. She guides you and inspires you, teaches you to go after your interests and encourages you to tend to your hobbies

She loves you, she realises very early on

The maternal connection between the two of you is pure, real, and immediate

She vows to always protect you, and always does. Always has, and always will

You’re her world

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #💜 anon

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dev's masterlist {joel miller}

I've somehow expanded my writing enough to warrant a whole separate masterlist for the one and only Joel Miller! He's so diverse and there are so many facets to his character, so it's been fun to explore writing for him ♡ Keep in mind my blog and online spaces are strictly 18+ Each fic has its own masterlist post with links to chapters, warnings, and supplemental content! Happy reading! ♡

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*Series / Multichapter Fics:

Title: return the favor Pairing: Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Smuggler! Reader Status: work in progress Summary: With a past as rich as anyone in the times after the Outbreak, you find your medical and survival skills to be a valuable asset.You were dropping off some medical supplies that FEDRA was willing to pay big for when you got tangled up in a mission that involves a teenager with a mouth almost as smart as yours and gruff older man whose graying curls were his only redeeming quality. But the longer you traveled with them and the more that happened out in the open land of what once was, the more you find yourself connecting with them and wanting to protect them both at any cost.

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Title: garnish Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Bartender! Reader (a restaurant au) Staus: complete Summary: Summer is a time of fun and carefree days for those who are fortunate enough to not work within the food industry. You however have found yourself back in that world and so long were the days you could spend doing nothing. Along with the shift back to a world you once left behind is the figure of Joel Miller, who is as magnetizing as he is irritating that is now a part of your daily life.

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Title: zest Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Professor! Reader (formally known as Bartender! Reader) Status: work in progress Summary: With the passage of time, Joel Miller had shifted from ‘chef’ to something more. Your once hidden relationship a secret now out in the open. After a break in which you finished your degree and managed to land your dream job of teaching at the collegiate level, Joel had thrown himself into his work at the restaurant where you met. Back together and in far better mental places in your life, you both are caught off guard by the sudden news of being prospective parents. But things are always gonna get hectic because, of course, how else would things go with the two of you involved? It’d been that way for nearly two years after all.

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Title: by the grit of sandpaper Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x F! Reader (Artisan! Joel Miller x F! Reader Status: complete Summary: Joel Miller is a gruff as they come, the world having changed him for the worst. But settling in Jackson with his brother changed him for the better. He's known around town as someone to help, whether it be with home repairs, construction, and hand carved trinkets. An offhand comment from you inspires him to branch out and create helpful kitchen wares. And it seems everyone has been gifted one from him, except for you. It makes you rethink the casual friendship you had developed with the man that had just begun to expand beyond patrols.

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Title: gone to the dogs Pairing: Boston QZ! Joel Miller x F! Reader Status: work in progress Summary: What happens when the world ends in such a violent way that it robs you of your very humanity? Do you submit or raise your hackles and fight back? The answer is obvious to Joel Miller, known for being someone to not to cross even in the most dangerous corners of the Boston QZ. The answer is obvious to you, too, who transformed in his likeness.

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*One Shots / Drabbles:

Title: for the record Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x Patrol Partner! Reader Summary: The longer, more dangerous patrol routes around Jackson are designated to you and one Joel Miller. You both have an understanding with each other, talking wasn’t the biggest concern for either of you, but being confident in each other was. He wasn’t a bad friend in your scavenged life, but then again you were beginning to think you didn’t want to be just his friend…and that’s got you more than a little sexually frustrated.

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Title: unexpected bloom Pairing: Pre-Outbreak! Joel Miller x Reader Summary: A single flower and a chance encounter brings color to your life.

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Title: there's a place and time Pairing: Younger! Joel Miller x Neighbor! Reader Summary: Moving back to your parents house wasn't part of the plan, neither was being a thorn in your neighbor's side. but you roll with the punches, and hey, he's kinda cute when he gets huffy.

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{wristwatch}

{early morning filth}

{joel's morning wood}

*Construction Corner:

Title: black hole sun Pairing: Pre-Outbreak! Joel Miller x Waitress! Reader ; Jackson! Joel Miller x Survivor! Reader Status: under construction : to be posted soon! Summary: You carry memories of Joel Miller in your heart in the wake of the end of the world, someone who had once been a bright spot in the dull monotony of life. When you unexpectedly cross paths with him again, he’s no longer the young man you used to share moments with but an unforgiving dark spot that had been corrupted by the new world order. He’s gone in the blink of an eye once again, showing up months later to settle in Jackson as he’s turned into some convoluted mixture of each. Maybe time and circumstance will allow for you finally tell each other how you feel?

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Plot Twist

Breaking News (Part 5/Final)

(Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (I had an idea, Mr. Krabs)

Warnings: cheating mentioned, toxic parents, overall hella fluffy (HERE is a link to the full playlist if you want to hear them all in a row otherwise each individual song is linked later in the story.)

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 1655

Chapter Summary: The much-anticipated album drop of 'Plot Twist' by Y/n L/n leads to an unexpected plot twist in the end.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

(^Came from 2 pics on Pinterest)

<- Previous Part

July 24, 2024

It is release day, October 16. Plot Twist dropped at midnight, and so far, it’s been received very well! Neither of my previous albums had this much attention, so it was honestly shocking seeing my name and album trending on Twitter.

I was busy in the kitchen, eating some lunch, and avoiding looking at the feedback. I knew that I would waste the entire day reading every little critique the fans had. My publicist knew that I would try that, so they were holding my phone hostage as they worked on planning a live stream. It was a tradition at this point; day of release, I would livestream listening to every song and telling the story or answering questions between them.

I was just finishing up my food when I felt one arm around my waist as another stole one of my crisps. “Hey! That’s mine.”

“It’s one, you’ll live,” Max whispered, leaning onto my back to place a kiss on my cheek after he at the chip. “It’s not like you’ll starve.”

“I’ll tell your nutritionist that you ate a pack of crisps,” I joked.

“It was one!” He complained, turning my head to connect our lips in a few small kisses. When we separated, he whispered, “I’ll buy you more if you’re that concerned.”

“Alright lovebirds, I need to steal the singer,” my manager interrupted the moment.

“I’ll be right over,” Max joked.

“Ha ha, Max,” my manager replied sarcastically. “Are you going to be beside them or behind the camera?”

“I’ll stay back,” he answered, already pulling a chair to sit behind the camera that was pointed at the couch. “It’s your moment.”

“Thanks, liefde (love),” I said, taking my spot on the couch. “Let me know when you start it.”

“If you’re ready, I can start it now?” My manager asked, receiving a thumbs up from me as I fixed my appearance one last time. They pointed to me, signaling that I was live, so I smiled and switched on my stage persona.

“Hello everybody!” I greeted, scanning through the messages flying on the screen. “It’s everyone’s favorite day; release day! I’m going to play my new album, Plot Twist, which is available now on all platforms, and answer your questions about each song. Let’s get started with the first single.”

Track 1-Ava

“Everyone knows this backstory, but something you might not know is that Max helped me with the melody on this one too,” I laughed as Max groaned in the background.

“I helped on basically every song. I should get royalties.”

“I think you’ll live, Mr. Third-Most-Paid-Sportsman-Under-25,” I mocked.

“Oh fuck off,” He laughed, moving to play the next song.

Track 2-Seven

“Again, another very popular single, “I chuckled, “Not gonna lie, was almost titled ‘Fling’ or ‘Freak Out’, but Max thought 'Seven' was more ominous.”

“I did not! Stop putting words in my mouth!”

“Denial doesn't look good on you, schat (darling).”

“I’m not in denial,” He opposed. “I just said ‘Seven’ sounded better than ‘Fling’ or ‘Freak Out’.”

Track 3-Bigger Person

“Think we all know who this is directed at,” I sighed with a look directly at the camera, “But actually, it was a combination of the breakup and my personal problems with my family, and this is one of my most vulnerable songs. I’ve been working on it for a long time, and it is one of my favorites on the album. I think I did the idea justice, and I hope some of my fans find comfort in this song.”

Track 4-Flowers

“Flowers is another very close-to-home song. I used to have a huge fear of commitment, and with my ex, the very first thing he did was introduce me to his family by saying he would marry me,” I admitted, remembering the details of the night I met the Leclercs. Now, I have no contact with Charles, but his brothers and Maman still text me every so often. Arthur actually called me to tell me how much he loved the album earlier today. I smiled at the memories before continuing. “That actually didn’t drive me away as it normally would have, so I felt safe and comfortable with him right away. Maybe that’s why I put up with everything for so long. And anytime there was a big fight between us, instead of talking it out and resolving it, he would get me red roses. It was always an apology, and I can’t look at red roses the same anymore.”

“For everyone always asks why I get them carnations, daisies, or dahlias, this is why,” Max spoke up. “I’m the man that treats you right.”

“Yes, yes you do, Maxie,” I laughed, looking over at him. “I love you. Now, next song!”

Track 5-Somebody to You (Acoustic)

“When I realized that I loved Max, I couldn’t get him off my mind at all. I knew I wanted to be someone important to him, but I didn’t want to be overbearing and make him think it was a rebound,” I explained quickly. “However, even as a kid, I knew I would be with him because we were just always close like that.”

“They came to me whenever they needed support, and same for me with them,” Max elaborated, “We were just always close like that.”

Track 6-18

“It started when I told Max that I loved him for the first time at the Austin Grand Prix last year. He responded immediately saying he loved me since we were 18 before either of us actually understood love. It all just flowed from that moment. Max was actually able to help me on some of the lyrics for this song, but I promised I wouldn’t say what verses he wrote apart from the obvious.”

“Apart from the obvious? Really?” He laughed.

“Y’know, if you’re going to be so vocal during the stream, why don’t you just come on camera?” I challenged, knowing he didn’t want to be on the stream, but he was acting too involved for someone who didn’t want to be here.

“I’m fine here, thank you. Onto the next one.”

Track 7-That Part

“This is our story in a song,” I sighed as I made eye contact with Max, him winking at me, causing me to smile and drop my head. “ I jokingly told my friends and family that I would date Max at some point when we were like 8, so the end was kind of a ‘haha told you so’ to everyone who said I was lying. It was actually a surprise to Max, and he didn’t know I was writing this. When I played this for him the first time, he cried, but he loved it. I hear him singing it every so often, sometimes it’s in English and sometimes in Dutch, but either way, it makes me happy that he loves it. It means I did our love story justice.”

Track 8-Eternally Yours

“Max and I wrote this together. We wanted a song for our wedding, so we poured everything we had into this song. I also pulled in my friends, Chris and Ricky, to write with us. Chris and Ricky are masterminds when it comes to writing beautiful melodies with strong meanings, so I knew they would be the perfect people to collaborate with. If you know their band, you’d know that their more heartfelt songs like Fatal and Sinematic were written by these two,” I said, going onto a short tangent about my friends and co-writers. Then I remembered that many of my listeners don’t listen to them so I said, “Shameless plug here, check out their band, Motionless in White if Eternally Yours is your favorite from the album! They’ve got new music coming soon, but you didn’t hear that from me. They’re actually covering this on that album but with a metal twist.”

As soon as I saw the chat explode, I knew I messed up somewhere. I looked at the messages and found one that said, “WEDDING?!” I knew I just outed that we were engaged by accident. “Well, cat’s out of the bag everyone. Max proposed when he heard ‘That Part’ for the first time.”

My manager let out a loud laugh as they read one of the comments. I looked at them skeptically, so they said, “Chat wants Max to reenact his proposal.”

“Say less,” Max joked to himself as he walked from the other side of the camera to kneel in front of me.

“What are you doing? I thought you didn’t want to be on camera,” I laughed, moving my hands to mess with his hair. He started shaking his head to get my hands away from the strands as he pulled out a box.

“I planned this to be a little more romantic than you jokingly messing up my hair,” He chuckled, using his other hand to fix it. “Can’t really back out now with hundreds of thousands of fans watching, now can I?” He reached out to grab my left hand as my free hand to hide my red face. “I think there’s only one thing left to say, wil je mij voor eeuwig de jouwe laten zijn (Well you let me be eternally yours)?”

“Altijd schat (Always darling),” I whispered as I pulled him in for a kiss as he pulled the ring out to place it onto my left ring finger. “That was pretty close to the first time.”

“Minus you messing with my hair, and you cried a lot more the first time,” He chuckled, sitting next to me for the end of the stream.

“At least now I can wear my ring in public,” I said before leaning in to kiss him one last time. I pulled away as my manager announced their presence again, causing us both to laugh. “Ok guys, that’s the stream. We will see you at the next album stream! Bye!”

October 16, 2024

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Fin <3 (unless y’all got ideas for more. I’m open)

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#max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen #charles leclerc #max x reader #charles x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #bad268 breaking news #part 5 #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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harry-on-broadway · 2 years ago

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The Last Line: Part Three

Part Three

Word Count: 10K || Series Masterlist || Rating: M

A/N: I actually managed to keep my promise and post when I said I would 😅 But seriously, thank you to everyone who has hung around waiting for the update. I hope you like it and would LOVE to hear what you think!

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Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

“Are you going to get that?” Chloe asked pointedly, eyeing Penny’s phone as it vibrated on her desk.

“I’m sorry, is it bothering you?” Penny replied cheekily.

“Yes, but only because I want to know who has been texting you.”

Penny picked up her phone and looked at the screen. Four text messages from Harry. “Just a source,” she said. “I think I might have a lead on a new feature, so I’ve been trying to build a relationship with them.” That was kind of the truth wasn’t it?

“Uh huh,” Chloe said, twirling a pen between her fingers. “And does this source’s name rhyme with Barry Tiles?”

“Shhhh!”

“I knew it!”

The two women stared at each other over the partition that separated their desks, as Penny steeled herself for the barrage of questions Chloe was sure to hurl at her. “You want to take a walk? Get a coffee?” Chloe asked, clearly opting for discretion now that she had gotten what she was looking for from Penny.

“Yes, but you’re buying.”

“Deal.”

When their lattes were in their hands, Penny and Chloe began their slow and strategic walk around the office park, following a carefully planned route that they knew put them out of earshot of nosy coworkers.

“So when did this happen?” Chloe asked.

“Umm…” Penny searched for an answer. “Like a couple of weeks ago, I think? We got drinks after that concert we went to.”

“Yeah, you mentioned that but not the fact that he’s suddenly your new best friend.”

“You know he’s not my best friend. I could never take that title away from you.”

“I appreciate that but that doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell me about him.”

“I didn’t say anything because this just kind of…happened,” Penny said.

And it had. She thought about the way she had texted him when she’d gotten home from their post-show drinks. And how he’d replied. And how when she’d woken up the next morning he’d sent her another message, this one containing a link to a country song that she hadn’t heard before. She thought about how she listened to the song on repeat while she made her coffee and got ready for work, crafting the perfect response in her head as she tapped her fingers to the beat. She thought about how Harry had texted her daily since that night. And, each time she added to her notes on whatever it was Harry was working on, she tried to suppress the feelings of guilt that brewed deep inside.

“Like hell it ‘just happened.’” Chloe tried to make air quotes around the coffee cup in her hands. “It wasn’t that long ago that I thought I’d have to be a character witness at trial for you.”

“Ha ha, but I swear! We just had a drink and talked and things progressed from there.”

“Where’d you take him?”

“Seventy7.”

“Your date spot?”

“My source meeting spot.” Penny took a sip of her coffee.

“So, he’s a source? What are you cooking up?”

Penny looked around, making sure they were far away from anyone who might be eavesdropping on their conversation. “He has a new album coming out sometime this year. Tom told me and so did Harry. And I was thinking, maybe if I got a scoop on it, it would impress Darren and would give me a better shot at landing some stories.”

“I’m sorry,” Chloe said. “But in what world is this a good idea? Did you miss the ethics class freshman year? You know the one about unbiased reporting? Keeping friends and family out of stories? Do you recall any of that? Or were you too hypnotized by his ravishing good looks during your date that all rational thought left your head?”

“He’s neither friend nor family and it wasn’t a date. It was networking. A source meeting. You have those all the time.”

“Yeah, at premieres where I’m talking to 50 year-old men I most certainly don’t want to fuck.”

“I don’t want to fuck Harry.”

“OK, that was great,” Chloe said. “Let’s take that once more though, and this time make me believe you actually believe what you’re saying.”

“I don’t want to fuck him,” Penny said definitively.

Chloe held her gaze waiting for her friend to break. “Well all right then we’ve settled it.” Penny’s phone buzzed again. “What’s your ‘source’ want now?”

Penny unlocked her phone, angling the screen so Chloe could see the four texts Harry had sent.

Hey. How’re you?

I’m in the studio today so I’m on your side of town. Might be stopping by the office to talk to Jeff about something too.

Been listening to this today. Have you heard of it?

Um, any chance you want to grab a drink? Maybe dinner?

“Do you usually get dinner with sources?” Chloe asked with a grin.

“First time for everything,” Penny said, replying to Harry’s message.

Yeah, maybe tomorrow?

His reply came back fast. How’s tonight?

“Someone’s eager,” Chloe laughed.

“What’s wrong with that? Maybe I’ll get what I need.” After confirming the time and location, Penny slid her phone into her bag. “Now where were we?”

“You were profusely denying your attraction to Harry. Unbelievably, I might add.”

“Chlo, I don’t know how many times I can say this…I’m simply tolerating him to get something from him.”

“This is the part in the rom com where the sassy best friend tells the plucky protagonist that she’s making a mistake because she’s going to develop real feelings.”

“And this is the part in the rom com where I go back to my desk and actually get some work done.”

Penny spun on her heel and started back towards the office, leaving Chloe to catch up behind her. Penny spent the rest of the afternoon bouncing between edits to a listicle about “10 Songs You Didn’t Realize Were Turning 10 in 2019” and making a list of things she wanted to ask Harry that night. How far along was the album? Was he close to announcing a release date? A single? Were the songs he’d been sending her any indication of what his new tracks would sound like? A few minutes before five, she slammed her laptop shut, tossing it into the canvas tote that doubled as her purse and work bag these days.

“See you tomorrow,” she called to Chloe and Devon, one of their graphic designers. Devon waved, quickly turning his attention back to his monitor, while Chloe spun in her chair.

“Make good choices tonight,” she called with a sly wink. “Don’t get into too much trouble.”

“You’ll be my one call if I do,” Penny called cheerfully over her shoulder, as Chloe’s laugh echoed through the mostly empty newsroom.

Penny pulled out of the parking garage, cruising through the streets to the restaurant Harry had texted her. It was a bit further out than she usually traveled during the week, but when she looked on the map, it looked like it was midway between her neighborhood and his. Neutral territory. She drummed along to the song on the radio – something by Justin Timberlake – as she waited for the light to turn, catching a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror. Several strands of hair had escaped from her ponytail and she had a smudge of eyeliner under her left eye.

Ugh. This was not how she wanted to show up to dinner. Eyeing the light and the number of cars in front of her, she shook out her hair, retying it into something slightly neater before rubbing at the smudge under her eye. That looked better, right? She continued to stare at her reflection. What was missing? Lipstick? She thought she had one that wasn’t too old in her bag. After one more glance at the light, she rooted through her tote until she found a neutral coral color that wouldn’t look too out of place on her face. She was just about to apply it to her lips when the car behind her laid on their horn.

“OK, sorry. I’m going!” she cried out to no one in particular. Lipstick would have to wait. But as she made the final turns of her journey and pulled into the parking lot, she couldn’t help but wonder why she felt the need to get dressed up for Harry. This was essentially a business meeting. She gave one final glance at the lipstick that was now on her passenger seat and decided to forgo it. Source meeting, business dinner, not a date. She locked her car and made her way inside. Harry had texted her that he was already there at a table in the back, a message she relayed to the host at the lobby of the restaurant.

“Party name?” he asked.

“Ugh…” She stumbled over her words. “Harry Styles,” she whispered, unsure if she was breaking some unspoken rule by saying his full name aloud.

The host smiled knowingly. “Right through here. You’ll see him seated towards the back. Have a nice evening.”

“Thanks, you too!” Penny said, walking through the curtain that separated the dining room from the lobby.

Her eyes swept over the room, adjusting to the dim lighting as she looked for Harry, finding him on a second glance. He lifted his hand and waved gently, a soft smile on his face. She strode briskly to the table, and he stood as she approached.

“Hey,” he said when she was within earshot. “You look nice.”

Penny looked down at her worn jeans, t-shirt, and blazer. “Thanks?”

“Shit, that was weird,” Harry said with a laugh.

“No. Hey, I’ll take it. You look…nice…too.” It wasn’t a lie. Harry would look fantastic wearing anything in any situation, but there was something about him that was different from the last time she’d seen him. He looked tired. Stressed. “How have you been?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“Good, good. Staying busy, lots going on,” Harry said, returning to his seat once Penny had sat down. “Been spending some long days in the studio which is…great, but also tiring.”

“I can imagine.”

“You?”

“Oh, pretty similar actually. Not that I’m in a studio, but just a lot of work stuff. They haven’t hired a new news writer yet so I’m kind of doing the work of two people right now, and then there’s a lot of late nights with concerts and stuff and oh my God I should stop talking.” She laughed nervously.

“No, you’re good,” Harry said with a chuckle. “See anyone cool lately.”

“I saw John Legend last week, and I’m seeing a jazz ensemble tomorrow.”

“Sick.”

“Yeah.”

An awkward pause fell over the table as Harry sipped his water and Penny fidgeted with the silverware in front of her. Mercifully, a waiter appeared to take their drink orders.

“I’ll do the Moscato,” Harry said after perusing the wine menu.

“Oh, that sounds good. I’ll have some as well,” Penny said, returning her own menu.

“Should I bring a bottle for the table?” the waiter asked.

“Uh, sure,” Harry said. “Is that OK?” He looked at Penny who just nodded. “The bottle would be great, thanks.”

The waiter disappeared and returned shortly, pouring their wine and taking their dinner orders, before leaving them alone. Silence once again filled the space between them.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Penny asked at the same time Harry asked if she had listened to the song he’d sent her. They both laughed.

“I just thought we could catch up. Make good on that promise of ‘next time,’” he said, swirling the wine in his glass.

“Oh yeah,” Penny took a sip of her own wine. “You said you’d been getting lots of studio time in. I assume the new project is coming along nicely.”

“It’s certainly coming along. I’m not sure about nicely.”

“Why not?”

Harry let out a long breath. “Things aren’t going as easily as I hoped. I feel like everything I’ve written in the past couple of weeks has been shit.”

“Well, I’m sure that’s a lie.”

“I don’t know. If you heard what I finished before I came here you might think differently.”

“You write with others, right?” Penny asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, Tom, Tyler, Mitch. That’s the usual crew.”

“Good group. I’m not super familiar with Mitch’s work, but I’m sure he’s top tier if you’re working with him.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment for me or Mitch, but I’ll accept it regardless.”

Penny thought about shooting back a “Why would I compliment you?” but seeing how drained Harry looked, she refrained. “Is there something in particular that’s holding you up?”

“Well, I did some writing while I was touring, and then did a lot of writing earlier this year when I was in Japan. But I still don’t feel like the album’s done. It’s like the secret ingredient is missing or something. But sometimes I feel like I’m the only person that feels that way and that everyone else just wants to wrap it up to get it out there.”

“You have to listen to your gut then,” Penny said without hesitation.

“Easier said than done.”

“No, seriously if you think something is missing, I think you have to hone in on that feeling. Really listen to what your heart and your gut are telling you. Only you know what your album needs to be. Collaboration is great and it clearly works when you have the right group of people together, but when you start letting everyone’s voice in the room, that’s when things start to feel inauthentic. And there’s nothing worse than listening to an album where you know it’s not what the artist fully believes.”

“You can tell?” Harry said, somewhat surprised.

“Well, it’s not like I know everyone personally,” Penny began. “But it’s just a feeling you get when you’ve listened to a lot of stuff. Artists have their signature, and it’s always there even when they start experimenting. Like let’s use Rihanna as an example. If she suddenly started writing about the good life on the farm and drinking beer on the porch with her dog, it would just feel weird, like a label pushing her to replicate the hot new country song. But good artists don’t need to follow the trends, they set them.”

Harry nodded, which Penny took as a sign to continue. “Like for example, your first album.” She took a breath knowing she was potentially treading on thin ice. “It really set the standard for your sound as a solo artist. It’s an album that is clearly very modern, but very heavily influenced by 60s and 70s rock. So, people know to expect that from you. You’re the guy that makes vintage modern and cool. But, perhaps that album was a little too cookie cutter, which I think you know. So this time around, maybe you needed to take a couple of risks, make an album that shows the world who Harry really is. Each album is an opportunity to change the trajectory of your career and I think you should act on it.” Harry stared at her, speechless. “Sorry, if I overstepped,” she said.

“No no, you didn’t,” he said. “Fuck that was exactly what I needed to hear.” He ran his hands over his face. “It’s just that even when I try to insulate myself from the noise, it leaks through. Comments about sales and singles and streaming and charting and all of this stuff that will really determine if I get to keep doing this. And it just makes me get so caught up in my head…” he trailed off.

“I do the same thing sometimes,” Penny replied. “I just get so focused on if this article will get more clicks than the last one, or if it will get good traction on social and help me ‘build my brand.’ I just forget why I do this job.”

Harry nodded. “It can be easy to lose that reason why.”

Their waiter used the break in the conversation to deliver their food, and Penny tucked into her chicken parm, savoring the dish that was a massive step up from her usual combo of a pre-packaged salad and Easy Mac.

“About those songs, you sent me,” Penny began.

“Oh! Did you like them?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

“Surprisingly?”

“Yeah, I'm admittedly not the biggest country fan,” Penny said. “And to be honest, I’m pretty surprised you're into that kind of music.”

“Oh, I love it,” Harry said, leaning closer and speaking faster. “Country artists are hands down the best at telling a story in a song. I’d like to be able to do that one day. You know, write about an experience that isn’t mine? Or at least tell a story of my own.”

“You’re well on your way to doing that.”

Harry flushed but ignored the remark. “I, uh, liked the playlist you sent me. I’ve been listening to it in the mornings.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Like I’ve heard almost all of the songs before, but not in that way. They tell a different story when you listen to them back-to-back like that.”

“Oh, well thanks. I’ve always prided myself on making good playlists.”

“If you have another, send it my way,” Harry said, taking a bite of his pasta. “I’d love to hear more of what you’ve put together.”

“Well, I’ll have to send you my ‘Bad Bitch’ playlist that I listen to ahead of meetings with my editor.”

“Please.”

She had meant it as a joke, but Harry clearly didn’t take it that way. “Oh yeah, I’ll send it now.” She picked up her phone and sent him the link. “Enjoy. I hope you’re able to find your inner bad bitch.”

“I’ll keep you updated on my progress.”

When the waiter dropped the check on the table, Harry swiftly collected it, placing his card in the leather holder, ignoring Penny’s protests.

“I’m the one who invited you,” he said. “It’s only fair that I pay.”

Penny chewed on her lip. It was basic ethics that journalists didn’t accept gifts from sources. You always paid and kept your fingers crossed that your publication would reimburse you. “I can’t let you.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” What was she supposed to say? I accepted your invite because I wanted to hear about your album? I want to use you for my own personal gains? “Because it’s 2019 and women can pay for themselves.”

“Tell you what, you pay for me next time?”

“You and these next times,” Penny said with a laugh. “Always asking for more.”

“I just thought you were having fun and I was –”

“Harry, I’m kidding. It would be great to see you again. You’re actually pleasant to be around when you’re not acting like an asshole.”

“Two compliments in one night? I should buy you dinner more often!”

“I think that will be the next next time.”

Harry laughed and Penny noticed how when he found something funny, really truly funny, the skin around his eyes crinkled as his dimples deepened. She felt a rush of pride knowing she brought that out in him.

Harry’s phone chirped and the dimples and crinkles disappeared as he looked down at the incoming message. “I guess I should be going. Duty calls.”

“Heading back to the studio?”

“Yeah…” The lightness had disappeared from him.

“I know it’s easy for me, the person that will be critiquing your album, to say, but just write what you feel, Harry. You can’t go wrong with that.”

“I’ll try my best,” he said. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

Penny rose from the table and Harry followed her to the exit. “Have a great rest of your night,” she said, unlocking her car.

“Yeah, you too,” Harry said, swaying on his feet. “I’ll uh, see you later?”

“Definitely! I think I’m free on Wednesday. I’ll text you.”

Harry smiled, and Penny felt warm inside, and marveled at how he could make her feel so good with just one gesture. “I’m looking forward to that,” he said. “Drive safe.”

As she drove home, Penny listened to the songs Harry had sent her over the week, really paying attention to the lyrics and the stories Harry had been talking about. He was right. They were some of the best she’d heard.

It wasn’t until Penny pulled into her parking spot in front of her building that she realized she didn’t get answers to any of her questions.

***

Harry took the quickest route to the studio from the restaurant, opening the voice notes app on his phone when he was stopped at a red light. He spoke quickly, tripping over his words, wanting to make sure he captured everything he was feeling in the moment. When he reached the studio, he rushed in, nearly bumping into Tyler as he turned the corner.

“Wasn’t expecting you to come back tonight, H,” Tyler said.

“I wasn’t either but inspiration struck and…”

“No, I get it,” Tyler said. “Want to get to work?”

“Let’s do it.”

***

The next morning, Penny awoke to a message from Harry.

I think I’ve finally found my inner bad bitch. Thanks for all the help.

***

Over the next couple of weeks, Penny and Harry fell into a rhythm. He’d text her, usually at night when she was getting home from a gig, and they’d message back and forth until one of them fell asleep. They met up for impromptu drinks a few times and got coffee a couple of others. Their outings were usually initiated by Harry, and Penny was more than happy to go along with his suggestions. She kept reminding herself that this was just for work, but she couldn’t deny how much she was enjoying their time together.

Penny had just left Darren’s office one Wednesday afternoon, clenching her hands so hard, she was sure her nails had drawn blood. He’d killed another one of her features, even after suggesting she write it, and everything felt pointless. She was back at her desk deciding what her next move would be – get coffee or cry in the bathroom – when her phone rang. Seeing Harry’s name on the caller ID, she answered almost immediately.

“Hey,” Harry said, his voice tinged with surprise.

“Hey.” Penny could hear the waver in her own voice.

“Is now a bad time?” Harry asked.

“No.”

“You sound…upset,” Harry said cautiously.

“Just a typical day here.”

“Would you have time to take a break? Maybe get a coffee? I’m at Full Stop today.”

Penny looked at her watch. She had time to spare and the way things had been going lately, Harry might be the perfect way to improve her mood. “Sure. I can meet you at Blue Bottle in like 10 minutes.”

“See you there.”

Penny ended the call and grabbed her wallet. “I’ll be back later,” she said to Chloe. Blue Bottle was just a quick walk from her office and she stood outside the coffee shop, rocking back and forth on her heels until she saw Harry approach.

“Hey,” he said, his eyes searching her for obvious signs of distress. “I’m glad you were able to sneak away.”

“Yeah, I needed the break.” Penny gestured to the register inside. “Want to order now?”

Harry nodded and followed Penny inside, ordering an iced Americano after she’d asked for a vanilla latte.

“This was supposed to be my treat,” Harry said as Penny inserted her card into the machine to pay. “I invited you.”

“Next time’s on you,” Penny said with a tight grin, moving off to the side to wait for their drinks, handing Harry a straw.

“So…” Harry said, picking the paper straw wrapper. “Are we going to talk about whatever’s happening here?”

“What? Nothing’s going on.”

“It’s just, you sounded upset on the phone,” Harry said. “And now you just look kind of sad. Stressed.”

“Gee thanks.”

“I didn’t mean that as a bad thing. I was just worried that something was going on.”

Penny looked up to meet Harry’s eyes. It was truly touching how concerned he was, but it also felt monumental. Like whatever she said in response would change the course of whatever was happening between them. “Thanks,” she said after a moment. “It’s just been a rough day at work after a string of rough days.”

“Want to talk about them?”

Penny sighed. “It’s my editor.”

Harry nodded. “I remember you talking about him. He’s the one that keeps shitting on your ideas.”

Penny whipped around to look at him again. “You remember?”

“Yeah, because I thought he sounded like a dick from what you told me.”

“Well, I can confirm that he is. And what he’s been doing recently is instead of letting me pitch stories, he’s assigning me his own pitches, and then even after I follow every single one of his stupid-ass rules, he still kills the story. Now, some of my sources are starting to get cagey since they don’t love sitting down for a call for an article that never materializes and I just feel like a terrible writer and it’s just hard. I feel like I’m stuck and that I’ll never get out.” She looked at Harry “Well, that’s what’s new with me. How about you?�� She laughed nervously, aware she’d just spilled her guts to the man who was her mortal enemy mere weeks ago.

“I’m really sorry you’re having to deal with this,” Harry said.

“I know it’s something everyone in a creative field goes through since art is so subjective but it’s just really tough when it feels like you’re the only one experiencing it.”

“Could I read it?”

“What?”

“Your story. The one Darren just killed,” Harry prompted.

“I don’t think you’d be interested. It’s really boring about music licensing and copyright law.”

“I don’t know. I’m a musician. I have songs. Feels pretty applicable.”

Penny sighed. “I’m just -”

“Trying to come up with another excuse?”

“Fine.” Penny unlocked her phone and opened the Google Docs app, navigating to the doc with the story she’d filed earlier that day. “Here,” she said, handing Harry her phone and walking away.

“Woah, where are you going?”

“I’m not going to stand here and watch you read my article. That’s just a form of cruel and unusual punishment. I’m going to wait over there.”

“No you’re not.” Harry grabbed Penny’s hand and pulled her back to his side, not letting go of her hand, even when she was standing next to him.

Penny froze. Harry didn’t appear to register what he was doing as he bowed his head and started to read the screen on the phone he held in his other hand. She stood there, next to him, watching as he read her work. The crinkle that emerged between his eyebrows as he focused, the way his mouth moved as he scanned the page, the way he nodded when he came across certain phrases.

“Latte and Americano for Penny,” the barista called.

Penny cleared her throat. “I should get those,” she said softly.

Harry looked down at the hands. “Oh, right, sorry. Didn’t mean to hold on like that.”

Penny fetched their drinks and when she returned, Harry had migrated to a small table in the corner where he finished reading the article. She didn’t want to fish for compliments, but was curious about what he thought. “Sooo,” she said, handing him the cup.

“I don’t know who your editor is but he’s an idiot for not publishing this. I heard a couple of people at Columbia discussing this last week. People would want to read this.”

“Maybe I should bring you back to the office to see if Darren will listen to you.”

“I am free for a couple more hours.”

Penny grinned. “Thanks. For…everything.”

“No, thanks needed, You’re a fantastic writer, Penny.”

“I wish Darren believed that. Hell, I wish I believed that.”

“Artists are always the most critical of themselves,” Harry said thoughtfully.

“Do you know that from personal experience?”

Harry let out a long sigh and nodded. “It has been a week.”

“Making any progress?” Penny asked, trying to sound casual.

“Kind of. But the label is asking for something that’s more radio friendly and I just don’t want to give it to them. Probably because I don’t know how to give it to them,” he added under his breath.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You’ve got a good team. You’re…smart.”

Harry laughed. “You don’t sound so sure about that.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Penny said. “You just have like good music sense. It’s something that can’t be taught.” Harry stared at her blankly. “What? Did I say something wrong?” she asked.

“No.” He shook his head. “I’m just trying to remember when you started being so nice to me.”

“Shut up! You’re so stupid,” Penny said, flicking her straw wrapper at him.

“Shut up!” Harry shot back, mocking her tone as flicked the paper back towards her.

The two giggled, shooting the paper back and forth until Harry put a little too much muscle into it, causing the paper to land on the back of the woman behind Penny.

“So athletics aren’t your strong suit?” she teased.

“I don’t know about that.”

“Penny?”

Penny turned around and came face to face with Darren. Was no place safe? “H-h-hi,” she spluttered. “I was just taking a break. I’ll be back at the office soon.”

“Oh no worries,” Darren said smoothly. “I can tell you’re busy.” He eyed Harry. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, pleasure,” Harry said, extending his hand for a handshake that Darren reciprocated. “I’m Harry.”

Darren nodded, not bothering to reciprocate the introduction. “Well, I’ll see you at the office, Penny.”

“Mhmm, talk soon.” Penny waited until she was sure Darren had left the coffee shop before turning back to Harry. “Fuck, I didn’t think he’d come here. He usually hates anything that brings people joy.”

“Was that weird? That was weird,” Harry said.

“It was.” Penny hadn’t been able to interpret what Darren had been thinking when he walked over there, but she didn’t think she’d be able to pretend like it hadn’t happened when she eventually made her way back to the newsroom.

“I think you could take him though,” Harry said.

“Excuse me?”

“I think you could beat him in a fight. Especially if it was a war of words.”

“Well, we’ve had a couple of those and they typically end with me hiding somewhere to cry.” Harry didn’t say anything and just stared at Penny with an indiscernible expression on his face. “But you didn’t need to know that…” she trailed off.

“You’re good at your job, Penny. Don’t let anyone try to convince you you’re not.”

“Thanks? Not sure if I believe that coming from the guy who bullied me over my writing a couple of weeks ago, but I’ll keep that in my back pocket.” Harry shook his head. “What?” Penny pressed.

“I’m always going to feel terrible about the way I treated you,” Harry said. “It had nothing to do with you, though. It was all about me.”

“Oh?”

“What bothered me was that everything you said was true. In that review you were just pointing out things that were painfully obvious. I just had my head so far up my own ass I couldn’t see. And when I read your words, I just felt so vulnerable. Like if you noticed how guarded and cheap that album was, how many other people did too? I put everything into that it. What if that’s the best I have to offer? What if I never do anything better than that? Do you know what it feels like to question your worth and purpose like that every fucking day?”

“Of course I do. My job is to share my opinions online only to get yelled at by trolls on Twitter who think my being a woman means I don’t have a brain. Or feelings. Each day when I walk into work I have to brace myself for whatever shit Darren is going to throw at me. I have to watch men who know fuck all get chances that I deserve and anytime I try to do anything about it, I’m the one who gets punished. It’s exhausting and stresses me out more than it should, but if I woke up tomorrow and couldn’t do that, I’d be lost. It’s sadistic, but I think you know exactly what I mean.”

Harry blinked slowly. “I do,” he said after a moment. “I don’t think anyone has ever described it like that before, but that’s exactly it.”

They finished their drinks while checking their phones and it wasn’t lost on Penny how even sitting in silence with Harry felt comfortable, like they were old friends. She could have sat with him like that forever, but eventually Harry sighed, signaling the end of their time together.

“I probably need to be getting back,” he said. His face looked drawn and Penny couldn’t tell what had changed.

“Yeah, I should get back too.”

“I’ll walk you over.”

Penny got up and pushed in her chair as Harry disposed of their cups and wrappers. He met her at the door and held it open, walking alongside her when they were out on the sidewalk.

“Are you going back to the studio?” Penny asked. “Or is this a business day?”

“The studio. Hopefully things will fall together soon.”

“Well, break a leg? Good luck? I’m not sure what recording studio protocol is.”

“Any of those will work.” Harry glanced over at her. “Um, I’m assuming you’re back to work.”

“Yeah, not really sure what I’m going to work on for the rest of the day, but I’ll find something.”

“Try not to think about Darren. I mean it.”

“Well you can’t think about the studio execs when you write.”

“Deal.” Harry stopped outside Penny’s office as she pulled her ID from her pocket. “I’ll see you later.” He put his hand on her shoulder and then paused, as if it was a step too far. “Text me or something?”

Penny reached up and covered his hand with hers. “Definitely. Maybe we could do dinner sometime this week if you’re in the area.”

“Yeah, I’ll be around.”

“Great.” Harry’s hand was still on her shoulder as she awkwardly shifted towards the door. “Have a great rest of your day,” Penny said softly.

“You too,” Harry mumbled, breathless as he watched her walk inside.

***

Penny hadn’t been at her desk for more than a minute when Darren strode out of his office straight for her desk. “Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath. She looked around, hoping that someone would be around to diffuse the conversation, but the newsroom was surprisingly empty.

“Penny,” Darren began, voice echoing in the empty room.

“Yes?”

“I didn’t realize you knew Harry Styles?”

“Um, that’s a recent connection. We have a mutual friend.”

“Very cool.” Darren sat on the edge of Chloe’s desk, clicking the pen in his hand. “Learn anything from him?” he asked, attempting to sound casual.

“Not really. Like I said, I only met him recently.”

“That’s a shame. Any scoop from him could be big. Keep an ear out.”

“Um, sure,” Penny said.

“Keep me in the loop on any developments.”

Penny would rather chew glass than keep Darren “in the loop” but she just nodded pleasantly, hoping her agreement would make him go away. “Will do,” she said.

“Great!” Darren hopped off of the desk and headed back to his office, nearly bumping into Chloe as she walked in, coffee and pastry in hand.

“What was that about?” Chloe asked. She wiped off the edge of her desk when she was sure Darren’s door was closed.

“So, Darren ran into me and Harry while we were getting coffee.”

“Ooh, tell me more.”

“He started pumping me for info on Harry–”

“No!” Chloe whined. “Not about Darren, about Harry. I didn’t know you all were meeting up.”

“It was an impromptu thing. He was in the area and I needed a breather.”

“And Darren saw you?”

“Yes, and I think he wants me to leverage my…knowledge…of Harry to get a scoop on something.” Penny chewed on her lip. “I feel conflicted.”

“Babe, that’s exactly what you’ve been planning this whole time! I told you it was a bad idea then and I still think it’s a bad idea. You really think any idea Darren has is a good one?” She said his name in a tone usually reserved for dog shit.

“I know, I know,” Penny moaned. “But I’m just kind of torn because getting anything on him would be great for me but it would ruin our -”

“Burgeoning love affair?” Chloe cut her off.

“No, our friendship or whatever the hell it is.”

“Pen, I think you know what the right move is here. So I’m not going to tell you. You’re better than this and you are smarter than this. Don’t be a Darren!”

Penny clicked the cap on and off of the pen as she thought about Chloe’s words. “There has to be a way I can do the best of both worlds. I mean, critics and journalists hang out with the subjects of their writing all of the time. I can make this work.”

“I will make sure not to tell you ‘told you so’ when this blows up in your face.”

“That’s why you’re my best friend.” They sat at their respective desks and worked until it was closing time. Penny said goodbye and headed to her car. As she stepped outside of the building, she impulsively turned left, taking the circuitous route that would take her in front of Full Stop’s office. As she approached the building, she squinted looking in the windows. She didn’t know what she was hoping to find but she felt an extreme sense of disappointment when she didn’t see Harry.

She finished her walk to the garage, climbing in her car and turning the radio on first thing. As she drove home, her mind wandered – to Darren, to her brother’s upcoming birthday (she still needed to find a card), to Chloe’s annual film festival – but her thoughts were mainly occupied by Harry. What was he doing at this moment? Was he still at the studio? Was he out with friends?

Her phone chimed as she pulled into her parking space. It was a text from Harry. A link to a song. She smiled as she put her headphones on to listen.

***

Are you busy?

Three little words and her heart started racing.

It had been a few days since her impromptu coffee with Harry, they’d talked even more than usual. Penny woke up to texts from Harry – songs, random musings, once, a funny YouTube video – and his messages were also what lulled her to sleep. She wasn’t sure what to call this new stage, but felt that friendship was a good start.

Penny counted to twenty before responding. Not really. What do you need?

She could see him typing in the message thread.

I’m working today and am a little stuck on something. I wanted to get your advice. A voice note followed the message. Take a listen and let me know what you think.

Penny’s phone burned hot in her hand with the knowledge of what that message contained. She rose from her desk, searched for her earbuds and rushed off to find a quiet spot in the office to listen to the note. In the dim hallway that led the kitchen, she pushed her earbuds in and turned up the volume before pressing play.

It was an unfinished demo, but despite the rough nature of the recording, she could tell this song was something special. It started off with a strong drum section before Harry’s vocals came in. His higher register, smoother than ever. She closed her eyes, Even with shitty discount earbuds she could feel the beat pulsing, throbbing, echoing within her. It was magic. When it finished playing, she hit play again, focusing on the lyrics this time through. Phrases about shining, stepping into the light, recurred throughout, and while it was beyond her to speculate the meaning of the lyrics, they felt deeply personal. The kind of personal that everyone could relate to. The hallmark of a good song.

She listened a third time for good measure before typing out her response. Initial reaction, I love it. On more listens, it feels like the bass and drums might be a little too much. There’s an intimacy to this song and you don’t want to lose that. Find a way to balance the two and you’ve got a hit.

Harry’s reply came quickly. You’re exactly right! Thanks!

Any time.

“Penny?”

She looked up from her phone to see Darren in front of her, mug in hand, clearly on his way to get some of the paltry excuse for coffee kept in the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

She searched her brain for a reason she’d be standing in a dark hallway with her headphones. “I was taking a call,” she finally said. “It was a little noisy in the main room and I just needed some quiet.”

“OK, well that’s what we have the call booths for. Keep that in mind.” Darren stared at her and Penny prayed he wouldn’t be able to sniff out the real reason she was there.

“I should go,” she said, dashing towards her desk.

“All good?” Chloe asked, taking in the panic on Penny’s phase.

“You-know-who almost caught me with a demo the other you-know-who sent me,” Penny said, voice low.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, it was a little too close for comfort.”

“Why?”

Penny turned around in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s think this through,” Chloe said. “Why are you so concerned about Darren finding out what you know?”

“Because it’s an ethics issue.”

“Why is it an ethics issue?”

“Because I know Harry. We’ve gotten drinks together.”

“OK, yes,” Chloe prompted. “But how is that any different from you getting drinks with Paul at a networking event and then quoting him in a piece? Or when you went to dinner with those investors that were funding that new streaming startup and then wrote a story?”

“It’s just different. My brother’s best friend didn’t introduce me to them.”

“But he did introduce you to Janice and you quoted her.”

“I-that’s not the same and you know it.”

“You want to know what I think?” Chloe asked.

“Not particularly.”

“I think that three weeks ago you thought this scheme was a great idea but then you actually spent time with Harry and now you care about him and you don’t want him to know you were using him and you also don’t want to risk your reputation.”

Penny scoffed. “You are so off base.”

“Am I? You haven’t looked me in the eye since you sat down and your hands are shaking. You’re lying and we both know it.”

“It’s not what you think,” Penny said. “I didn’t want Darren to know because if he gets ahold of the story he’ll probably kill it and I don’t want that to happen. I’m saving it for one of our editorial meetings so I can have Skylar there as backup.” She hoped the lie sounded more convincing than it felt.

“Sure,” Chloe said. “Do you want to get drinks after work tonight?” she asked, smartly changing the subject.

Penny nodded in agreement, but inside she was wondering why she was so scared to tell her best friend the truth.

***

Penny paced in her kitchen keeping an eye on her phone on the counter, willing it to light up with a new notification. It had been three days since Harry had shared his demo, forcing her to confront the emotions that had been brewing inside of her for the past few months.

She’d reached out a couple of times. First to ask how the rest of his studio session went, and then to share some more songs and music videos she liked. And when those went unanswered, she reached out again, asking if everything was OK only to be met with radio silence. She was fairly certain that nothing was wrong, but concern lurked in the back of her mind, and after a few more minutes of pacing, she grabbed her phone and keys and headed for her car.

She scrolled through her messages until she found Harry’s address which she programmed into her GPS. When she pulled up to the gate, she pressed the buzzer. Then hit it again. And again. And again. Finally, she heard Harry’s voice through the crackly speaker.

“Hello?” His voice sounded different than usual and she couldn’t be sure if it was because of the speaker or something else.

“Uh, it’s Penny. I hadn’t heard from you and was a little nervous since we were supposed to go to that show tonight?”

“Oh, fuck. Come on in.”

She heard a loud buzz and then the gates parted, allowing her to drive in. She glanced at the landscaping as she drove up the path. It was nice and well-maintained, definitely not by him, and she appreciated the views the property offered. She put the car in park in front of the garage. Harry was standing on the front stoop waiting for her.

“I’m so sorry,” he croaked, voice gravely even without the interference of the intercom. “I came down with this spring flu or something. I’ve been out of commission for a few days.”

“Don’t apologize. I was just worried.” Shit. That wasn’t what she meant to say. “Like just since we had these tickets. I wasn’t sure if you still wanted them or…”

“Yeah, of course. I honestly don’t think I’m up for a show tonight. I’m better, but still not 100%.”

“No, I get it.” Penny rocked back and forth on her feet. “Do you want some company?”

Harry paused. “What about the show?”

“One of my friends had been asking about the tickets. I can give them to her.” It felt wrong to go if Harry wasn’t there, not that she’d ever admit that to him.

“Uh, sure,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Come on in. It’s a little messy.”

Penny followed him inside, toeing off her shoes in the front hall. She padded behind Harry as he led her into a den. The large sectional was covered in pillows and blankets and he cleared a spot off on one side of the couch, making room for Penny.

“Make yourself at home,” Harry said, a sniffle punctuating his statement.

“Can I get you anything?” Penny asked.

“You're my guest. Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“But you’re sick.”

Harry shrugged. “There’s water, juice, beer, and wine in the kitchen. There might be some ginger ale left as well.”

“Ooh my favorite.”

“Help yourself. I’ll have one too.”

Penny grabbed a couple of cans from the fridge, trying not to gawk at the gourmet kitchen around her. “Ice?” she called over her shoulder.

“No thanks.”

She handed Harry one of the cans and they popped the tabs in synchronicity, grinning at their timing.

“Should we be drinking to your health?” Penny asked, before sipping from the can.

Harry grinned. “I can use any and all well wishes. This just knocked me out. I can’t remember the last time I was that sick.” He shuddered as if reliving a traumatic memory.

“It must have been pretty rough. I was worried about not hearing from you.” That was a normal thing to say, right? Penny was suddenly second guessing her words. “I mean just because we had the plans for the show,” she quickly explained.

“No, I apologize. I wasn’t really with it for a couple of days and was pretty useless. Thankfully I had some people looking out for me.”

At that moment, there was nothing Penny wanted to know more than who these people were. “That’s nice. I’m assuming Jeff stopped by?”

Harry nodded. “And Glenne. They brought me some soup and bread. Glenne is Jeff’s girlfriend,” he clarified.

“Oh.”

“And now you are stopping by. I’ve clearly got a village looking after me.”

“Um, yeah.” Penny didn’t know what was wrong with her. On the drive over, she’d been filled with thoughts of what she’d say when she saw Harry, but now that she was with him her mind was blank. “How does it work when you're sick? Like do you have to take a sick day?” What the fuck kind of question was that, she thought to herself. She took a sip of ginger ale.

“Uh, like not really. Sometimes I try to work through it but since we aren’t on a hard deadline I just tried to take it easy. Figured taking a few days off might also help me get in a better place creatively.” He stroked his chin. “Not sure that worked but I guess we’ll find out soon.”

Penny stared at Harry until she realized it was her turn to speak. “I do a similar thing when I have writer’s block.”

Harry looked at her questioningly. “Get sick?”

“No, like, try to take a break.” She took another sip of her drink. “This is weird. I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m just going to head out.” She rose from the couch.

“Why is it weird?” Harry asked, voice still strained from his illness. “We were going to the show tonight, why can’t we just hang out here instead? Watch a movie or something? Play a board game?”

Penny laughed. “A board game?”

“I happen to be a next level Scrabble player.”

“Is that so?”

Harry nodded. “And I can prove it to you if you’ll stay and play with me.”

Penny rubbed her thumb along her can, catching a drop of condensation. What did this mean – the two of them hanging out together without a concert or shop talk as a buffer. The two of them alone in Harry’s house altered the stakes in a significant way. The lines between source and friend and whatever else was lurking in the background were significantly blurred and she felt like she was playing with fire. “Sure,” she said. “Just let me send these tickets to Chloe so someone can make use of them.”

“Great! I’ll find the game.”

Just as Penny pressed the transfer button, Harry reappeared, a worn and well-loved Scrabble box in his hand. “Get comfortable, I’m serious,” he said, easing down onto the floor and setting the Scrabble board up on the coffee table.

Penny shrugged off her cardigan, laying it on the couch behind her before joining Harry on the floor. “How does this work?”

“You’ve never played?” he asked incredulously as Penny shook her head. “How is that even possible?”

“I don’t know,” Penny laughed. “I just never played. I’m honestly not a huge board game person.”

“I can’t believe I let you into my house,” Harry deadpanned. “Not a board game person! Madness!”

Penny rolled her eyes. “Just shut up and teach me how to play.”

Harry started explaining the rules as finished setting up the pieces and Penny tried not to giggle at his excitement and the way he tripped over his words as he laid everything out for her. It wasn’t a complicated game and Penny quickly caught on, relishing the few times she was able to land a double or triple word score, much to Harry’s chagrin.

“I thought you said you hadn’t played before!” he exclaimed.

“I haven’t!”

“How are you so good?”

“Harry, I write for a living and it’s a word game, not fucking brain surgery.”

“Beginner’s luck!”

“Or maybe I’m just better than you!”

They were in the middle of their second game before Penny realized that they hadn’t said a thing about their jobs. No mention of new albums or concerts or studio executives or editors. And the conversation managed to feel easy. It felt like she was with someone she’d known forever, and she loved how comforting that felt.

As they were finishing up the game, Penny could see that Harry’s energy was waning. His laughter didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore and he seemed a little dazed after a couple of coughing fits. “Would you want to switch to a movie or something?” she suggested gently.

“That would be nice,” he relented after a moment’s hesitation. “I’m going to make some tea before, though. Would you like some?”

“Sure, I can help.”

Harry looked like he was about to protest but after glancing at Penny, he abandoned whatever he was about to say, gesturing for her to lead the way. They stood side by side in the kitchen as the water boiled, and Penny tried not to shiver when Harry’s hand grazed hers as he handed her a teabag. Beverages in hand, they made their way back to the couch. Harry stretched out, fishing for the remote among the cushions and Penny plopped down across from him. Harry flicked through the various films available turning to Penny every so often to gauge her opinion before finally settling on a comedy they’d both seen before.

For the first half of the film, they made each other laugh, reciting the memorable lines along with the actors on screen, but after an hour or so, Penny heard an odd noise coming from where Harry was sprawled. His head was resting on the arm of the couch and he had his arms folded over his chest, as if he was trying to curl into himself. His chest rose and fell evenly as soft snores came from his lips. The moment felt too intimate and Penny felt as though she should avert her eyes. But try as she might, she couldn’t.

This was the Harry she’d gotten to know over the past few weeks, the one who was vulnerable and second guessed himself and who cared about things so deeply he let them consume him. The one who looked out for those around him and was surprised when people did the same for him. The Harry who wanted to be her friend.

In that moment, everything clicked for Penny and she felt like she was seeing clearly for the first time in weeks. She couldn’t betray Harry. She’d figure out another way to deal with Darren and find the career changing scoop, but she couldn’t risk losing Harry. If she was this concerned about not hearing from him for three days, what would happen if he was out of her life forever?

Penny wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do with her newfound clarity, but being in Harry’s presence in the wake of the revelation felt suffocating. She needed to get out of his house. Gingerly, she reached over to turn the television off before placing a blanket over his sleeping form. She grabbed her cardigan and shoved her feet in her shoes only to open the door and come face to face with Jeff.

“Heeeyyy,” he said cautiously. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi!” Penny said quickly, stepping out onto the porch and gently closing the door behind her. “How are you?”

“Fine. I-I don’t mean to be rude but I’m just confused as to what you’re doing here.” Jeff laughed lightly.

“So Harry and I were supposed to go to a concert tonight but I hadn’t heard from him in a couple of days and when I texted him about meeting up he didn’t respond and I was a little worried so I came over to check on him.” The words all came out in a weird, breathy, rushed whisper.

“Right,” Jeff said slowly. “Why are you whispering?”

“Because Harry’s asleep.” Penny’s eyes widened hearing her own words. “He fell asleep. After we played Scrabble. And watched a movie. I think he’s still on the mend.”

“You hung out with him?”

Penny nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t plan on staying but he invited me in and it seemed like he wanted company sooo…”

“Yeah, no that’s great,” Jeff said. “I’ve just been checking in on him on my way home each night and I know some others have too but I was just surprised to see you here.” He grinned. “Quite different from how things were a month ago.”

“Mhmm,” was all Penny could get out. “I should probably go.” She darted around Jeff and half walked half jogged down the path, fishing for her keys in her bag while she did so. When she managed to unlock the door, she gave Jeff a casual wave before driving off.

“They just need to fuck,” Jeff said to himself, shaking his head before heading inside.

Harry was jolted awake by the sound of the front door closing, and looked around the room confused as to where his companion had gone. “Penny?” he rasped.

“Nope, just me,” Jeff said, poking his head around the corner. “Don’t mean to disappoint you.”

“You’re the farthest thing from a disappointment, Jeffrey. Penny was just here earlier and I just assumed...”

“I know, I ran into her on the way out.”

Harry frowned as he ran his hand through his messy curls. “She left without saying goodbye.”

Jeff shrugged. “I guess. She said you were asleep and looked like she was in a rush. Maybe she had better things to do than watch the guy who refuses to admit he’s in love with her sleep for two hours.”

“I -”

“Don’t fight it, H. We all see it.”

“There’s nothing to see, Jeffrey.”

Jeff sat down on the edge of the coffee table looking Harry directly in the eye. “H, I’ve known you a long time and because of that, I’d like to think I know you better than most. Something’s been going on with you this year. You’ve been…off. You said Japan was going to reset you but it didn’t seem like it worked. I mean the way you treated Penny those first couple of times.” He exhaled. “That wasn’t you. But the past few weeks, it’s like a switch has been flipped. You’re writing again, you seem happy, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this happened after you’ve gotten to know Penny.”

Harry refused to meet Jeff’s eyes, keeping his gaze on the wall behind him. “I feel like Penny understands me in a way no one else does. It’s like I don’t even have to explain things to her. She just gets it, gets me. But that’s it.”

“Oh, is that all?”

“Yeah, we’re friends.”

Jeff pursed his lips. “So if she wanted to go to dinner and then…I don’t know…have sex after you’d say no? Since you all are ‘just friends.’” He made air quotes with his fingers as he said the last two words. “If she said you should call it a date instead of dinner, you wouldn’t want that?”

“Yeah.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that, H.”

Harry turned his head and looked Jeff dead in the eye. “Penny and I are just friends and I don’t want to sleep with her. Or date her.”

Jeff held his gaze. “You’ve always been a shit liar, H.”

***

Penny couldn’t sleep that night, her mind replaying her day with Harry again and again. She knew what she needed to do now, but that didn’t make things any easier.

She couldn’t move forward with the article…that was a given. But Harry…she didn’t know what to do about him. There was no way he could feel the same about her. He just couldn’t. And to put herself out there? Be that vulnerable with him? Now that was a recipe for disaster.

She closed her eyes and willed herself to fall asleep. But as she counted sheep, all she could think of was how much she wished Harry were lying next to her.

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sweetmariihs2 · 7 months ago

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Cedric Masterlist update - and the search for the STF magazines 💫🎂

I have like. A whole notes file full of links I've been collecting to add to the Cedric masterlist, and at the same time I've bought and scanned around what, 7 stf magazines? That I own.

That's a part of the notes file that I have, there are more links (some of the links are from some of you guy's blogs, it's an honor to have them in my masterlist)

I want to add these links to my masterlist BUT I need to add the links to the magazines first, since we can't know for sure how many links a Tumblr post can support

That's A LIE since my masterlist has more than 100 links counted and they all still work

So since I'm prioritizing the links to the magazines I'm still going to put on Google drive (and the (money to buy) and hours I spent scanning each one of them), I can't add the links that I have collected my notes app because I don't know what's the link limit

Since not all the magazines that I bought has Cedric in them, some of them logically would be cut out of the masterlist, which would make things really messy cuz the most organized option would be to have all of them in the same place

So I'm thinking about making them a separate post and add a link to it in the Cedric masterlist instead.

BUT I CAN'T DO THAT YET

All of the magazines in brazillian portuguese that I found to buy on Google... I... already bought them... (they were three) and they're already scanned and in my hands muahaha

So the best places to search for the rest are, obviously, on the internet, and SHOCKINGLY, in person.

Because I live in a small brazillian town, I go to magazine stands since I was a little girl. In my town there were some, and you could find those official and unofficial magazines quarterly made, themed around characters such as Monster High, Strawberry Shortcake, Disney Princesses and of course Sofia The First

In that small town that I live in, unfortunately all the magazine stands changed a lot and they don't sell that stuff like they did some time ago. Now many are just street vendors. There were like, three of them in my town? When I tell you it's small, IT'S BECAUSE IT IS

And because it is small, when we (me and people from my town) want to go to better hospitals, consult with doctors, even shopping with a major variety of shops, we go to the neighboring town that's a little bit bigger than ours

AND SURPRISINGLY THE MAGAZINE STANDS THERE ARE STILL ALIVE AND SELLING REAL MAGAZINES

I guess a huge reason behind it is the interest that people are having in buying japanese mangas, and I'm seeing a lot of manga there, and because that town has a little more movement than mine, people are constantly passing through and buying, keeping those sellers' shops and the culture of reading on paper still alive

Whenever I go there, it's because I need to see a doctor, dentist, or rent dresses for a party or wedding, I never go just "to go". I'm autistic so I don't usually leave my town without one of my parents, I'm a little scared actually (help, I can't get used to my age) but I'm thinking about taking courage and trying at least once to being able to shop, without having to follow my parents everywhere they go or hearing complaints about them wanting to go home already. Because when I go with my parents to do something specific there, we can never go to places that I want to visit, like stores for example, except when they are on the way to the place we're going to, and it needs to be fast or else they're gonna start to rush me

The last time I went there, for an eye exam, there was a magazine stand near the doctor I went and I managed to find two STF magazines in the short 10 minutes I was there, with my eyes dilated with eye drops, that is, without seeing almost anything. There are five magazine stands there (I just looked through google maps) that I've never visited, even the one I went to and I couldn't look for the magazines properly because of my parents rushing me and my blurred vision. I actually made a post about my visit there and the magazines that I bought.

Furthermore, a friend of mine visited some stationery stores there and brought me as a gift a card of STF stickers, which I use in my sketchbook, and told me that she went to 5 stores and all of them had STF stuff, including more cards of stickers. I got a card that had some Sofias and a Fauna sticker on it, my friend told me that there are other cards with Flora and Merryweather that complete the set, the same with Amber, but she only brought me one as a gift she knew I would like. I really want to look at these stationery stores too, and find her other sisters to add them to my sketchbook 🥺

But yeah, going back to the subject, I still belive I didn't found all the available STF magazines in my region yet. As shocking as it may be, it's easier for me to find them in person than on the Internet, I'm lucky enough that my region has things like this, magazine stands that sell some really old stuff simply because no one bought them in 2015, and they are still there waiting to be bought.

As soon as I go there and FINALLY look everywhere I can (I'm 100% sure I'll find more magazine issues), and finally scan them, to finally make a post listing them, then I'll be able to add the link to the blog in my Cedric masterlist.

But I can't because I have to wait for a day when one of my parents has to go there, OR MAYBE, have a conversation with them and prepare myself to leave the city alone for the first time, and it would have to be on a day when I don't have classes to go to, plus I want to call a friend so I won't have to go completely alone. WAIT THIS WEEK I HAVE IT, IT'S TOMORROW, SHOULD I?

I think it's very close and I won't be able to prepare properly, plus I would have to talk to my parents first and schedule everything with my friend. I don't think it will happen tomorrow. I think the best thing to do is wait for my parents to have something or work to do there, and take a few minutes out of their visit to go to some magazine stands and stationery stores. I can go alone but I never did this before HELP it's one hour away 😭

I'll ask if my mother if she would like to go there just to do some shopping and spend some time together, she sometimes likes to go and buy some things there, we'll see

Telling you all this may make this masterlist and magazine thing seem like a lot of work, but I actually love doing it, it's therapeutic

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Edit: I forgot to add something to this post so I made a part two.

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riveriafalll · 5 months ago

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WIP INTRODUCTION POST:

when stars collide (black holes form)

(formerly known as character meets death (goes wholesome?) )

WSC is a Harry Potter, Marauders era isekai fanfiction, starring an OC from our world, who dies and is reincarnated into the body of four year old Callidora Black, twin sister to Bellatrix Black. On the way, she briefly meets death, hence the original title.

It's important to note for continuity, that I've messed around a little with both the sibling order and the birth years for this fic - since I needed Calli to stay a little longer at Hogwarts, Andromeda is the oldest Black, Bella and Calli being two years younger than that, Narcissa another two years, Sirius another two years, and then Regulus one year after that.

Callidora has a list of things she needs to achieve, first being to make her new family somewhat stable, and to bring them close enough that nothing will separate them. She spends the first seven years in her new body doing just that, making sure that Sirius and Regulus are closer than anything, that Andy isn't the sole protector of her sisters, that Bellatrix feels like she's enough and doesn't need the glory of the Death Eaters.

The next seven years at Hogwarts bring many challenges and new friends - notably her best friend, Tommy Connolly (a canon character mentioned once who I stole), who is the human equivalent of a golden retriever in a flower crown, and who no one can understand why he is friends with the ice queen of Slytherin. (Look, Calli didn't *mean* to get that title, she was just so busy trying to fix everyone she meets and prevent the worst of the canon events, that she forgot to socialise outside of threatening people who hurt her family.)

In amidst smuggling schemes, illegal animagus transformations, money-making loopholes (who thought it was a good idea to make galleons solid gold?) and being dragged onto the Quidditch team by her precocious twin, Calli still manages to find the time to keep an eye on young Lily Evans, her sister Petunia and their best friend Severus Snape, her reckless cousin, as well as the future Skittles who really ought to have more adult supervision.

And Voldemort? Well, he really ought to have known better than to fuck with a Black. Especially one who's had to deal with over a decade of Lucius Malfoy. (He might not be a death eater this time round, but that little shit was marrying her sister, and torment was part of the sister in law contract)

I'll be putting up a character intro post soon, I'll link it here and in my masterlist when its done, in the meantime, if there's any questions you want to ask, my inbox and dm's are always open!

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ichijager13 · 2 years ago

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Teach me how to be loved

Chapter VII

Fuck yeah, give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

This fic is brought to you by Lana Del Rey’s songs

Masterlist, AO3, Playlists: Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

A/N: Heyllo, I would like to thank the sweet @bloompompom for helping with this chapter and for beta-reading. you are an angel ❤️

I also would like to thank you for reading and interacting with my story. I hope you are enjoying it so far.

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You were so invested in the kiss you didn’t hear the door click open. Not sure how but he somehow managed to insert the key and open the door without taking his lips off yours. Fortunately, he caught you before you fall.

The yelp that escaped from you earned a short laugh from him. “Stop laughing”. you frowned turning your face away from him.

“I’m sorry”. He stifled his laughter. “You’re beautiful”. He hummed cupping your face. The sudden compliment made you feel so vulnerable. At this point, you are willing to let him do anything to you.

He hopped you on his shoulder and headed straight to his bedroom. Before even your feet touched the ground, his lips were back on top of yours. His kisses have the power to make the room spin around you and your knees feel like marshmallows, just like how you remember them. Wanting more, needing more, you tilted your head and grabbed him by his shoulder, bringing him closer to you.

Still devouring your lips like a starved man, he let his hands slip under your dress. They were everywhere, following a map only he knew existed. Altering between light touches and urgently kneading and grabbing your flesh. Craving more, he undid the zipper of your dress and helped you step out of it. during all this time, your lips didn’t separate for longer than the time needed for catching your breath.

With more of you exposed to his greedy hands, he didn’t leave one spot unexplored. Big, calloused, and warm hands were felt on every inch of your skin. Following every dip, drawing every curve, and linking all your scars and moles. His hands were strong, yet the touch was delicate in a way you never imagined a human being was capable of and it made you feel lightheaded.

With trembling hands, you unclasped the first buttons of his shirt before you decided it would be better for both of you to just pull it off his head. you both paused, short and sharp breathing and dark eyes, taking your time admiring the other’s body. No matter how many times he had you like this, Eren always finds himself out of words whenever you are standing in front of him like this.

Slowly, you guided the tip of your fingers along his sculpted body. Going down, feeling the heat radiating from him and his muscles tense under your touch, you continued your journey down his torso until you reached his belt.

But before you managed to unbuckle it, he took both your hands in his and guided you to his bed. you let him lay you down before he climbed on top of you. The first peck landed on the tip of your nose, followed by some on the apple of your cheek. He then littered soft kisses along your jawline. He kissed each corner of your mouth before finally capturing your lips. this time he didn’t wait, he immediately shoved his tongue past your plump lips. the sensations caused by the way his tongue caressed yours made you press your legs together, slowly squirming. A groan left him when you slowly rocked your core back and forth against him shortly after he place his knee between your legs.

Pulling away, you tugged on his heavy lower lip with your teeth. You then guided your lips behind his ear going down to his neck and his shoulder leaving behind you a trail of wet kisses and soft bites. And finally went back to the nape; you remained there nibbling and sucking the thin skin, producing wet sounds that riled him.

Meanwhile, one of Eren’s hands was caressing your breasts.

You dipped your teeth further when he pinched your hardened bud.

His other hand held your hip still. You were so close to your demise which made you whine at the loss of the delicious friction. “Be patient”. He rasped before dipping between your legs. He hooked a finger to the waistband of your tights and pulled them down alongside your panties. Once he got rid of the last piece keeping him from feeling your slit, he scattered some open-mouthed kisses on your inner thigh before slipping two digits inside you. “Fuck”. He mumbled, making his way back to your lips. and that’s when he did it. that’s when he started fucking your mouth with his tongue. His wet muscle moved in perfect synchronization with his fingers driving you crazy and making you see the stars in the middle of his dimly lit bedroom. The sloppiness of his moves made you arc your back and produce filthy noises. The way you were reacting to his touch was making him aching for more. The sensation of your walls squishing his fingers made his mind go blank. And he knew it, he knew it was only a matter of time before he becomes more desperate than you are. And it happened, you made him lose control of himself. You made him drag his fingers out of you, unbuckle his belt, free his swollen shaft, and slam himself inside you without a warning. Knowing what led to this, you did it again. Only this time you sucked on his tongue slowly, you swiped your tongue leisurely around his and caressed it gently, just like you did with his dick the last time you had your lips wrapped around it.

Eren wasn’t very vocal, so, hearing him growling into your mouth like a wounded animal when you rolled your tongue around his, made the thin strings of sanity you had left break. You sucked one last time on his tongue before releasing it.

“Eren”. You breathed, “Yes, there”. you rolled your hips, trying to get more friction, to get him deeper.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked minutes later. “I’m, Fuck, I’m about to cum”. He howled bucking his hips harder against your center.

“Mmh, y-yes”. after a few more thrusts you felt his body tense and a warm liquid painting your walls. He continued pounding into you before falling next to you.

“Forgot to put on a condom, sorry”. He explained out of breath. “Now it’s your turn”. He followed, voice husky and filled with need as if he hasn’t just cum.

His hand made its way between your bodies. Without pulling himself from you, he started drawing slow circles on your clit. You gasped at the contact of your heated bud with his cold pad. “Sorry”. He murmured against your lips. He picked up the pace as the kiss deepened.

Feeling your climax approaching, you hocked a leg around his waist and started rocking your hips. The bliss that washed over you was like nothing you have experienced before, not even with Eren. You continued fucking yourself through your orgasm until you started feeling sore.

“Wait”. He grabbed your hipbone holding you still when you tried to pull away. “Just a little more”. He added setting the slowest tempo he found himself capable of. Your sensitive core was spasming around him, greedily sucking him in until he came for the second time inside you. He pressed a few kisses to your lips and cheeks before he dragged himself out, careful not to hurt you. “Are you alright?” He inquired.

“Yes”. you managed to replay.

“You won’t run away tomorrow morning, will you?” He asked once the fog clouded up his mind dissipated. One of his hands was messing with your hair.

“I won’t”. you replied nuzzling his neck.

“Do you pinky promise not to?” The serious tone he used dragged a corny laugh from you.

“What are you, a four-year-old kid?” You scoffed.

“Maybe”. He grabbed your jaw, making your eyes meet. “Don’t run away again”. He repeated before closing the gap between your lips. “Please”.

Your hand slowly caressed his cheek, how did you end up here, you asked yourself.

Before you could contemplate the question further, Eren’s lips working down your throat rendered your thoughts null. Defeated, you let your head fall back giving him more access. Your eyes fluttered shut, dissolving under his divine touch.

“I won’t… Ah… I promise, I won’t”. you babbled. “Eren”. You whined in protest when he interrupted what he was doing, staring at you, puzzled. “I promise I won’t run away”. You clarified taking place between his legs. He nodded watching you with hazy eyes, taking his half-erected sex in your hand. You stroked it for a couple of minutes before pressing your lips to the tip. Your hand still moving up and down lazily, you took him in your mouth. Just like earlier with his tongue, you suckled on him, taking in one inch after the other. The faint grunt that escaped from him, let you know you were doing things right. working with both your hands and mouth, you zero your eyes on him watching him grimace as you picked up the pace.

At one point, he reached his hand, caressing your cheek where his tip pocked and smiled fondly at you. the way you looked, lips stretched around him and both hands pleasuring him made him lose any sense of reality. He started moving his hips, meeting you halfway while one hand rested at the back of your head pulling you closer. You surrendered yourself to him and let him take the lead until that one abrupt buck. You felt him twitch inside your mouth before he coated your tongue with his seed. You swallowed whatever he had to offer you before you sat near him.

You studied the man lying next to you as he rode out his euphoria. Such a gorgeous man, you thought to yourself when his eyes locked gaze with you. they were burning with lust and desire, and you loved it. you loved the way he was staring up at you. you loved how he sat straight and brought you to his lap. You loved the feeling of his warm breath against your skin. And for a moment, for a split second, you wanted for this to last forever.

Feeling his lips crashing against yours, you chased away those thoughts and focused on his tongue’s movements. The kiss was feverish, messy and you never wanted it to end. You pressed your forehead against his and one hand on the back of his neck, kissing him back with the same passion. You trail your lips from his along his jaw, down his neck, and over the bump of his Adam’s apple. Dipping your teeth above his collarbone while straddling him. your grip on his neck tightened when you grabbed his shaft and lined it with your entrance.

Mouth ajar, Eren hissed, feeling himself sinking deeper than he has ever been inside you. Overwhelmed by the delicious feeling of having him this deep, you paused, trying to adjust to his presence. Moments later, you started idly moving your hips up and down.

Head falling back, eyes squeezed shut, Eren was in trans. The bites you were leaving across his shoulders, creating red spots on his tanned skin, and your nails raking down his shoulder blade, leaving scratches behind them made holding still impossible. One of his hands reached for your hipbone while the other grabbed your jaw. He brought your face closer to his as he set a new pace, guiding your hips and thrusting up. “Eren”, you moaned into his mouth, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He continued fucking up into you, feeling your walls grow tighter, announcing the approach of your climax. You were getting closer, so close, you protested when he pulled out of you out of nowhere, with a loud grunt. “Be patient”. He groaned laying you on your back before pounding back inside you. his hips rutted at a merciless rhythm, you found yourself digging your nails into his back to keep yourself from shattering and collapsing underneath him.

Your walls tightened around him when he cupped your pussy and commenced toying with your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fuck”. He growled feeling you tense and stutter like a broken record.

Like your bodies were synchronized, you came simultaneously. After a couple of frantic jolts, he pulled himself out of you and laid beside you.

Body still trembling, you glanced at the green-eyed man facing you. A lazy smile made its way across his face making something deep inside you click. He cupped your face gently, as if he didn’t hammer himself into you a moment ago, and kissed you. unlike earlier, he took his time to savor your lips.

“Shower?” his voice was still a bit husky making you ache for more of him. instead, you nodded slowly. He left the bed and disappeared inside the bathroom. You waited until your thoughts became clear enough to follow him without stumbling into anything.

You gasped when your eyes fell on his back. It was all red and he was bleeding in some spots. “I’m sorry”. You mumbled. Confused, he stared at you. “Your back”. You pointed, and he glanced at the mirror.

A light scoff left him, “It’s alright, don’t bother yourself”. He held his hand for you to join him under the shower.

You were drying your hair when he tossed you a t-shirt. You brushed your hair and put the shirt and your panties on before joining him in bed. He scooped you closer, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips. you then, rested your head on his shoulder laying next to him. He brushed the strands that fell on your face smiling. “You’re so beautiful it makes my heart skip a beat each time I look at you”. his words made, your already rosy cheeks from the events of the night and the hot shower you took, crimson. Lost for words, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, unable to fight back the ridiculous smile spreading across your lips.

His soft lips grazing your forehead was the last souvenir you registered from this night before you were down for the count.

Soon after, Eren followed.

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gerhardtz · 7 months ago

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I'm Josh (He/Him/His). I'm an artist & fanfiction writer from Cornwall. Currently hyperfixated on FX Fargo Season 2 & Doctor Who.

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Drop It, Doe Eyes - Chapter 2: April 24th, 1975 - 00:10 (6.3k words)

Rye wanted to scream, cuss him out, let him know just how easily he saw through it all – You’re a shit liar, ya know that?! – but he kept his mouth tightly shut. It wasn’t Jethro’s fault. He had to keep reminding himself that none of this was his fault.

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All of my Fargo fics in one place, with warnings and links to AO3. Characters listed on masterpost truncated for brevity. When I start writing for other fandoms, I'll make my masterlist a separate post.

Multi-Chapter:

One Hour Ahead of the Possee | 4/? | 9,375 words

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: Gen Characters: Rye Gerhardt, Mike Milligan, Floyd Gerhardt, Simone Gerhardt, Peggy Blumquist, Gale Kitchen.

Rye is injured and on the run. His conversation with Judge Mundt couldn't have gone any worse... and in his inebriated state, he decided to flee the scene on foot – leaving his car behind. It's not a question of *if* he's found out, but when.

Drop It, Doe Eyes | 1/? | 2,402 words

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Category: M/M Relationships: Rye Gerhardt/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Original Male Character(s), Rye Gerhardt

Jethro Sprang was always drawn to the Gerhardts, ever since he was saved from a bully by their youngest when he was ten. He didn't expect that, fourteen years later, he'd be saved by that boy yet again. This time, from the Gerhardts themselves, as he found himself in a dark alleyway, drenched in someone else's blood.

Lifespring | 1/? | 1,115 words - ON HIATUS

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/F Relationships: Peggy Blumquist/Constance Heck Characters: Peggy Blumquist, Constance Heck

Waiting in the ER after an accident on ice patch junction, Peggy strikes up conversation with a mysterious drifter, who seems to be dead set on changing her life... for better or for worse.

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Dead Boys | 3,167 words

Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Characters: Simone Gerhardt, Rye Gerhardt, Dodd Gerhardt, Floyd Gerhardt, Otto Gerhardt, Hanzee Dent

On the anniversary of Elron’s death, the Gerhardts hold a family dinner in his honour. It doesn’t quite go to plan, as conflicting opinions on war, the world, and who should be sat at that table, lead to a heated argument.

A Promise Made In Blood | 1,757 words

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: Gen Characters: Original Male Character(s), Ollie Stein, Virgil Bauer

In the harsh Winter of 1973, an important deal goes horribly wrong. Someone has to pay the price, but Dodd's way of delivering it rubs Blake the wrong way. It's no real promise at all, if it's made in blood, but he knew the Gerhardts would disagree.

Managing Up | 1,324 words

Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Relationships: Bear Gerhardt/Ricky G Characters: Ricky G, Bear Gerhardt

Fending off Kansas City comes first, emotions come later – that's Bear's plan. But all Ricky wants is for Bear to talk to him.

Head In A Bag | 1,330 words

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: Gen Characters: Mike Milligan, Hanzee Dent, Gale Kitchen

Hanzee pays Mike a visit at the Pearl Hotel and delivers an ominous message.

and all the ships at sea... | 715 words

Rating: General Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/M Relationships: Betsy Solverson/Lou Solverson Characters: Lou Solverson, Betsy Solverson (Mentioned), Molly Solverson, Karl Weathers, Sonny Greer

After years of fighting, Betsy eventually succumbs to cancer. Now, Lou is left to pick up the pieces and figure out where to go next.

To Places Man Can Never Dream | 1,175 words

Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Characters: Hanzee Dent, Rye Gerhardt (Mentioned)

Hanzee parked his car at 7:07. He drove off at 9:10. He’d been there twenty minutes at most.

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deepperplexity · 2 years ago

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Prompt: 14. Icy Roads

Pairing: Gruber x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Small village in the English countryside

A/N: I had so much fun writing with an OC for Snape so I thought I’d do another OC, with Hans this time 🥰 Now, I’ll say it right at the beginning here that this will be CONTINUED - tomorrow already actually since the prompts work well for what I have in mind 😂 This is just a meet-cute with instant attraction and I hope you’ll enjoy it, tomorrows prompt will probably be a lot “deeper” but today they meet for the first time and it’s adorable if a tiny bit sad, and there’s a bit of action too. I mean, it’s Hans so there’s gotta be something to set it all off 🙈

And there’s a German word in this fic - if you don’t know it please resist the urge to google it! I promise, it’ll be worth holding out until tomorrow for it as the OC has no idea what it means either and I have a plan for the word! 😂👏

Tags/TW’s: Meet-Cute, Instant Attraction, Near-Car Accident, Mentions Negative Family Relations, Questioning Self-Worth, Taught Negative Behaviour.

Word Count: 2.2k+

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I had bought all the gifts, the food, and the wrapping paper needed. The only thing left was the string I’d forgotten yesterday in the shopping chaos. “I thought I was doing good time-wise, why does every nitwit have to be out at the same bloody time as me?” I sighed, my breath turning to fog, and hurried along, heading for the little gift shop with nick-knacks and trinkets. It was the closest one, so even if it were a bit over-priced that’s where I was headed.

The wind was biting my cheeks, tugging on my long coat and scarf. I much rather would have been home, but of course, nobody else was willing to head out in the freezing cold. “I can’t be arsed,” I grumbled, imitating my sister’s words and pitchy voice from when I’d asked her to go instead of me since I was out nearly all day yesterday. Why she gotta be such a prat? And dad’s no better, always faffing around and bending backwards for his little princess… WHAT ABOUT ME?!

My feet thudded against the slippery sidewalk, frozen mounds of snow and previous slush separating me from the road with little to no traffic - a good thing given the blasted weather. I wiped at my eyes, my knitted gloves (that I’d made as a Christmas gift for myself last year since nobody could ever be bothered to get me anything) rubbing away the snow stuck in my lashes. “I can barely see where I’m putting my feet… This is bonkers,” I sighed and tugged the scarf a little tighter around my neck.

I made it to the little store, got the blasted string, and headed back out into the crazy weather that had somehow managed to pick up its pace in terms of both wind and snowfall. “Bloody brilliant, just wonderful. I’ll be soaked and frozen before I get home.”

With the new snow landing atop the frozen roads, they soon turned slippery, treacherous even. I walked with more care, making an effort to not land on my arse because of some damn string for some stupid gifts.

But, no matter how careful one is, you can’t make up for the way others behave. So, when I wipe my eyes for the millionth time I missed the man walking towards me in a hurry and all it took was a bumping of my shoulder and I was off balance.

“Hey! Watch—” My sentence got cut off as I stumbled against the snow mound. Tripping over it, wobbling about like some deer on ice I stumble out on the road, just barely remaining upright. With my arms out like some bloody scarecrow, I managed to catch my breath and find my balance anew.

I glare after the man whose back disappears into the snowy weather just a few feet away. “Brilliant, what a charming bloke,” I grumbled as I tried to make my way off the slippery road affording my boots no grip whatsoever.

“Are you alright?” a man asked over the wind, his accent quite strange. “What?” “Are you alright?” he asked anew as I peered towards the sidewalk, not really able to make out any of his features but a beard and broad shoulders through the swirling snow. “Fine, people can be so bloody charming!” I called back with a tad too much annoyance in my voice. “And I thought Christmas was the time of kindness and care,” I continued with a huff and the man laughed with a chuckle. The wind distorted it but it sounded quite deep and beautiful.

I took a step forward, gliding half a step further on the ice. This is ridiculous! “Watch out!” the man suddenly shouted and I had just enough time to turn my head to see the oncoming headlights lighting up the falling snow being tossed about by the wind.

My feet found no traction. I tried to get out of the way but I was walking in the same spot as dread filled my stomach. I’m gonna die because of string! “MOVE!” the man screamed as the car began to honk, the driver slamming on the brakes, making the car skid and slide on the road. I closed my eyes on instinct and lost my breath at the impact, throwing me backwards, making me slide along the road until my head hit the snow mound on the other side.

It hurt way less than I would have thought to be hit by a car, I felt almost fine. Perhaps my spine is broken and I can’t feel a thing?

“Are you alright?” That accented voice asked but it was far closer this time. “Miss? Are you hurt?” the man continued and I blinked my eyes open only to see a man’s face hovering right above mine. “Huh?” “Are you hurt?” he asked with more force and the depth of his voice seemed to send a chill down my spine. The icy blue eyes and thick beard, the rather large but somehow regal nose appeared perfectly suited to his face. I didn’t get hit by the car?

“I’m-, I’m fine. Did you-, did you knock me out of the way? Are you daft?! You could have been hit!” “You would have been, if I hadn’t done that, schnuki,” the man said, the last word spoken in thick German — which explained the accent but not my body warming each time he spoke. Or the way he seemed to actually see me, not just watch me but his eyes… they saw me. “Now, let’s get you up,” he continued and somehow managed to rise up and off me quite elegantly; his long black coat dusted with snow.

He reached out his leather glove covered hand and after a moment of me ogling the man without realising what I was doing I grabbed it and he pulled me up. “Ahh-, bloody hell,” I hissed as my back protested for a bit and snow slid inside my coat, chilling my skin and making me shiver. “Hurt?” “No, no, just-, snow, in my coat,” I said and shivered before brushing off my arms from the white stuff.

I shrugged my entire body to shake myself loose while ha brushed off the arms of his own coat. “Oh, here, let me help.” I reached up and began brushing off the shoulders of his coat and down the front before I noticed what the bloody hell I was doing. My cheeks began to burn as I halted my motion, almost not daring to look up at him, towering a head above me. “I-, umh, I-, sorry,” I stammered out but he merely looked at me.

“We should get off the road. Wouldn’t want another car to come, schnuki,” he said after a moment. I blinked away the snow from my lashes and nodded, unable to get my usually blabbering mouth to function apparently. He was just so different. I couldn’t help but ogle the man a few seconds too long before turning and clumsily climbing over the snow mound on the opposite side of the road to where I had been.

When I looked over my shoulder he simply walked up and over it, as if it were no hindrance to him or the polished Oxford boots he wore. He dressed splendidly, each piece of clothing exuding wealth and quality — unlike my tattered favourite coat and the homemade scarf and mittens I wore. Well, he’s older too so he’s probably had time to get to where he is. I’ll get myself some fancy coat and good shoes eventually too, hopefully, if things work out. Not that I’ll ever leave this godforsaken village. Dad would starve or not have any clean clothes to wear — I don’t even know which he’d hate more. The house would collapse and who would sis blame everything wrong with her life on if I wasn’t there?

“Thoughtful?” the man asked and I shook my head, realising I’d been damn near staring at him while my mind ran rampant. “You appear to think of something, less happy? No?” he asked and I couldn’t help but adore the accent, the way he spoke so differently but with some form of quality, nobody around my little home town spoke like that. Nonetheless, it didn’t help my burning cheeks that he’d caught onto my gloom.

“So, eh, thanks for pushing me-, umh, saving me,” I managed to say in some kind of nearly coherent manner. What is wrong with me? He’s just a man, a pleasant and handsome and cultivated and obviously wealthy one, but still. Ugh, why can’t I talk with him like with any other of the nitwits around here? They don’t call me Blabber Missy for no reason. And look, my mind obviously works just fine, blabbering on. “A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be out in this weather, alone no less.” “Well, dad couldn’t be bothered with string for the gifts and sis just couldn’t be bothered at all. So, yeah, and it was my fault anyway, I was out yesterday but forgot the string. I got everything else, but they didn’t have my favourite caramels left either. So, I guess, apart from the one thing I was gonna get for myself and the string I got everything.”

“Then again, I guess I could have-, oh, sorry, I’m blabbering,” I laughed nervously while avoiding his gaze, moving some snow with the toe of my shoe. But the man chuckled warmly, nearly playfully. “She speaks,” he said with a smile in his voice. “Well, yeah, I talk a lot, sorry, I know it’s annoying.” “Ah, don’t say that, schnuki. You have a sweet voice,” he said and my eyes flew up to his.

“Something the matter?” “Ah, umh, no, just-, just been a while since someone didn’t find me annoying,” I said with a shrug, not really wanting to show him just how long it had been since I hadn’t been shushed, had someone roll their eyes at me, or even been straight up told to ‘shut it, blabber missy’. “But it’s fine, I know I talk a lot, if there’s someone who-, ah, no, never mind. I’ll be going then.” “May I have your name at least? Or is that not something you exchange in England?” “Oh god, I’m sorry, excuse me,” I gasped out while reaching my hand out with haste. “Anna-Louisa Humphrey, but everyone just calls me Lulu.” “Why would anyone shorten such a pretty name to Lulu?” he asked, almost offended by my nickname it seemed. “I suppose they got tired of having to say the entirety of it so often when telling me to be quiet once every third minute when I was little. Lulu is faster to say, easier to say when you’re in a hurry too.” I shrugged, having given up on getting rid of the nickname a long time ago and now not really being bothered by it anymore.

The man took a slightly deeper breath, nearly sighing as he reached his hand out and grasped mine firmly but not too harshly. “Hans Gruber,” he said and the name made perfect sense for him. “It suits you, Mr Gruber.” “You may call me Hans, schnuki. If you so please,” he said with a slight smile framed by that thick beard of his. He was stupidly handsome when he smiled, and silly-handsome when he didn’t. I couldn’t decide which I liked more but my body seemed to go silly over both. At least I wasn’t cold anymore. “Hans, then,” I said and we shook hands. It felt a little strange to get tingly over it now that I knew he had tackled me out of the way and the slight ache in my ribs was from the impact of his body.

“I best be going, it’s getting quite late. Umh, but, thank you again and-, and I’m sorry for being a nuisance and all. I didn’t mean for you to have to get snow all over you to save me. I hope your coat won’t get stains from the road salt,” I rambled out in a rush, feeling like the biggest annoyance to the man ever even if he had not indicated that he felt like that in any way, but they all do. I am a nuisance, an annoying blabbermouth that nobody ever listens to anyway but— “Anna-Louisa,” he said with a slightly harsher voice, interrupting my thoughts, “why would my coat matter more than getting you out of the way of that car?” “It looks like an expensive coat, valuable.” “And you’re not?”

That made me chuckle nervously while getting my hair out of my face, the snowfall turning it wetter by the minute. But he arched a brow at me, as if he demanded me to answer his question. “I best be going,” I simply said as I began to back away, feeling the most horrible ache in my chest while he started to open his mouth, but I continued talking before he had a chance. “It’s late, and you’re getting soggy from the snow, but thank you again, and merry Christmas, Hans,” I said with as wide a smile as I could offer before abruptly turning and bolting away from him — zeroing in my focus on not slipping or falling on my arse while my boots slipped along the sidewalk covered with snow-dusted ice.

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Jacob & Coco Across the Universe (Post-Canon Collector AU): Episode Masterlist

I mentally imagine “Jacob & Coco Across the Universe” being told in the form of episodes of a show, which is why I will be formatting this story like it is made up of episodes. This is why I decided to make a masterpost outlining each episode in the AU and their basic premise (though more episodes will be added to said post over time). Each individual episode will also have its own separate post outlining it in its entirety. Once I post said episode, I will add a link to it in my full outline. I may post episodes out of order, which is why it’s best to just look at the masterpost listing each episode in order. This is that post.

Season 1:

Episode 1: A Loner and a Loser (working title)

This is basically the episode I outlined in the premise for the story. We are introduced to Coco and Jacob and their respective situations, they both end up on a planet together, and they decide to travel together. That’s pretty much it.

Can I Help?

Coco, who is trying to figure out how to be a better friend, offers to help Jacob out around the spaceship. Unfortunately, Jacob quickly realizes he doesn’t really like children, and as ancient as they are, Coco is still very much a child.

Planet of Vines

Just a little simple episode to help Coco and Jacob get to know each other better. The first planet the two land on is a planet of absolute thick tropical jungle mayhem.

Corona

The pair of travelers crash land in a kingdom known as Corona. There, they manage to get the assistant of a young engineer known as Varian. Whilst helping him fix the ship, Coco learns a few bits of advice on feelings of betrayal and how to not let them control you. Meanwhile, Jacob hears whispers of a werewolf living in Corona, and his monster hunting instincts kick in.

Gas Station

After learning that the crystal needs recharging, Jacob and Coco decide to stop at an intergalactic gas station, and shenanigans ensue.

Equestria

On a tourist map they found in the gas station, Coco spots an ad for a land called Equestria, where anyone can learn about the magical potential of friendship. The two decide to travel there so Coco can properly begin their quest to learn about things like friendship, and there, he meets an unexpected person, whilst Jacob has a small nervous breakdown in the background.

Checkers

Jacob and Coco decide to play a game of checkers, and things get a little intense.

Amphibia

Having heard whispers about the beautiful (yet chaotic) land of Amphibia, Coco suggests they go to one of the planet’s humble villages, and whilst there, they learn that Jacob isn’t the first human to have come to their little planet.

Where Are You From?

After leaving Amphibia, Coco becomes curious about Jacob’s origins. Sure, they know that their human companion is from Earth (a lovely round planet), but where on Earth is he from? What’s his deal? What’s his history? So Coco asks, and Jacob gives a very chaotic explanation of his life story.

Voltron

“Well. This is unexpected.” Jacob and Coco find themselves in the middle of a battle between the universe’s legendary defenders and an evil empire! Both of them get a little too excited.

Special

Jacob suspects there is more to Coco than meets the eye. Coco finally confesses their power levels.

Had an idea for this episode, then ended up taking the Voltron episode in a very different direction than initially intended, basically making this episode pointless. And some of the later episodes basically fill a similar role to this one. So I might cut “Special” completely.

Race Around the Moon

After landing on a planet where racing is everything, Jacob decides to compete in a local homemade-spaceship flying race for fame and glory. Unfortunately, the competition is not afraid to use unsavory methods to win.

It’s Dark

A small accident leaves Coco stranded in space, and he starts to panic. After rescuing the little celestial, Jacob learns a tiny bit about the kid’s history.

Spooky Stories

Fluff with a bit of angst. Jacob and Coco basically tell each other spooky stories in the dark.

Clones

Coco and Jacob meet a squad of clones whilst running from some Separatist soldiers, and they decide to help the group out.

Siblings

Meeting the clones makes Jacob and Coco each reflect on their own strained sibling relationships.

Game of Pretend

Coco wants to play pretend! Unfortunately, they are still learning about boundaries and respecting others, so things take a sudden turn for the worse when Coco temporarily turns Jacob into a puppet.

Spider Snake Speeder

The people who’ve been stalking Jacob and Coco finally decide to strike. This is how we meet Worm and Lacta.

Splendorious

With Coco’s quickly dwindling powers, Jacob is forced to take them to a magic-filled land known as Splendorious, where the celestial can hopefully recharge and recover their powers. But bad luck strikes again when a misunderstanding causes a group of magical warriors to go hunting after Coco. And worst of all, Jacob is helping them!

Creepy Kid

After the incident in Splendorious, Coco and Jacob talk as they recover.

Call and Response

The bounty hunters are catching up to the duo, and a confrontation begins.

Can You Hear Me?

Having lost contact with Coco in the middle of the battle, Jacob is forced to wait, and he reflects upon his current relationship with the kid.

Evasive Maneuvers!

Reunited, the traveling duo try to find a way to outrun their pursuers. Looks like it’s time for some evasive maneuvers.

Season 2:

Steven

After crash landing on a strange planet at the end of season 1, Coco and Jacob run into a young human(?) named Steven, who offers to take them to a place where they can recover and sort themselves out. As they travel with the mysterious stranger, Coco ends up looking further than they probably should, and discovers something about both Steven and themselves.

Beach City

Having arrived at Beach City and holding a small meeting with the Diamonds, Coco is slightly overwhelmed by all the attention they are receiving. After quickly excusing themselves and finding a quiet space to calm down, they find someone who is able to understand how they feel. Meanwhile, back in Beach City, Jacob meets his past self, and gains a bit of perspective.

Occulonimbus Edoequus

On their new ship, Jacob and Coco run into a strange species.

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So, that’s what I have so far! Hope ya’ll are interested! I’ll add more as I go along, as well as links to the different episode outlines as I post them.

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pocarinapyon · 3 years ago

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[Chili] A Good Experiment

Sweet and sensual: that was how Albedo made love to you. Lately, he wondered what if you were getting bored and wanted to spice up your sex life? Thus your ever-so-curious lover decided to conduct an experiment. He was to take down notes while watching you have intercourse with other men. He wanted to pick up techniques while learning more of your preferences. Pretend he wasn’t there. All consensual, of course. Regardless of his restricting pants, Albedo could – should – only keep his eyes on. Focus. After all, direct and clear observation are imperative to a good experiment.

Contents include [introduction], [session # n], and [after session].

Starring : Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya (Separate)

Warning : 🌶🌶 [Chilis] S*ggs; Voyeurism; Exhibitionism; Petnames (if it bothers you); Oral sex (Receivers: You, Kaeya); Fingering; Desire to impregnate; Creampie; Overstimulation; Kaeya urging you to masturbate; Masturbation; Dirty talk (?); Ass-smacking; Edging; Getting cockdrunk; Squirting; Anal; Childe being a menace (?); Kaeya and Childe being jerks; No s*ggs scene for Albedo; Diluc, Kaeya, and Childe being covetous; Surely Albedo is aware the three men wanted his woman but – idk; Moment of birth for Albedo’s yandere tendency; etc.

😅 Additionally, this was written with the lack of brain juice and just thirst so please bear with me.

Links : Masterlist

Target audience is female reader.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy.

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“Before we begin, my love, please drink this,” Albedo said while handing you a test tube filled with pink liquid.

“What is this, love?” you curiously asked. “Is this different from the potion you asked me to drink after each – uhm – session?”

“Yes. This potion ensures us you won’t get pregnant,” was your lover’s forward response. You nodded and drank the potion in one go. “This is a safety measure. I know you love it when I ejaculate inside so I assumed you would also ask your partners to do the same.” You grimaced and slapped Albedo’s arm – because it was true: you loved hot cum spurting in your womb. Albedo chuckled, “I will be back to fetch your first partner. Please relax and wait for a while.” Albedo patted your head before going outside to discuss with the lab rats. Although, in a sense you were also considered a lab rat.

You sat on the bed and contemplated. How did Albedo manage to make you agree again? And how did he convince those three men to join? Imagine: a Fatui Harbinger, the Favonius Cavalry Captain, and Mondstadt’s wine tycoon. How will they handle your body? Will they be the same as Albedo: sweet and gentle? Or will they –

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door creaked open to reveal Albedo and Diluc. The dashing gentleman as your first partner. You felt your face heat up and glanced somewhere else. Really, what was on Albedo’s mind, thinking of such lewd experiments?

The two men entered and as soon as Diluc saw you, froze while taking in your beauty. Oh, he can’t wait to finally have a taste of you! A delicious snack all for him – even for a brief opportunity. Meanwhile, Albedo closed the door and guided Diluc towards the center of the room.

“How are you feeling, my love?” Albedo confirmed.

“Nervous,” you admitted skittishly while playing with the hem of your skirt. “Uhm… Master Diluc, please go easy on me.”

Diluc’s eyes widened. Were you a virgin? But Albedo implied it wasn’t the case. Thousand thoughts ran through his head before he finally grunted in response. What exactly did that grunt mean? Even Diluc did not know.

“It will be alright, my love. Take your time,” Albedo stepped closer and kissed the top of your head.

“Yes, love. It’s just… I don’t know what to expect…”

“If it makes you feel better, rest assured I won’t hurt you,” Diluc protested quickly. “I’ll do my best to please you…and give Albedo decent data.”

You smiled a thank you at Diluc before taking in a deep breath.

“Uhm… I think I’m ready, love,” you mustered the courage to say.

“We can always stop if you feel distressed in any way. After all, our main priority is your pleasure,” Albedo cupped your cheeks and gave your lips a peck. An assurance. “Remember: our safe word is?”

“Coffee Jelly,” both you and Diluc answered.

Albedo hummed in approval. You placed your hands on top of Albedo’s to signal you were ready, cuing him to sit back and watch the show. Albedo got comfortable on the chair, placed his clipboard on his lap, and gave the go-signal.

“Shall we start?”

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Session #1 : Diluc Ragnvindr

“M – Master Diluc…!” you cried, voice breathy from pleasure. It was embarrassing to erotically call another man’s name but Albedo insisted it was alright.

You were sprawled on the bed, thighs clipped on Diluc’s shoulders as he assaulted your wet pussy with his tongue. He ran his soft muscle in your slit before circling your clitoris and suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves. You moaned, back arching from jolts of pleasure.

“Does it feel good?” Diluc asked in between greedy slurps from your honey pot. Crimson eyes peered at yours while plump lips puckered your pulsing clit.

“Y – yes – ahn…! M – Master Diluc, please, inside…! I want you inside, please!”

Diluc had been engaging you in foreplay and making sure you were prepared for him. He was afraid to hurt you but you couldn’t take it anymore. You already came once from having your clit played and now dying to have his cock inside. Your gummy walls sadly clenched at nothing. Instead of using his cock, Diluc plunged two digits inside your hole. You groaned, happy yet discontented to feel your hole stretch.

Diluc buried his fingers oh-so-deep, hitting your puffy clit with his palm. You bit your lip and suppressed your moan but Diluc did not like it. He finger-fucked you in a fast pace, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. You couldn’t help but whimper. Fluids sloshed out of you, making a wet mess on his hands and on your thighs. He slid another digit and continued his relentless speed, pounding you fast and hard. Clapping flesh, wet sloshes, and erotic cries echoed in the room. Your pussy was on fire. The more Diluc met his palm on your clit; the more he dipped his fingers in and out, the closer your next climax.

“Master Diluc! I – I’m cumming!” you screamed, hips elevated to get more of Diluc’s divine fingers.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded, intently gazing at you and etching your gorgeous messy image in his memory.

One scissor motion of his digits made you release, screaming from the glorious climax. You slumped on the bed and panted heavily as Diluc slowed his pace to a complete stop. He removed his digits inside you to let you come down from your high.

Diluc’s hungry crimson eyes watched your vulnerable form. You looked so delicious: chest rising up and down; thighs shivering; pussy dripping. But your hazy gaze wandered somewhere else – roaming around to search for your boyfriend. Diluc clicked his tongue. He gently caressed your cheeks then steered your face towards his.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

The sight of your glossy eyes and trembling lips pleading for cock could make Diluc cum. But why would he when Albedo said you loved feeling warm cum spurting inside you? Thus he made it his mission to fill you up with his seeds.

And possibly impregnate you so you can be his.

Diluc flushed your knees on your shoulders, giving him a prettier view and an easier access to your pink pussy. He kissed his cock on your hole before finally penetrating you, making you hiss at the delicious stretch. Diluc was well-endowed. He plunged deeper until the tip of his cock punched the entrance of your cervix, forming a bulge in your stomach.

Grunt. The tightness of your cute cunt almost made Diluc cum. It took all of his will-power to control himself and cute little you did not make it easier for him.

“Master Diluc, please spill all your seeds deep inside me,” you whispered on Diluc’s ears.

Diluc smirked. You asked nicely thus he shall give generously. He started to pound you in slow and shallow thrusts, pleasantly stretching your pussy as he molded your gummy walls to accommodate him.

Diluc watched your jiggling tits, savoured your tight cunt, and hearkened your angelic pleading voice. Soon he got lost in pleasure. He hastened his pace and began to fuck your pussy senseless. Creamy white ring formed around his shaft as he ripped your small hole apart; balls slapping on the flesh of your ass. It was too much. This position made Diluc reach your deepest parts and you could only scream-chant his name like a mantra. Your pussy burned at the continuous friction from Diluc’s long thick cock – your mind long turned mush. Orgasm was coming.

“Master Diluc! S – so good…!”

“You’re cumming, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, please, may I cum? Please, Master Diluc!”

“Hah…! No one’s stopping you from cumming, [your name]. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

Obeying his command, your pussy choked Diluc’s cock as you came. Yet Diluc kept pounding your snug cunt – this time not letting you take a break.

“W – Wait! Master Diluc, please! I’m still sensitive!”

“Just a little more, sweetheart,” Diluc pleaded, chasing his climax. “I’m gonna breed you. Gonna fill you up with my cum. You want that, don’t you?”

You could only babble nonsense. Coherent thoughts poofed away as Diluc kept abusing your oversensitive pussy. His thrusts were getting sloppy; his climax was close. Diluc latched his lips onto yours and snapped his cock deep inside you before spilling generous seeds filling you to the brim. In turn, you came once again at the feeling of hot sperm flowing in your womb. You both indulged in the wet kiss while recovering from your highs, eating each other’s exhales. Instead of pulling out, Diluc kept himself plugged inside your hole.

“Be a good girl and keep it all inside, sweetheart.”

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Session #2 : Kaeya Alberich

“Don’t be shy, angel,” Kaeya cooed as he held your hair away to view your lovely face. “I’m sure Albedo would love to get this data, no?”

You glared up at Kaeya. Albedo clearly instructed to pretend he wasn’t there and Kaeya mentioning your boyfriend made you feel conscious. In fact, you were still discombobulated by Albedo’s peculiar experiment. Still, Albedo insisted you to explore your preferences.

Kaeya leaned his back on the bed board, thighs splayed so you could glorify his erected cock. You, on the other hand, were on all fours. Your ass was hanging high and your wet pussy was displayed prettily.

You tried your best to take the Cavalry Captain deep in your throat but it was your first time giving someone head. Albedo never made you do such things and you weren’t “wild” enough to suggest it. Now as much as you wanted to try giving Kaeya a blowjob, you could only take a few inches of his length.

“Inexperienced, are we?” he asked and you could only hum in response. “Oh, well. Take it easy, angel.”

Kaeya chuckled as he watched your cheeks puff from being stuffed with cock. He didn’t mind if your blowjob was toothy. It simply proved your mouth was virgin. Oh, he delighted in your untainted pussy-mouth! It made want to ravish it more.

“Why don’t you touch yourself, angel?” Kaeya suggested with a sly smile. With a pop, you removed his cock in your mouth.

“As in…?” you bashfully asked. Of course you knew he was saying you should masturbate but it was too embarrassing.

“Touch yourself. Rub your clit. Dig your fingers inside you. I know you’re already wet in anticipation, angel. I bet you want this cock to massacre your cute little cunt. Don’t worry. I’ll play with your pussy. For now, I want to make your mouth feel good.” Kaeya’s voice was low and smooth, effortlessly enchanting you to trail your hand on your stomach down to your glistening cunt. “That’s right, angel… If you cum using your fingers, I’ll be sure to reward you later.”

As you dipped two fingers inside your hole, you simultaneously wrapped your mouth around Kaeya’s head. Deeper. You pushed your digits deeper and plunged your head lower. Kaeya guided you to take him more. The tip of his head touched the back of your throat and you almost gagged. Kaeya groaned in feeling the vibrations of your mouth, chuckling at your cuteness.

Deeper. Slowly but surely, Kaeya helped you get comfortable in his size. You soon found yourself bobbing on your own, taking his length halfway. Your small wet mouth served his veiny cock as you buried your fingers and played with your own clit. You never thought cock would taste delicious.

“That’s it. Good girl, [your name],” Kaeya cooed.

“Mmph…! Khaeyah…,” you moaned in between slurps of Kaeya’s pre-cum. “Your cock tastes so good. Mmph…!”

“Do you want more, angel?”

No words. Your glossy eyes pleaded while your mouth continued to service Kaeya’s glorious dick. He smirked, suddenly pushing your head lower so he is bottomed out. Your groans and cries only made it better for Kaeya as you struggled at the sudden stretch of your throat. He grunted.

“Fuck! Your mouth is just like a pussy, isn’t it, angel? I’m going to make you drink my cum. Don’t waste any drop, yeah?”

Kaeya took control and fucked your mouth like pussy. Each time he lowered your head, he snapped his hips up. You would be lying if you said you did not like the way Kaeya manhandled you. You loved it – the honey dripping from your cunt as evidence. The burning of your throat made your pussy feel cold and empty. Your gummy walls sought to squeeze something bigger and your fingers weren’t satisfying enough.

“Shit…! I’m cumming, angel! Drink it all!”

You and Kaeya came at the same time, moaning blissfully at the release. Your love juice gushed out and trailed down to your knees on the bed. Meanwhile, Kaeya spurted thick cum in your mouth, making your eyes roll back. Once Kaeya was done spilling his seeds, he pulled your head to give you a breather.

“Hah… Were you a good girl, angel? Open up and let me see that pretty mouth of yours.”

You swallowed before showing your small cavern to Kaeya and rolling your tongue out. Of course you were an obedient girl, careful not to spill the tasty cum.

“Heh. Good girl. You deserve a reward, no?” he cooed. “Now face the other way so I can fuck your tight little pussy.”

In a daze, you did as told and turned around so Kaeya can see your plump ass and aching cunt. You slumped your upper body on the bed, leaving your hind hoisted in the air for Kaeya to admire.

Slap! You winced as Kaeya smacked your gelatinous flesh. Slap! Slap! He enjoyed it: hearing you whimpers while watching your big fat butt jiggle with every strike. How bouncy would your ass be as he fucks you from behind? The thought got him hard once more as he would soon find out the answer.

He soothingly caressed your swollen cheeks before wordlessly slamming his full length inside your pussy, bottoming out and flushing his hips on your behind. His balls slapped your puffy clit. Snug velvet walls squeezed his cock as his tip kissed the entrance of your cervix. The vibration from the impact made your hind shake and Kaeya groaned at its sight.

“Damn – this is better than I expected… Angel, your pussy is begging for me, isn’t it? You’re clenching me so hard.”

“Kaeya…!” you cried at the sudden intrusion, glancing behind to see a devilish smirk on Kaeya’s face making your pussy flutter.

“You’re such a slut, aren’t you? I bet you always squeeze Albedo’s cock with your tight cunt. Hell, I bet you were the one who came up with this experiment.”

You wanted to protest but Kaeya tightly gripped your hips and began to massacre your cute little cunt, rocking his hips back and forth at an animalistic pace. Erotic whimpers instead escaped your lips at the intensity of Kaeya’s cock stretching your pussy. You buried your face on the pillow to silence your cries.

“Let me hear your voice, angel,” Kaeya demanded as he grabbed your hair and pulled your head up.

The pain of having your head forcefully pulled back was nothing compared to feeling your abused cunt pleasured – your sloshing pussy in lust served as evidence. Your focus was solely on the fast approaching climax and your pussy squeezed oh-so-tight around Kaeya. He knew you were close.

“Hah… Can Albedo fuck you as good as this, huh, angel?”

You ignored the inquiry and gave no coherent answers – only loud moans and wails of pleasure. Your love juices were almost ready to gush out.

And that was when he stopped – erection still inside of you.

“Hah…! Ah…? K – Kaeya…? Why?” you groggily asked, tearing from the sudden loss of pleasure. You wriggled your hips but Kaeya slapped your hind, making you wince.

“Ah, ah… Why did I stop? It’s because someone has been bad. Do you think you still deserve my cock, angel?” Kaeya queried.

“Yes. Yes, please! I’ve been bad? But I’ve always been good, haven’t I?” you pleaded, trying your best not to move. “I want your cock…! Please, Kaeya…! I want to be good!”

“If you want to be good then answer me, angel,” Kaeya stated before languidly thrusting in and out of you again. “Who’s making your pussy feel good right now, angel?”

“Y – You are…! Archons, Kaeya, your cock feels so good! Please fuck me harder!”

“Ahaha… More, angel?”

“Yes, please…! Oh – archons!” you squealed as Kaeya immediately hastened his speed, snapping his hips to and fro in a fast pace.

“Who’s my cockslut, [your name]?”

“I am! I am Kaeya’s cockslut! Kaeya, I’m cumming, please! Please! Please! I want to cum!” you panted like a dog in heat – tongue lolled out as drool streamed from the corned of your lips.

“Good girl,” Kaeya cooed. “Now… Can Albedo fuck you as good as this, huh, angel?”

“N – nngh…! Kaeya…!”

“Well, angel?” Kaeya threatened. You felt his hips losing its speed.

“N – no! No! Archons, Kaeya, your cock is the best! Ah! Kaeya is fucking my pussy so good! Please, Kaeya, please! Don’t stop!”

“Haha…! Let’s try again, angel.”

Kaeya laughed at your cock-drunk response. All for the sake of cumming. With both hands, he gripped you hips tightly and your upper body slumped back on the bed. While poisoning your brain to think of him and his cock alone, he abused your clenching cunt; his balls continuously spanked your puffy clit. Then he stopped again. Whenever he felt your climax nearing, he would stop himself and you would plea. The vicious cycle repeated itself leaving you more desperate to cum – so on edge with pretty tears streaming down your cheeks in frustration.

“Kaeya, why? Please make me cum…! I’ve been good, right? Please…!”

“I know, angel. Since you asked nicely,” he groaned shakily.

This time, Kaeya did not stop and rolled his hips eagerly. His climax was approaching too and your pussy was more than eager to squeeze him dry. With few rough thrusts, both you and Kaeya came, making you squeal at finally being given the freedom of release. Both of you were spurting yet Kaeya kept moving his hips, paying no mind to being overstimulated. You did not mind, so long as you could cum and cum and cum.

“Damn, angel. Your pussy is just too good. Cum for me more.”

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Session #3 : “Childe”

“Childe, sir…,” you groaned. “Ah… This is – this is embarrassing…”

“What? It’s not like your boyfriend haven’t seen your naked body before,” the harbinger guffawed while scissoring two fingers inside your pussy. “I’m doing him a favor, see? This position gives him a niiiice view, don’t you think?”

Both you and Childe were facing Albedo’s way. The harbinger had your back leaning on his toned chest as you sat in front of him. Your knees were clipped and your thighs were spread apart. Yes, Albedo surely had a perfect view of your exposed body; a perfect view to see how Childe fondles your soft breasts and plays your pretty little pussy. Seeing the darkness in Albedo’s eyes intently watching as Childe had his way disturbed you. Yet Albedo insisted you to not worry and to just get wild and focus on your pleasure.

“Aw, you’re creaming so much just from my fingers! How cute,” Childe chortled, digging his fingers deeper to stretch your hole and brushing his thumb on your clit from time to time. He whispered in your ears, “Or maybe…you like seeing Albedo leering at your stuffed pussy?” Albedo did not know what the harbinger told you but judging from the way you gasped, it must be something flustering. “Anyway, let’s give Mister Albedo a show, shall we?”

Childe circled his thumb on your clit before pressing them firmly. He then hooked his digits inside your hole. With the way your body jerked, he was sure he found your g-spot.

“Mister Albedo said you should focus on your pleasure. Then let’s see if I can make you cum, yeah? Let’s not disappoint Mister Albedo now, yeah?”

Childe began to massage your clit and g-spot roughly, stimulating both that sent great jolts of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, screaming from the intensity – the double assault was just two much! The room echoed with Childe’s manic laughter, your love juice’s sloshing sounds, and your erotic cries of pleasure. You struggled to free yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. You wanted to make it stop; to close your legs – but Childe used his other hand to ensure Albedo would see his work.

Your glorious release was so close; you can feel it. But somehow, it was different. It was comparable to cumming but dissimilar.

“You’re tightening around my fingers! Does that mean you’re close?” Childe asked while speeding the process of your release. “Come on, girlie! Cum for daddy!”

Childe’s relentless assault and coaxing words cajoled you to release. Your body shook as fluids gushed out of you like fountain. But you knew it wasn’t cum – it was as if you had squirted your love juice. Seeing how hard you heaved, Childe removed his hand from your womanhood to give you a breather.

“Wow! That’s a lot of cum,” Childe laughed as he watched the wet stains on the bed. You couldn’t respond – your limp body simply leaning on Childe’s lively one. He brought his stained fingers to his mouth and gave it a lick. “Mmh ~ You taste delicious, girlie. Hey, Mister Albedo, invite me over next time you have sex, yeah?”

“Hah… Childe…,” you addressed weakly. Albedo clearly stated to pretend he wasn’t there yet here Childe was, calling out to your boyfriend.

“Hey, girlie. Let’s make you cum again and give Mister Albedo a good show.”

“Wha…?” you stuttered. Childe wasn’t done? “Wait – ! You’re done, aren’t you…? Please, no more…!” you pleaded feebly, eyes heavy from exhaustion. But your cries fell on deaf ears.

“No way! I was just preparing you for the best part. So just relax, yeah?” Childe chortled. He then lifted your light body and shoved the tip of his cock inside your ass. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“W – wrong hole, Childe! Wrong – ahn!” your words were cut short by Childe pushing himself deeper inside you. “Stop, please…!”

“Fuck, girlie! Can’t believe your boyfriend haven’t tried fucking you like this before!” Childe sang as his cock squeezed itself inside your ass hole. “Ah ~ so tight! And it’s all for me!”

Pretty tears ran down your cheeks as Childe bottomed out. It was your first time having something so big stretch your ass hole. It was mind-numbing – quite painful even; yet your pussy got wetter and wetter.

“Aw… Does it hurt? I’ll make it feel good for you,” Childe cooed as he planted a peck on your cheek.

He wiped your tear away with his thumb, whispering praises and affirmations in your ear. He then trailed sweet caresses to your neck down to your chest then finally to your stomach. Surprisingly, the harbinger’s touch was gentle enough to soothe you somehow. You purred, nuzzling your head on the comfort of his shoulders.

“You look so pretty, I could just eat you up,” Childe lowly chuckled, taking his time to spread your love juice before burying two fingers inside your fluttering womanhood. You bit your lips, holding back the moan threatening to escape. “Let me hear your cute voice, girlie. Does it feel good?”

“Y – yes, it feels good,” you breathed as Childe curled his fingers to immediately focus on your spongy spot; his thumb on your clit.

“Let’s make it better.”

Childe wasted no time and began to arouse your sensitive areas, making you toss your head back and squeal out loud. Lewd squelching came from your dirty pussy as the harbinger went ruthless on your womanhood. With Childe’s long and thick cock occupying your behind, your velvet gummy walls felt tighter and Childe could easily press your spongy spot harder.

You couldn’t help but move your hips at the rhythm of Childe’s pulsing fingers. And the more you move, the more you were reminded of the peculiarly delicious stretch of your ass. He had so much control over your body. Too much pleasure. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out as you screamed louder incoherent cries of pleasure.

“Archons – ! Ah! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

You didn’t even have to tell Childe. He knew it from the way you were sucking him inside your holes; from the way you were blabbering non-sense; from the way you were eagerly grinding yourself. In a swift motion, Childe moved his hands away from you, giving Albedo a clear view of how fluids once again gushed out of your pretty little pussy. Childe mused at the new mess your lewd cunt made, clearly amazed and proud of his work.

“What did I tell you? Felt better, yeah?” Childe chortled but you were exhausted to speak. He just chuckled at your weary state.

Childe pecked your cheeks and cooed how you were such a good girl. His hands once again trailed all over your body, giving you feather-light tingly touches. Letting your guard down, you closed your eyes and indulged in the gentle caresses and sweet whispers. You didn’t even realize his hands positioned itself to once again assault your cute little pussy.

“One last time, girlie. Just to make sure Mister Albedo jotted down his notes. ’Sides, I wanted to cum inside you too! I’m gonna paint your ass with my cum and claim it as mine!”

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“My love…,” you spoke weakly, lying limp on your side. “Did you get your data?”

“Mmh. Yes, thank you, my love,” Albedo hummed in satisfaction to which you sighed in relief. “Although I may wish to collect more data in the future.”

You smiled at the thought of Albedo’s fruitful experiment. Contentedly, you closed your eyes as Albedo cleaned you up with warm towel and massaged your sore spots. You were seconds away from drifting to dreamland when Albedo called your name and planted a kiss on your forehead. Drowsily opening your eyes, you saw your lover handing you the potion you were supposed to drink after each session.

“Please drink this, my love.”

Oh, was there another person aside from Childe, Diluc, and Kaeya?

Albedo helped pull you up as you struggled to sit on the bed. You did as told and sleepily drank the potion to rejuvenate your energy. What woke you up was not the effects of the potion but instead Albedo’s uncharacteristically vulgar words.

“Slut. It seems you need to be reminded whose cockwhore you are. Not Childe’s. Not Diluc’s. And definitely not Kaeya’s. Mine. Fucking mine. A discipline is in order, I believe. Now let’s fill you up with MY cum, my cute little cumdump.”

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Thank you all for the 200+ follows. Any suggestions on how to commemorate this…event? 🐱

Anyway… Who should Teacher Albedo contact for the next experiment? 🤔

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some carrot. 🥕

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sirowsky · 2 years ago

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A Little Menace

I recently had some trouble with the neighbors, and of course, my good friend @deadhumourist managed to turn it into an idea for a story. So, here's a lil thing based on her idea.

Rating: Mature Warnings: Includes ornithophobia (fear of birds), cursing, improper thoughts, modern!din, din djarin x female reader, Grogu is a human boy here. Word Count: 2080 Author’s Masterlist

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He’s just a kid, he doesn’t know any better… That’s what you keep telling yourself as you throw some clothes on to run outside and stop your next-door neighbour’s kid from breaking your birdfeeder.

The thing is, this isn’t the first time he’s been messing with it, nor will it be the first time you talk to him about it, and he’s always apologetic once you catch him, which makes you think that this is about getting attention.

But you’re not his parent. It’s not your job to teach this kid how the world works and it’s not fair to him that he should have to endure getting repeatedly told off by a stranger, when you suspect that it's his dad’s attention he really wants.

“You know your dad will have to pay for that if you break it, and it wasn’t cheap.”

He flinches at the sound of your voice, spinning on his heels to look at you, and taking a few steps back, but he doesn’t run away. Your apartment is on the ground floor, and your balcony door is just a few feet from the feeder, so by the time he’s registered the sound of it opening, you’re already close enough to grab him, should you need to.

The thing is about the size of a large suitcase, cylindrical in shape and housing over fifty feeding-stations that varies in the types of seeds or other kinds of feeds that it can hold. Large nets for peanuts and Plexiglas containers for small grains, for example. It’s mounted on a big metal pole that’s been driven six feet into the ground to anchor the whole thing, and at the base of it, a separate type of feeder accommodates the magpies and other larger birds, to keep them away from the little guys.

“I’m trying to help the birds survive winter, why are you trying to hurt them?”

It’s a pretty solid construction, so in truth, the kid would have to work really hard to actually break it, but that doesn’t mean he can’t still damage it. Plus, it scares the birds when he throws sticks or sometimes even rocks on it. Today though, he’d tried to sneak up on some blackbirds sitting on the ground and feasting on dried mealworms, doing his best to kick them as they scrambled to get away. Thankfully, he’d missed them all, but it had seriously pissed you off.

As always, he doesn’t answer you, but he does meet your eyes and you can see that he’s close to tears. Real ones. His body-language shows you shame and regret as clear as day, and you just can’t figure out what he’s trying to accomplish with all this. You sigh and cross your arms over your waist. He’s not your kid to teach, but this has to stop, and if his dad isn’t gonna take care of it, then you’re just gonna have to.

“I told you last time that if this ever happened again, I’d be marching you home and having a serious conversation with your father, and I keep my word, kid. So, you can either come with me calmly, or I can drag you there, what’s it gonna be?”

He looks worried, but after a moment’s deliberation, he slowly comes to your side and walks with you through first your balcony and then your apartment, out your front door where you immediately ring the bell of the apartment directly to your left.

Despite living next to them for over two years now, you’ve never seen his father. You’ve heard him bustle about in the kitchen, and their bathroom is wall to wall with yours, so you hear it every time the bathtub is filled or drained. But you don’t actively listen to your neighbours, you just register the sounds that are loud enough to cut through your music or sounds of the tv. Since you’re not the nosy type, you haven’t been running to look through the peephole whenever you’ve heard the door open, but he comes and goes like any regular person so if you had, you would’ve seen him.

The door opens, and you automatically begin to explain why you’re standing there with his son, in the hopes that he won’t get angry with you.

“Hi, Mr. Djarin, I’m sorry but your son-…” you trail off when your gaze connects with a pair of deep brown and slightly sad-looking eyes that are studying you closely, in between glances at the boy.

“What did he do?” he asks, his voice soft and low, and somehow making you feel like you wanna purr.

“Uh…” you’ve almost forgotten your reason for bothering him. “He was being mean to the birds in my yard. I would’ve let it go if it was the first time, but he’s thrown things on my feeding station and nearly damaged it a few times too.”

He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose, before sinking to one knee and beckoning the kid closer.

“Grogu, I’ve told you so many times now… the birds aren’t dangerous. If you leave them alone, they’ll just eat and leave.” he tries to remind his son, and you idly wonder if you’ve ever heard a name like that before. But the kid doesn’t answer, so Mr. Djarin looks back up at you.

“He’s afraid of birds. The smaller ones are more skittish, so he can ignore them because he knows that they mostly keep their distance. But the crows and magpies and the bigger ones are bolder, and they frighten him.” he explains calmly, with a very apologetic undertone.

You’re struggling to pay attention, though, because he’s kneeling just two feet in front of you, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes and you can’t help but wonder what he’d look like buried between your legs. If you’d known that he was this fucking beautiful you would’ve been glued to that peephole every time you heard him at the door.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” you try to sound diplomatic, but you’re not sure what to do about the situation.

One the one hand, it makes sense that he would be so aggressive towards the larger birds if he was hoping to scare them away for good, and that he’d be inclined to destroy the feeder to try and keep them from coming back. But on the other hand, his actions are still not acceptable and no matter what he feels, he isn’t entitled to destroy people’s property.

“I’ll pay for any damage he’s caused, of course.” he offers, and a streak of compassion stings your chest.

He’s a single father, doing his best, clearly exhausted and unsure of how to ‘dad’ correctly sometimes, and you simply can’t be upset with either of them anymore.

“Well, actually the feeder is homemade, so it would be hard to put a value on it. But he hasn’t broken anything yet, and I think I might have an idea on how to keep it that way.”

The idea came to you as you were speaking, so you take a beat to try and piece it together in your own head, before you try to explain it.

“What if Grogu spends some time with me and the birds every day from now on?” you offer, kneeling on the kid’s other side so you can talk directly to him. “We can start by just watching them from the balcony with the windows closed, and I can tell you all about them so that maybe you can understand them a little better.”

He’s just staring at the floor, refusing to look at either of you, but you genuinely want to help him, now that you know what this is about, so you try again.

“Sometimes things are less scary when you understand them better. Like, how big dogs can seem scary but when you know how to make them happy, they’ll get all goofy and cuddly. Or like how spiders can feel really creepy when they’re crawling on your skin, but when they’re just sitting in their web in a corner somewhere, they’re actually saving you from flies and mosquitos and other bugs.”

That earns you a curious look as he lifts his head to meet your eyes, so you try your luck with one more attempt to win him over.

“If you promise to work with me on this, I promise that you can help me build that huge LEGO Millennium Falcon, I saw you eyeing in my living room. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.” you say, and he perks right up, shooting you a bright smile and nodding enthusiastically, so you turn back to his father.

“If that’s okay with you, of course.”

“Yeah, absolutely.” he grins at you, and something warm and pleasant pools in your stomach at the brightness of his eyes.

“Great! I work from home, so just bring him over whenever it suits you.” you say, while pushing yourself up to standing again, and he mirrors the motion.

“This is really so kind of you, thank you.” he offers, and you just shrug.

“I’d rather help than hurt him. He seems like a good kid.”

Grogu tugs on his father’s pantleg then, and points into the hallway of their apartment. His dad just nods, and the kid runs inside, disappearing around a corner.

“Does he not speak?” you ask.

“Not much around strangers, and a lot less than other kids overall. But he seems to know the language pretty much fluently and I’ve taken him to doctors and specialists and no one can find anything wrong with him. It’s like he’s just more comfortable not speaking, for some reason.” he explains, and you find yourself listening closely and studying every feature of his voice and how his expressions shift only in the most subtle ways.

“Well, I’m looking forward to getting to know him… both of you, better.” you say, before you start backing towards your own door.

A small smile creeps into his eyes at that. Something tender and almost bashful, and you suddenly want nothing more than to rest your palm against his cheek, to see if he’d lean into your touch. You braid your fingers together behind your own back to keep them in check. The last thing you wanna do is scare this gorgeous man away.

“Um, I’m a carpenter and I work daytime, so I’ll bring him over tomorrow after dinner, if that’s okay?” he says, and his voice is low and unsure. You wonder if he’s unaccustomed to attention, or just finds it generally difficult to know how to respond to it.

“That’s fine.” you say, as you reach your door and stop, still facing him. “And, just so you know, I’m happy to help if there’s anything else you need. Like I said, I work from home so I’m always around.”

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.” his smile widens a little, before he turns to head back inside, but then stops on the threshold. “My name is Din.”

You smile back and give him your name in return, and he nods and repeats it, memorizing it, making your skin prickle at the sound of it on his tongue, as you’re suddenly picturing him saying it under very different circumstances. That thought alone makes you feel hot and uncomfortable, and you quickly dip your head forwards to keep him from noticing, before turning around to head back into your home.

“See you tomorrow then, Din.” you croak with your back to him, your voice now hoarse with embarrassment.

“I look forward to it.” he says, just before closing his own door behind him, and you stop dead on your threshold, turning back to stare at his door because his tone caught you completely off guard.

He’d sounded… alluring. And now you’re wondering if perhaps he finds you just as attractive as you find him. If perhaps the prospect of his son not becoming a menace wasn’t the only reason that he looked forward to seeing you again. You step back and close your door, turning to lean against the nearest wall while you try to stop your heart from bouncing around between your lungs. How have you never known that such a gem of a guy has been living next door all this time?

And suddenly you find yourself feeling quite happy that the kid messed with your birdfeeder.

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Part Two: Tequila Truth or Dare

Part Two Summary: In which Vigilante seeks you out again

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x F!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes (changed my mind), drinking, moral contemplation,

Word Count: 3.9K

A/N: The way this man has me in a *chokehold* I feel like I've read every single thing about Adrian Chase on Tumblr/AO3 so if anyone has anything they'd like to share with the class, gimme. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! If you want to join the tag list there's a link below, or feel free to message/comment <3

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You inhaled deeply and breathed out slowly through your mouth. Engulfed in the deep woods, the fresh, earthy smell overtook you. It was a balm to your soul, and the main reason you had taken this job in the first place. Not many people would purposely separate themselves from the outside world to stay in a secluded cabin, immersed completely in the wilderness for months on end. But then, you weren't most people, and the seclusion had helped you separate and manage difficult emotions from, what you had deemed, your real life.

That is, until Vigilante had shown up. It had been a little under a week since you had spent time stitching him back together, but it was all you could think about. He engulfed you with more vigor than even the woods. Standing miles deep in the forest, with only the rustling of wind through leaves and the occasional call of a hawk, you were transfixed on him. Surrounded by beauty, immersed completely in nature, and your thoughts raced back to his offer: "I'll tell you everything." It was an intoxicating offer, one you'd been drunk on for days. You found yourself wanting to know everything about him. You daydreamed in black and teal. When you saw something remarkable, some breathtaking view, you imagined it covered in a red filter.

You shook your head to try and focus. You had actual work you had to do today, and losing your mind, over someone you'd never see again, for the fourth day in a row just wouldn't do. You grasped the straps of your pack, and walked forward with purpose.

You made it a few hundred yards before you realized you were being followed. Or, at least, watched. You tried to shake the feeling of dread that washed over you, and attempted to remind yourself that you were constantly watched by curious creatures. But that only served to quicken your heartbeat more, you were watched all day by wildlife, and this felt nothing like that.

Fumbling, only slightly, from nerves, you reached for your pistol. It was a standard issue; it was for protection. Once it was in your hand, you felt better. Another layer of protection against whatever was trailing you.

Your mind raced, trying to figure out what could be following you so closely. Your laugh startled you as it bubbled up. The only predator in your woods were the wolves, one of them must have clocked you. Your primitive instincts must have clocked them, and sent you panic spiraling.

You laughed for another second, feeling ridiculous, until a hand fell on your shoulder. You screamed, and raised your gun to fire. You pulled the trigger, and dread overtook you as you realized you had left the safety on. The muted click alerted the attacker to that same information, and they swatted the gun down.

"What the fuck?" Vigilante asked, clearly annoyed. "You scream so loud." You groaned and slumped down, your legs literally giving out. The damp forest floor was welcoming to your pounding head and thundering heart. You thought you might be having a heart attack.

"You scared me, asshole. Ever heard of speaking up?" You grumbled, playing with a leaf.

"Ever heard of the element of surprise?” He asked, incredulous. He tilted his head, pausing, before continuing. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He held his hand out to you, helping you off the ground. You took it quickly, the worn leather warmer than you expected in your hand.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, brushing the leaf litter from your pants. Vigilante stayed quiet, despite your direct question.

“Okay, then. How’s your gut?” You tried again, placing your hands across your chest. You could see him visibly tense, and he fidgeted with his gloves.

“How do you know Gut? That’s so weird. I don’t even know why we’re talking about this, that’s such a weird name for someone to have. I don’t know anyone with that name. Like at all. You said you did? Weird.” He rambled, his words a panicked mess.

“What? I don’t know anyone named Gut. I meant your wound, Vij. How’s your stab wound?”

“Oh, that. Totally fine, like I said. No problem at all.” You eyed him suspiciously. He was a surprisingly bad liar for someone who spent half his time in a mask.

“Vij, do you know someone named Gut?” You asked, watching him bounce from foot to foot.

“No.” He told you quickly, too quickly.

“More super secret identity stuff?” You teased, nudging his shoulder and turning to walk away from the clearing you found yourself in.

“I can’t tell you that.” He said, emphatically.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. I’m just interested in you.” You told him, raising your hands in defense, stepping over a fallen tree as you led him deeper into the forest. You noticed him falter behind, losing step with you. You glanced back and saw he was tense again.

“Really?” His voice was small, almost needy, and it made you be more earnest with him.

“Of course. I want to know everything.” You shrugged, realizing it was easy to be honest with him.

“Oh. Well, maybe I can be vague?” He asked, closing the gap between you.

“Are you Vigilante all the time?” You wondered, thinking back to all of the thinkpieces you had read about Evergreen’s resident “antihero.” You were thinking about his morals and convictions, but were interested in whatever he wanted to say about it.

But there was a long silence, and you cleared your throat awkwardly. You wondered if you’d pushed too far too quickly.

“You don’t have to–” You started to retract as he answered at the same time.

“Yes.” It was resounding with finality. A fact, you, surprisingly, were okay with.

“Oh.” Was all you said, absorbing the answer.

“Yeah.” The awkward silence that filled the space between you was uncomfortable, so you tried again.

“Do you have another job?” It seemed safe enough, something that could be vague.

“Uh…I’m not sure that I should say.” He answered, rubbing the back of his neck. You wondered, not for the first time, how he wore his hair.

“Police?” You ask, laughing lightly at your joke. It would be pretty funny, actually.

“Shut up. No.” Vij grumbled beside you, helping you over a fallen log. “That’s so fucking dumb. Hashtag ACAB.” You laughed again, having pulled the perfect reaction from him.

“Dude, I won’t know. I rarely go to the city. I’d never even see you, but if I did, I’ve never seen your face, so how would I know?” You argued, focusing on the issue at hand.

“I work in a restaurant.” His answer surprised you, but then you realized it was kind of perfect. When you had worked as a waitress, you’d kept late hours. It would be easy to slip out after your co-workers to go fight crime. You wondered if he had ever killed his co-workers for smoking weed at the job, but kept the question to yourself.

“Nice. Solid work, sucks though.” You said finally, settling on a neutral answer.

“Yeah, it’s the worst.” He told you, laughing loudly. You smiled at it, the sound intoxicating.

“Do you have any hobbies?” You asked, trying to stay superficial.

“Not really, no time.” He explained, plainly. You supposed crime fighting was a pretty big hobby.

“Friends?”

“Oh yeah, well you know Peacemaker is my BFF, and then there’s Eagly, he’s a close second. You’re making a run for my new third best friend, if I’m honest.” You smiled dumbly. It was the last thing you had expected to leave his mouth.

“Eagly?” You asked, glossing over his confession.

“Dude, fuck yeah, he’s hardcore. Saw him eat someone’s eyeball once.” You balked, the mental image you had of Eagly just did not compute with what Vij was saying.

“Jesus. Is he like, half man and half eagle?” You asked, brow scrunched in disgust.

“Ha! No. He’s an actual eagle.” An actual eagle, named Eagly? You rolled your eyes.

“Really? Dude, it’s illegal to have an eagle.” You told him, expecting a big reaction to the news.

“What?” His whole stature dropped in on itself.

“It’s a whole thing, yeah.” You told him, apologetically, placing a hand on his shoulder. He tensed under your hand, which was just on his shoulder. You removed it quickly, and cleared your throat.

“Fuck.” He exclaimed, pulling himself back up straight. “Do you really care about this stuff?” He asked, visor trained on you. In the daylight, you could make his eyes out behind the red filter.

“Eagle protection? It’s kind of low on my list, honestly.” You stated plainly.

“No, about me.” He clarified, tilting his head at you, voice soft.

“Oh, yeah. That’s easy, you’re super interesting.” You explained, resting your thumbs on the straps of your backpack.

“You should really tell people, if you’re being sarcastic. That way they know you’re being funny. Ha! Haha!” He told you, a fake laugh bursting from his lips, his tone laced with venom.

“I’m not being sarcastic; I really am curious about you, Vij. Why wouldn’t I be?” You made clear, coming to stop beside him, pulling your eyebrows together in confusion.

“Oh. Well, you called me a murderer last time.” He mumbled quietly, looking at the ground.

“You are, aren’t you?” You asked, willing him to look up.

“Yes. It normally turns people off. That or my personality, I’m told it’s ‘a lot.’” You stared at him for a moment, feeling anger to the people that had made him feel like he wasn’t worth knowing.

“I watched one of your fights.” You finally said, pulling his attention back to you.

“Why?” He sounded genuinely surprised, and you wrangled the words to explain how much he had invaded your brain without saying that you were straight up obsessed with him. Though, you felt obsessed. Your cheeks burned as you fumbled to explain, the embarrassment creeping up from your chest.

“I told you, I’m curious about you. You fight…I mean it’s remarkable. You move so…lithe and fast. So fast. What’s your power? I never asked, and I couldn’t find anything online.” You managed, struggling to get the last question out.

“Power?” His head was dramatically tilted to the side, and you breathed heavily through your nose. You couldn’t form a fully coherent phrase and he was still being so damn cute.

“Yeah, like your super power or whatever you call it.” You offered, waving your hand.

“I don’t have one.” He told you easily, perking back up.

“Really?” You asked, incredulous.

“Really.” He answered, simply.

“I saw you take out like twenty people, and get shot, and then literally skip away. You lost so much blood the last time I saw you, and you weren’t even woozy. That isn’t really something you can train out, Vij.” You had run it back a thousand times, it made no sense.

“I did. It was easy. Fighting is easy. Killing is easier. I never take a long time to heal, I told you, it was fine.”

“Okay, don’t tell me. Look, I enjoyed seeing you again, but I actually have some work to do.” You told him, gesturing to the blackberry bushes growing on the edge of the clearing.

“That’s why I’m here!” He chirped, excitedly. You narrowed your eyes at him, and realized that you weren’t getting anything done.

“Really, you’re here to help me clear out invasive bushes?” You countered, and he placed his hands on his hips.

“No, okay, I came by because I thought we could get wasted! It’s my day off!” He held up his hand with his thumb and pinky sticking out and pretended to chug.

“It’s not mine.” You told him, shaking your head. He repeated the motion, but with his shoulders sagged.

“I came all this way though.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s like twenty minutes to the town, Vij.”

“Yeah, but the Vigilante-mobile is not good on gas.” He whined.

“Vigilante-mobile? Like the bat-mobile?” You asked, in complete disbelief.

“No, not like that. Anyway, I Ubered here and everything.” He explained, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You tried not to notice how broad he was, you really did.

“You Ubered? Dressed like that?” You indicated his suit, but continued ogling his arms.

“They don’t care, and besides, I wouldn’t be driving home drunk. That’s against the law. And, then I’d have to kill myself.” He told you, ending his rant with a sing-song voice.

“Fine, but I do have to do a few things, and then maybe I’ll call it a day early.” You offered, walking away from the blackberry. It was an area you’d been clearing for a while, it could wait one more day.

“Yes! I’ll help!” You eyed him, and sighed.

“Let’s just get back to the cabin, I noticed you limping.” You told him, leading him back through the woods. He huffed behind you. You actually wouldn’t mind another set of hands, but he was clearly not healed from the last time you’d seen him, and probably had another few wounds he wasn’t disclosing.

“I’m not.” He argued, and it made you smile. His insisting that he was fine was growing more and more ridiculous.

“You’re favoring your left foot.” You pointed out, coming to a stop again. He was leaning on his left side, and you watched him noticeably shift to the right and then wince.

“I’m really not.” He assured you, hands on his hips. You leaned in closer to him, and poked the spot you had stitched. He crumpled immediately, grabbing the spot.

“That hasn’t healed at all, I thought you recovered fast?” You snorted, teasing him.

“I lied. I thought you wanted me to have a power or something.” He groaned out, like you had punched him rather than poked him.

“Come on.” You told him, sighing and helping him straighten up. He tensed under your touch again, so you pulled away again, cursing yourself for doing it again. Fuck. You really wanted to touch him.

“It’s not far.” You promised, taking care to slow your normal pace and pick a path that had as few obstacles as possible. Vij was quiet on the walk back. When your cabin came into sight, you quickened your pace, anxious to get out of sight. You weren’t supposed to have anyone over, and you had a feeling that management would have serious concerns about Vigilante.

“What’s your poison?” You asked, hoping to draw him back out. You found yourself endeared to the near constant chatter, and devastated by its sudden loss. You pulled the door open, ushering him in. He stepped around you, his broad form taking up most of the door frame. You bit your lip, trying to focus on anything but his expansive back. Your eyes drifted down to the curve of his ass, and you regretted it immediately. It was too good.

“Polonium.” His answer cut through your thoughts, which you were sure were written on your face when he turned to you.

“That’s a literal poison, isn’t it?” You asked, not recognizing that as any kind of alcohol.

“Yes, just a seven trillionth of a gram is enough to kill a healthy adult human.” He told you, taking his gloves off and settling at the table. You laughed, and threw your pack down.

A real fucking poison, this guy.

“What do you want to drink? Like to “get wasted”?” You clarified, a dumb smile on your face.

“Oh, I thought we weren’t doing that. Since you’re working, technically.” He explained, confused, a frown clear from his tone. You just wanted him to push his mask up again. You were like a raw nerve, hoping for a sliver of skin.

“Fuck it. I got tequila?” You asked, reaching into your freezer and holding out the frosted bottle.

“Fuck yeah!” He exclaimed, shoulders lifting. You wanted to see his smile again. It had beamed so perfectly at you, he had beamed at you.

You filled two cups with a healthy splash and walked to join him at the table. He took one from you, as his visor tracked your movements.

“Drinking game?” He asked, rolling his mask carefully to his nose. Your thought scrambled immediately. If you didn’t kiss him soon, you thought you might actually explode.

“Sure, which one?” You asked, taking a deep drink from your cup. To calm the nerves, you told yourself. You swallowed the burn down, it was a smooth tequila, but it still burned the back of your throat.

“You’re so hot.” He blurted, smiling brightly at you.

“Afraid I don’t know that one, Vij.” You teased, hoping the red from his visor disguised your rapidly warming face.

“Sorry, I just looked at you again. That's all I can think about.” You bit your tongue, trying to keep from smiling like a maniac, you only let up when a sharp metallic taste flooded your mouth.

“You’re too hurt for sex.” You scolded him, trying to remind yourself of why it would be a bad idea to fuck him. You were running out of self-restraint.

“I’m not.” He argued again, and your heart fluttered mercilessly in your chest.

“The game?” You asked, changing the subject back to something more neutral. You had another drink, the tequila burning the new cut on your tongue.

“I don’t know, we get drunk and fuck?” He mumbled, grumpy, and it made you laugh.

“You know of so many different drinking games that I’ve never even heard of.” You teased.

“Was that sarcasm?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes. It was.” He took a drink. “Questions, then?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Truth or dare?” He asked, changing the game.

“Truth.” You told him, staring at the way his fingers flexed around his cup. You wondered how they’d feel against your throat.

“Do you want to see my face?” He asked, breaking your thoughts. It took you by surprise.

“That was a waste of a truth. Of course, I do, you know I do.” You told him, taking a sip of your drink. “Truth or dare, Vij.”

“Dare.” You stared at the red visor, behind your own reflection you could see his eyes. They were distorted, the colors askew, but the shape was distinct. Your gaze roved down to his bare mouth, which was parted. His lips were wet from the tequila, and red from his teeth. You watched him bite into his lip again, and any coherent thought you had fled you.

“Kiss me.” His hands were on you before the words were out, hauling you to him, pulling you into him. Your mouths met in a clash of teeth, sharp and biting, against the soft pliant skin of your lips. You couldn’t tell if the cut on your tongue was the cause of the iron taste, or if one of your lips were busted, but you didn’t care. His mouth was pressing against yours in an all-consuming heat. You settled against him, straddling his hips, and felt his hands wander up your body. You pushed his head back, baring his throat to you and you sank your teeth in before sucking the spot. He moaned under you, loudly, the sound tearing from him. You moved back to his mouth, slotting yours against his, slipping your tongue in. He met you with equal ferocity, the kiss more of a battle than a languid meeting of mouths. Neither of you wanted to give ground, but both of you were desperate for it. You whined into his mouth when he rutted up against you, too many layers separating you from him. He laughed into yours, and roughly squeezed your ass.

You pulled away, and he followed you up to nip against your jaw, lathing his tongue down your neck, before biting you as harshly as you had him.

“Truth or dare?” He mumbled against your throat, sucking deep bruises into the thin skin. You shivered at the feeling, as he focused on your pulse point.

“Dare.” You answered breathlessly, surging forward to kiss him again. You kept it chaste, pulling away again quickly, pressing open mouthed kisses down his cheek to his throat, licking up his throat to his ear. He threw his head back, moaning, giving you access.

“Take my mask off.” He demanded, the urgency not lost on you. You pulled away, though. The instruction was clear, but the intent was not. You stood up off of him completely, and took a step back to get distance between you and his skin.

“No.” You managed to get out, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“The fuck do you mean, “no?” That’s the dare? I thought you wanted to see me? What the fuck?” Vij demanded, leaning forward on his knees. The skin you could see was flushed, with noticeably darker spots blooming where you had bruised.

“You can’t just show me your face.” You chided, putting your hands on your hips.

“I want to. Do you only want to fuck Vigilante?” He asked, his voice wavering, the confident tone lost.

“No, of course not. But you don’t know me, Vij. You can’t trust me.” You explained, agitated. Agitated that you were once again the only reason you weren’t having sex.

“We just made out! It was so hot! You can’t stop now!” He demanded, but he stayed in the chair. You realized that he wasn’t going to force anything. It made you want him that much more, but you knew it wasn’t the right call. When he cooled down, he’d feel the same, you were sure.

“That doesn’t matter. You have to be careful. Do you show everyone you make out with?” You implored, growing genuinely concerned for his safety.

“I don’t make out with anyone! If I have sex with random hotties as Vigilante, the mask stays completely on. Even when I had that threesome.” You chose to ignore the threesome comment, but realized he was being honest. When he spoke succinctly, you knew he was telling the truth.

“You don’t know me.” You repeated lamely, the words stiff in your ears. He exhaled shakily, and drained the last of his cup.

“Truth or dare?” He asked again, and you huffed out a sigh. You took a moment to consider your real options.

“Dare.” You decided, crossing the floor to where he sat.

“Take off my mask.” He repeated, and before he was done, you had lifted your hands to the rolled edges. You pulled slowly, trying not to pull his hair, and trying to not show how badly your hands were shaking. You gasped softly when you revealed his eyes, and your favorite shade of green stared back at you. You focused your attention on his eyes, the ones you’d seen behind the visor. They were the shade of the forest in the morning, soft golden flecks embedded in the crisp green. You tugged his mop of curls, and kissed him again.

“Beautiful.” You murmured against his lips, and they pulled up into the brightest smile you’d ever seen.

“I trust you. You saved my life. I want to know everything about you too, I mean that’s why I came back.”

“Sick.” You told him, breaking the tension, teasingly. He laughed and pulled you to his chest tightly.

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