#thank you bestie <3 so much for the lovely ask! It was a pleasure!

[caressthosecheekbones]

Bestie (in the spirit of reviving Tumblr ask culture), I was listening to Ohne Dich (Schlaf Ich Heut Nacht Nicht Ein) again the other day. Any other song recs you want to share with me and anyone else who likewise appreciates your excellent taste in music? <3

Sarah, this ask is so lovely, I've been staring at it for hours now. First I felt like Oh, I don't know Any Music At All. But then I went on an hour long treasure hunt and had a lot of fun composing this list for you and anyone who might appreciate German Music or even only feels in the mood to give it a try. <3 Thank you so, so much. <3 So in the spirit of Ohne Dich (Schlaf Ich Heut Nacht Nicht Ein): here's a (not anymore) small list of my favourite german songs, most of which have actually accompanied me since my childhood. <3 (In no particular order but with youtube links you can click bc some of these videos are just pure Gold.)

1. Reinhard May - Über den Wolken (live is the only way to listen to this song. I cannot not cry when I listen to it.) 2. Blümchen - Nur geträumt (sorry for the whiplash) 3. Die Prinzen - Alles nur geklaut (I've loved this since I it came out when I was seven. Actually I've just found the music video and they're copying motherfucking Queen's I Want To Break Free Look (amongst others) which I never knew and now I'm crying?!??!!! &lt;333333) 4. Echt - Du trägst keine Liebe in Dir (I was a bit in love with the singer guy lololol also I didn't know until now the video was kinda interesting for the time.) 5. Die Ärzte - Männer sind Schweine (surely a statement and big hit at the time) 6. Die Toten Hosen - Alles aus Liebe (it felt wrong not to include one of their songs (⊙_⊙;) 7. Die Ärzte - Schrei nach Liebe (arguably the most important title on this list) 8. Tic Tac Toe - Ich find' dich scheisse (partly very misogynistic, normal at the time and branded as "girl power" but it was so refreshing for a young girl to see/hear this and feeling validated in expressing negative emotions instead of being all girly, fun, cute and positive all the time) 9. Matthias Reim - Verdammt, ich lieb Dich (um. I have no explanation.)

10. Lucy Electric (whom I've just now learned is actually spelled Lucilectric wtf lmao) - Mädchen (another "girl power" song, but rather ironic I think now. Well. Probably one of my first girl crushes I had as a kid, I just realised.) 11. Fettes Brot - Emmanuela (I wanted to put "Jein" by them but omg I've never seen the video. Brown facing as "Mexicans" that's so embarassing... shout out to "Schwule Mädchen" - Gay Girls - by them though which is to be found here) 12. Pur - Abenteuerland (Crying. 90s german kitsch my beloved. Shoot me I guess.) (here is a sneaky sneak title of a party compilation during which I always shout and cry when it comes on lmao) 13. Oli P. - Flugzeuge in meinem Bauch (He used to be one of our prettiest TV boys at the time and the song is still played today. It's a cover. Which is better than the original in my opinion lmao) 14. Die Ärzte - Junge (I cannot put less Ärzte on this list which was supposed to be ten titles long. They're just. (One Of) The Best German Music Has To Offer. also: tw g*re for the video. Not the lyrics.) (okay lemme sneak another one of them in, its just so good and tw depression in a great way) 15. Ben & Gim - Engel (what a visual snäck <3 still think he's super pretty, christ. I loved that song and lived it when I was sixteen. <3 wanted to get wings tattooed on my back ahahahha the video is absolute bullshit and must have cost about 9€. good for them.) 16. Die Prinzen - Küssen verboten (hah! its THEM again! &lt;3 they've been my main german song influence when I was in primary school.) 17.) Wise Guys - Wo der Pfeffer wächst (this is clearly the most obscure title on this list. They're a local a capella band which I grew up listening to. Survived my first break up listening to this on repeat lololollll) 18. Bodo Wartke - Da muss er durch (okay, maybe this one is the weirdest one though. Poor amphibian.) 19. Peter Fox - Schwarz zu blau (almost forgot the song which contains my favourite lyric in German Lyric History since Freude Schöner Götterfunken: "Ich seh' die Ratten sich sattfressen im Schatten der Dönerläden." LOVE THIS SONG!!!) 20. AnnenMayKantereit - Oft gefragt (super melancholic and hurtful memories connected to this band & song. I know them personally but cannot go into details.)

BONUS: Wir sind Helden - Nur ein Wort (A FAV 4EVER. I'm 99,99% sure I recommended this already but it HAS to be on this list. Love the Bob Dylan homage) Thank you, betsie, again for this ask. It was a pleasure. If you or anyone even remotely interested in doing something similar would tag me I'd be super happy! Love music, love experiencing new songs through recommendations! <3 Take care, mwah! <3 PS.: I'm So Sorry the links are all fucked! But there should be one possibility to click in every single title + test. The more I touch and try to fix them the worse it gets apparently. TT.TT Sorry.

[borathae]

Red

"Jungkook knows that he can always use his safeword with you. Even during your most passionate of roleplays."

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Comfort Fluff, slight Smut in the beginning

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, implied sexual situations, implied prisoner & cop roleplay, implied spanking & pain play, nudity, use of his safeword, the most comforting & loving aftercare for both <3

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: i can't find the ask rn, but someone once asked me if Koo ever had to use the safeword with her and how that went. so i decided to write it for you besties and it comes without a surprise that this is incredibly comforting and lovely 💗

 

Jungkook is a masochist. That much is sure to both him and you. He likes it when the ropes pinch a little. He likes it when the overstimulation burns so fiery. He likes it when the tug on his hair stings. And he likes it when the impact play leaves tender spots behind. Jungkook is a proud and very happy masochist. Pain is pleasurable to him, it gets him off.

But even for a proud and happy masochist such as himself, the pain can get too much. He is only human after all.

For tonight’s roleplay, you tied him to a metal pole with his back turned to you and his arms lifted above his head. He can rest against the metal post with his elbows if he wishes to do so. He is entirely naked and drenched in sweat by now, while you are still completely clothed. Tonight’s role play – like all your other role plays – was discussed into the smallest details beforehand. He is supposed to be your prisoner who refuses to give you crucial information and you are the morally corrupt detective who uses torture to get what she wants. It is so hot and sexy and so much fun. You interrogated him as he was tied to a chair and had a vibrator strapped to his cock, manhandled him a little as you shoved him from the interrogation room (your office on normal days) to the torture chamber (the playroom on normal days) and you used just the right impact toys in just the right order to really get him going. It was so much fun until suddenly it isn’t. 

You strike his tender and very red buttocks with the wooden pedal. You didn’t change anything in the way you strike him. You use the same angle, the same speed, the same strength, but it still gets too much for him. The once pleasurable pain becomes incredibly real. 

Jungkook tenses up and instantly yelps up, “ah! Red!”

“I’m stopping”, you exclaim and drop the pedal, “you’re safe. I’ll come closer and undo the bindings, okay?” 

“Yes”, he gets out, nodding his head. 

You caress his back slowly as you work with the other hand, studying his face worriedly.

“Are you okay? What happened?” you ask him. 

Jungkook meets your eyes and drops his temple against the metal pole, showing you how truly ruined you got him.

“I’m sorry”, he says.

“If you are sorry about using your safeword, be quiet. I’m happy that you used it. Did it get too much?” 

“Yes, too painful. I didn’t like it anymore.”

“I hear you. I’m sorry that I didn’t catch your signs.”

He shakes his head, “there were none. The pain suddenly felt too real.” 

“I see.” You lean in and kiss his cheek. “Good job for stopping it. I’m sorry for actually hurting you. I never meant to hurt you in a way where it feels real. Can you forgive me?”

“It’s okay, Mommy. It’s not your fault. You did everything right, but my body just had enough. Thank you for being such a good Domme.” 

You smile. He always knows exactly what to say to reassure you. There was never an instance when you felt like a bad Domme or like you had to be ashamed of what you did. He always reassures you and praises you just right.

“Thank you, Bunny. Thank you for being the best sub ever.”

He lets out a shy giggle. You smooch his cheek in reaction. The knot of the ropes finally opens. His weak arms instantly fall down, knocking a surprised groan out of him.

“Sorry, god sorry, I should have warned you. Are you okay?” 

“Yes, but everything hurts. Mommy, I can’t stand for long. I feel dizzy.” 

“Hold onto me. I’m here”, you gasp, instantly picking him up in your arms. 

He drops his head onto your shoulder, limbs wrapped tightly around you. He loves being carried by you. He thinks that it is impressive how strong you are. It is also really hot to him, but he can’t think of that aspect right now. He feels too ruined for it, finding comfort in your arms as you carry him to the sofa.

The sofa in the playroom is soft and has very comfortable cushions to rest on. He sinks into them with a relieved sigh, having to sigh again when you kiss his forehead.

He is currently resting on his side, while you are kneeling next to the sofa. You are facing each other. Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open when you brush his messy hair out of his forehead. He smiles tiredly. You retort it, kissing his forehead again.

“Does it hurt lots?”

“I guess. It feels like a numb pulsing.”

“I see. I’m sorry, Bunnybaby. I’ll get you something for the pain, yeah?”

He nods his head.

“Do you need pain meds as well? Or just something to cool?”

“Just something to cool.”

“Alrighty, I’ll be back really soon.”

You stand up and wrap him up in a warm blanket so he wouldn’t get cold.

“And, Mommy?”

“Yes, Bunny?”

“Maybe something to drink too, please?”

“Of course, Bunny.”

Jungkook sinks into a mixture of wakefulness and sleep while he waits for you to return. He dreams but it feels as if he was just vividly imagining things. It is such a nice and comfortable state to be in. 

He opens his tired eyes when he hears you come back. You are carrying a tray of snacks and whatever else you need to take care of him. 

You kneel down next to the couch, greeting him with a tender kiss to his cheek. 

“Hey, there.”

“Hey, Mommy”, he whispers, smiling sleepily. 

You lift the glass of water closer to him, guiding the metal straw to his lips. You put it there so he wouldn’t have to move out of the position. Jungkook gladly sips from it, gazing at you. He finishes half of the water.

“Good boy. Here’s a little treat for you. Open up.”

Jungkook obeys happily. You put a piece of hard candy on his tongue.

“Mhhhm, my favourite”, he gasps in a pitched voice, letting it melt on his tongue.

“Everything for my Bunny”, you say and kiss his cheek. You wipe the hair from his temple. “Now. I’ll get behind you and wipe some cream on your butt. Is that okay?”

“Yes, ‘is okay.” 

You climb on the sofa, nuzzling yourself into the cozy nook behind his legs. The couch is big enough to house both of you comfortably. It was very important to you and him when you purchased it that it has enough space for both of you. Aftercare for you and him is very touch-heavy. Cuddles, caresses and being physically close are what work best for the two of you. So it was important that your aftercare couch would accommodate these needs comfortably. 

You lift the blanket off his butt, making sure to keep the rest of him covered. You inspect him. Almost the entire space of his buttocks is reddened. In the middle of each cheek, the first indicators of bruises have started to form. No wonder that it got too much for him. Looking at him, it would have taken you maybe three more strikes and you would have stopped it for him. 

“Looking at you, I feel reassured I’m not an awful Domme. I think I would have given you like three spanks max before I’d have stopped it for you. So I still know the signs.”

“You’re not an awful Domme. You’re the best Domme ever. I feel so safe with you”, Jungkook whispers, dragging his words sleepily. 

“Thank you, Bunny”, you say, giving his back a little kiss before you straighten up again. You pick up the tub of cream and put some of the cooling ointment on your fingers. You spread it on his raw buttocks carefully, going especially gently on his bruised spots.

“This feels so good”, Jungkook breathes, body growing slack in relaxation, “I’m so tired.” 

“You can sleep if you need to.”

Jungkook hums. Afterwards, you and he fall into comfortable silence. You use it to massage his tender spots while he falls asleep. Or so you think until he breaks the silence in a soft voice.

“___?”

“Yes?” 

“Do think that it’ll ever stop feeling so good?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Aftercare. It feels so good with you. It’s like coming home. Do you think this will ever stop?” 

“I don’t think it will. At least I hope it won’t. I try to make it nice.”

“It’s so nice.”

You smile fondly, gazing at the back of his head. 

“I don’t think so either. It’ll always feel so good. I know it”, he says and sighs contently.

You look at him, feeling your heart race unbearably. You love this man so much. You have to be closer to him. It is impossible to exist otherwise.

You open the blanket to get under it behind him. You spoon him, wiggling your arms around him. Jungkook melts into you, holding your hand instantly.

“You know that I adore you, don’t you?” you whisper into his hair. 

“I adore you too.” He kisses your knuckles. “And I loved today. Thank you for this. I’d like to do it again someday, just maybe with less spanks.”

You snicker. He does too.

“Mhm yeah, agreed. Less spanks, more edging.”

“Nooo. No edging”, he whines with a pout.

You chuckle, talking between kisses to his face and neck. 

“Yeees, all the edging for you.” 

“Mommy, this is so unfair”, he complains, shivering each time you kiss a new spot. This is so relaxing to him.

“I think it’s fair.”

Jungkook huffs out air and pouts. You laugh fondly, cradling his cheek so you can turn his head to you. He gazes, but pouts for dramatic effect. You decide to take matters into your own hands and kiss his cute pout away. 

Jungkook gladly accepts it, heart racing like crazy in his chest. He turns in your hold, hooking his arms behind your head which naturally deepens the kiss. 

Truly, being with each other feels like home. Even something as serious as using your safewords will always end in comfort and love. That’s what it means to be with your soulmate. 

[httpiastri]

I need an opinion on a thought that’s been brewing and as saviour of the Paul girlies i think you may be the only one for the job…

Yeah ima just spit it out : Paul Aron size kink

I could leave it there however i simply do not want to I have too many thoughts, i mean obviously First his hands like oh my god??? How FUCKING TALL he is, how fucking built, also his back omg it is so big and I am SO attracted to it like honestly i could take the best nap of my life on there!!!!!! WEARING HOS CLOTHES!!!!!! And he just feels all protective and territorial because he never realised how much smaller than him you were till he sees you wearing his clothes making them look huge!!!! Him realising that it’s making him feel some kinda way iykwim cause he’s literally so much bigger and stronger, and not only is he bigger and stronger but also you trust him so fully anyway (please dont feel any pressure to respond if you dont wanna, and verry sorry about my English lol)

bestie you’re doing god’s work 🙏 thank you SO much for this oh my god. my brain stopped working for quite some time because i loved this too much. i love you, whoever you are <3<3

(headcanons are under the cut because yes, i went a little overboard. but as i said, i loved this too much......guys pls keep the paul asks incoming, they're literally making my days)

(oh and 18+ below. 😁)

– when he starts to realize how big his hands look on you, he won't be able to keep them away from you. he's always got a hand on your body.

– he's driving? a hand on your thigh. you're in public? a hand wrapped around your waist. out with friends? your hand is intertwined with his, no questions asked.

– when holding your hands, he's so surprised every time. he forgets that your hands are that small and the way that his fingers fill the gaps between yours makes him feel so special.

– he loves the way it looks when his hands wrap around the inside of your thighs, and how easy it is for him to pry your legs apart. his palms cover up most of your skin, fingers fitting right along your curves and folds.

– he loves holding both of your wrists in just one of his hands above your head as the other palms your bare ribs. he loves wrapping a hand around your neck, his thumb brushing up and down the front of your throat, feeling your pulse and breaths under his finger. he loves the way he can grab so much of your hair in just one hand.

– he loves using his hands and fingers to rile you up, to pleasure you, to make you feel so so good.

– the first time he saw you wearing his clothes, he almost combusted. his eyes widened so big you thought they would pop out of their sockets…

– it made him realize just how much bigger he is. like, he knew he was tall, but is the difference really THIS big? when he sees you wearing that hoodie of his that's been getting kind of tight recently when he's been putting in some extra work in he gym, and it's so long on you it meets the middle of your thighs, he's swept off his feet. he almost doesn't believe it.

– of course, after that, he thinks he's going to be a little sneaky about it and 'forget' clothes at your place every once in a while. the first time it happens, you text him like "hey, your sweater is here, do you want me to bring it over?" but he tells you it's no stress and that you can keep it for a while… and it makes you suspicious at first, until you realize what he's doing.

– and of course, you can't help but give in to the temptation. you do want to wear his clothes, too, after all. so the next time he comes over, you're wearing said sweatshirt, and his jaw practically drops to the floor when you open the door for him and you're looking up at him with those sweet, innocent eyes.

– so after that, it becomes a habit. he's got a bunch of clothes at your place, and you love wearing them. and when he wears a shirt he's seen you wear, he always feels a bit special. "she looked so tiny in this… but it fits me so well…"

– he gets so protective in some way, because he suddenly sees you as someone so small and in need of protection. he never wants anything or anyone to bother his sweet little baby ever again.

– and it's not just shirts, but also sweatpants and most other clothes too. whenever you're out and you 'forget' to bring a jacket of your own, he always offers you his. and you always practically drown in the material, making his heart flutter so hard.

– i also think he would freak out if you wore his boxers… (in a good way)

– he would get so so riled up if you wore his clothes but nothing underneath. like a long hoodie but with no pants, or a white t-shirt without a bra…

– he would not survive for long.

– oh and he loves to fuck you in his clothes. but that's a story for another time. :)

– istg his chest muscles are thicker than the pillows i sleep on…

– anyway

– naps on him would be so good. idk about you all but i love sleeping on hard mattresses 🤭

– he would love having you lie on him. your cheek pressed to his big chest, skin on skin, your soft breath on his neck making him feel so warm inside. feeling his chest rising and lowering as he breathes, your fingers absentmindedly drawing little figures into his skin.

– or why not lie on his back? his shoulders are so broad and he's so tall that most of your body would fit on his back. very cozy.

– and oh my god, giving him back massages. jesus christ, he would go crazy.

– your little hands, your pretty little fingers brushing against his skin. pressing into his muscles, massaging away any knots. feeling the bumps of his spine, the folds of his shoulder blades, every definition of a muscle. he doesn't understand how your small hands can bring him so much pleasure, but he's putty in your hands immediately.

– just standing next to him is so shocking. like, race car drivers are supposed to be short, what are you doing? who allowed this?

– he towers over you and he always finds it so cute. he loves how you have to get into your tippy toes and pull his face down to be able to kiss him, and the way he can pretend to ignore you and stay out of reach just to annoy you. he loves teasing you (in a lot of ways-) and it's just too easy for him to get a rise out of you when using your size difference.

– and even something as simple as asking him to get that ingredient from the top shelf because you can't reach makes him so smug and cocky. you needing his help and him providing it will never fail to make his day.

– he loves to rest his chin on top of your head. when you're out with friends, when he comes up behind you as you're cooking dinner, any time and any place. especially when also wrapping his big, muscular arms around you from behind, especially when they're around your neck like in the last pic.

– oh, to have you trapped underneath him. he loves hovering over you and caging you between his arms. he loves watching you squirm as he's holding your wrists above your head with one hand, the other running up and down your ribs to pull out shivers and shudders by his touch.

– and the way his hand practically covers up your entire side, the way your frame is so small compared to his… it makes him so impressed because despite how little you are in comparison, you still trust him so deeply?

– he could literally break your neck or femur or whatever bone with his bare hands but here you are, batting your eyes up at him like he's the only man in the world, so sure that he would never do anything to hurt you. and it makes him freak out a bit, but he's also so proud.

– and despite the size difference, you still take him so well? it makes him unbelievably hot.

[watchyourbuck]

hey sofia! how are you? any new wips you have that you could a sneak peak for? any old ones you miss working on? have a good day!

omg stop i love this question!! hi nonny!! im oki, just busy<3 how are you?? also yes!! ill share a lil smth of each °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

so as for new wips, im working on a stablished buddietommy fic that should be ready on tuesday if all goes well

Buck made a sound at that, hiding in Eddie’s neck. He placed a few lazy kisses right under his pulse point, relishing in the little mewl it got him. “What time is it?” “Late enough to get on with the day,” Eddie whispered, glancing at Tommy from over Buck’s frame. He was still asleep, covered to his pits. So, that’s who’d taken the sheets. “Want any breakfast?”

i also have an abandoned buddie fic (jealous + getting together). idk whether to continue, what do you think?

Putting the phone down, an idea brew deep down. It’s not like he’d encourage himself to pursue it, but these days his free will was dauntingly compromised. He swallowed. This could go one of two ways, and he wasn’t very keen on finding out which. However, the more he thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. His pleasure wasn’t his own anymore, and giving away the one part of himself he could control could do the trick. To forget, to move on. Move on from Eddie.

concerning wips that i have paused we have murder husbands, which i swear im getting back to. heres a snippy from chapter 4

He swallowed, the man’s spit running down his throat and out the corners of his mouth. Messily. “Fuck me,” he urged; demanded. Buck’s right hand flew up, covering half his face with it. He felt the back of his eyes tense. Too much pressure. “I don’t take orders from you.”

and my absolute love love baby wip which is the prince au (snippy from chapter 3):

The stranger was slightly shorter than the Prince, dressed in proper, yet not elegant enough attire to be a royal. His hair was darker than night, and so were his eyes, although what stood apart the most was the overwhelming worry on them. His hand traveled from the Prince’s upper arm to his forearm, then back up. Then Edmundo put his head on the man’s shoulder.

id also share something from Arcane3 (the build a fic game fic - see pinned post on my blog), but this post is already entirely too long so sdfghj thank you for ur ask i truly enjoyed answering <33 MHAW

tagging a few besties! take this as my friday tag game! @spagheddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @honestlyeddie-im-bi @babybibuck @diazsdimples @hippolotamus @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunshinediaz @hoodie-buck @buckleyobsessed @bucksbirthmark @urfactual @eddiebabygirldiaz @thewolvesof1998 @jesuisici33 @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @bigfootsmom @tizniz @spotsandsocks @devirnis @bidisasterevankinard @theotherbuckley @exhuastedpigeon @firemedicdiaz @kitteneddiediaz @your-catfish-friend @cal-daisies-and-briars @elvensorceress @daffi-990 @neverevan (let me know if you wish to be removed!)

[twilghtkoo]

hi can i make a req for haechan? like he sees his significant other’s graduation picture, whether accidentally or oc sent/showed it to him is up to you (i took my grad photos last week, this is me asking to satisfy my guilty pleasure) thank you so much ��

pairings. haechan x reader

genre. just pure fluff :(

notes. hehehe i love this one sm, thank u for the req anon <3 this is also not proofread i literally wrote this so fast bc i wanted it out asap

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you had just received your cap and gown photos from your school, immediately looking through the gallery of the numerous shots you had taken. the photographer really didn't let you see the photos when you were there, but you're grateful you're at least able to pick out your favorite ones for the graduation.

it's a couple more months til you are finally able to close off on your education and spending most nights crying in front of your textbooks and finally start a new chapter with your degree. being internally grateful for haechan, who's been beside you on those tearful nights, becoming some sort of pillar in your life. you are sure if he wasn't with you, you'd be a college drop out.

you were satisfied with a few of them, saving them to your camera roll and sending the selective to your boyfriend.

haechan is with the dreamies, having some schedules overseas. your text being sent to him as he's eating a late dinner in renjun's hotel room. he digs his phone out of his pockets, a muffled scream coming out of his nose, his mouth full with the bite of food he took seconds ago. his legs are bouncing, excitingly as he struggles to unlock his phone.

"what is it?" renjun asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"yn texted me." he nods knowingly, going back to food.

haechan finally manages to open his phone, tapping on your messages.

bubs *4 attachments*

bubs it's almost over T^T

thankfully, haechan swallowed his food because he abruptly stands up from his chair, holding up the phone so close to his face with a sulky face.

"gosh, you scared me. . what?" renjun sighs, holding a hand to his chest as he glares at his friend.

haechan just cooes at his phone with a pained expression, his knees becoming weak at the images displayed on his phone. "my baby, oh, my heart." haechan let his legs give out, dropping to his knees as he holds his phone close to his chest.

renjun just eyes him for a minute before taking the phone from his hand. "what is it?" he questions.

his friend is next to coo, "aww, she looks so cute in her cap and gown." renjun compliments your photos.

"yeah, i knowwww. . ." haechan prolongs, still on the floor, renjun thinks he's crying at this point, able to make out sniffles.

haechan knows the distress and tears that your studies have caused you, he's been there through most of them. the amount of times you've questioned your self-worth and abilities to succeed. yet, he believed in you and pulled you out of those dark, self- deprecating thoughts.

haechan takes his phone back and stares at those photos of you a bit longer, he notices how your smile doesn't reach to your ears, like how he makes you smile. but it's still genuine and holds such an awarding and dazzling look that exceeds accomplishment.

my love im so fucking proud of u baby

my love you look so pretty im literally in tears

my love im framing these

renjun i think u broke haechan bestie

[sorcerous-caress]

Re: making homemade porn w your loser elf bestie FNSKFKSODKE GOD YOUR BRAIN IS SO HUGE AND WRINKLED!!! I deeply enjoy how one of this biggest degenerate losers in the forum falls off the face of the planet for a few weeks, comes back with a human partner, and suddenly the whole forum is like “our human 👁️👁️”

Now I am thinking more about bullying him for the camera. Sipping the thought of sitting astride him while slowly grinding on his cock and watching how red his face gets like it’s fine wine. Delighting in how his eyes get hazy and he babbles so desperately in whatever language his poor porn rotted brain can conjure up in the moment. He’s so cute when he’s losing his mind over the way your insides feel wrapped around his dick while the camera peers between your legs and watches him barely slide in and out of you. A witness to how just a bit of tight human hole makes such an elegant, graceful creature fall apart at the seams and lapse into an animalistic state. Yeah sure the two of you may take inspiration from the large amount of suggestions you get, but honestly this is your favorite way to have him <3

As an aside I NEED more of your thoughts on the people on the forum getting on his nerves and making him, dare I say, possessive? 👀 It’s one thing for him to willingly show you off, it’s another to have others so brashly ask to borrow you. I wonder if we would ever accidentally get a peek at some of the online messages that refer to him as our boyfriend 👀

(I also have some cute fluffy ideas for this pornbrained loser but this ask is already so long, I sowrry 🙈)

—🩵 Anon

"O u r Human 👁 👁" XKSJKSJXJAKAJX i love your humour

Honestly, if he also stayed a lone loser on the forum and never met you, then he'd have the same reaction to someone else bringing a human there.

He is aware it was mere fate and chance that you chose him, pure luck. That's why he doesn't feel bad about being a bit selfish and never fully showing you the forum or suggestions.

Like yes, these people are his community and were there for him when normal elf porn websites removed their human category after some some public backlash. These forums were the only reason he could even experience sexual pleasure anymore.

But now he has you. A whole real human to himself. One so willing and enthusiastic about sleeping with him, he would be crazy to pay attention to anyone else.

On the fluffy side, you were also his first ever real friend, before he knew you were human. He really has spent his days with brainrot as he fell deeper and deeper into the porn addiction, his views on actual humans morphing and mixing with fantasy. The thing that helped bring him pleasure was also becoming an addiction that made it akin to impossible to make any friends.

But he met you online, also by fate, and the two of you clicked. Played video games together or chatted by texts for hours deep into the night. He has replied to the weird memes you've sent him at 3am almost immediately since he never has the need to sleep.

You became another source of happiness for him, a true blessing he thanked Corellon for everyday.

He was so excited to meet you, preparing an entire day of fun things you can do together. But you just had to be the most attractive human he has ever seen, huh?

And yet you didn't reject him or think he was weird when he couldn't keep his obsession from showing, your insides felt so amazing as you held him close and whispered praises into his ear with every thrust.

Indulging him with your body and making him almost pass out from happiness, his heart was immediately yours to do whatever you wished to with. Even if you squeezed it and stepped on it, he'd thank you and find it the hottest thing ever.

The forums became a thing of the past, his human magazines that he spent so much of his salary on collecting and getting every new edition the day it dropped, are now forgotten and collecting dust.

He's very clingy and is a sad mess whenever you leave his apartment to go back to your home, you haven't invited him over yet so he has to helplessly wait until the next time you come over.

Coaxing you to stay whilst eating you out, using every trick in the book he can think of to convince you on why it's better to just spend the night at his place. If you want to stuff then he is ready to drive you there and back here just to get them, you don't have to lift a finger and be his lovely passenger princess.

Although, now his salary goes into funding this homemade porn new habit of his. Buying only the best of the toys for you, the highest quality vibratiors and lingerie that's tailored to your body.

He gets off using them whenever you're not around, watching a past video of you fucking yourself with these toys as he does the same. Just the idea of them having been used by a human gets him on the edge, but the fact you were that human specifically is what gets him to cum whilst crying your name.

You're very eager to film with him. He notices the way your lips curl from humiliating him on camera, softly bullying him as you tease and edge his cock. Making him fuck you with the slowest pace possible and turning him from a respectful noble high elf, into a desperate needy pathetic whore who needs his cock inside you to function.

Elves known for their grace and wisdom. The fact he has lived way more than a century and yet you reduced him to an animalistic state as he fucks you with all of his power.

High elves call sex lovemaking instead, consider it to be a joining of soul that's full of love passion and gentleness like no other. Yet he is leaving his marks along your body, squeezing your thighs so hard until his handprints stay there, kissing and sucking on your neck and throat so he can spend the whole night admiring his work while you sleep.

Sometimes during your sleep, you do hear a wet sound besides you, heavy breathing and a muffled moans as he strokes his cock, rubbing at the head to quietly get off. He doesn't dare touch you while you sleep, merely laying besides you in agony at never being able to get off on his own no matter how many times he fucks his own fist.

Your smell is everywhere too, that human scen that your kind is blissfully unaware of. He can smell it on his clothes that he lets you borrow, pillow cases and sheets.

Even his home office isn't free from it, as much as he tries to keep that space neat and tidy in case of a video call work meeting, he just couldn't refuse your request to tie him to his office chair and suck him off while he tries not to cum.

He gets the same heated feeling between his legs whenever he sits in that chair since then, clearing his throat and hiding his tenting hard cock under his desk from the camera on his work laptop. Keeping the facade of being a calm, collected noble elf.

More on the fluffy moments, he found out he likes having his ears petted gently because of your curiosity that one time. Usually elf ears are off limit since the pointer they are, the more a show of pride they represent.

Elves are discouraged to touch their ears or anyone's because of that, since they were children. Parents would tell their kids that their ears would flop or stay in weire shapes if they let others touch them.

But you just did it one day, without regard. Asking if you can try something and just reaching out towards his face. At first he panicked when he realised it was his ears, but then it felt...good.

Your touches were gentle, comforting. He found himself relaxing and leaning into you, not even caring if this is considered inappropriate. Human hands are really soft and round in comparison to elves, almost like these hands were made for the sole purpose of petting things.

Another time, you two found each other by mere chance at a supermarket while shopping. He usually avoids all humans and never looks them in the eyes, but he couldn't look away from you since the second he recognised you.

The two of you spent the afternoon shopping for groceries together, getting to know each other's food preference and actually having a good time. It reminded him that he never lost the friend he made in you, that sex never made you view him differently.

He took note of a particular snack or drink in your cart. The next time you went to visit him, he had it in his fridge for you. He isn't very good at cooking, but sometimes he shares elven dishes with you.

They're heavy on the vegetables and spices, and each dish prefers complexity rather than simplicity. He knows the tastes might be too intense for humans so he prepared a watered down version of it for you.

You make the mistake of kissing him after it, and just the taste of the original dish on his lips sends your tastebuds into alarm. One flavour after another invading your sense, it's like everything all at once was pushed to the limit. He confesses that magic is involved in making that dish to intensify the spices, but he rubs your back as you chug water afterwards to try and wash it out.

One time, you accidentally mixed your glasses and took a sip of elvish alcohol, a single small sip. You were hungover for three days after and had to take time off work. He stayed by your side in bed and nursed you back to health. Thankfully, the cantrip he was born with does alleviate pain and refresh the mind.

He admits he finds it adorable, how humans are oversensitive to so many "normal things". Like a fresh breath of life trying things for the first time.

As for the possessive side, he'd probably get really defensive about you on these forums. Claiming since he is your "boyfriend" then he has every right to be protective of you and never allow anyone else the chance to contact or meet you.

He doesn't think less of you for sleeping with him or being friends with benfits. It is one of the many things he really admires about humans and find unimaginably hot. Even if you never start a relationship with him, he will die happily knowing he was your boytoy for all of your lifetime.

What he hates is the potential that he might lose you to someone else. That other human enthusiasts like him no doubt also find these things hot about you and would want a piece for themselves.

And it's making him more possessive of you, feeling more entitled to the videos you two film. Half of them he doesn't actually share on the forums and just saves for himself. He took editing courses on the side to learn how to fully make your identity untraceable so that none of them gets the chance to find you let alone your online accounts.

[vibratingskull]

"Hi there!💙

I saw requests are open again..🤩

May I ask for another Thrawn x f reader drabble, this time smutty?😈

I was thinking about something nsfw, just you and your secret lover enjoying another hot night on the Chimaera after duty...good food, wine, jazz music..and he's happy to show you his skills sharing his knowledge of the Chiss "Art of Love"😁

Thank you!!!!!🥰💙" - @ele-millennial-weirdo

Here you go bestie, smutty action for you &lt;3

Thrawn x f!reader

tags : cunni, p in v, blindfolds, handcuffs

- What do you have in mind? You ask shivering

He kisses the corner of your mouth

- Something new, he murmurs , do you trust me?

-Yes, you let out in a breath.

He nods approvingly before making you spin.

- Let it happen.

He ties a ribbon over your eyes, blocking your sight. You shiver with anticipation, biting your lower lips. You feel his lips tenderly kissing the crook of your neck and his hands caressing your shoulder, playing with the braces of your babydoll. He let them slide as his hand snake their way to your front and grasp your breast, kneading them over the fabric. You giggle, your hand takes a fistful of his hair, keeping him in place. Not seeing a thing is making everything thrilling and exciting, so much you feel goosebump appearing over your skin. He licks your neck with a satisfied growl, making his chest vibrate against your back. He nibbles at your skin, surely leaving a hickey behind and marking his territory. He pulls on the string of the babydoll, loosening it up, permitting him to slide his hands inside to grope your tits and playing with them, he circles your bud with his thumbs, pinching them from time to time. You let out a moan at the warm sensation of his palms over your tender mounds of flesh. Your inner walls start to clench in excitation and you roll your hips against his, feeling him tight in his trousers. 

He chuckles.

- Impatient, aren't you? 

- Aren’t you? You moan.

- Everything in due time.

He stops and guides you towards the bed, delicately pushing you down over the pillows. You hear a metallic rattling before feeling the bed sinking next to you.

-Hands up, he orders.

You obey without refraining your excited smile. You feel a cold sensation circling your wrists and a locking sound. Your hands are now unmovable. You gulp and squirm on the bed until you feel something incredibly soft caressing your lips. A strong odor fills your nose as it  passes over your mouth. A rose. He lits it and kisses you, your tongues meeting in a sensual embrace. You savor the kiss like a treat, moaning in his mouth. He parts with you and you feel the rose caressing its way from your jaw to your breast, circling them. It tickles you a bit. He pulls on the fabric, fully opening the babydoll and exposes your tits to the fresh air, you feel your bud hardening and peek. He takes them in his mouth, lapping them, licking across them, kissing them softly. He bites one, earning a yelp of surprise from you. You squirm and whine under his ministrations, your body waving with excitement, awaiting what’s next with impatience.

The rose comes back, trailing from your breast to your navel and then your venus mound. He licks the trail, kissing your mound with reverence.

- Lower… You plead.

You hear him purr, a deep rumble coming from the back of throat, making his whole chest vibrate. You wish you could purr in synchrony with him. Your raise your hips and he takes out your panties, revealing your pussy to him, you hear his puring deepen as he holds your thighs open for him. 

Once again you feel the rose trails down your slit and you can’t refrain from bursting out laughing.

-Ah! It tickles!

He chuckles and does it again, prompting you to jerk your hips away with a laugh. He holds your hips down, caressing your legs and spreading them apart. 

You gulp, feeling him caressing your inner thighs, then you feel his breath as he kisses and nibbles them. You mewl with great pleasure, the sound getting more deep and guttural as he slowly approaches your cunny. 

He blows on your cunt, sending shivers down your spine. You await with excitement, biting your lips. He parts your pussylips with two fingers and traces them tenderly. You curl your toes in anticipation, your breath getting stuck in your throat. He takes a sloppy lap at your cunt with the flat of his tongue with a moan from the depth of his throat. You growl, digging your nails in your palm. He starts sucking on your clit, his wet tongue circling your pearl and licking all across, tickling you. You mewl and coo, your back arching and your inner walls clenching.

- Oh maker…

You gulp under his assaults, getting wetter by the seconds, you feel your walls contract, your pussy so painfully empty.

- More… Thrawn please…

You wave your hips but he holds them down, stroking them with his thumbs. He smooches your clit and tongue fuck you thorougly, parting your folds with his wet muscles, grazing your g spot with ease. You moan uncontrollably, earning a deep purr from him, he always liked hearring you. 

- You taste divine, ch’acah, he growls.

You humm, too lost in the pleasure to formulate a sentence. He inserts two fingers and scissors you while he goes back to licking your bud like a lollipop. He hooks his fingers, knuckles deep, and caresses your inner soft place. You feel all your inner muscles contract by waves more and more rapidly until you squirt in his mouth with a yelp. 

Out of breath, you hear him drink from you while purring, he sounds really pleased. He lapps the remnant of your juices from your pussy and your tighs.

- Thank you for the drink. You imagine him licking his lips.

- I’m sorry for that… You’re not even sure why you’re sorry in the first place, but you can’t help feeling embarrassed.

- Do not ever apologize for that!.In fact I will make sure you will do it again right now, he rumbles.

You flush, squirming under his imposing presence.

You feel him changing position between your legs, the bed dipping a bit. 

He spreads your legs wider and you feel a long and warm shaft against your cunt, coating in your creamy fluids with a back and forth motion. You jolt at the sensation. Then he slowly slides his cock inside you. He deeply sighs at the sensation of your cunt swallowing his dick.

- Maker, you're so tight, he lets out.

You gasp at the sensation of being stuffed, he makes a circling motion with his hips, earning a moan from you. He lets you adjust to the size of his veiny, girthy length before thrusting. He starts with a slow, languid pace, moving in and out of your warmth, delicately massaging your wet inner walls. You can feel his cock leaking and twitching inside of you. You wrapp your legs around his waist.

- More… you plead between two mewls.

He grunts and fastens his pace, jerking his hips, with a deep, brutal pace. He pushes the air out of your lungs with each thrust, fucking you silly. Your back arches and your eyes roll inside your head. You gasp and whine, holding the bed frame for dear life. Rutting you with obscene noise, flesh slapping against flesh, juices mixing. You feel your breast bounce as he rolls his hips against yours. You yelp, and cry and he moans and purrs. He grabs your hips to hold them up, deepening his thrusts.  He pounds you like a jackhammer, digging his nails in your tender flesh. You grit your teeth. Slowly and surely, the pleasure build up and spread through your veins with waves. 

Your inner walls clench and contract, strangling his cock. He buries it deep to the hilt with gasps, You’re trembling with your whole body, muscles shaking. 

You come with a silent scream, all your body tensing up around his girth. You squirt once again, and you hear a deep satisfied rumble from the deep of his chest.

His thrust begin to get sloppy and erratic when he finally comes to a stop and cum inside you, his potent seed leaking out of you as your cunt milks him dry. 

He places his hand on your tummy as you both catch your breath. He leans forward and slide his other hand under your head to untie the blindfold. The light blinds you a bit at first, forcing you to squint, but you can quickly see the face of the man you love. Sweaty, out of breath, muscles flexing and disheveled hair. He slicks them back, his chest moving up and down, you take the occasion to admire him. 

Maker, he’s handsome.

And all yours.

He caresses your tummy tenderly, almost mind-absently, eyes on his hand. He doesn’t pull out of you, remaining seated between your thighs. 

- Can you free me? you ask, rattling the handcuffs.

His gaze shifts, like you called him back from his thoughts. He looms over you and detach the cuffs, you massage your sore wrists. He puts his forehead on yours, closing his eyelids. You look at his face with nothing but love in your eyes, caressing his cheek. He holds your hand in his palm, with a satisfied sigh while you cockwarming him.

- Everything is okay? You ask, murmuring

- Everything is fine. I was just measuring the chance I have to be with you, he kisses your palm.

- It’s me who should say that, you pout.

- Then we are both lucky, ch’acah.

He kisses you softly, like a secret, embracing and hugging you.

-... incredibly lucky.

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar

@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton

[lurkingshan]

Hey Shan!!

So, while starting my exploring indian queer media project, I'm also currently working on catching upto several of the japanese qls I've missed out on in the past 3-4 months or so (a list you have indirectly heavily contributed to). But, I'm completely lost as to which shows I should start with, and I also don't have the time to watch them all. So, you're picking them for me instead!

Could you choose any 4 of the shows from your Japanese QL corner for me? I will watch what you tell me to, no further questions asked, I trust your judgement fully.

Thank you!!!

It would be my pleasure, bestie! Of the shows I've been tracking in JQL Corner since late January, here are the four I think are most worth watching (completed shows only):

She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat. Run, do not walk! I'm not sure if you've seen season 1, but if not definitely start there. Don't be intimidated by the episode count, they are only 15 mins each, so the whole show across both seasons is only 7.5 hours. You can access the files here with excellent subtitles from @furritsubs.

Perfect Propose. A simple story about childhood friends who reunite while one of them is suffering intense burnout and exhaustion due to a toxic work environment. This one is a short and sweet six episodes and you can access it on Gaga.

Ossan's Love Returns. It's a sequel but you don't have to watch the earlier seasons, it gives you all the info you need to follow the story. This show is fucking hilarious, has an amazing cast, some interesting and thought-provoking storylines, and one of my favorite drama couples. You can watch it on Gaga or, preferably, using these files with much better subs from @isaksbestpillow.

Love is Better the Second Time Around. Another six episode shortie, this time a second chance romance between adults who meet again after a bad ending in their teen years. Great characters in this one and a more mature than usual approach to intimacy. You can watch it on Gaga.

[wandawiccan60]

I’m Sorry

An Alfie Solomons X Freya(FemOC)One-Shot

A/N: Hello everyone I know I have ghosted for a while just school and other things have happened lately good and bad really. But enough said but here is a lovely lovely One-Shot that I had the honor with working with my bestie and lovely @i-love-th-characters1. We thought of this story out of nowhere and we decided to make Alfie be such a brute because we thought that Alfie never really apologizes so we decided to make this tale of him and we are very proud to share this short and yet long one shot of the lovely King of Camden Town and his beautiful Scandinavian. Gypsy Freya(our very own OC). Romance, Friendship, etc is presented before your eyes and I hope you all enjoy this as much as me and I-love had such a fun and brainstorming time to bring this to life. Without further ado please as always enjoy, Reblog, Comment, and thank you all for being around I appreciate it every single one of you.

Summary: ”I'm Sorry." 

Two words that she never thought she would hear from the man in front of her. If she's honest, she did look at him like he had 3 heads. Silence took over as they both stared at each other, wondering who would break it as his apology lingered between them.

WARNING 18+: Fem is a Virgin, Lit SMUT, Cussing, Mentions of Alcohol, & Lots Fluff

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The old grandfather clock chimed throughout the small hallway indicating that it was past 10 o'clock at night. Freya was peacefully sitting on the red velvet couch facing the small chimney fireplace. While in her hands she continued to read a book that she got from one of the bookshelves. Cyril was lying next to her feet on the floor while the smooth breeze of the ocean outside the window came inside the lit-up living room. Freya let out a low sigh placing the closed book on top of her lap feeling uneasy about Alfie not arriving home yet. 

“Where could he be, it’s getting late?” she said out loud resting her back against the head of the couch hearing the crackling sound of the fireplace continuing to burn. 

Feeling like time was going slow for Freya, Sophia, their young maid, appeared inside the living room making Cyril lift his head up from his nap. 

“Would you like me to get you anything else for tonight Mrs. Solomons?” the young girl asked while picking up the silver tray from the small brown table in front of Freya.

“No, I’m quite alright now, Sophia thank you. It's best you head home. I'm still waiting for Alfie to arrive from his workplace. Don’t you worry about me, I can take care of the rest of the house. You have done a lot today which I appreciate very much and so does Alfie but enough said. Oh, and yes, your payment for this week's salary I’ll get that right away for you my dear. I’ll be right back,” Freya said, walking her way out of the living room to head to Alfie’s office, while Sophia put away the tea tray in the kitchen area.

A few minutes later Freya returned with the young woman’s payment in her hands, she saw Sophia giving cuddles and scratches to the big Bullmastiff. She smiled at the site while the big dog lay on his back enjoying the amount of attention he was getting from the young housemaid. 

“Silly Cyril you, now come on then off to bed with you. Go on shoo, shoo,” Freya clapped commanding the big brown mutt to go away but was not listening. 

“Hehe, seems he doesn't want to go to bed just yet, but I must go now Cyril I’ll see you tomorrow you sweet dog,” Sophia cooed raising herself on her feet smoothing out her white shirt dress.

“Here you go love,” Freya said handing over the young woman’s money as she continued speaking, “We’ll see you at the same hour in the morning as always, you walk safely back home now. Goodnight Sophia.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Solomons, and I’ll be here at 7 in the morning sharp like I always do. And it is a pleasure to serve you and Mr. Solomon-.”

The front door suddenly burst open making both women jump back in fright, noticing Alfie angrily mumbling some words under his breath. Both Sophia and Freya couldn't quite catch what he was saying, as he shut the door with force. 

“Fuckin’ hell can tonight be something more difficult than the other nights,” Alfie loudly said walking his way towards his office room not noticing the girl's presence who have been seeing his small tantrum all this time.

“Umm, well then that means he didn’t have a good day at work I suppose. I apologize for my husband's behavior Sophia, he really isn't like this every night believe me. Anyways again goodnight dear, until the morning,” said Freya, opening the door for Sophia feeling embarrassed on the inside from Alfie’s actions.

After Sophia left the house, Freya with a small temper growing from inside, quickly walked her way toward her husband's private office. Cyril followed right behind as she opened the door with ferocity, seeing his back facing her way.

“What the fuck is the matter with you, Alfie? Have you gone out of your mind coming back home with that temperament?” Freya questioned, closing the door behind her and crossing her arms in front of her chest glaring her eyes directed at him.

“So fuckin’ what, eh? I can act whatever way I want, yea, you won’ understand the amount of shit I went through today,” he said, forwarding himself on his knuckles on top of his desk, letting out a big frustrated sigh.

Freya let out a slow sigh trying her best to steady her breathing, wanting to try and communicate with her loving husband. She felt her body relax until she talked to Alfie once again.

“Alfie, talk to me, you know you can always tell me what is wrong,” Freya said, placing a gentle hand on top of his left shoulder but he shoved her hand away from him startling her with fright.

“Why would you fuckin’ care about what happened to me at the job today, it's business that you won’t understand. And now you here telling me ‘what is wrong,’ like if talkin’ will make me feel better,” he said giving a menacing look at his wife, Freya felt chills forming through her body appalled by how Alfie was raising his voice at her.

“Are you listening to yourself, Alfie?” Freya now had her voice raised while her hands turned into tight fists as she continued on speaking, “What is the matter with you, how dare you're raising your voice at me when it isn’t my fault you had a terrible day at work. And you're standing here taking your anger out on me. Who by the way is your wife? Who wants to try and understand what the hell caused you to act like this.”

“Do me a favor, my dear yea? Why don’ you just leave me alone and shut your goddamn mouth and instead you can fuck off from my site yea! You're makin’ my damn head hurt more just by looking at your face,” he said breathing heavily in and out from his nostrils, Freya stayed silent feeling as though a sharp knife stabbed through her heart.

Not wanting to stay any longer Freya angrily walked out of Alfie’s private office, shutting the brown door with a loud bang. She leaned her back against the wooden door placing her hands over her eyes and letting out a small quiet whimper. She felt tears forming through her dark hazel eyes, inhaling a long breath of air as she walked her way through the small hallway. She grabbed a long black scarf from the coat hanger and wrapped the material around her shoulders. Freya made her way out of her house without a care in the world, as some thunder was heard in the far distance. Indicating that a storm was coming in but that didn’t stop her from walking her way to who knows where. Back inside the house, Alfie took out a bottle of whiskey from a side drawer of his desk. Before opening the cap, he stared at the bottle for a moment until he saw Freya’s face.

Realizing what he did and said to her was incredibly wrong and inside his soul, he was regretting it ever so much. Grabbing the whiskey bottle with his right hand he frustratingly threw it across the room, making a big splatter spot on the wall. Along with the pieces of glass shattered throughout the floor as he let himself fall on top of his armchair. Tilting his head back looking up at nothing else but the ceiling, exhaling a long sigh while he had his eyes closed. 

What the fuck did I just do… I’m such a fuckin’ idiot…

Alfie walked his way out of his office room, walking through the hallway towards the stairs that led up to the second floor. Cyril walked alongside him making their way up wanting to apologize to her for acting such a dick towards her knowing that his anger got the best of him. Alfie reached the bedroom door and before going inside he softly knocked on it. 

“Freya… sweetheart, I’m… forgive me for screaming at you. I… I don’t know what came over me,” Alfie said, letting out a disappointed sigh and placing his right hand on the doorknob making his way slowly inside the room.

But to his shock, she was nowhere to be found inside but only their empty bed and a small table lamp on the other side of the room. Alfie panicked feeling his heart racing out of control, as he walked his way back down the first floor. 

“Freya. Freya, where are you?” he called out looking from one room to the other, not finding any trace of her whereabouts.

Alfie started to become more agitated after failing to find her in every part of the house thinking about where she could be or run off to. Alfie caressed his fingers through his short brown locks, letting out another irritated sigh. Wondering where Freya could have gone too and somewhere he and she would know to go when they wanted to clear their heads out. That's when it suddenly hit him where exactly Freya could have gone to.

The old stone bridge… she must have gone there…

Alfie didn't wait another minute to pass by and made his way out of the house, leaving Cyril all alone in the house. Outside the dark chilly night, it started pouring small drops of rain as Alfie walked his way towards the path that leads to the old bridge. Where they met for the first time when they were in their adolescent years. He only hoped and prayed that Freya made it there safely the rain however only continued to come down heavily.

This is all my fault…my own damn fucking guilt…

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14 Years Ago: Somewhere In Camden Town

"Follow the path, Cyril. You know better." A young Alfie told his then puppy. 

The pup happily sniffed and walked along the path again, a path he and Alfie took for their afternoon walks for a few months now. It was all very familiar to both boys. Today was no different, or at least, it wasn't supposed to be. Yet, their ears picked up on something. 

"Stop." Alfie whispered to his pup who stayed in place in front of him, waiting for his owner to be closer. 

Looking around, Alfie couldn't place where the sudden singing was coming from. Not that he minded the joyous and raucous tune, but the path is known to be private, which is why he began walking Cyril here two months ago. Straining his sight again, he finally saw a figure under the old stone bridge. 

A young woman, to be exact. She was dancing while singing. Her swaying movements and the unfamiliar tune was like a siren's song to the young man and his puppy. Neither even felt themselves starting to walk in her direction. Their feet simply had minds of their own. Slowly, they approached the young woman who hadn't seen or heard them yet. She was too busy dancing her heart out, the jingling of her many necklaces clinking against each other adding a different beat to the, what Alfie could tell was a, foreign song. He was in a trance as he watched her body move. Nothing provocative, nothing grand. She just seemed so free. Cyril looked up at his owner, wondering why he hadn't said anything yet if he liked seeing the girl dance so much. So, being the curious puppy he was, he happily barked. 

The echoing noise immediately had the young woman stopping her movements and her song as she sharply inhaled, clearly startled as she looked towards the direction in which the bark came from. 

"No, no, shh." Alfie told his dog as he tried to subdue the embarrassment he began to feel since he had gotten caught staring.

Instead of being able to control his puppy, Cyril barked again, and again, and again. His tail was wagging and his ears stood up halfway as he wondered why the girl wasn't singing or dancing anymore as she kept looking at them. Alfie wasn't sure what to do as he looked up from his dog. His eyes met the young woman's, and he could tell that she was either seconds from running away or she was too scared to move and was hoping they'd leave first. He knew one thing was for certain; neither parties moved from their spots as they simply stared at each other. 

He could tell she wasn't from here. He had never seen her in the town, much less under the old bridge that he has been passing under daily for two months. He softly cleared his throat as he gave her a tiny nod, unsure of what to do as she kept looking at them. He wasn't sure if she'd do them both harm, though she didn't seem to be a bad person. Cyril, on the other hand, was still curious about this girl who seemed so free a moment ago and was now hesitant to leave the safety of the shadows of the bridge. 

So, Cyril took matters into his own paws and sniffed the trail as he wandered over to where she was standing. He was surprised when Alfie didn't bother stopping him. Looking up at the girl who slowly looked down at him, Cyril barked, wagging his tail to let her know he was friendly. He sensed that she was being cautious, and the pup didn't blame her. He and his owner were strangers to her after all. He sat in place and softly whined, giving her the best puppy eyes that he could muster. Alfie took cautious steps towards the two, stopping just under the beginning of the bridge. 

He watched her necklaces clink together as she slowly moved to kneel down in front of the puppy. Cyril immediately climbed into her lap, causing the young woman to seem taken back by the gentle action. The pup nudged one of her hands with his small nose, letting her know it was alright to pet him. Carefully, she very lightly patted his back, now curious about the tiny animal in her lap who seemed happy to see her. So she patted him again, and again, and again. Each time, she grew less afraid, less cautious, and soon, Alfie felt himself smiling as he watched her scratch Cyril on his belly which caused one of the pup's back legs to scratch the air. 

He found her smile breathtaking, even if it was directed at his dog and not him. 

"I…um, we're sorry for interrupting you." He said, noticing how her eyes were taking all of him in. 

It made him feel too warm for his own comfort, but some tiny part of him deep down enjoyed the attention from this beautiful young woman. 

She only gave him another smile, seeming confused as to what he was saying. Deciding to try and help the situation, Alfie carefully kneeled down in front of her and his pup, hoping she could tell that they're both friendly and meant her no harm. 

"Cyril." He told her, pointing at the puppy. 

She tilted her head slightly to the right, still seeming confused. 

"Cy-ril." Alfie repeated, only slower this time so she could grasp the name. 

She looked at the dog, slowly nodding. Though she didn't say anything, Alfie knew she understood. Suddenly, she was pointing at him, head tilting to the right again. 

"I'm Alfie." He said, placing one of his hands on his chest. 

Her eyebrows raised in confusion. 

"Al-fie. Al-fie." He slowly repeated, being patient with her. 

She gave him a slow nod, understanding that he was introducing himself. 

"Alfie Solomons. I live here, in Camden. Do…Do you live here?" He asked, only to receive no answer.

They both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Freya," She softly spoke, copying him and placing one of her hands on her chest, 

"Fre-ya." She said with a smile. 

"Freya." He repeated the name, liking how it rolled off his tongue. 

She happily nodded after he had said it. He stretched out his right hand towards her, watching as she looked at it with curiosity. 

"You give me your left hand, and we shake 'em together. That's how you greet someone who you just met." He explained.

Freya still didn't understand, so he gently took her left hand in his right one. Very slowly, he shook hands with her, noticing that she seemed to be paying close attention. 

"It's nice to meet you." He said, adding a slight smile for good measure. 

He tried to let go of her hand, but she didn't want to let him go. She had never been so patiently dealt with by someone foreign to her. Alfie felt himself blushing as they just awkwardly kept holding hands, wondering why she would choose to keep holding on to him. 

"Do you live here?" He asked her again, only to earn another head tilt. 

"Um," 

His mind was racing as he thought of ways to gesture at a house or anything that resembled a home. Suddenly, an idea hit him as he spotted a small twig beside his leg. She let go of his hand as his other began picking up the twig. He did the best that he could to draw an outline of a house between them on the sand beneath their legs. 

"Home?" He asked, motioning to his simple drawing. 

All Freya did was curiously look at him before something visibly clicked within her. She pointed to the twig, and Alfie quickly gave it to her. He was so caught up in looking her over that he hadn't realized what she was doing. That is, until a voice was heard in the far distance. 

"Freya!" A man's voice shouted.

Alfie watched as she happily turned around, looking towards where the voice came from. Turning again to face her new friend, she pointed behind her. 

"Tata." She said with a smile. 

Now it was Alfie's turn to give her a look of confusion, watching as she handed a snoozing Cyril to him before she carefully rose to her feet. He quickly followed, careful to not wake his puppy. 

"Freya!" The man's voice shouted again, sounding slightly closer this time. 

"Tata." The young woman repeated to Alfie who gave her a slow nod. 

Then it clicked. 

'Must be her father.' He thought as she gave him another smile. 

"Home." She softly added as she tried her best to copy how he had pronounced the singular word, once again pointing in the same direction she had a moment ago. 

"Oh, right, yeah. I best be headin' back myself. 

"Home?" She asked with a curious expression, her words laced with happiness. 

"Yes. My home is that way." He answered with a slight smile, pointing behind him, his thumb gesturing towards the path he and Cyril took.

"Jutro." She said with a look of hope. 

Once again, he was confused. 

"Jutro?" She asked instead, hoping it would make a difference. 

"I…I don't understand." He softly explained, taking a step closer to her.

"Jutro…jutro." She slowly repeated, making a gesture with her hands as she also took a step closer towards him.

Alfie paid close attention, trying to grasp what she meant as he closely watched her hands. Her left hand stayed still as her right one moved back to the front over her left. 

"Jutro?" She asked in a whisper. 

Then it hit him. 

"Tomorrow!" He blurted out, finally understanding. 

"Jutro!" She happily hummed out, grateful that he knew what she meant. 

"I'll come back tomorrow. Me and Cyril," He pointed to himself and his pup, 

"Will meet you," He pointed at her,

"Here." He promised as he pointed between them.

They were both happy that they had reached an agreement, just in time, as her father called out a third time, the voice closer now. She reached towards Cyril, giving his head a loving pat, being careful to not wake him. With a final look to Alfie, Freya slowly waved at him, giving him such a sweet smile before she hurried out from under the old stone bridge. He watched as she soon disappeared into the fog that was covering the far distance of Camden. 

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Some Time Later

Freya, Alfie, and Cyril were inseparable. Wherever one was, so were the other two. The three spent much time each day under the stone bridge. It was mostly because Freya was scared to leave its safety. She had never dared go past the bridge, and Alfie never forced her. Until one month later when one particular morning Cyril had stepped on a small thorn and Alfie wasn't sure what was wrong with his pup. 

"Mate, you're limping." He said in concern as Cyril sat in place. 

Squatting down, Alfie carefully looked over his whimpering pup, trying to figure out what the source behind the discomfort was. 

"Alfie!" Freya happily called out to him from under the bridge. 

Looking towards her, he waved at her since she was waving at him. 

"I'll be just a second, alright? Something is wrong with Cyril." He called out to her as worry towards his dog's health began creeping into his head. 

Freya quietly watched as Alfie sat on the floor and Cyril didn't climb in his lap. In her eyes, it was all too strange that the puppy would rather sit on the floor than in his owner's lap because Cyril loves being in her and Alfie's laps. 

She could hear Alfie talking to Cyril, but all he would get in return were whines and whimpers of discomfort. Worry rose within her, and it was so fast in that moment that she hadn't realized her feet had minds of their own. They quickly walked her out from under the bridge and towards her friends. She sat beside Alfie, who glanced over at her then back to his dog, but then he quickly fully looked over at her. 

"Cyril." She said in worry with a small frown. 

Carefully, she picked him up, doing some inspecting of her own to see if Alfie possibly missed something when he had done the same just a second ago. 

"Freya, you're-" 

"Found it." She announced as she very gently laid the dog on her lap. 

She spotted a very small thorn wedged between the pads of his left back paw. 

"A thorn?" He asked her as she held it up for him to see. 

"Yes." She answered before flicking it away from them. 

"Better, Cyril?" She asked the pup as she set him on all fours. 

He happily wagged his tail before barking, obviously in a much better mood. 

"Freya," 

She turned to look at Alfie who wore a surprised expression on his face. 

"Yes?" She asks curiously. 

"You're out from under the bridge." He told her gently. 

She looked behind them, finding he was correct. She had left the safety of the bridge. Yet it didn't feel different now that she was out from under there. She was with Alfie and Cyril, which made everything seem normal. 

"Is good?" She hesitantly asked him. 

He gently smiled at her, enjoying that she had learned the English language so quickly with his help.

"Do you feel good about being here in the open?" He asked her. 

After giving the question some thought, she nodded, giving him a smile in return. 

"Then this means I can show ya the shops in the town." He excitedly said, and the thought of seeing all the different stores and products they have to offer caused her to smile again. 

That day, while they were in town, he asked her if she would allow him to be her boyfriend. She looked at him in slight shock as she thought of what he had just asked.

"If you don't want to be with me, I understand. It's just…I fancy you so much, Freya. You understand me like no one else does. You're beautiful and kind. Your nature is to heal and comfort. Mine is to destroy and create chaos. But none of that happens when I'm with you." 

"Yes." She answered once his words ceased. 

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Slowly, big smiles began to spread across their lips before she happily hugged him. He hugged her back, holding her tightly as she excitedly giggled into his chest. 

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1914: World War I

Two months passed before their lives drastically changed. A war had begun, and by what Alfie told Freya, any and all help was needed. 

"They sent me this." He told her, holding up a folded paper. 

"What is it?" She hesitantly asked. 

He took a good long look at her. He didn't want to tell her. He couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the sadness he knew would be on her face. He didn't want to tell her that he might die far away from home. Yet he forced himself to answer her. 

"It's a letter. I've been…" 

She stepped closer to him, seeing the worry in his eyes,

"I've been drafted. They need me to go fight. I leave in two weeks." 

Silence lingered between them as they looked at each other.

"You can't leave." She whispered as a small frown took over her lips. 

"I have to. They'll punish me if I don't." He softly explained. 

"But…But what if you don't return?" She asked him.

Tears began to form in her eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. 

"I will. I will return. That much I promise you." 

Those two weeks were spent with each other. The young couple felt that they couldn't get enough time together as the day they both dreaded quickly approached. When that morning came, the two closely stayed by each other's sides as they waited for the designated train to pull into the station. 

Freya couldn't stop thinking about how to help Alfie feel less nervous. He was holding her hand as if his life depended on it. Then it dawned on her.

She moved to take off one of the many necklaces that hung around her neck. Making sure she had the one she wanted, she moved to stand in front of her boyfriend. He looked at her with curious eyes, wondering what she was doing. He had his answer when she held the necklace towards him. Understanding that she was trying to help, he slightly dipped his head down and felt her carefully slip it over his head. As it rested against his chest, he looked down at it, finding a small coin-sized plate hanging from the chain. The name of his girlfriend was engraved in a fancy font on the face of it. 

She had opened her mouth to speak, but the train was coming into the station, blaring its horn in the process. The other men, young and older and who had also received a letter that requested their help in the war, began saying goodbye to their significant others or their families. Slowly, Freya's eyes met Alfie's. 

"I promise to come back to you. No matter how far away I am, you'll be here in my heart. That's why you gave me this, right?" He asked as he pointed to the necklace. 

"Yes." She answered in a whisper. 

The train horn blared again, and even though the recruited men didn't want to, they all began lining up beside the train car to board it. Mothers and wives were crying while waving their sons and husbands off. Looking down at Freya, Alfie tightly embraced her. It was warm and loving, and neither wanted to let go. Reluctantly, he was the first to pull away after a solid minute. 

"Don't cry, my love." He whispered as he gently wiped away her tears. 

She placed her hands over his own, wanting to feel them in hers one last time until who knew how long. He leaned down, placing his mouth over hers, and she followed along by closing the space between them. The kiss was beautiful; familiar, and slow as they tried to be physically connected for as long as they could. When they couldn't breathe anymore, they pulled away, and after they caught their breaths, she sadly watched as he picked up his bags. 

"Can I ask you for a favor?" He spoke softly. 

"Anything." She answered quickly. 

"Will you please look after Cyril and collect my mail while I'm gone? I don't get much, if any, but I'll write to you every chance I get." He explained. 

She gave him a nod as it sank in for both of them that they were not dreaming and would be apart with neither knowing for how long. With an apologetic expression towards her, he began to also join the long line of recruited men. 

He was only 15 feet away from her, yet she was already missing his touch. So, she did what any love stricken girlfriend would do. 

"Alfie!" She called out. 

He was about to fill an empty spot in the line when he quickly turned around. He was met by Freya rushing towards him, and just before he could drop his bags, her arms were around his neck. The force that came with her was so great that he almost lost his balance, but the young men on his right and left sides steadied him. They gave him knowing smiles as they took his bags and held them for him. His arms were wrapping themselves around her waist once his hands were free. 

When she looked up at him, they kissed again, the action done in haste as the train horn was heard again. When they pulled away, Alfie rested his forehead against hers. 

"I love you." He told her with such seriousness that she couldn't help but smile. 

"I love you, too." She responded, and he slowly began to let go of her just like she did to him. The warmth they both felt from the embrace quickly turned cold as the two young men handed Alfie his bags again. Freya smiled sadly at him, earning the same smile from him.

A woman gently pulled her away from the line as it shortened, telling her that it was safer to wait by the waiting area than be too close to the tracks. Freya learned that the woman was a mother and had just said goodbye to her three sons. They both stood together, watching in fear and sadness as the train began to slowly take off. Alfie waved at her, just like the woman's sons did. The four had gotten seats right beside some windows. Freya waved back at him, trying her best to not cry so Alfie wouldn't remember her like that.

From that day, exactly one week passed until she heard from him. She was sitting in the living room of his home. Cyril was lying beside her as they both occupied the longest sofa. As she went through the mail to see if he had written to her, her heart raced when she saw her name on one envelope. She dropped the other few envelopes to the floor and got to opening hers right away. Her eyes were met by her boyfriend's handwriting, and they didn't hesitate to begin reading. 

'Freya, 

I am missing you. I know it has just been a couple of days, but I cannot wait to see you again. It is hard to be away from you for this war against France. I know that what I am doing is for the good of people, but nothing truly feels good without you. I am hoping to see you again soon. But, until then, know that I love you dearly and that I left my heart with you, my darling. 

I love you, 

-Alfie 

Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized that only a week had passed. How long would it be until they saw each other again? Would he make it back? Would this war turn him into someone she wouldn't recognize when…if…he returned? Looking at Cyril, who was closely watching her, Freya continued to softly cry. The dog became concerned, so he moved his head to be in her lap. As soon as she felt Cyril's weight, she hugged him, crying into his fur as he lowly whined. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“Freya. Freya, can you hear me love?” Alfie called out walking through the big green forest both his shoulders and hair drenched in rain.

He has been calling out for his wife for an hour or so hoping that she didn’t go far from where they lived. Beneath his shoes the pathway was muddy in some spots trying his best to not slip. Some paces later Alfie saw a black smokey cloud in the distance. At first he thought it would be Freya’s family that were set at camp but as he made his way towards the cloud. It turned out to be the old stone bridge where he and Freya would mostly spend time together and where they first met all those years ago. It’s like he could remember it like it was yesterday.

How time flies so fast…

Seeing the smoke coming from underneath he carefully made his way down a steep path. Once making it down Alfie embraced the site of the old bridge placing a hand against its few stones. Remembering the old days of both him and Freya’s life when they would meet each other secretly. Until Freya’s father found out about their meetups one day and it caused both of them to not see or speak to each other for weeks. But eventually Freya told her father that Alfie was nothing but a gentleman and a marvelous boy towards her. Knowing that Alfie wasn’t never the type of man to lay a hand on her for any reason. Her father at first didn’t believe in her daughter for a while but eventually when one day Alfie without feeling afraid. Went to visit her home and talked with her family hoping that they will see a different perspective and let Freya be his friend. 

“If you ever do anything that will harm my lovely daughter you stay away from us and never come back. Is that understood boy?” Said Harald Freya’s father pointing a sharp finger at the young boy which in reply a nod in agreement. 

And after that discussion Freya was free to see and speak with Alfie which she was relieved that her father finally let her see her friend. It was as if that event just happened yesterday how he wished to relive that moment one more time.

Alfie then made his way towards the large opening of the bridge where he found Freya sitting on the wet cold ground. Hugging her legs together while she stared at the small campfire she made not too long ago. Her long dark brown hair was wet from the rain as well as her clothes. It didn’t bother her since she is after all a gypsy who has traveled to many places. And the rain was one of her favorite weathers feeling like she is at peace for the most part. Freya didn’t notice his presence until Alfie sat next to her. She scooted a bit to the side still feeling upset towards him not forgetting what he told her earlier. Alfie noticed this not wanting to push her buttons anymore knowing he has caused so much tonight. The crackling sound of the wood against the fire continued and Freya and Alfie didn't say much for a moment. While the sound of faint thunder was heard far towards the distance as the drops of water continued to gently pour down. Alfie wanted to say something at first but he didn’t feel brave to say anything yet. Freya tightens her long black scarf around her shoulders, feeling the cool wind feeling shivers running through her body. Noticing this Alfie without exchanging any words removed his long black coat from himself. He gently placed the warm material over Freya making her flinch but yet welcomed it. She looked him in the eyes giving off a small faint smile nodding her head in “thank you.” Alfie returned the gesture they both didn’t say much again. As some time has passed for too long Alfie finally surprising himself at the words he said next.

“I’m sorry,” is all that he could say looking forward to the fireplace.

When Freya heard him say those two words she looked at him with a confused look. Not believing in what he just heard him say.

“What did you say?” She then said wanting to make sure she heard him correctly.

Before he said anything he sat straight while clearing his throat. He turned to see his wife having to repeat himself again. Inhaling a small breath he heard himself again saying those two words he mostly never says until now.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you back at home my love. My frustration and stubbornness got the best of me and I never meant to say those things to you either. Work has been a pain in the ass these past couple of days and today was the worst of them all,” he says, lowering his eyes looking at his hands biting his lips together as he went on, “once those words came out of me mouth I knew I'd made a terrible mistake. Looking at your eyes I saw how hurt you felt and I wanted to just kill myself then and there for what I have said to the love of my life. I just…just.”

Freya could see the tears forming against his blue eyes knowing that he meant every word that he was saying to her. Seeing and hearing the guilt in his eyes and voice wishing he could take back what he didn’t mean to say. She also felt her eyes filling with tears as one teardrop stream down the corner of her right eye gently wiping it away with the back of her right hand. No words were exchanged Freya tightly hugged Alfie around his neck almost making him tilt to the side. But they both steadied themselves; she then felt his arms wrapping around her embracing in each other's arms. 

“I know you didn’t mean those words my love, but that doesn’t make me stop loving you no matter what. I love you so much my Alfie, like you don’t imagine,” she said leaning back to look him in the eyes, placing her right hand against his left cheek as their foreheads touch each other.

“I promise you at this very moment that I’ll not let my emotions get to me very easily. Because I never want to see my flower look sad and hurt ever again. And I love you too my Freya like you don’t know either,” he said back, placing a small light kiss on top of her forehead.

“I hope you know I’m not one of your workers who will tolerate your screaming and shouting, Alfie. I'm your wife." Freya reminds her husband placing both her hands on each side of his cheeks.

Alfie nods immediately. "I know, sweetheart.”

"Don't you ever do this to me again, yes?” Freya says, sounding not too angry anymore with a more relaxed smile.

He gives her a small smile while nodding again. "I wouldn't dream of it." He says as he gets closer to her. 

She can't stay mad at him forever, so she also gets closer to him. He leans down to kiss her, and when their lips touch, it all comes flooding back to him. The very first moment they shared their love for each other. 

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She could only imagine the beautiful bodies of other young women he had seen before she had ever met him. How could she compare? Surely they were much more beautiful than she. Every scar she had ever earned, from quick evacuations with her family when they encountered danger throughout their travels, were on display. They were like directions to every imperfection she had. Yet there she stood in front of the edge of his bed, bare. He stood before her, wearing only boxers. His bright blue-green eyes drank in every centimeter of her skin before they looked deep into her eyes. 

"Freya," 

The way her name gently left his mouth made her heavily blush. All she could hear in his words was love. The emotion was very clear, and it gave her some relief, but not enough to wash her nerves away entirely. 

“You’re absolutely stunning; a vision, a work of art.” He spoke, genuinely meaning every word.

He slowly closed the space between them, his eyes staying on her face the whole time as he walked a few steps towards her. She suddenly held her breath. She didn’t want to tell him that this was her first time having sex. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a whisper. 

He could see there was some concern written on her face, and it only grew the more he looked at her. 

“Alife, I…” 

He patiently waited for her to say what she needed, 

“I’ve never had sex.” 

His face grew pink at her confession. 

“We don’t have to do anythin’, love. I would hate to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I want to.” She quickly assured him. 

Silence took over between them as they stared at each other. 

“Neither have I.” He confessed. 

“What?” She asked softly. 

“I’ve also never had sex.” He clarifies. 

“Do you still want to…with me?” She asked with hesitance. 

“It would be an honor to have you be my first, my darling.” He answered.

She smiled up at him as her body relaxed a bit more. Slowly, she reached towards him, lightly placing her hands on his bare chest. It showed scars, all of them proof of his time away from home and fighting against enemies. A small smile crossed his lips as he placed his right hand at the back of her neck. His left hand made itself at home at her lower back. Before she knew it, he gently laid her down on his bed, helping her get more comfortable before he was hovering over her. His body was flush against hers but he made sure to keep his weight off her. 

“I’ll look after you, my love.” The promise was said in a gentle voice, and it caused the rest of her nervousness to fade away. 

Slowly, he dipped his head down and his lips began to pay special attention to the crook of her neck, leaving gentle kisses along one side. A sharp inhale had him straightening up. His eyes met hers, only to receive a nod. 

“I’m alright.” She whispered as a blush appeared. 

“I will not hurt you.” He spoke once he realized that she had been enjoying herself. 

Her focus on the soft pressure of his lips against the skin of her neck was broken when an entirely new sensation caught her by surprise. His right hand had begun to slowly trail up the inside of her leg. It traveled up slowly, leaving goosebumps behind as it rested on her hip. Lifting his head once again, his eyes were glued to her. He needed to make sure she was okay with what he was doing. The look of sheer lust in his girlfriend’s eyes was enough to send a blush erupting through his cheeks. He never removed his gaze from her face as his hands met at her underbust. 

“May I?” He asks, hoping he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt. 

“Please.” She answered, arching her back off of the bed. 

He wasn’t sure if it had been the way she sweetly exhaled his name or if the sight of her so eager to be felt by him caused confidence to surge through him, but he was grateful that she trusted him so much. Slowly, his hands made their way up her sides, stopping on either side of her breasts. Very gently, he cupped them at the same time, earning a satisfied hum from her. 

“You’re warm.” She spoke, causing a chuckle to leave his mouth. 

“That’s one of the reasons you’re with me, innit?” He asked, watching a smile form on her lips. 

“One of many.” She answered, closing her eyes as his large, calloused hands began to completely cover her breasts. 

It was a nice contrast of rough against smooth. She enjoyed the way his hands held her so perfectly as his lips began kissing down her chest. They moved to kiss her left breast, then her right, and each kiss felt better than the last. He loved the way her back arched into him; it told him that he was doing a good job so far, and he wanted to keep that up. His index and thumb fingers found her nipples, and he gently began rolling them between his fingers at the same time. 

“Oh!” She moaned out. 

Her hands reached out to grab his arms, but by no means was she trying to get him to stop. Instead, she pulled him closer, and her fingers threaded his hair. She could feel immense heat between her legs, knowing that as much as she wanted to take it slow, she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her eagerness aroused him so much that his erect cock was throbbing in his boxers. Yet, he didn’t want to rush anything, for her sake. The last thing he wanted was to wind up hurting her unintentionally. His lips continued their kisses along her chest, leaving light love bites here and there, before they trailed kisses up to her neck. One of his hands left one of her breasts to gently glide down her stomach and stopped just above the place she needed his touch the most. She moaned into his mouth, hoping to convey her feeling of arousal to him enough for him to be bold enough to touch her. 

“Alfie, please.” She whimpered after they pulled away.

“You’re sure?” He hesitantly asked.

“Very sure. I need you.” 

“Say less, my darling.” He hummed out. 

He never removed his gaze from her face, his eyes boring into hers as his hands continued to move down her body while his mouth kissed every inch of her skin that was available. Finally, his fingers rested at her core, and the heat radiating from it was enough to make him groan in approval. Very slowly, his fingers circled her clit, and the look of pure relief flooded her face just as her head tilted back. Her back arched off of the bed and her hands found his hair to grab hold of. 

“Alfie…” 

The way she moaned his name had him circling her clit a little faster, wanting to see if the same blissful look would cross her face again. It did, and it made him so happy to see her enjoying his touch. His hands had done unspeakable things during the war, but none of that was important in that moment. Very slowly, he slid his finger inside of her, the accumulation of her arousal having made it an easy entrance. He slowly groaned as he felt her walls take his finger deeper, tightening around it while he gently moved it around inside of her. 

“You alright, love?” He asked, earning a moan in response. 

“More.” She breathlessly answered. 

“You’re sure?” He asked, slowing his movements. 

He stood up with his finger still inside of her, but he froze in place when she gave him a look of pure need. 

“I want you to make me yours.” She answered with such a seriousness that had his heart fluttering in his chest. 

“You're…sure?” He asked again as he hovered over her. 

“Yes.” She answered. 

His free hand made its way behind her head, lifting it enough so their mouth could meet for a loving kiss. He removed his finger from her aching walls and that hand swiftly slid down his boxers. No longer was there a barrier between them, and while it made her nervous, she found herself excited to finally be one with her boyfriend. He adjusted himself between her legs, gently parting them even more. When she caught a glimpse of his erection, heat flooded her face. It looked much too big to fit inside of her. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, having seen the way her eyes went a bit wide. 

“No.” She quickly answered. 

“Make me yours.”

Slowly, he brushed his cock along her soaking wet lips, causing them to slightly part. Then, very gently, he began pushing himself inside of her. Their groans harmonized for a few seconds as he stayed put for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to him. Everything felt so warm and so right when their lips connected once again. 

“You feel amazing.” He heavily sighed, the sound sending pleasant shivers up her spine. 

Her walls clenched around him each time he moved, the motion carefully done before he drove himself deeper. He held her body close against his, hoping to ease any pain that she felt. They lasted several minutes in that same position before her legs were wrapping around his waist. Their eyes met, and he could tell that she wanted more. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The speed of his thrusting increased, and it wasn’t long until both of them were moaning messes. She didn’t even have time to process the entirety of what was happening to her before she felt an all too strong sensation flood her body that caused her senses to be at a standstill. He stopped moving, wanting to make sure she was alright as her high ended a moment later. He peppered her face with gentle kisses before his lips were covering hers. 

“Freya, I…I’m close.” He warned her when he felt her walls fluttering around him. 

She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, preparing herself for what was to happen. He was about to move away from her to pull out, but she was quick to stop him by his shoulders. 

“Fill me.” 

A look of shock covered his facial features when he realized she was being serious. 

“Please.” She begged, and the whine alone was enough for him to give in. 

Hugging her to himself once again, he thrusted into her a few more times before he was groaning into one side of her neck. She softly moaned at feeling his hot cum filling her. He stayed inside of her for another minute before very carefully pulling out. He was quick to lay beside her, wrapping her up in his arms as she curled into his body. He reached for his discarded shirt, draping it over her as they both caught their breath. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, being the first to break the comfortable silence that filled his bedroom. 

“Yes. Are you?” She softly asked in return. 

“Yes.” 

“Thank you.” 

He looked down at her and gave her a small smile. 

“Love, I should be the one thankin’ you for trustin’ me so much.” 

She smiled at his words as he kissed her head. 

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Epilogue: 5 years Later

“Where are those two rascals off too again?” Freya said to herself looking around from one room to another.

It has been a while since they moved out from Camden Town where Alfie was lucky enough to inherit a house near the beach. Margate was the name and it has been treating them fairly well where there was nothing else but a wonderful view of the sea and most of all quietness. But that wasn’t the only thing that brought the couple closer together. 

The sound of a small giggle was heard somewhere beyond the hallways which Freya knew exactly who it belonged to. 

“Alright now come out, come out wherever you all are,” called our Freya quietly tiptoeing her way towards where the chuckles were coming from. 

After Alfie and Freya got married some 3 years ago they afterwards welcomed their first child. It was such a blessing for the married couple that Alfie thought it was all a dream. Ellie was the baby girl's name, brown eyes like her mothers with a mix of stubbornness just like her father. It was a day to remember when they heard their baby’s first breath. Ever since that day Alfie was determined to be by his wife’s side, not caring if the distillery could continue without him. What mattered to him the most was his wife and daughter helping Freya out whenever she needed some time away from the baby. One late night however when Ellie was crying for hours Alfie took the baby in his arms while rocking against a wooden chair. He started to sing a lullaby to her in his mothers tongue which surprisingly made the little creature feel at ease. He also didn’t notice that her tiny hand was tightly holding onto his right index finger. He then smiled as he placed a gentle kiss against Ellie’s soft hair.

“I love you my little Ellie always and forever.” 

Freya continued to quietly make her way to the small giggles that she could still hear. Knowing that she is already near them wanting to scare them in surprise. 

“Shhh… be quiet mama is going to hear us,” said little Ellie to someone else.

A couple of months later after the birth of Ellie, Alfie and Freya then welcomed their second child. It was Alfie that encouraged Freya to have another baby which she didn’t hesitate to say no to him. Nehemiah was the boy's name that was given to him. Just like his father he wasn’t afraid of anything, always liking to get into some sort of trouble taking no for an answer but always obeyed his father whenever he would go one step far. But he would also have his moments whenever he felt like he needed to talk with his mother. Trying to also find his calmer side of himself and getting as much advice from his mother. 

“Whenever you feel angry or lost, always remember that I am here for you my love. And so is your father but just know that you're never alone my little one.”

“Oh you also be quiet Ellie I’m sure by now mama will hear us,” Nehemiah said playfully, nudging onto his sisters right arm not noticing their mothers presence.

“FOUND YOU BOTH!” Surprised Freya, making the two children scream from fright. 

Both children got on their feet quickly running away from their mother which she wasn’t too far behind. She scooped Nehemiah off from the wooden floor yelping and laughing while Freya hugged him tightly around her arms. She then placed a couple of kisses on the little boy's cheeks while feeling Ellie hug her mothers legs.

“Haha mama let Nehemiah go, how did you know we were here?” The little girl questioned, still holding onto her mothers leg.

“You both were giggling and that led me to finding your hiding place. But enough of playing around you two how about we get the table ready for dinner before papa comes home. How does that sound, my darlings?” She said kneeling in front of her two beautiful children while they nodded their head in “yes.”

Some time later it was already dark outside as the cool breeze blew ever so gently while Freya and her two children waited patiently for Alfie’s return in the living room. The crackling sound of the fireplace was heard in the background while Cyril lay down beside Ellie and Nehemiah while the children played with their toys. Freya was sitting on top of one of the couches while looking at the clock, seeing that it had passed the time Alfie should be home by now. Quietly tapping her right foot against the carpet floor the trio then heard the front door open. Indicating that they had finally returned home as Nehemiah and Ellie then ran their way out of the living room to greet their father. 

“Papa papa,” said both children in unison as Alfie opened his arms wide out to them while kneeling down. 

They all huddled down to the floor making both children giggle at their action.

“How are my two lovely children doin’ eh? I miss you all very, very much,” Alfie said as he gently stood up off the floor while Cyril nuzzled his wet nose against his owner's face.

“I also miss you as well you big mutt.”

“Ummm excuse me where is my welcoming kiss? I  hope you don’t forget about me Mr. Solomon’s,” Freya said, placing her hands on top of her hips but gave a cheeky smile.

“Hehe why would I not forget my lovely beautiful wife that always brightens my heart whenever I see her hmm?” He said getting up on his feet while Freya smiled and giggled as they both exchanged a kiss on the lips. 

“Ewwww, gross,” said Ellie, making a disgusted face which Freya found funny. 

Once the happy family settled down for dinner the night went on perfectly. As everyone feasted, Alfie and Freya held hands together as they memorized their beautiful little family. Not believing that they have come this far not expecting to have children this quickly. Alfie always thought he would only focus on himself growing his empire until his passing. But when he found Freya all those years ago as a child and saw how they both fell in love with each other. Suddenly all those ideas faded away seeing the perfect future already blooming in front of him. As dinner was ending both Ellie and Nehemiah started to grow sleepy while they all sat in the living room together. Alfie took Ellie in his arms gently taking her up stairs to her bedroom. Freya following close behind held Nehemiah in her arms while the child tried his best to stay awake. 

“Mama I’m not tired yet really,” protested the little boy but Freya wasn’t having it.

“Now my dear don’t be that way, it is late and you need your rest. And we’re going to the beach and if you don’t get your sleep you’ll be tired the next day. Now be a good boy and rest your eyes now, yes?” She said as she opened the door to the boys room as he placed him down on the soft bed. 

“Really mama, do you mean it? Oh I can’t wait to go now alright I’ll head to bed now,” cheerfully says Nehemiah as he gets himself under the bed sheets making Freya chuckle at this. 

“Very well my little Nehemiah i will see you in the morning my love. Goodnight my sweet boy,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on top of the boy's head caressing his left cheek in between.

Once Freya quietly closed the door behind her Alfie was already out of Ellie’s room. They both smiled at each other Alfie held out his hand towards his lovely wife. Freya walked up to him placing her hand on top of his making their way towards their bedroom. Once inside Alfie gently shut the door behind him and without losing another moment he embraced Freya around his arms. They both looked deep into their eyes as their foreheads touched against each other. 

“How is my lovely Queen Solomon’s feeling hm?” He asked, feeling her arms hugging around his neck while she let out a small giggle. 

“Wonderful as always you know I always still question to this day. How did I get very lucky to have you in my life Alfie? Why me and nobody else?” She questioned him wanting to hear those same words over and over again.

“Hehe do you really want me to repeat the same thing over and over again? How many times do I have to tell you my love? Because if I never met you in my life I wouldn’t have known such a wonderful spirit free and goddess like you. And that I am grateful and blessed   to say that you're my one and only woman. I wouldn’t want no one else but you my dear,” he said while gently placing Freya down against the bed hovering above her, taking in her thin lips between his.

Embracing each other in their arms they both laid there nakedly while Freya could hear her husband's heartbeat against her right ear. A small smile was spread throughout her face wanting to be like this forever. And all the while without Alfie not knowing Freya is expecting another blessing that was growing inside her womb.

I love you always and forever Alfie Solomons… until the ends of the earth…

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200

It's a normal case, or as normal as a case gets for them, right up until it isn't.

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Hi besties!

As the title of the fic may suggest, this is my 200th fic!!! Which is insane and amazing and just about everything in between. I just want to take a moment to say thank you to all of you. To anyone who has ever read, commented, reblogged, left kudos or interacted with my work at all.

It is a real pleasure of mine to continue coming up with new ways to write these two being idiots in love for you all, and I'll be here continuing to do so as long as you're all here reading.

So, this is kind of a thank you to all of you. A true Vic special, and I hope you enjoy it.

Please let me know what you think <3

Here's to the next 200 I guess!!

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Words: 7.5k

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Emily Prentiss Whump

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Emily yawns as she pours two cups of coffee, the smell alone enough to push away the final remnants of sleep. She stirs Splenda into the cup intended for her, and is just about to take a sip when her phone rings. She pulls it from her pocket and smiles when she sees Penelope’s name on the screen as expected, her own version of the same call that pulled her and Aaron out of bed only 30 minutes prior. 

“Hi Pen,” she says as she answers, smiling as she feigns ignorance, “Please tell me you’re calling this early just to hear my voice and not because we have a case.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you peaches, but it is for a case,” Penelope replies, sounding far too awake for the time of day, “Hotch has asked for you all to meet at the jet as soon as you can, it’s scheduled for take off in an hour.” 

Emily smiles as she feels arms wrap around her from behind, large, warm palms that had become a source of comfort to her for months settling on her abdomen as he pulls her backwards. She leans back into him, settling into the embrace she knew she wouldn’t get enough of over the coming days. 

“Typical Hotch,” she replies, more for the sake of Aaron than her friend, her enjoyment in winding him up never-ending, “He doesn’t understand us mere humans need sleep.” She barely covers a laugh as he pulls her even closer in retribution, his lips against her neck as she bats at him. 

“Are you ok, Em?” 

“I’m fine, Pen,” she says, turning her head to narrow her eyes at her boyfriend, “You know how needy Sergio can be first thing in the morning,” Aaron smiles at her and winks. She shakes her head at him, only half listening as Penelope talks about how much she misses Sergio, “Well,” Emily says turning in Aaron’s embrace, leaving her pressed between him and the kitchen counter, “He’ll have to come to stay with you one weekend.” She has to pull the phone away from her ear because of the responding squeal, something that has even Aaron wincing, and she draws the call to a close, “Thanks for the call Pen, speak to you when we’re in the air.” 

As she hangs up she feels Aaron’s hands trail up her back, and she raises an eyebrow at him. His only response is lean down and kiss her, capturing any chastisement before she can say it. She smiles into the kiss and wraps her arms around his neck, letting herself enjoy every moment when it was just the two of them before they had to pretend they weren’t together. 

It had been three months since their first date, and it still made her smile when she thought about how uncharacteristically nervous he seemed when he asked her out. They’d been close since her return from Paris. Aaron didn’t expect anything from her other than her honesty, something that the others never seemed quite ready to bear. He understood what it was to face your monster and come back from it different, to feel changed and yet so desperate to fit back into your old life. A square peg in a round hole. They were building something new together, a life they both fit into, and she knew this was it for both of them. That they loved each other. 

Even though neither of them had said it outloud yet. It didn’t worry her, she didn’t need the words, and she knew they were both a little gunshy after everything life had thrown at them. 

She knew he loved her. It was clear. She could see it in his eyes, the way he’d look at her when it was just them and Jack, as if she was the answer to a question he didn’t know he’d been asking his whole life. She felt the same way about him and for the first time her future seemed mapped out in front of her, everything certain after decades of not knowing what she wanted she now knew. She wanted him. 

“You,” she says, pressing her lips to his again before she pulls away, “are playing a dangerous game Aaron Hotchner.” 

“I can’t help myself,” he replies, kissing her cheek before he reaches past her to pick up the coffee she’d poured for him. She shakes her head at him and hums in response, “We should get going soon.” 

She nods, “You head off and I’ll follow,” she says, smiling at him as he wraps his arms around her, “One day we can drive in together.” 

The secrecy was purely practical at first whilst they figured out all of the details, although she couldn’t deny that she also found some enjoyment in sneaking around with him, but she knew it was time to tell the team. The family they had both found in the most unlikely of places. 

“We’ll tell them when we get back from this case,” he assures her as if reading her mind as he kisses her once more before stepping away from her. He finishes his coffee and places his empty mug in her kitchen sink, “Then we won’t have to hide anymore.” 

She smiles at him, “I like the sound of that.” 

“Me too,” he replies, picking his go bag up from near her front door. She feels words she’s been resisting for weeks now trying to break free. Words she knows will one day be something they exchange whenever they part ways, a greeting and a goodbye of sorts that would never lose its meaning, no matter how much they said it. 

“Aaron,” she says, and he turns back to look at her, his key to her apartment in his hand as their eyes meet. She loses her nerve, a ridiculous need for the words to mean something the first time stopping her, and she smiles, “See you on the jet.” 

He smiles in response, and she can’t help but wonder if he’s seen right through her like he always seemed to, “See you on the jet, sweetheart.” 

___

Aaron clears his throat to cover a smile as Emily walks onto the jet. Their eyes meet as she places her bag in the overhead storage before she takes a seat next to him at the table, the only space left by the team. 

“Nice of you to join us, Prentiss,” he says, maintaining a straight face as she flicks her eyes to him, her hands grasping at the file JJ passes her as she sits down. 

“Sorry, sir,” she replies, purposely pressing her thigh into his for a moment, her scent briefly overwhelming him, “It won’t happen again,” she turns to look at him, her eyebrow raised, “Sergio was being a pest this morning.” 

He smiles at her, a flash of a thing he knows only she will see. The team make small talk as the plane is prepared for take-off, and he can’t help but be distracted by her the entire time, highly aware of her presence in a way, if he was honest with himself, he always had been. He feels like a spectator as she smiles and jokes with their friends, her smile something he could see his future in. 

He was in love with her. It was a type of love that went deep, so much a part of him now he didn’t remember how it felt to not love her. He wanted to tell her. He had done a couple of times when she was asleep, her body pressed up against his, but he always lost his nerve when she was awake. He knew she was the same, that she loved him but struggled to find the words, but they had time. Time to figure it out, to get through the things from their pasts that were holding them both back. 

When they are in the air he pulls the file up on his table, a silent sign to the team that it was time to get started. 

“I don’t know how much Garcia told you when she called,” he says, watching as the rest of the team, Emily included, open their files too, “The local police in Ferndale, California have asked for our assistance with what appears to be a serial murder case.”

“Four women, all fitting the same description, in positions of power in their jobs, killed in the same way,” Dave says, sighing, “That’s a lot for a town with a population of less than 2,000.” 

“Exactly,” Aaron replies, “That’s why we’ve been called in. They don’t have the resources for one murder let alone four, and the similarities between the victims were enough to convince the Section Chief we were needed.” 

Emily hums and flicks onto the next screen on her tablet, “All women in their late 30s or early 40s, all…” She drifts off as she’s confronted with the images of the driving licence of the victims. They were all brunettes with dark eyes and striking features. All of them tall, or at least tall for a woman, and seemingly single. They all looked like her. She clears her throat and looks up at JJ who was sitting opposite her, and it was only the expectant look on her face that makes Emily realise she’d stopped midway through a sentence, “All similar looking.” 

“Clearly this guy has a type,” Derek adds, blowing out a breath, “They must remind him of someone.” 

“His mother or a girlfriend,” Spencer says, flipping through his paper files, “It’s the most common replacement that killers of this type are looking for. The career choices of these women seem to be important too, we have a doctor, a lawyer, the principal of the local high school and a cop.” 

“The police officer is different, Officer Taylor,” Aaron says, frowning, his eyes lingering on the pictures of the victims, the similarity to the woman he loved making his stomach churn, “She was new, a beat cop, who hadn’t had the chance to climb the ranks like the other victims.” 

“He still took a trophy though as he did with the others,” Derek says, “Her police badge.” 

“Maybe that one was personal?” JJ offers, “She was known to him maybe?”

Aaron nods, “That’s a good place to start,” he says, “When we land JJ you go speak to Officer Taylor’s family and see if there is any information that can be gained from that, the rest of us will go straight to the precinct and set up.” 

He looks back at the victim's pictures, the way they’d been left in the street like they were nothing, their humanity stripped from them, and his heart feels like it is in his throat. He only has to close his eyes to be able to picture Emily in the same way, memories of what he’d seen in Boston twisting together with the images in front of him to bring his worst fears back to life. 

He’d already lost one woman he loved, he refused to do it again. 

He turns to Emily and hopes he sounds more sure than he feels, “I want you partnered with me on this one Prentiss,” he says, watching as her eyes flash with confusion as she looks towards Derek, “Derek can be with Dave.” 

Her tongue peeks out to lick at her bottom lip, and she swallows down fury she knows isn’t fair. They all would have seen it, the way she fit the victim's profile, and she knew all he would want to do was protect her, no matter how misguided that might be. 

“Aa…Hotch there's no need-” She catches her use of his first name fast enough that she hopes the others don’t notice, but he cuts over her before she can finish.

“It’s not up for debate.” 

He stares at her, and a flash of him, of her Aaron, peeks through from behind the Hotch mask, and she sighs, “Of course, sir.” 

She meets Derek’s eyes and he furrows his brows at her and she shakes her head, asking him silently to drop what she was sure would be further questioning. She hopes they can resolve this case quickly, and that the heavy feeling in her stomach was nothing more than misplaced caution. 

___

For two days it feels like they are getting nowhere. 

Despite it being a small town, the victims don’t know each other. Two of them had gone to high school together but were barely acquaintances, and one had moved to town when she married her, distraught, husband. Officer Tayor was still an outlier, a choice from the unsub that made little sense beyond the fact she matched the physical description of the other victims. 

Her partner, Officer Johnson, said she was a good cop. Kind. That she’d go the extra mile for the people of their town and those she tried to help. 

It didn’t make sense, and everyone was getting frustrated. 

“How are we ever going to catch this guy,” Emily asks, rubbing her hands over her face as she looks at the crime scene photos again, still internally grimacing as she looked at the women who could be mistaken for a relative of hers, “Nothing about this makes sense.” 

“I have an idea,” Dave says, sighing, “But I don’t like it.” 

Aaron turns from where he’d been looking at the board they’d pulled together and he looks at the older man, “What is it, Dave?” 

Dave stands up, his hands in his pockets as he paces the room, “We can talk around it as much as we want, but we have someone in this room who fits the victimology perfectly-”

“Absolutely not,” Aaron says, cutting Dave off before he can even say it, his chest tightening at the mere idea of putting Emily in danger. 

“Now, wait a second-” Emily starts, her shackles rising at his dismissal of Dave’s idea, and she doesn’t know if Aaron is reacting as her boyfriend or her boss. 

“We are not using you as bait, Emily,” he says, her first name slipping out as he looks at her. If the others think it’s odd they don’t say anything, all of their emotions high after a couple of days of no progress. 

“It’s not like she hasn’t done it before,” Derek says, an attempt to reason with Aaron that falls short when his words register in his head at the same time as everyone else's. Emily looks at him, her eyes flashing with hurt and he curses under his breath, “Shit, Em that’s not-”

“I’m not saying we put her out here in a short dress with a flashing light over her head that says ‘free to kidnap,’” Dave says, his own irritation clear, “But if we let her take the lead with the press, put her face on the local news as the Federal Agent who is going to take this guy down we might draw him out.” 

“I said no,” Aaron says as if Dave hadn’t spoken, “We need another plan. Not that one.”

“Now hang on-”  Emily chimes in, frowning at him, but he cuts her off again. 

“I said no,” he repeats, shouting at her in a way that gains the attention of the officers on the other side of the glass partition. He blows out a shaky breath and looks around the room before he walks towards the door with purpose, “Excuse me.” 

The room falls into silence after he leaves, the team slightly shellshocked by how quickly an argument had escalated, and Emily sighs, shaking her head before she follows him out, a half-formed excuse over her shoulder to the team as she goes. 

She finds him quickly, well aware of how his brain works, and she walks into the supply closet he’d shut himself into. She pulls the door closed behind her before she turns to look at him. She studies him, sees the tension in his shoulders as his eyes are fixed on her floor, and she presses her lips into a tight line.

“Are you ok?” She asks her concern for him, her love for him, overriding anything else, even her irritation. He nods in response and she rolls her eyes, “Aaron.” 

He looks up at her and nods again, “Yeah. I will be I just need a minute.” 

They fall into a brief silence and she crosses her arms over her chest and looks him up and down, choosing her words carefully so she doesn’t start a fight with him in the supply closet of a small town police precinct.

“Would you…” she sighs, biting the inside of her cheek, “Would you be this resistant to Dave’s idea if we weren’t together?” 

The question feels like a kick to the gut and he puts his hands on his hips as he considers his answer. He knows he’s reacting emotionally, that he’s allowing how he feels for her to cloud his judgement, but he knows it's not because they are together. He wouldn’t risk any of them at this stage yet, not when so many things were still unclear. 

“We don’t have enough information,” he replies, staring at her, “If there was someone out there going after people who looked like Dave I wouldn’t put him in that position yet.” 

There’s a moment of silence and then she laughs, and he can’t help but join in, the noise a siren sound to him. “Well,” she replies, “mores the pity,” they settle down and smile at each other, the small gap between them feeling like miles. She reaches out and links her fingers through his, squeezing his hand before she lets go, well aware anyone could come along at any moment, “I’m ok, Aaron. And once we have the profile-”

“Once we have the full profile we will reassess,” he says, clearing his throat, “I will reassess.” 

She nods and smiles at him, “Thank you,” she places her hand on his arm, “Everything will be ok.”

He nods and she leaves, giving him a moment alone, and he just hopes she’s right. 

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It’s dark when she steps outside for some fresh air, her mind as worn out as her body was. The lack of sleep from working ungodly hours on this case getting to her. She blows out a steady breath as the cool air hits her, refreshing in a way it rarely felt in the city. She leans against the alley wall behind the precinct, and she looks up to look at the stars, wishing she’d brought her phone with her so she could pull out the constellation app Aaron had made her download on one of their recent dates to check what she should be looking for. 

She loses track of time a little as she looks at the stars, and idly thinks about making sure her, Aaron and Jack went somewhere soon where you could see them like this. She turns to head back inside and walks straight into somebody, everything in their hands flying across the alley floor. She looks up and sees it’s Officer Johnson, his eyes wide as if he hadn’t anticipated anyone to be out here. 

“Oh shit, sorry,” she says, bending down to help him pick up what he’d dropped.

“No need to help Agent Prentiss,” he says, an edge of panic to his voice, “I’ve got it.” 

“Don’t be silly,” she assures him, “It’s my fault,” she picks up a police badge, frowning as she looks at the number, “091220,” she says, “Isn’t that Officer Taylor’s badge number?” She starts to stand up straight, “I thought the unsub-”

She’s cut off by the click of the safety of a gun being turned off, and she looks up to find Officer Johnson pointing a gun at her, “I told you, I didn’t need help.” She reaches for her gun but he shakes his head, his finger sneaking closer to the trigger, “No, I don’t think so,” he says, “You’re coming with me.” 

“You should think about this carefully,” she says, putting her hands up, wishing beyond anything that she had her phone, or that someone from the team would come looking for her, “I’m a Federal Agent, this won’t end well for you.” 

“I think that ship has sailed,” he says, his nervousness giving way to something more chilling, an emptiness to his eyes she couldn’t have expected even moments ago, “Now give me your gun, and come with me.” 

She considers going for her gun anyway, her fingers twitch in the air. She was fast, she knew that, but Officer Johnson’s finger was too close to the trigger. There’s a part of her that knows that before Aaron she would have risked it, she would have taken the chance that she could at least disarm him, even if she got shot in the process, but she can’t do it. She can’t risk hurting him by putting her own life on the line unnecessarily. 

Johnson makes the decision for her anyway and pistol whips her, the pain sharp against her temple as it reverberates around her head, making her dizzy as he turns her, his spare hand pulling her gun from its holster and dropping it to the floor before he twists her arm behind her back. He presses the gun into the back of her neck and she shivers as he leans in close, his breath on her neck.

“Now, walk.”

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JJ finds her gun. 

She steps outside to call Will so she can say goodnight to Henry and she spots it on the ground, the barrel catching the low light of the street lamps. 

Aaron feels time slow down when it dawns on them what it means, memories he’d rather forget from just before he had to bury Emily flooding back as they realise she is missing. He yells at the lead detective when he tells him the CCTV camera over the alley is broken and had been for weeks, the one chance at a half-decent lead dead before it even really had any life. He feels on edge and useless, everything he had never told her, always sure they’d have more time, haunting him. Regrets he swore he would never allow himself to live through again after Haley died threatening to drown him. 

He paces the conference room, his senses overwhelmed as the local cops mobilise, a missing Federal Agent the thing they had seemingly needed to light the fire under them. Despite how quickly he can see them working it doesn’t seem like enough, their urgency not matching with his. To them, all they could see were the potential headlines - that the FBI came to help and got caught in the crossfire. They didn’t care about Emily as he did. 

They didn’t love her. 

They didn’t know how she took her coffee, or how she liked to snuggle at night, something she had sworn him to secrecy over. They didn’t know she cried at the kid's movies she watched with Jack, or that, despite their jobs, gory movies made her cringe. 

He can feel all the love he has for her bubbling up as anger, spilling out from him as he grunts in frustration. 

“They aren’t working fast enough.” 

“They are doing the best they can, Hotch,” JJ tries to reason with him, “We decided we’d stay here in case the kidnapper called.” 

“It’s not good enough,” he shouts, his voice a roar that carries out into the main bullpen. He shakes his head and clears his throat, “It’s just not good enough.” 

“Hotch,” Derek says, trying to keep his cool, “You need to calm down. The last time I saw you like this…” he drifts off and Aaron sighs as he watches the final pieces click into place on the other man’s face, and he shakes his head, “Damn it.” 

Spencer frowns, his confusion clear as it briefly takes over his concern, “What's happening? The last time you saw Hotch like what?” 

Derek crosses his arms, his jaw tight as he locks eyes with Aaron, “The last time he was this het up was when Foyet had Haley.” Aaron clenches his fists at the comparison, at the mention of his ex-wife's name, and he shakes his head. 

“But that doesn’t make sense,” Spencer says, “They-”

“Emily and Hotch are together,” Dave cuts over him, as he looks at Aaron, “How long?”

Aaron sighs, “It’s not important right no-”

“How long?” Derek all but demands, his fury rising and Aaron feels his matching in tempo, their emotions rising as all too familiar feelings of fear for Emily’s safety take hold. 

“Three months,” Aaron answers, swallowing thickly, pushing down bile that attempts to rise at the thought of that being all the time he ever got with her, “We’ve been together for three months.”

JJ chokes out a laugh, “Pen kept saying she thought Em was with someone, but we had no idea it was you.” 

Derek shakes his head, “Why is it whenever she goes missing we find out she’s been fucking someone she shouldn’t be?” 

The room falls into silence, Derek’s fury suffocating everything else in the room. Aaron feels frozen on the spot, weighed down by anger that greets him like an old friend. He clenches his fists and turns to look at Derek, his jaw so tight he can almost hear Emily joking about the wear on his teeth, her usual quips about buying him a retainer floating around his head. 

“What did you just say?” Aaron asks, turning slowly. Derek seems to realise he’s crossed a line, regret flashing in his eyes, but he doesn’t back down, squaring up to his boss like he couldn’t fire him on the spot. “What did you say?” 

Dave steps in between them, a hand on each of their chests, “This isn’t-”

“What gives you the right-”

“Both of you, shut the fuck up,” Dave shouts, cutting over Derek before he can chastise Aaron, before he can try to make something that is precious to him sound anymore seedy than he already has, “This isn’t helping, and it certainly won’t help us find Emily.” He turns to Aaron, “Go make a coffee and come back,” and he turns to Derek, “Go talk a walk. Get some fresh air and sort your head out.” 

“But-”

Dave presses his hand into his chest a little firmer, “Go take a walk.” 

Derek looks past him again to Aaron, both of their faces stern before they do as instructed. Derek stalks off without looking back, and Aaron turns to head towards the kitchen before Dave stops him.

“Aaron?” 

He turns to look at his friend, furrowing his brow when Dave offers him a half smile, odd and out of place in the otherwise still tense room. 

“What?” 

Dave shakes his head, “It’s about damn time.” 

___

Emily does her best to keep track of where she’s being taken but her head hurts too much to fully concentrate. She knows he’s taken her out of the main part of town, the streets pitch black. 

They come to a stop next to a barn, the building barely discernible against the dark sky. Johnson pulls her out of the car, his hand so tight around her arm that she’s sure it will leave bruises, another brand of violence left behind on her skin by a man just because he could. He drags her inside, and into a back room. He switches on a light that barely illuminates the room, forcing her to squint so she can look around. 

The room is barren, void of anything except walls that seemed to be made from rotting wood and the solitary lightbulb that hung from the ceiling. She spots dark patches on the floor, stains left behind by what she knows is blood if the iron smell lingering in the air was anything to go by. 

“Is this where you brought them?” She asks, saying the first words either of them had spoken since he’d led her towards his car. She turns to look at him, her eyes now adjusted to the low light enough to see that his nervous energy had returned, a clear sign that he had no plan, that he was doing this because she’d accidentally caught him out, not because he had intentions of taking her, “Is this where you brought the others?” 

He stares at her and throws his handcuffs onto the floor, the sound of them scratching across the ground echoing around them.

“Put those on,” he demands, staring at her. She looks at him, her arms crossed over her chest, and he sighs, pointing his gun at her again, “Put them on. And get on the ground.” 

Emily sighs, knowing that she just had to buy enough time for the team to find her. She had no doubt that they would, Johnson was clearly not the mastermind they thought he was and had likely left a trail of breadcrumbs for them to follow. She just had to stay alive long enough for it to mean something.

She had to stay alive long enough to tell Aaron that she loved him, and that meant complying with what Johnson wanted. 

“Ok,” she says, kneeling down on the floor and reaching for the cuffs, securing them around her own wrists, “Did you know any of them? Apart from Officer Taylor,” she asks, looking back up at him, pulling at the cuffs to show they were on properly, “You look about the same age as the first two, did you go to school with them?” 

“They were always stuck-up bitches,” he says, shaking his head, his voice full of venom, “They didn’t even acknowledge me in high school then they went off to college, came back even more up their own asses,” he clenches his fist, his anger visceral and clear, “And that other bitch, she turned me down. Claimed she was happily married but I could tell she wanted me.” 

Her stomach turns at how he refers to the women he killed, like they’d been nothing more of an inconvenience, and fear starts to simmer in her veins, “And Taylor?” 

He shakes his head and scoffs, “She got a little too close. She realised I knew them all. It was only a matter of time.” 

“So you killed her?” 

“She was just like the rest of you,” he shouts, turning to look at her, his hand tight around the handle of his gun, “Full of yourselves. So self-assured, while guys like me just get left behind.”

She swallows thickly, trying to adjust where she was sitting, her knees already aching from pressing into the hard floor, “It isn’t too late to just take me back. We can talk to my boss and-”

“You mean your boyfriend?” 

It shocks her, stunning her into silence for a moment before she regains her composure, “What?” 

“I’ve been watching you,” he says, and it takes everything to maintain her facade, to look unaffected when the way he looks at her makes her want to scrub her skin until it hurts, “I saw the two of you in the supply closet, you looked cosy. You’re always looking at each other.” 

She blows out a breath before she replies, “He’ll find us,” she says, purposely not confirming or denying what he’d said, her voice full of nothing but confidence, “It’s only a matter of time, and it would be better if-”

“Stop telling me what to do,” he shouts, his hand shaking as he points the gun at her, and she nods sharply, closing her mouth firmly. He backs out of the room, his gun still trained on her, “Stay here, otherwise that boyfriend of yours will find your body in the same place they found the others.” 

He slams the door closed, and she hears it lock from the other side. She listens as his footsteps get quieter, indicating he’d walked away, and she shuffles across the floor to lean against the wall, her knees protesting as she straightens her legs out in front of her. 

The team would find her. He would find her.

He had to. ___

None of them sleep. Part of him knows she’d be furious at them all, even though she’d do the same if she was in their position. It would make him laugh, her lack of self-preservation, if it wasn’t the root of his concern.  

By the time the sun rises, he's exhausted, shrugging Dave off as he tries to suggest he goes back to the hotel for a few hours. Her things were in his room, her pjyamas under one of the pillows on his bed. He couldn’t sleep without her, the sound of the soft snoring she always denied was her in the morning his favourite lullaby. 

“It doesn’t make any sense.” 

Spencer’s voice brings Aaron back to the room, his focus sharp once again as he turns in his chair to look at his team, “What doesn’t make sense Reid?” 

Spencer sighs and shakes his head, his eyes still fixed on the case board, “Emily was a spy. She’s well-trained,” he turns to look at the rest of them, “She couldn’t just be taken by anybody.” 

“So you think it’s more than one guy?” Derek asks, his voice void of all of the fight that had been in it earlier.

“Or someone she didn’t think she had to be on alert around,” Dave says, standing up straight, shaking his head as he figures it out, “It’s a goddamn cop.” 

Aaron clears his throat and nods, “That makes sense,” he says, “She would have trusted him, or at least wouldn’t have considered him a threat,” he stands up, with adrenaline he doesn’t expect flooding his body, “What was the name of Officer Taylor’s partner?” 

“Officer Johnson,” Spencer says, his eyes going wide, “I heard one of the other cops saying he called in sick. He came in for less than an hour last night and then left.” 

There’s a moment of silence as the realisation washes over all of them, the air in the room somehow thicker than it had been since they first realised Emily was missing. It’s broken as Derek shakes his head.

“That son of a bitch.” 

It snaps Aaron back into action and he looks at JJ, “Call Garcia, get everything you can on this Officer Johnson. Financials. Property. Assets. I need everything.” 

“Right away, Hotch,” she says, her phone already out of her pocket as she dials the familiar number. 

Aaron feels a hand on his shoulder and turns to find Dave standing behind him, “We’ll get her back Aaron,” he says, squeezing his shoulder, “And then you’ll both have a lot to explain.”

Aaron half-heartedly chuckles, the sound catching in his chest, “Once she’s safe, I’ll tell you everything.” 

Dave raises an eyebrow at him, both of them turning to look at JJ as she says she’s got something, a property on the edge of town, before their eyes meet again, “Everything?” 

“Ok,” Aaron says, reaching for his bulletproof vest, “Maybe not everything.” 

___

He pays no attention to Officer Johnson as Derek kicks the door down and almost simultaneously fires a bullet that disarms him, his gun clattering to the floor as he reaches for the wound in his shoulder. 

All of Aaron’s focus is on Emily as their eyes meet across the mostly dark room, and he releases a breath he’d been holding since he’d last seen her. It had only been a few hours but it had felt like days. 

His knees hit the ground when he reaches her side, the crack of them echoing around them but he doesn’t feel them as he cups her face, tilting it as he looks at the cut on her forehead, making her sigh as he touches her like she’s made of glass.

She feels like she might, her body aching from sitting on the hard floor all night, and her wrists sore from the cuffs. 

“Are you ok?” He asks, an edge of desperation in his voice, and she nods despite the ache in her head and lets him fuss over her, burying her face in his neck as she breathes him in. He moves her head, a hand on each of her cheeks as he rests his forehead against hers. “I love you.” The words escape without him meaning them to, surprising both of them equally as she huffs out a laugh, her breath skipping across his cheek, “Em, I-”

“I love you too,” she replies, closing her eyes as she takes a moment to try and slow down her breathing, basking in the comfort she always found in him, “I love you so much.” She hears someone clearing their throat and she opens her eyes to look past him, her eyes meeting Derek’s. She sees something in them that she doesn’t understand, her head too sore and her brain too tired to try and figure it out, and she pulls back to look at Aaron, “Can you undo my cuffs?” 

He nods, shouting a request for keys from one of the local cops over his shoulder, something he’s given within seconds. He releases the cuffs and it feels like a relief as she stretches out her hands, wincing at how the raw skin of her wrists feels like it’s being pulled apart.

“Do you think you can stand?” He asks as he stands up himself. Her response is a roll of her eyes as she tries to stand up herself, falling straight into his chest as she struggles to get her footing. He wraps his arms tightly around her, holding her to him as she grasps the back of his shirt, “I’ve got you.” 

She smiles at the double meaning, pressing her face into his chest as she breathes him in again. She doesn’t care about the fact the team are watching them, their curiosity making them look over every now and again in a way she hopes they don’t think is subtle, but she doesn’t care. She knew he’d blow their cover the moment he found out she was missing, and all she wants is him. To assure him she was ok, that he’d done what he hadn’t been able to do for Haley.

“Thank you for coming to rescue me,” she whispers, turning her head so only he can hear her, a private moment between the two of them even though they are in a room full of people. He holds her impossibly tighter and kisses the top of her head. 

“Always, sweetheart,” he replies, pulling back to look at her as he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “Although, let's not make a habit of it.” 

She nods, her smile quickly turning to a frown as he loops one arm around her shoulder and shifts to place the other under her knees, clearly attempting to pick her up. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Carrying you out to the ambulance,” he says as if it was obvious, and she raises her eyebrows at him. 

“Ok, there are two things wrong with that sentence.” 

“Em,” he says firmly, his eyes swimming with desperation as he looks at her, “Please. You can barely stand, you clearly have a head wound and maybe a concussion. Just…let me. Please.” 

She stares at him for a moment before she briefly presses her forehead to his shoulder before she looks at him again, nodding, “Ok,” she says, cupping his cheek so she can stamp a kiss to his lips, “Ok, but if you even think about complaining about your back in the coming days-”

“I won’t,” he says, lifting her up into his arms before she can change her mind. She wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head against his shoulder as he carries her outside. 

Her headache gets worse the moment they step outside, the daylight bright against the pounding inside her skull. She groans and buries her face in his shirt. He heaves her closer, walking past the ambulance with Officer Johnson in with purpose, his jaw tense as he hears him complaining about the pain he was in. 

“I’ve got you,” he says, repeating his words from inside as he kisses the top of her head. She hums into his shirt, her words muffled so he feels them more than he hears them.

“You always do.” 

___

“I’m fine,” she says, groaning as she settles back into the hospital bed she’d been all but forced into, “This is ridiculous.” 

Aaron smiles at her and lifts their joint hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles as he sits in the seat next to her bed, “Sweetheart, you have a concussion,” he says, his eyes soft as they meet hers, “And they said you needed fluids,” his eyes drift to the IV bag hanging on the other side of her bed, “It’s just one night.” 

She scoffs, “I guess,” she looks him up and down, watching how his focus is on the bandages on her wrists, his thumb tracing the edge of one of them. She knows he was blaming himself, as if he’d have been able to stop what had happened even though, in the end, it was simply bad luck that had her taken by the unsub, “If I’m here all night you might as well come join me in this stupid bed.” 

He sighs, his eyes drifting to the bandage on her forehead covering the stitches he’d counted as the doctor did them. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her more pain. 

“Em-”

“Don’t argue with me,” she says, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’m hurt.” 

Aaron chuckles mirthlessly and stands up, knowing it was a lost cause before he even tries to argue with her any further. He kisses the back of her hand once more before he lets it go.

“You play dirty.” 

“You know dirty I can be,” she replies, winking at him, taking delight in his laughter as she sits up, making room for him to slip in behind her in the bed. She sighs as she settles against him, sitting in the cradle of his hips as he wraps his arms around her, careful to make sure he doesn’t disturb her IV. “That’s much better.” 

“You’re definitely comfortable?” He asks, and she nods, resting her hands over his and linking their fingers together. “Sweetheart-”

“If you even think about apologising for something that isn’t your fault, honey, you’ll be in trouble,” she says, tilting her head to look at him, her smile soft as his responding sigh lets her know she was right, “He was devolving anyway, I accidentally caught him trying to throw away his trophies,” she shrugs, “It was bad luck. We would have figured it out regardless.” 

He shakes his head, holding her a little tighter, “I should have protected you.” 

She’s sure that on some level it should make her angry. That the feminist in her should be furious at the idea that she needed protecting, but she knows he doesn’t mean it that way. That his past always lingering just out of sight, a phantom he would never quite escape. Something that she now lived with too because she loved him. 

“I don’t need you to protect me, Aaron,” she says, squeezing his hand, “This is what I need. Right here. Ok?” 

He doesn’t entirely believe her, and he can’t quite shift the guilt that was still burning in his chest. He knows from experience that he’d get used to it, the sting of it fading over time, so he nods, “Ok.” 

She smiles and kisses his jaw, “So,” she says, her eyes flickering with mischief, “If I’d known all it would take was getting kidnapped for you to tell me you love me, I would have done it weeks ago.”

“Em.” 

“What?” She asks, feigning innocence, “Too soon?”

“Far, far too soon,” he replies, shaking his head at her, “It might always be,” he pauses for a moment, swallowing thickly before he continues, voicing the concern that had been bothering him since he said the words to her when he found her, “I mean it, you know. It wasn’t just because I was in the moment. I mean it.” 

“I know,” she assures him, “I mean it too. I love you,” she says for good measure, her smile widening as he beams at her. 

“I love you too,” he replies, releasing one of her hands to cup her cheek, dragging her in for a kiss. He rests his forehead against hers and sighs, “The team are going to be unbearable.” 

She groans, shifting so their noses brush against each other, “Do you think you can threaten them with something to make them stop? At least until my headache has cleared?” 

Aaron chuckles, and nods his forehead gently knocking against hers, “For you, sweetheart? Anything.” 

-x-

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 2) | (ch. 1) ☆ (ch. 3)

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 3.1k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw (this chapter; nsfw to come in later chapters). daichi's a cop. (mention of) dv (domestic violence).

✩ beta readers - aka my beautiful, chaotic, chosen family: @chaoskrakenuwu 🌪 @mxgenderbender 🦔

She knows every move that a man could make She knows every trick in the book She knows how to give, she knows how to take ‘Cause so many times she’s been taken a fool

Alibis - Tracy Lawrence

When Suga invited you to his place for a small dinner party with some of his closest friends, you’d offered to help him prep and cook. Your son was spending the weekend with his dad, freeing you up for some much-needed time to blow off steam.

Upon getting into your car, you called Suga to let him know you were on your way to his place.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to pick anything up on the way over?”

“Nah. I think we’re set!”

“Okay, I’ll be there in about 20 then!”

You opened the front door to Suga’s house and walked in to find him prepping in the kitchen. He wiped his hands to greet you with a hug.

“Thank you so much for coming to help me, y/n. My head would probably explode if I tried to do all this by myself!”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure! I love to cook. Plus it gives me more time to hang out with my bestie,” you said, putting away the alcohol and mixers you’d brought along. “I’m really excited to meet your other friends. I hope they like me.”

The grey-haired man smiled brightly. “Are you kidding? They’re gonna love you! I’ve known all these guys since high school. A couple of them are bringing their significant others along so it won’t be a complete sausage fest for you.”

“You make it sound like a sausage fest would be a bad thing,” you winked at him.

You both laughed and got busy preparing the food, Suga inwardly rubbing his hands together and evil-laughing. You had no idea about his master plan for you to meet one of his friends in particular - his best friend.

You had been working in the kitchen for a little over two hours when you finally found yourselves at a brief stopping point. Veggies had been julienned for the sushi, fish had been fileted, chicken had been teriyakied, rice had been fried, and more veggies were roasting in the oven. All that was left to do was cook the sushi rice then assemble the maki.

Poor Suga was so beat you insisted he go take a load off and relax for a bit while he could. The way he dramatically plopped onto the couch like a rag doll made you chuckle at him.

“You too, y/n! Come sit your ass down!”

“In a minute! I’m working on something!” you said, getting out a couple of cocktail glasses.

“No! I forbid you! No more working!” Suga called out from his living room.

“I promise it’s gonna be worth it!” you answered in a sing-song voice.

You walked out of the kitchen double-fisting vodka tonics. You sat down next to your friend who reached for one of the drinks, thanking you, but you pulled your arm back. “Go get your own! These are both mine!”

“You fucking lush, give me one of those!” Suga chided, taking one of the glasses out of your hand as you both laughed.

“How long do we have before we have to get back in there?” you asked, pulling your feet up on the couch to face Suga.

He took a sip of his drink while checking the timer in his phone. “Fifteen minutes and 42 seconds.” It was then that Suga noticed he’d gotten a text from his best friend letting him know he was going to be a little later than expected on account of his job.

When the timer went off you both headed back into the kitchen and Suga was just about to take the veggies out of the oven when his doorbell rang, making him swear under his breath at the timing.

“You want me to get the door?” you offered.

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all!”

Suga thanked you as you headed for the foyer. Smiling, you opened the door to find a handsome guy with brown shoulder-length hair towering over you, his girlfriend judging by the way they had their arms around each other, as well as another male who was closer to your height with a sharp grin on his face.

Before you could say anything the significantly shorter male spoke up. “Hey, you must be y/n!”

You answered in the affirmative and he introduced himself. “I’m Yuu, but everyone calls me Nishinoya. Or Nishi. Or Noya.”

“Nishi!” the taller guy said.

“The impatient giant here is Asahi,” Nishinoya continued, “and this is his girlfriend, (name).”

You all exchanged pleasantries as you made your way inside to join Suga, with whom hugs and fist bumps were shared.

“So the old team captain isn’t here yet, hm?” Asahi asked Suga.

The host shook his head. “He texted earlier and said he was gonna be a little late.”

Putting two and two together, you said, “Oh, right! Suga told me that you guys played volleyball together in high school?”

“Yeah, he was the team mom, always cheering us on and talking sense into us when we needed it,” Nishinoya said.

“Which was often,” the former vice-captain mumbled as he tipped his drink to his lips.

You ignored Suga’s smartass remark and spoke to Noya’s statement instead. “Sounds about right,” you teased, playfully poking Suga in the side as you helped him make drinks for everyone.

At Asahi’s request, you explained how you’d become friends with the host. Suga’s former teammates laughed and took turns telling you about his mischievous ways, especially in volleyball club. Asahi’s girlfriend was a little shy at first but she warmed up, laughing as the guys reminisced about their glory days.

“Okay, literally the only thing I know about volleyball is that you rotate and try to hit a ball over a net,” you confessed. “Like human ping pong.”

“Actually, tennis is more like ping pong,” Nishinoya pointed out. “Volleyball is way more badass than that!”

Just as you laughed at the former libero’s emphatic correction, another ring of the doorbell came. Suga answered it and less than a minute later a very loud voice came barreling down the short corridor. Nishinoya and Asahi looked at each other and no sooner than they flatly said “Ryu”, a slim guy with a buzzed head and sharp eyes appeared in the dining room with his hands in the air yelling, “The Tanakas are here! Let the party begin!” He was followed by his stunning wife, whose name you would soon learn was Akira.

“We come bearing booze!” she slurred, an already tipsy woman after your own heart. “Now which one of you beautiful people is going to help me bring this shit inside?”

“I will!” you exclaimed with a smile wide enough to light up the room as you shuffled towards her. “You can never have too much!”

“Great fucking minds!” Akira proclaimed, her face lighting up as well.

“There goes the damn neighborhood!” Suga shouted as the two of you frolicked out the door while introducing yourselves.

Having Nishinoya and Ryu in the same room tripled the noise volume but everyone was nearly in tears now that another former Karasuno volleyball player was in on the storytelling, especially with his riotous wife’s witty commentary.

Not long after they arrived, a fresh round of drinks were being poured when the doorbell rang yet again. You shooed Suga back to the kitchen, oblivious to his half-hearted attempt to beat you to it in the first place.

You were laughing at Akira’s rendition of her husband’s latest knucklehead moment. But you fell silent when you swung the door open to find a pair of big brown eyes, warm like melted chocolate, looking back into yours. A lifetime of conversations seemed to pass between you in a matter of seconds.

Whoever he was stood there in his grey pullover and dark khaki cargo pants looking finer than a man should be allowed to. His energy enveloped you along with his scent as a perfectly timed breeze flowed in behind him.

“Uh, hi. Can I come in? It’s kinda cold out here.”

“Oh.” You stepped aside. “O-of course! I’m so sorry.”

His voice was deep and rich with an understated commanding tone, one that you surmised would sound particularly sexy murmuring sweet nothings and dirty thoughts in your ear.

His crooked, boyish grin reached his milk chocolate eyes. “It’s fine. Don’t mind,” he said as he stepped in beside you. He closed the door behind himself and took his shoes off.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Daichi,” he said, extending his hand.

You slid your hand into his, warm and strong, and replied, “Pleased to meet you, Daichi. I’m y/n.”

Suga had been secretly spying on you from the kitchen, leaning against the countertop while laughing with the unassuming Ryu and Nishinoya at the appropriate moments. Now he watched with quiet delight as you and Daichi walked in from the foyer together. He was right - the two of you would make a sickeningly cute couple, and for a moment he had a vision of you walking down the aisle together.

“Daichi!” Suga called out when his best friend looked at him, pretending he hadn’t noticed him before. The other former Karasuno team members all greeted him with shoulder punches and man hugs.

Of course, Ryu couldn’t help but give his former team captain a little grief. “Took you long enough, man. Even I beat you here!”

“Only because Akira here probably lit a fire under your ass!” Daichi jeered as he side-hugged the nodding female in question.

“And what a sweet ass it is,” she quipped, reaching over to pinch her husband’s butt.

Suga approached Daichi, smiling before punching him in the chest. “Good to see you, bro!”

Daichi clutched his chest and coughed. “Sorry, man, got a DV call from dispatch right before the end of my shift. By the time I got done with all the paperwork, I was running an hour behind.”

You knew all too well what ‘DV’ meant, putting everything together rather quickly.

“Oh…” You felt a riptide within you; one that drew you closer to Daichi, but at the same time pulled you away. “You’re Suga’s cop friend!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Daichi answered in his smooth, silky voice with a crooked grin.

Oh, gods help you. You were at once smitten and repelled by him. Smitten because of who he was; repelled because of what he did for a living. The commanding presence made sense now.

“Oh, right! You two haven’t been introduced yet!” Suga exclaimed, the sneaky bastard feigning ignorance. “Y/n, this is Daichi. He’s been my best friend since high school,” he said before turning to said best friend. “Daichi, this is y/n. We’ve only known each other for a couple months, but she’s basically me with a vagina!” This earned him a playful slap to the chest, though he wasn’t wrong.

The laughter in the next room reached a new, raucous height and Suga’s name was called. He looked between you and Daichi and said, “Excuse me while I go tend to the children.” He shuffled away, leaving you and Daichi alone together.

“Do you drink? I’ll get something for you,” you offered.

There was that boyish smile again, making you curse inwardly at the way your heart leapt every time he looked at you.

“No, thank you, ma’am. I’ll get it myself,” he said, moving around the kitchen like he knew it by heart. He went right to the place where Suga kept his drinking glasses, taking one out and placing it on the countertop before turning to the liquor cabinet. “Suga said you helped him with all the cooking and everything. Why don’t you go take a seat and relax?” He flashed you another crooked grin.

“Yeah, y/n, Daichi spends so much time here, he’s even got his own private whiskey stash,” Suga added, sauntering into the kitchen again.

“And by stash he means one bottle,” the dark-haired male said as he poured two fingers neat.

You were snickering at their brotherly banter when Nishinoya called out for you. “Come check this out! Ryu’s got some old team pictures on his phone!”

“Oooh! I have to see this!” you said, scurrying into the dining room where the former Karasuno wing spiker’s phone was being passed around.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Suga almost laughed at the way his best friend sidled up to him, drink in hand, and murmured, “Suga, you dog! A couple of months? You’ve been holding out on me!”

“She’s not my date,” Suga said smugly. “We’re just friends.”

Daichi gave Suga a look of deep concern. “Why? She’s fucking gorgeous!”

“Believe me, we tried.”

Daichi narrowed his eyes at his friend. “What do you mean you tried?” He wasn’t too keen on the idea of having his best friend’s sloppy seconds.

“We kissed once just to see if we could be more than friends, but no. Just…no. Seriously, we’re just too much alike.”

Daichi blinked. “Y-you mean…? Is she single?”

Suga’s smug grin persisted when he closed his eyes and nodded his head. “She sure is. You like her?”

Daichi watched and admired your beauty as you laughed and aww’ed at the pictures from their high school volleyball days.

Suga slapped him on the back as he pushed off the counter. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

From the photos you could tell that, even when he was 17, Daichi looked like an adult. So did Asahi for that matter. But even then Daichi had an aura about him that said he was in charge. And Suga was so stinking cute you almost cried. They hadn’t changed much in the 10 years since.

During dinner you sat across from Daichi, who made eye contact with you several times, especially when you laughed. The guys took turns telling you about their respective positions back at Karasuno, but Daichi was the one who took the most time to explain the game mechanics to you. To most people, that would probably be boring, but Daichi had a way of making it interesting. The fact that he was so handsome didn’t hurt, especially when you focused on his lips as they moved. Even his former teammates, who knew the game all too well, got sucked into their former leader’s easy-to-understand but also very accurate way of explaining the game of volleyball, occasionally chiming in to drive a point home or tell another story.

After everyone had finished eating, you all sat around the table and talked for a while before the Tanakas announced their departure. Nishinoya, Asahi, and his partner left not too long afterwards.

And then there were three.

You and Daichi insisted on helping Suga with the clean-up, which didn’t take very long with all of you tag-teaming tasks. You chatted with them for a few more minutes, but it was getting late.

“Well, guys, it’s been real and it’s been fun, but I gotta get back home. I’m wiped out,” you said, dragging the back of your hand across your forehead.

“Y/n, thank you so much for helping. I couldn’t have done all this without you,” Suga said, hugging you.

Hugging him back, you smiled and said, “You’re so welcome, Suga. It’s been my pleasure.”

With his arms crossed over his wide chest, Daichi lifted his chin at you and said, “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

You opened your mouth, but your grey-haired friend jumped in with suspicious enthusiasm. “She’s been drinking since 6:20!”

You gawked at Suga, a satisfied grin plastered across his smarmy face. “Did you just tattle-tell on me?”

Daichi looked from Suga to you, pursed his lips, and raised his eyebrows. “You don’t need to drive. You can either stay here with Suga or I’ll give you a ride home tonight.” You pouted and Daichi shrugged. “Or I can take you to the drunk tank.”

“You know what, the drunk tank sounds like fun, why don’t you take me there?” you said, smiling.

Daichi chuckled. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night. I’d rather take you home.” He caught himself right after he’d got the words out, Suga already snickering. “I meant like ‘make sure you make it home okay’. Pervert,” he said, ribbing Suga.

Your laugh lingered on your lips when you offered your wrists to him and said, “Well, since you put it that way, Officer Sawamura,” making his soft cock twitch in his pants and his cheeks tinge with pink.

Embarrassed a little he scratched the back of his head while looking away. “I don’t think handcuffs are going to be necessary. I don’t have them on me anyway.”

“What if I resist arrest? How would you restrain me?”

Suga was an absolute mess on the inside, trying to keep it together. You and Daichi were so pleasantly lost in banter that neither of you noticed when he strategically walked away to pretend to dry dishes.

The dark-haired police officer smirked and said, “I…really shouldn’t answer that. I plead the fifth.”

Now your cheeks became visibly warm. “Then how about you show me instead?”

Suga nearly choked on his spit, but kept his back turned as he dried the same plate he’d been drying for two minutes straight.

Daichi’s smirk spread into a full grin as he shook his head, laughing quietly. Leaning with his back against the countertop he gestured with his hand and said, “Sure.”

Your heart skipped a million beats.

“Turn around and walk away from me,” he commanded, nodding to indicate the direction.

You smiled and did as he said. Your right foot had barely lifted to take your first step when Daichi looped his strong hands around your wrists, one then the other. It didn’t take much force for him to cross your arms behind your back and hold them together with one hand while he stood so close behind you that his chest rubbed your shoulder.

You gasped. “Wowww…That was fast!” You looked over your shoulder at him. “But what if I struggle?”

“Go ahead,” he dared, the heat of his breath caressing your ear.

Suga cleared his throat dramatically. “Do I need to give you two some privacy?” he said, grinning his most mischievous grin.

Daichi let go of you and straightened up as if he’d forgotten Suga was even there. Damn, you were getting to him.

“Alright,” Daichi said, “let’s get going. You ready?”

You nodded and followed him to the door, stopping in the foyer to put your shoes on. Daichi opened the door for you as you waved goodbye to your friend and walked outside. When Daichi turned around to close the door, Suga winked at him while making a lewd gesture, earning him a death stare from his long-time friend.

ch. 1 ☆ ch. 3

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[vampsquerade]

hi friend! just noticed your requests are back open and was wondering if you could write something glaz- x reader (preferably fluff) 👐 love u <3

heyyy! hope you’re doing well bestie thanks so much for your request, i’d be more than happy to write this up for you! sorry if i took a bit long to get it out but i hope you enjoy 💕

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Glaz x GN!Reader: A Sniper’s Love

Trigger warnings: none, just fluff

Finding yourself bored and wanting to make the most of the day on your day off from work, you decide to go to an art gallery that had just opened up a few days ago. You had always been interested in the arts, finding yourself to be a fan of a few famous painters and sculptors. It was time to find appreciation in the more local sense and show your support for whomever it was. You put on a casual outfit and make your way over there, making sure to bring some money along with you in case you might want to buy one of their paintings. It was a nice and warm afternoon, so you felt a bit at ease as you walked down the streets towards the gallery.

Once you’re right outside, you’re about to open the door until you see and feel someone else’s hand going for the handle. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaim, retracting your hand immediately. “It’s no worry at all. Here,” the man whose hand you had accidentally grabbed said as he opened the door and held it open for you, “enter first.” You give him a sheepish smile and enter the gallery first, with him following right behind you. “Thank you so much, I appreciate it.” you say, giving him a curt nod as well. “It is no problem. Would you like to look at the works here with me?” the man asks. “Sure! I had initially planned to just be here by myself, but it feels nice to have someone at my side to appreciate the art.” you agree happily. “You came alone?” the man asks.

You nod, rubbing the nape of your neck nervously, “Y-Yeah, all my friends are busy with their lives on a nice day like this. My name’s Y/N, by the way—it’s very nice to have met you.” you say. “I’m Timur, and the pleasure is mine.” the man says, giving you a soft and slightly awkward smile. You fluster a bit seeing his smile, feeling more at ease for the slightly awkward meeting. The two of you then walk throughout the gallery, admiring the works. “It’s a shame these are priced a bit lower than I expected—these look absolutely amazing.” you say softly, breaking the silence between you and Timur. “I believe maybe they could use a bit more work, but yes, they are pretty nice paintings.” Timur says softly, glancing around to make sure nobody heard what he said.

“Oh yeah? Are you like some sort of art critic?” you ask, walking towards the next painting in the gallery. “No, but I am an artist myself.” Timur says as he follows after you. You hum and nod as you think to yourself about how he may be a little pretentious for believing so, staring at the painting of a bird the artist had made. “Would you like to show me any of your works?” you ask, turning towards him. Timur shrugs, “Unless you’re willing to travel to my hometown.” he says rather bluntly. “Oh I’m willing alright. I want to know what makes you a little better than this artist.” you say cheekily, nudging his side a bit. “Good. I’ll make sure you have a very good time while you’re there as well.” Timur says, giving you a wink.

You could practically feel yourself blushing, turning away to make sure he couldn’t see you getting flustered. “Do not turn away from me, I know you’re getting flustered.” Timur teases, gently putting a hand under your chin and making you turn to him so you could see. “Nooo, don’t look.” you whine. “But it’s cute. Would you like to get out of here? This is the last painting throughout the exhibit.” Timur says, smiling softly at you now that he feels less awkward. “Sure, where would you like to go?” you ask. Timur puts a hand on his chin and messes with his beard a bit. “Let’s go to a nearby café, it’ll be nice to talk over a cup of tea or something.” he says.

Nodding, the two of you then head out to a café that’s just a couple of blocks away. Each of your hands brush up against the other’s, making you even more flustered when it comes to the man you had just met. Could you really be believing in the whole love at first sight thing? Your previous relationships have never made you feel the way Timur did whenever you first met them, so you weren’t exactly sure what made him so different. “You seem to be thinking about something. What is on your mind right now?” Timur asks, breaking the silence between the two of you. “Hm…nothing, sorry to have concerned you.” you lie, waving it off. “You know you can’t lie to an artist, we can see basically everything. Now tell.” he says.

Flustering at his slight abrasiveness, you look away from him and stop walking. He does the same, turning to face you completely, “What are your thoughts on love at first sight?” you ask as you refuse to look at him. “Hm…I believe in it. If you feel the person is just the right one, then it is completely natural. Just take things slowly first if one’s already fallen in love.” Timur says. “Then would you believe me if I told you I’ve already fallen for you?” you ask. “Y/N, can you look at me?” he says. Purely out of hesitation, you nod and turn to look him right in the eye. “I have fallen in love as well. Let us take this slow and build our relationship up first.” Timur confesses.

There was a tinge of pink on his cheeks and it made you smile, seeing him flustered like that towards you as well. “Kind of cute that the artist believes in first love—it makes sense if you think about it.” you tease, starting to walk again. “It’s cute that you believe in it too, and fell for me of all people.” Timur teases back as he follows after you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask. “Well, my line of work causes me to be away from home constantly. Always traveling to new and dangerous places.” he says, crossing his arms across his chest. “I can handle that, so long as you let me know you’re still alive.” you say. “Well…thank you for saying that. It relieves me to know you would be willing to one day be with me and stay by my side—theoretically of course.” he says. Timur then extends his hand to you, a soft expression painting his face.

The two of you then spend the rest of your day in the café until it’s closing time, thanking the employees for letting you both be there for so long. “Shall I walk you home?” Timur asks once the two of you step out of the café. “That would be nice, thank you.” you say, giving Timur a kiss on the cheek. He flusters, looking away from you and beginning to hold your hand as you lead him to your home. The crisp autumn air breezed through the two of you, causing you to shiver slightly. Noticing this, Timur stopped walking briefly to remove his coat. He draped it over you before pulling you close to him and resumed walking. Stunned by these sudden actions, you couldn’t help but find yourself nuzzling up against him and deeply inhaling his scent.

Timur chuckles and you could feel the gentle rumble of his body as he does so. “Enjoying yourself?” he asks. “Very much. You smell so good, too.” you say. “Glad I do. And I am more than glad that you are enjoying yourself this much with me. It is very cute.” Timur says. Eventually, the two of you reach your home and walk up to your steps. “When will I be able to see you again?” you ask, turning to look at him. “I’ll be here for two more days. We can try to see each other during the times you’re free to.” Timur says. “Alright, I’ll be off work pretty early these next two days so you’re very lucky.” you say. You then give him where you work in the case Timur feels like visiting you before taking his coat off.

“I had a very nice time today. I am very glad that the two of us managed to bump into each other.” he says, taking his coat from you and putting it back on himself. “I am too, this was really fun. I can’t wait to see you again.” you say. Feeling a bit braver than before, you lean forward and give Timur a kiss on the lips. Stunned, Timur’s eyes go wide before eventually finding himself kissing you back. You pull away and turn to unlock your door, giving him a smile and a wink before stepping inside. You close the door behind you and as you’re about to walk towards your kitchen, there’s a series of gentle knocks at your door. You turn the knob and open it, only to find yourself being kissed by Timur.

Smiling softly and laughing lightly into the kiss, you put your hands on his shoulders to hold onto him. Timur eventually pulls away from you and it disappoints you slightly. “I can give you more kisses tomorrow, I promise. Until then Y/N, have a good night.” he says as he begins to walk away. You watch him as he walks himself to wherever he resides, feeling your heart skipping a few beats from how much you appreciated spending time with him on your first “date.” You really couldn’t wait until the next time to see him.

[nothingelsematterswrites]

i return to scream about ch 12 AND the cricket fic because oh my god!! The cricket fic! i know absolutely nothing about cricket but i was enthralled! they were so tender and it was such a lovely read. i really liked logan’s enthusiasm about learning cricket because 1) learning something for your bestie because you’re actually in love with them is gay culture 2) this accurately describes the vibe of many americans abroad and 3) it is such a fun take on logan! with regards to ch 12, i do not know where to start. I had to google how soundproof carriages were. i really enjoyed the love confession! love the consistent theme of oscar needing more time and logan always always always offering it! which makes your regency logan very hot, in combination with his enthusiasm for his partner’s pleasure. great job as always! hope you’re having a fantastic week. i noticed oscar made the first real move (carriage kiss is debatable ig?) but logan confessed his love first in both regency and cricket—do you have any more thoughts about that dynamic?

hello long ask frriend! <3

thank you so much! i was genuinely a bit worried that the cricket AU was a bit too niche but everyone seems to have enjoyed it so far!

hehehehe there might have been a little embellishing on the soundproofness of a carriage but i knew it was definitely uncharacteristic to shove them both in a carriage for three hours and nothing to happen. :D

i don't think that was an intentional parallel, but it does sort of mirror how i see them in real life. oscar has more natural confidence, but logan is the one who wears his heart much more on his sleeve, so it makes sense that he falls first/confesses first. With oscar you don't really know what he's thinking a lot of the time and he reacts very calmly to everything (woo. really, oscar?! your first sprint pole and it's a woo?) so naturally it would take him longer to admit feelings.

i suppose the other thing to consider is that both regency oscar and cricket oscar are highly focused on their goals (which also tracks with real oscar) and this, in turn, affects their ability to acknowledge feelings. whereas cricket logan spends a lot of time with his only goal to be to spend more time with oscar, and regency logan spends the story with his entire goal being to make oscar happy.

[darksynkka]

Oc Profile

thank you so much for tagging me @kakyoinmybro :)

tagging whoever sees this and thinks it might be fun

Basics

Full Name: Anirin Felbrack (his surname is lost to him post-tadpole though)

Gender: Male (been toying with the idea of him being intersex though)

Sexuality: Bi like the rest of the companions but leans towards men

Pronouns: He/Him

Other

Family: Bhaal, Gorion’s ward (mine was a female half-elf named Seras and this is what she looks like in her character portrait

), Sarevok, Helena, Orin

Father: Bhaal (foster father was a dwarf named Darrak Felbrack)

Mother: ….ummmm Bhaal? (his foster mother was a dwarf named Brynja Felbrack)

Birthplace: I don’t know about born but he was raised in Baldur’s Gate by a dwarven family

Job: Assassin/serial killer turned adventurer

Phobias: Claustrophobia, he developed a fear of tight spaces after being trapped in the mind flayer pod for God-only-knows how long

Guilty Pleasures: he loves good food (especially strawberry cake), Gortash introduced him to the finer things in life and he’s never really been able to go back

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Sins: Assuming that this refers to character flaws;

amnesia aside, he has very poor memory (brain damage will do that to a guy),

can be somewhat high-strung and bossy when under stress,

stubborn,

prideful and has difficulty asking for help

Virtues:

natural leader

looks after his allies, even the ones he doesn’t especially like (*cough* Astarion and Minthara)

empathetic

faces his past misdeeds head-on rather than hiding from them

This or that

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Relationships

OTP: Anirin x Gale and Anirin x Shadowheart (depends on the playthrough really)

BroTP: Anirin x Astarion (they have a bit of a frienemies dynamic but by Act 3, they are besties even if they would never admit it)

NoTP: Anirin x The Emperor (the tentacles just don’t do it for me)

[justagalwhowrites]

Ok so I have a couple of asks because I'm curious or more like nosy. Feel free to skip if it's to much.

1. What does your writing process look like? Do you outline everything or just make it up as you go? Do you write in order or write scenes as they come to you and fit them together later?

2. If you could give one piece of advice for everyone reading to live by what would it be?

3. If you could could visit anywhere in the world where would it be?

4. Is there a particular genre, topic, trope or Fandom you haven't written but would like to?

BESTIE!! HI!!!!

I love these omfg

I loosely outline everything and I write in order. I lay out the story chapter by chapter but only like (for example in Yearling): Chapter 1 - Bambi boyfriend turns, cut to future, Joel finds her. Things often take longer than I planned (see chapters 16-17 of Lavender that was supposed to be just one chapter and then became 2) or I might feel like a plot point didn't accomplish what I wanted in character development and need to add another element to get the character to where I want them to be. I'm not a slave to the outline but it definitely is the basis of my work!

Ooo I don't know if I'm the best person to give advice lol but one that I think is good for people who enjoy fic is: There is no such thing as a guilty pleasure. If it brings you pleasure and doesn't hurt anyone, don't feel guilty about it. Life is too short to be ashamed about what you enjoy! Love the things and people you love fully and whole heartedly and you'll be a lot happier for it.

AHHH such a good question! My favorite place to visit is probably Paris. My dream life allows me the freedom to go to Paris for a few months a year so I can do things like sit at a cafe or a garden and write and watch the people go by. But I'd love to explore someplace new! Southeast Asia would be amazing to visit. I have a friend who LOVES Vietnam so that's been on my list for a while and Indonesia looks incredible. I'd also love to check out Australia, Morocco, Scotland and Brazil. I also think it would be incredible to visit Antarctica at some point though that's lower on the list. I love to get a taste of other cultures when I travel (I do a lot of nature stuff close to home, we camp and hike a fair bit) so I focus on that more.

I want to write a superhero story at some point! I'm a casual Marvel fan and I like Batman well enough from DC but I don't really feel like a part of any superhero fandom (except maybe Watchmen?) But I love the idea of 1) a hero who is always surrounded by other superpowered people dealing with the mortal fragility of someone they love or 2) someone who is used to being the strongest in the room suddenly being outclassed. I love how inhuman things (like superpowers or the infected in TLOU) allow us to explore the depth of our humanity, it opens the door for so many amazing stories and I want to tap into that!

Thank you for asking, Bestie!!

Love you!!!!

[strangebossyuri]

fave yuri? I need recs bestie 👀

OKAY THIS IS DIFFICULT CAUSE IVE READ SO MANY CAUSE I HAVE VERY VAST TATSE My favorite yuri- like the one I aways go back to- is "Still Sick" Synopsis: Makoto Shimizu is just an ordinary office worker, blending in seamlessly with her colleagues on the job... That is, until her coworker Akane Maekawa discovers her well-hidden secret: in her spare time, she draws and sells girls' love comics!

Akane is the last person Makoto would think of as a nerd, but as the two grow closer, it starts to seem like Akane may have a secret of her own...     BUT THIS ONE GURAAGHHHHH THEY ARE THE IDEAL I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!1!1!1!1!!1! <333333

BUT THE YURI IM LOOKING THE FORWARD TO BUYING THE NEXT VOLUME OF IS SHWD Synopsis: Special Hazardous Waste Disposal (or SHWD) has a mission to destroy mysterious biological weapons left behind after the last war. Though SHWD mostly hires men, their newest recruit, Koga, a buff female operative, is assigned to Sawada, the only other woman in the Tokyo branch. Before long, Koga finds herself falling for Sawada, whose powerful psyche compliments Koga’s big muscles. Together, the unlikely duo must confront monsters beyond their wildest nightmares. Office romance meets buddy cops meets yuri horror! I. Love. Buff. Women. AND LIKE- IDK SOMETHING ABOUT THEM STILL EMBRACING THEIR FEMININITY DESPITE BEING MEGA STRONG AND BUFF IS JUST- MMMGGUGHHSUEIGHAERUILGHLAEHGIEHRILGHERA- kissing all of them i love them aWUAGH <333333

but the yuri im currently enjoying chapter to chapter most rn is 2DK, G-pen, Alarm clock. Synopsis: A mangaka and her salarywoman roommate come to realize that their feelings of friendship might actually be something quite different. (OKAY THAT SYNOPSIS WAS KINDA LAME- I really like the mutual support for each other's careers and dreams also all the characters are so MWAH MWAH <3 and my fav character is actually one of the side ones ;3c)

OKAY AND ONE LAST YURI MY LIKE- JUST LIKE ME FR GUILTY PLEASURE YURI IS AMAESASETE HINAMORI-SAN!

Synopsis: Suou Yaya is admired by the whole school. Perfect grades, beautiful, an exemplary girl overall worthy of the praise she receives. From afar, her childish underclassman Hinamori Ichigo yearns to be like her...

...That is, until she finds her beloved Suou-senpai is a LOT more childish than her, and wants to be spoiled rotten, lest she'll throw a tantrum.

Why is it my guilty pleasure? I too,,,want to be spoiled,,, despite being relatively successful socially and academically,,, I relate to Suou-senpai sm auauaugsfyserukregyresg,,,rgfhreaugege,ga,reg,rea,gae,h,earh,r,,,reahra,eher

ANYWAYS THESE ARE GENERAL (and personal) RECCS IF YOU HAVE MORE SPECIFIC TASTE IM HAPPY TO GIVE YOU ONE FOR CERTAIN GENRES OR maybe TROPES

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK MWAH MWAH <33333