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dreamswithghosts · 2 years ago

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Ballroom Full of Echoes (Echo x f!Reader)

This is a 18+ fic, anyone who is under the age of 18 please do not read this!

Summary: You and Echo go undercover at a big business formal party involving the Trade Federation. You are to try to learn about a lead that the Separatists might be making a new type of droid against the clones. Some things don’t turn out as planned.

Author's Notes: THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE! It started out simple and it just kept going. I had some other ideas for this but this was getting to the point where it was personally too long for a one-shot for me. Please enjoy. Feedback is obviously greatly appreciated! Also, people requested that I start up a ping list. If you want to join it for fics like this or my little head canon posts like my One Bed Trope Post please let me know!

Tags: 18+, NSFW, Friends to Lovers, Fingering, Kissing, Creampie, Nudity, Smut, Vaginal Sex, First Kiss, Formal Wear, Mutual Pinning, Dancing, Some Fluff, Some Alcohol, Love Bites

Word Count: 8.3k

AO3: Link

“Is everyone ready?” You questioned as you looked around at the five men standing in front of you, “Once we go inside, there’s no turning back.”

There was a small series of nods from the members of the Bad Batch, all of them looking fairly confident in the job that they were about to perform. You all were to sneak into a Trade Federation formal party here at a hotel in Coruscant. Being a spy for the Republic during the Clone Wars, this was a fairly typical mission for you, but this certain mission required a team. You loved being able to get Clone Force 99 to help you when they were available.

Your target was a man by the name of Redarr Berenk, who was high up in the rankings under Nute Gunray's personal team of coworkers. You were to blend in with the party and seek out Redarr and gather as much information as you could about the rumors of a new model of battle droid being in the works. If the rumors are true, it will cause much deviation to all the clones battling out on the front lines.

"We should be landing shortly," Tech announced once he sat himself back in the pilot's seat.

"Good. Once we land, Echo and I will go in the front door to check in and the rest of you will wait for me at the back so we can sneak you in." You said calmly, your hand resting on the back of the pilot's seat, watching Tech pilot the Havoc Marauder to its designated landing platform. The ship landed with a groan and a hiss, it was a very minimal landing compared to other landings Tech had done with you aboard. Only you and Echo stepped off the ship. The rest of Clone Force 99 stayed hidden and silent on the ship. You walk through the front doors with Echo right behind you. You were dressed in what was considered business casual for someone who works with or for the senators of the grand Republic. Echo was in his usual kit, acting as a bodyguard for you who was specially commissioned by the senators of the Republic.

“Checking in?” The twi'lek clerk asked behind the desk; She barely looked up from her terminal in front of her.

“Yes. My rooms should be under the name Jay Lanni.” You said calmly falling easily into a professional facade like you have done on many missions before, “If it is not under that, try under Senator Riyo Chuchi. I am here representing her on this occasion, after all.”

The twi’lek glanced up from her terminal, her purple eyes looking at you and then glancing over your shoulder at Echo who stood behind you, “If it is just the two of you, why are you getting two rooms?”

You acted offended, “Well, ma’am, that is none of your business. I very much like my own privacy, if you are that persistent in your curiosity.”

The cleric flinched a little, realizing her mistake, and quietly started to continue her job of checking you into your rooms. She was fairly quick in handing you your keys, shyly telling you to have a nice stay. You thanked her and walked away with Echo following you right behind you. You heard Echo activate his comlink in his headpiece when he saw that there was no one around to hear them, “We have the keys, be ready at the back door.”

“Very good.” You hear Tech’s voice as you activated your own, “I have currently disabled all cameras on our route to our rooms. Hopefully, we will not raise any suspicion.”

“Good job. Hey Wrecker, remember that this is a stealth mission right now. So no sounds.” You respond calmly, making your way over to the back entrance, hearing a small whine from the big man over the comm channel. You looked around your surroundings of the luxury apartment and made sure the coast was clear before tapping the hotel key on the door panel to open the glass door. It swished open and the rest of the boys made their way into the building. With you on point and Hunter bringing up the rear, you guide the squad through the rich hallways to the elevator to take you all to the floor level where your rooms were.

The elevator pinged to your floor and everyone piled out, making it quick to the doors assigned to you and the rest of the squad. You handed one of the keys to the first room to Hunter and you went to the other. You watched Hunter open the first room and the rest of Clone Force 99 pushed their way into the hotel room, you opened your own with ease and closed the door behind you. Luckily this room had easy access to the room next to you with the other boys. You opened the door that connected the two rooms and was greeted by Crosshair who just gave you a small smirk and moved away.

Both rooms were identical, minus the fact that they mirrored each other. Both of them had two large luxury beds, covered in very plush comforters and pillows. They both had huge bathrooms that had walk-in showers and deep bathtubs. The balconies that each room had were perfect for Crosshair’s part of the mission. He was to sit on another building and watch from afar with his sniper rifle, there to cause a distraction if things went a little haywire. Plus, he is your first eye in the sky with Tech who will be watching from the cameras. Wrecker and Hunter will be on standby, ready to charge in and get Echo and yourself out of the event if things went a little too crazy. Which you hope won't happen.

"I'm going to scout," Crosshair announced, moving to the balcony door, and grabbing his rifle.

"Wait," You called, stopping him in the doorway and handing him one of the room keys. He gave you a small nod and then climbed over the ledge to scout out a spot for him to set up and watch the event from afar. Tech started to set up his little hacker station on a desk in one of the rooms already working on getting into the camera system to monitor everything.

"Hey, can we order food?" Wrecker piped in, already settling himself on one of the lush beds, his big body stretching out over it. You tell him sure and toss a tablet to him so he could order food for everyone. He smiles and instantly starts doing so. You go to your bag of stuff and head to the bathroom in the room that was not fully occupied by clones, “I’m going to start getting ready. Let me know when the tailored delivery is here.”

You hear an affirmative and leave the boys to their own devices. You know that more than likely, they will either be really good and everything will still be in one piece, or they will have everything scattered everywhere in a mess. Hopefully, the first option considering how nice the place is, but you know eventually they all will get bored.

They seemed to be quiet for about an hour until you heard a soft knock on the bathroom door you left open. You glance up from the reflection of yourself over to Echo standing in the doorway holding two garment bags. You hopped down from the spot you were sitting on the counter where you were working on your makeup and walked over to him, taking one of the bags that was labeled for you.

“Thank you.” You hummed, moving to hang up the bag, “Actually, while you’re here, can you help me with my holster?”

You reached over and grabbed your thigh holster that would eventually hold a blaster that could be easily concealed under your skirt. You were already wearing your legging shorts that would be under your dress.

“Just need help with tightening it.” You explain lightly to the clone standing in front of you. He barely seemed hesitant, moving to hang up the bag that had his specialty-made tux for him for this event. He kneeled in front of you and took the holster from your hands.

“You sure this isn’t a two-handed kind of job?” Echo teases, lightly reaching out to wrap the holster around your left thigh. You reached down, helping him place it where you wanted on your thigh.

“Very funny.” You snorted, pulling on the straps, getting the holster tight enough so it won't move around on your thigh or fall with the added weight of the blaster. Once it was tight enough, Echo removed his touch from your thigh and stood up giving you a small smile.

Out of all the clones you had ever worked with on your missions, Echo has always been the clone you have been the most comfortable around. There had been many late nights while traveling on the Havoc Marauder where you and Echo curled up in the gunner's mount, quietly conversing like teenagers about anything and everything. In the mornings, one of the other members of the batch would find you two leaning against each other asleep. If it wasn’t for the war and the constant looming fear that you may never see him again, you would probably consider him your best friend.

Echo was always someone you could rely on. Someone who you could talk to about anything and everything and feel like he is doing the same thing in return. Someone who you could let your guard down around and see for just you and all your flaws.

“Thank you.” You gave Echo a small smile in return, moving away from him to sit back up on the counter to finish putting on your makeup. Echo stood there for a second, watching you. He reached for his bag and moved to step out, “If there's anything else you need, let me know.”

“I need you to start getting dressed as well.” You teased him, which made him chuckle. He left the small fresher, probably headed to the one in the other room to get himself suited up.

When you finished your makeup, you hopped off of the counter and moved to close the door. You pulled the dress that Senator Chuchi’s tailor had specially made for this assignment. It was a long, maroon dress where the sleeves were off the shoulders and the skirt had a slit in it for easy access to your blaster if needed. You removed your top already having been wearing the tight-fitted shorts that you would wear underneath the dress and pulled it on. Sighing to yourself, realizing that you would not be able to fully zip the zipper up your back, you left it for later. You grabbed the small, velvet box that held the jewelry that the tailor had picked out to match the dress.

This entire outfit was way more formal than anything you would wear on an average day. If you never joined the army, you would have probably only dreamed of wearing something like this. You finished up everything you could do for yourself, grabbing your heels and making your way back into the main rooms of the hotel, searching out the first clone you could find, which happened to be Hunter.

“Can I get some help?” You asked him nicely, turning your back to him and showing him the half-done zipper on your back. You felt his light touch on the fabric and the sound of the zipper sliding up your back.

“This color suits you.” He complimented, removing his hands when he finished his task. You politely thanked him, moving to sit down at the foot of one of the beds to put the heels on your feet. Tech moved over from his little technology corner, handing you a small device.

“Put this in your ear. No one should be able to notice it and I will be able to communicate with you through it.” Tech informed you. You smiled at him and thanked him, the device easily fitting in your ear. It was light and comfortable enough that you honestly might forget it's even there. Tech moved back to his computers and you heard some small beeping from the device for a moment and then Tech’s voice simply testing the audio functions. You let him know it was working and finished putting on your shoes.

As you stood, Echo made his way out of the other fresser completely dressed in his tux. It was mostly black with the vest under the jacket that is maroon red to match your dress. His right sleeve was specially tailored for the scomp on his arm. Not entirely concealing it, but almost giving it its own special flare. He stopped looking at you in your dress, completely pausing his actions.

“You… That color really suits you.” Echo said after a moment, almost as if he had to reboot things in his brain. You laughed lightly at his reaction. His words were very similar to Hunter’s complement earlier.

“I could say the same thing for you.” You teased him, walking over to him to gently adjust the tie that was around his neck, “You clean yourself up nicely.”

He did look very handsome while dressed formally.

“You two have less than thirty minutes until the event starts,” Tech informed you, breaking your attention away from Echo for just a small moment.

“Did I seriously take that long to get ready?” You gasped, looking back at the room. You now realized that Crosshair was already gone from the room with Wrecker lounging out on one of the beds. He looked like he was already asleep if you didn’t see a tracker on the holo pad showing the time left for food to arrive sitting right next to him on the pillow. You know that man will be up in a split second when he sees that the food has arrived.

Echo held out his arm to you, giving you one of his naturally handsome smiles, "We shouldn't keep Rendarr waiting."

You smiled softly at him in return and took his arm. You opened the door to the room exit and stepped out. Behind you, you heard Hunter yell out something along the lines of “Don't party too hard,” which had you giggling.

You and Echo made your way down to the formal event. The two of you blended in easily into the crowd of partygoers acting as one of the many couples in the event. It was always super easy to work with Echo on undercover ops. He obviously had past experience with him being an ARC Trooper. Some of the stories he told you about his past missions were unfathomable compared to most of your missions. Plus, the close friendship that you had made things so much easier.

"I see Rendarr, northside of the bar. Looks to be ordering a drink." You heard Crosshair hiss over the coms.

"Care for a drink?" You acted innocent as you pulled your mission partner with you toward the desired location of your target. You were quick to spot the man in the spot Crosshair had commed. You and Echo walk up to the bar and you waved the bartender down, ordering a glass of wine for each of you.

Once you got your drink, you took a simple sip from it, getting your red lipstick on the glass. You watch your target, waiting for the perfect moment to grab his attention. When you spotted it, you discreetly tapped Echo twice, letting him know you were going to step away from him and he needed to watch you.

"I don't think I have met you before." You pulled on your best persona to get this man's attention. It worked, he set down his empty glass on one of the trays of a server droid that passed by.

"I'm Rendarr Berenk, the main assistant for Nute Gunray." He introduced himself, being fairly obvious that he was checking you out. You acted to not be phased by any of his actions, keeping your eyes focused on his, "May I ask who I have gotten the pleasure of speaking to?"

"I am Jay Lanni, the representative for Senator Riyo Chuchi this evening." You responded pleasantly, giving him your best smile.

"Oh really? I had not realized she was invited to events like this." He responded with genuine surprise.

"Well, after what happened with the blockade on Pantora, the Trade Federation tends to invite her to events like this as an apology." You explained calmly, like this was common knowledge, "But Senator Chuchi is a very busy woman, so she sends me instead."

The two of you break into light, formal conversation, making it seem that it is simple and easy for him to continue to converse with you. Eventually, he fell for your trap, asking you to dance. You gracefully accepted, taking his hand as he led you to the dance floor.

Once there, you continued the conversation, trying to slowly work your way into getting the information you needed from the man. He seemed fairly resilient, only giving you vague answers. You started to get the feeling that this man might not have the information you needed. So you decided to call it, slipping your secret word into the conversation that would let Echo know to come and get you away. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him doing just that. Echo casually made his way over to the two of you.

"May I take my dear friend for a dance?" Echo asked, holding his hand out for you to take. Rendarr made a look of surprise, probably not expecting you to have been here with someone. You politely thanked Rendarr for the dance and then took Echo's hand, letting him whisk you away further into the dance floor.

"Well, that was a bust." You sighed, instinctively shifting closer as you danced now that you were with someone you considered to be comfortable with. You could smell his cologne now that he was closer to you, almost chest to chest. The two of you move in a simple dance, his hand holding yours and his scomp resting lightly on your hip. You had your free hand resting on his shoulder. Echo made a small hum of agreement in response to your words. You wouldn’t admit it out loud at this moment, but it's nice to have Echo out with you like this on this mission.

“It might not fully be one.” You hear Tech chime in, in your earpiece, “There is a terminal in the basement, just under this event that might have some information that we need. I cannot get into it from here, but the computer has Rendarr’s name on it.”

“It's worth a shot.” Echo hummed, his eyes already scanning around the party to find a way the two of you could slip out. You nodded your head in agreement, pointing at an exit you spotted.

The two of you danced for about two more songs and then slipped away from the dancefloor. You kept your hand tight in Echo’s grip, letting him lead the two of you to the exit. The two of you managed to easily slip away without being noticed. You made your way to the elevator, hitting the button for the basement.

“Where are we headed, Tech?” You called once you knew the coast was clear.

“Once you reach the basement floor, you will head down the corridor. Take your first right and then the door should be the third one on your left.” He informed you.

Bing.

You and Echo step out into an empty corridor. The hallways were a lot duller than the rest of the hotel, making it obvious that this was mostly only to be seen by staff and maintenance crews. You shot a look over at Echo, sizing up how he was feeling about this. All you got was the normal determination that sits on his face when the group was on missions like this.

“Let’s go.” You sigh and start down the hallway, your heels clicking softly on the tile flooring as the two of you walk. You reached the right turn and were about to turn down it, when Echo reached out, grabbed your arm, and pulled you back. The two of you hid in a small dip in the walls, bodies pressed to the cold surface.

Echo’s eyes were locked in with yours, his finger covering his mouth as a silent signal to stay quiet. Letting out a soft breath you realized you were holding, you listened closely. Down the hallway you were about to go down, there was the sound of two pairs of boots quietly patrolling toward the two of you.

The two of you stayed silent, together in a close space listening for the guards to either turn away or go further down the hallway. They sounded like they were coming right this way.

The look on Echo’s face was the same look he had given to you before. It was a look that told you he was going to be apologizing profusely to you after this. You raised an eyebrow at him, looking confused.

Then, Echo leaned in. Right as when the guards turned the corner, Echo pressed his lips to yours. You were so shocked for one split second, you didn’t respond. But you quickly got the idea of what he was trying to do, so you pushed forwards kissing him back, and hard. Echo made a soft noise from the back of his throat, a similar sound of surprise when you first made yourself comfortable next to his body long ago in the gunner's mount of the Marauder.

He was quick to return the passion, taking your breath away, softly pressing his body up to yours as his hand and scomp held your hips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close to your body. You could taste the wine the both of you had been drinking on his lips as you sucked on his bottom lip.

The two of you kissed for a while, long enough to make you forget why you had started to kiss in the first place. You have to admit it, he was honestly an amazing kisser. Eventually, Echo pulled away, the both of you breathing deeply. He must have been somehow listening for the guard’s steps while kissing you to the point you went dumb. You could hear the guards now on the opposite side of where you needed to go.

You found yourself quietly giggling, “Please tell me you’ve had to do that before on a different mission.”

Echo blinked, looking just a little surprised that you did not seem upset. He then made a small smirk, you saw that your lipstick was now smeared all over his lips as well, “No, I haven’t.”

“Well, I certainly am surprised.” You were still giggling. You reached into his jacket and found the handkerchief that you knew was in there and pulled it out, “You’ve got something on your face.”

Echo made a look of confusion at first, but he quickly figured it out as you tried to rub the bright red lipstick from his face to make it less noticeable. He started to softly laugh as well making it a little difficult. Once you were satisfied, you handed him the cloth back to him.

“So, you’re not upset?” He asked, trying to get a verbal confirmation that you were not upset at him for doing something first without your permission. You easily slid yourself out from between him and the wall, turning the corner, and heading to where you needed to be to complete the mission.

“How can I be, with a performance like that?” You gave him a smile, looking over your shoulder at him. He seemed stuck in place for a moment, his pale brown eyes locked on you. He quickly pulled himself out of whatever he was thinking and followed you with a smile on his face.

The two of you got to the office with ease after the first encounter. You found the terminal that Tech had mentioned sitting next to a desk in a very elaborate office. Echo had to take off his top tuxedo jacket to scomp into the terminal. He made a small frown as you watched his eyes dart left and right like he was reading text.

“This might take a bit. There is a lot of information.” He hummed as he closed his eyes focusing on the data. You make a small hum letting him know you heard him and moved to sit on the opposite desk. You stayed quiet, listening for anyone who might approach the room and watch Echo as he worked.

He stayed completely still besides his scomp link moving as the computer in his brain worked to find the information he needed. He would look over at you now and then, the only time his eyes would stop moving and focus once again on his surroundings. He would give you a small smile and then close his eyes again after a moment. You would return the smile, always fascinated with how Echo’s mind and body worked when his mind was deep into data. It was something you could probably watch for hours. Not out of curiosity, but more as an appreciation that this man, this living being, had gone through so much, and instead of succumbing to what has happened to him, he rather embraced it. You always admired his strength.

Suddenly, you sat up straighter, hearing the sounds of approaching footsteps, “Echo, how fast can you get out?”

Echo’s pale brown eyes opened, looking over at you with concern. He instantly knew that someone was coming.

“Not fast enough.” He grunted.

Now it was time for you to do something crazy. You moved off of the desk for a moment, moving your body between Echo and the desk. It was a tight fit, but you hiked up your skirt, pulling yourself back onto the desk right in front of him.

“Trust me.” You whispered, and Echo gave you a look like he was about to say something, but you stopped him, pulling him close to your body for the second time this night. You wrapped your legs around his torso and used both of your hands to press his face into your chest. He froze for only a split second but quickly relaxed into your touch, his free hand laying on your now bare thigh. The tips of his fingers just barely touched the hem of the shorts you were wearing under the dress. You had situated the two of you the way you wanted right as the door opened hearing the sound of a man behind you make a noise of disgust.

“Do you mind?” You made yourself sound exasperated, glancing over your shoulder at the guard who looked like he had seen a ghost. Echo surprised you for the second time tonight, moving on his own accord. He kept his eyes closed and buried his face into your neck. You felt his lips softly kissing the tender spots along your neck, making you gasp out.

“This is a restricted area.” The guard seemed to find his voice after the initial shock of finding two individuals in an office looking like they were attempting to do something intimate.

“Exactly, so leave us alone.” Your voice seemed to shake a little with how good Echo was starting to make you feel with his lips on his neck, now sucking on the delicate skin. This all made the scene look even more convincing to the guard.

He stood there flustered for another moment. It was enough time that Echo was able to back out of the system and be able to safely unhook his scomp. You heard the soft click and then Echo raised to his full height, instead of leaning over with his arm connected to a computer. He grabbed your waist, pulling your body even closer to his.

“I suggest you leave.” Echo’s voice was suddenly deep enough that you could feel his chest rumble against your own. It surprised you how much it affected you. The guard seemed to hesitate for a moment but then decided to back out.

When you heard the soft swish of the door closing behind the guard, Echo suddenly surged up, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss for the second time this evening. You instantly melted into his touch, getting lost in the smooth feeling of his lips on yours and the warmth of his body against yours. You laced your fingers behind his head, pulling him down to meet the kiss making a soft happy hum.

You two kissed until the both of you had to come up for air. Echo gazed down at you, his pale brown eyes now mostly black with how much his pupils dilated. His chest heaved as he took in a deep breath and leaned back in, his mouth attacking your neck again. His teeth grazed against the soft skin right under your ear, pulling a soft moan from your lips.

“Echo.” You gasped softly, your arms holding around his shoulders tighter. He made a small hum in response, his pelvis rocking up against your own, making you wrap your legs around his slender hips. You could feel that you were not the only one being affected by the stunt the two of you had just pulled. You decided to let go of his shoulders, running your hands down his clothed chest, your fingers grazing over the fancy buttons of his maroon vest, as you reached his belt. Your fingers gripped the fine leather, pulling his hips closer to yours. You were rewarded by the most attractive groan you had ever heard in your entire existence.

“He’s going to be back soon with reinforcements,” Echo grunted, his lips still on your neck. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had somehow already made a mark on your neck with the way he was treating you.

“Do you have the data we need or do you need to scomp in again?” You felt like you weren’t even hearing your own voice when you responded to him. You sounded so breathless from Echo just kissing and holding you.

“No, I think I have the information we need.” Echo reluctantly pulled away, gazing down at you once again. He looked unraveled, his shirt not as pristine as it was when the event first started. You could see some of it was already being pulled out from where it was previously tucked in. You hopped off of the desk, your dress skirt falling over your legs as you stood. You moved close into Echo’s space once again, not wanting to let go of the feeling of having him so close to you.

“Let’s get out of here then.” You took Echo’s hand, pulling him out of the office. You checked to make sure the coast was clear and practically pulled him back to the elevator. The elevator doors closed behind you, and you punched in your floor number to take the two of you back to the hotel rooms.

You and Echo were instantly drawn to each other once again like magnets to metal. You found yourself pressed up against the wall of the elevator as you were kissing Echo deeply once again.

Should you be surprised that this was happening to the two of you? Probably. But then again, the two of you have been super close. Echo knew you better than any other living being in this world and you felt like it was safe to say that you knew him just as much. It wasn’t like you’d never seen Echo as someone who wasn’t attractive in any way. Much the opposite. There had been many lonely nights where he appeared in your mind as you tried to sleep or in your dreams.

“Do you want this?” He asked you after the two of you broke away for air from a really deep kiss. You were already gripping onto his belt once again, with one of your legs wrapped around his hip. His scomp was holding it up. You could feel his arousal through the many layers of fabric against your inner thigh.

You knew what he was asking, instantly. He was your best friend after all. You nodded smiling at him, “Yes. I do.”

You leaned forward, giving his neck the same treatment he had done to you in the office earlier and you were rewarded once again with Echo’s wonderful sounds. He felt so good against you, it made you shiver wondering how it would feel when it became skin-on-skin.

The elevator pinged softly, letting the two of you know that it had arrived at its destination. You had to reluctantly pull away once again to move this affair to the privacy of one of your hotel rooms. You will probably have to shoo the other boys out of it and lock the doors once you get there.

Echo took your hand this time, leading you down the hallway. The both of you had big smiles on your faces and excitement in your eyes. You reached the door you had first opened when you arrived at the hotel and used your key to open it up. You were surprised to find the one room vacant, the door that connected the two rooms closed, leaving space for you and your partner. You took it as a moment of luck and strolled right over to one of the beds, kicking off your heels along the way.

Echo followed you close behind, pausing for a moment to get his shoes off as well. You stopped at the foot of the bed, turning around and grabbing Echo by his coat, pulling it off his shoulders. Quick to follow was that beautiful vest, you undoing each of the buttons and his tie. You threw them on the floor haphazardly, knowing you’ll pick everything up once the deed is done. Echo leaned down, kissing you as his hand slid behind your back, making quick and easy work with the zipper on the back of your dress.

The dress only came down enough to reveal your breasts, the rest of the silk fabric bunching up at your hips. Echo gazed down at you with nothing but lust on his face. He leaned down, cupping one of your breasts with his hand and used his mouth to give the other attention. He pulled sweet moans from your lips as it caused you to pause your attempts at getting his white formal shirt unbuttoned.

When Echo was satisfied with his work on your chest, he reached down, grabbed your hips, and tossed you onto the bed. You made a small gasp as your body hit the soft comforter on the bed. He smiled at you and crawled on top of you. It was one of those classic, crooked smiles he would give you that always gave your stomach butterflies in a normal situation. Now, it made you feel dizzy with arousal.

“Since you two are safely back in the room, I am going to turn off the communication devices.” You jumped, suddenly hearing Tech’s voice in your ear from the device he had given to you, “When you are done, I would like to look at the information Echo managed to get.”

Then there was a soft beep, telling you the device had powered down. You flushed deeply in embarrassment. He must have heard everything. That must have also been the reason this room had already been closed off. Everyone else in the Bad Batch knew what was going on. You reached up and pulled the small device out of your ear, tossing it onto the table next to the bed.

Echo above you was reaching up, hitting a button on the device on his head. Probably turning all of his communications off as well. You then hear him start to laugh softly, his hand soothingly running up and down your side. With Echo laughing, you were quick to be put at ease.

“They’ve probably heard worse, haven’t they?” You asked with a soft giggle in your voice. Echo chucked deeply, pressing down to kiss you on the lips, “I’ll tell you those stories another day.”

You smiled softly into the kiss, this one being a little more gentle compared to the ones the two of you had been experiencing before. You took the moment to reach down and finish unbuttoning his top, pulling it out from where it was tucked into his pants and opening it up to reveal his chest to you.

You should be surprised, but somehow you are not at the sight of metal embedded into Echo’s skin. He had told you a long time ago that he was technically a cyborg. “More machine than man,” Tech had once told you. You knew going into this that Echo was completely different than anyone you had ever met. You lightly ran your fingers over the small ports that lined his chest and stomach, more curious than disturbed. The feeling of your hands on Echo made him shiver some, his pale face flushing a beautiful blush.

“Can you feel those?” You smiled softly at him, watching his reaction to your touch.

“Kind of? It’s hard to explain.” Echo murmured as he leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips, You hummed, kissing him in return, melting into his touch. Eventually, you pulled away and aimed for one of the ports above his collarbone. You kissed and sucked on the scarred skin around the metal embedded in his skin. Echo’s breath hitched and he made another delightful noise in response.

He reached down and started to pull up your dress. His hand shaking from your ministrations and his stomach flexing in arousal. You gave him a satisfied hum in response, encouraging him. He got to the holster on your leg and pulled the blaster that had been sitting against your thigh all night. He lightly tossed it onto the table next to the earpiece. He removed the holster next, his body moving down yours, his lips reaching the tender skin between your thighs. He softly kissed and sucked on the skin, leaving small marks that you know will probably be there the next day.

His skilled fingers hook under the waistband of your shorts, and pull them down as well as the underwear you were wearing underneath. You feel your characteristic shyness bubble up from your stomach as your thighs shook some, wanting to close your legs and hide from the wonderful man lying between them. Echo was going to have none of that, his right arm wrapping around your leg, the tip of his scomp laying on your hip.

He gave you a dazzling smile, his free hand running through your folds enticing a moan from you. You could quickly tell this wasn’t the first time he had done this. That classic rumor that all ARC Troopers were skilled in bed was coming to light. Echo made a small hum, satisfied with the noises he pulled out of you as he slid his fingers into your entrance quickly finding the one spot that made you see stars and cry out.

“Do you want to let the entire hotel know what I’m doing to you?” Echo teased softly, his breath on your skin making you shiver. You let out a heady groan, the idea enticing, but you slapped a hand over your mouth to try to keep yourself quiet. You couldn’t help it with how good Echo was being to you already. Echo made a breathy chuckle and leaned his head down, his lips kissing your clit and making your hips jerk.

Echo looked like he was a tooka getting some cream after a long time. His eyes blown wide as he sucked and lapped at the tender nerves with a big grin on his lips. His fingers worked all kinds of noises from your lungs as you trembled in pleasure.

“E-Echo!” You gasped out as you tried to rock your hips closer to his menstruation. He just chuckled against you, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine. The hand not covering your mouth, reaching for the top of his head, your nails accidentally scratching pink lines on the back of his head.

“You look so good like this.” He rumbled, his eyes locked onto yours, “Probably even better dressed up in this dress.”

He was referring to the dress that was still somehow wrapped around your lower stomach. The skirt of the dress was draped out under the two of you on the bed. You flushed, feeling a bit lost for words on the compliment.

“You wanna cum like this?” Echo breathed heavily. He looked like he was enjoying this as much as you were, if not more, “Want to cum on my fingers and tongue? Then make you cum again on my cock?”

His words had you whining and rocking your hips up against his fingers which were still inside you. Your core was already clenching down on them some. He could probably stop his touches and continue talking like he is and you would probably cum just from that.

"Please." You moaned, wiggling your hips a little bit, trying to encourage him to back up his words. You were rewarded with a sexy chuckle and his head dipped back down to your clit, rewarding you with his sucking. He picked up his pace and menstruation. You started to feel the telltale warmth start to bubble in your belly with your pending climax.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” Echo rumbled against you.

His words and his demand were the last ingredients to your climax. You let out a deep moan, your legs shaking hard as you jerked your hips. You toppled over your edge as you felt your inner walls squeezing around Echo’s fingers. Gasping deeply, you came hard against Echo’s face. Echo grumbled his approval, still working his tongue and fingers on you to extend your orgasm.

Panting lightly, you slowly came down from the high of your orgasm. You started to get sensitive and gently pulled Echo away. He sat up with a big grin on his face. You laid flat out on the bed for a bit to catch your breath.

"I'm guessing this was good." Echo was being cheeky. He crawled up your body and leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. You made a small laugh, shivering a little at the feeling of his chest against yours. The ports embedded in his skin surprisingly felt really good.

You reached down to Echo's belt, working his pants open. He made a small hum of approval as you worked on getting his pants and underwear off his hips, revealing his cock to you. He kicked his pants off to the side and you bit your lip at the sight of the man on top of you. You reached for his cock and started to gently stroke it at first, gaining a groan from Echo as a reward.

The two of you kissed each other, you swallowing down his soft moans as you stroked him. It didn't take you too long for you to start squirming under him again and for him to gently pull your hand away from his member.

Echo hooked your left leg up again with his scomp arm, this time lifting it up a bit more, your calf resting on his shoulder. He lined himself up against your entrance, his tip lightly running through your folds.

"You ready?" He asked you lightly, checking to make sure you were good. You nodded, giving him a small smile and arching your hips up to encourage him, "Yes."

He slowly started to push in, the both of you simultaneously moaning at the feeling. He stayed still for a moment once he was all the way in, probably for the both of you to adjust a bit. His pale brown eyes staring down at you, watching your reactions.

"Echo, move." You groaned after a moment, trying to move your hips to get him to do what you asked. You reached up to grab him as well, but his one free hand grabbed yours, interlacing your fingers together.

He then started to move. It was slow at first, savoring this moment. You found yourself helplessly getting vocal again as he managed to tilt his hips just enough to make you feel like you were seeing stars. Encouraging him to pick his pace, he started to get as vocal as you were getting. He made some of the most beautiful moans, making your cunt squeeze him tight.

"I'm not going to last much longer." Echo groaned, "C’mon, cum for me, baby."

Considering both of his hands were occupied, you reached down with the one spare hand you had left. You quickly reached your clit, rubbing it just right to tip you over the edge for the second time tonight.

"That's it." Echo gasped, being able to feel you tighten down around him. His hips quickly loosing its rhythm as he fucked you through your climax.

"Echo!" You cried out as your whole body tensed around him. It felt amazing. Even more so when Echo buried himself deep into you and reached his climax as well. You instantly felt warm all over, your toes curling in pleasure.

You clung to each other as you both slowly lowered yourself down from the high of your climax. He let go of your leg, letting it rest on the bed as he leaned down, just barely keeping himself up on shaking arms. You wrapped an arm around his shoulder, holding him close to your body as the both of you gave each other soft kisses on the cheek and on your shoulders. He was still holding your hand as well.

You two basked in the afterglow for a while, starting up a soft conversation as you did. It was mostly about how it had been a long time since either of you had done anything like this.

"C’mon. Let's get cleaned up." Echo eventually sighed, pulling himself out of the bed and pulled you up as well.

"What if I want to stay stinky?" You teased him lightly, slowly getting out of the bed after him. Your legs were still a bit shaky as your dress fell to the floor around your feet.

Echo gave you a smirk, "Then I guess you won't be getting any cuddles tonight."

You made a noise that sounded like you were offended as you watched him walk into the fresher. You took the moment to watch Echo walk in front of you. The white dress shirt still hid most of his back implants, but you could still see the ridge of his spine from them.

Even from the damage that Echo had received from Skako Minor, all the metal and mechanics, he still looked beautiful to you. Seeing all the scarring and what his body had to endure, and the small improvement since you first met him, made your heart swell. He was truly a marvel to wonder.

You followed Echo into the fresher, quietly watching him as he removed the last remaining clothes he was wearing and started up the shower. He paused after a moment when he noticed you were staring at him.

"What?" He had an eyebrow raised.

"Just thinking about how beautiful you are." You admitted after a pause.

Echo made a small snort, reaching out to you to entice you into the shower with him, "I think that's supposed to be my line."

You made a small giggle, letting him pull you into the warm shower. He put you under the spray first, reaching for the soap and starting to gently lather your body up. You relaxed under the warm water and gentle embrace that Echo was giving you. If you could pause time right now, you probably would. Spend eternity in the warm and comfort with Echo, still basking in the afterglow of the intimate moment you two just had.

When you deemed that Echo was done with you, you reached out giving him the same treatment. The hard muscles of his body quickly become soft and relaxed under your touch. He made a satisfied hum, resting his head on your shoulder, giving you sweet kisses on your neck.

After a moment, you heard him speak your name. You paused your actions, sucking up a deep breath.

"Echo. Please don't say what I think you're going to say." You felt your lungs tighten some as he lifted his head, soft eyes locking with your own.

"Why not?" He asked you, his face was serious. You knew what he wanted to say. You knew deep down you wanted to say you loved him too.

"Because it's not something we can afford right now. Especially with this war." You watched Echo's face fall at your words. You reached out with both of your hands taking his face in them, running your thumbs lightly over his cheekbones, trying to silently soothe him before he got too upset.

"What about after the war?" His eyes looked hopeful, still not wanting to let this go. You sighed softly, leaning in and giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Okay. After the war. We can try then. If we both survive it."

He made a small nod, wrapping his arms tightly around you in an embrace.

"After the war." He promised.

Tag List: @stripeverse @stardusthuntress @fantasyproductions

Divider by: @saradika

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lumosatnight · 2 years ago

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5 Underrated Ships (+ recs)

All of these ship asks have been making me scroll through my fics list, and I've realized there are some ships that I just really vibe with but probably no one will ever ask me about. So, I'm forcing them on you instead! Mwuahaha. Here are 5 underrated ships with fics recs!!

1. Bellatrix/Molly (Mollytrix)

Canonically speaking, Molly and Bellatrix attended Hogwarts at the same time, most likely even in the same year. Just imagine Gryffindor!Molly striking up a friendship with Slytherin!Bellatrix. Now imagine that spanning years and years. Imagine Molly being devastated when she has to break things off because "Bella's been spending just a little too much time talking about joining a cult." Imagine years and years pass and Bellatrix sees Ginny on the battlefield. "She looks just like her, the one who left her, the one who abandoned her." Molly personally killing Bellatrix in the BOH seemed awfully personal, I'm just saying.

My ship rating: Mollywobbles Bellabobbles

My fic rec: The Melted Water Can Harden Again by ReasonPapers [M, 4.3k]

Bellatrix Black is distracted from her infatuation with her sister when her advanced studies couple her with a witch her equal-- Molly Prewett.

2. Tom/Myrtle (Tyrtle)

This was brought up the other day in the HPFC server, and I was reminded how much I absolutely adore this pairing. Why did Myrtle have to die? Tom, especially at the age of 16, seemed particularly selective with his kills. I do not believe for a single second that Myrtle just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I think they had history. Probably one-sided, probably very unhealthy, but I believe she was more than just a passing annoyance to Tom.

My ship rating: slow and steady wins the race

My fic rec: Snake Eyes by @diana-skye [M, 1.4k]

There’s a single moment, between yellow eyes and nothingness, where she remembers. [Or - What if Myrtle wasn't a random victim of Tom Riddle? What if he was someone she knew, even someone she loved?]

3. Lucius/Arthur (Luthur)

The bookshop scene in CoS has too much tension for Lucius and Arthur not to have a complicated past. They got in a full-on brawl in the middle of the bookstore with both their families present. Look me in the face and tell me there isn't something else going on there. An unrequited love? A past hook-up? Lingering feelings? Something. Anything.

My ship rating: "Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.

My fic rec: The Seduction of Arthur Weasley by Farbautidottir [M, 15.8]

After Lucius Malfoy goads Arthur Weasley into a brawl at Flourish and Blotts, both men find themselves stuck on their mutual memory of the night they spent together in 1967, before the Wizarding War began. But Lucius wants more than just a memory.

4. Narcissa/Charity (Charcissa)

I'm actually a huge fan of Charity and a lot of characters (Charity/Severus, Charity/Draco, Charity/Hogwarts professor), but something about being trapped in the Malfoy's manor and strung up above the Malfoy's table makes Charity/Narcissa extra special. Narcissa being in her own home and having absolutely no power to stop Voldemort from staining her dining room table. Delicious angst.

My ship rating: let me in!!!!

My fic rec: charity begins at home by @leftsidedown [M, 200]

It ends there, at any rate. or: Narcissa has always been greedy.

5. Luna/Theo (LoveNott)

I personally headcannon Luna and Theo as kind of the oddballs in their houses. Luna is a Ravenclaw, sure. She's witty and clever and smart (albeit not in the usual test-taking way), but she's also flighty and prone to delusion and weird (yes, she's super weird and we love her for that). We don't know much about Theo, but I picture him as quiet and nerdy and a little bit of a pushover. With such strong personalities, such as Draco and Pansy in your house, someone's gotta be the meek one. But he's also reluctant to follow someone blindly. He's reluctant to dedicate himself to a cause that he really doesn't know that much about. I love the idea of Luna and Theo getting into ethical debates. Luna shows more care to magical creatures than Theo has seen Death Eaters show to fellow wizards. Luna is weird and wild and unpredictable, which is the complete opposite of what Theo has always known, and he likes it.

My ship rating: I'm not Nott in love

My fic rec: littler dazzler, little song by @vesperics [T, 3.6k]

His mouth tastes like vinegar and his skull is nearly vibrating with pain and Luna Lovegood is sitting beside him like some sort of strange guardian, flower-bound headband and bare feet and all.

Tagging cuz I'm interested but also you definitely don't need to provide recs: @bleepbloopbotz, @schmem14, @indigo-scarf, @naurcissamilfoy, @siriusly-sapphic, @peachpety

#tag game #ship asks #asked and answered #lumosinthelibrary

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monamourbladie · 1 year ago

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The Man of My Dreams - Blade x Reader (chapter 5)

Who said that the man of your dreams couldn’t be real? After having dreams of the same mystery man for 2 weeks straight, the reader sets off on a journey to find the mystery man known as “Blade” that had been occupying her mind every single night. After realizing that he might actually be a real person, and not just a man she made up, she will finally discover parts of her past that had been long forgotten and locked away. (Originally posted on AO3, which can be read here. Also posted on Wattpad, which is here.)

Chapters Masterlist

warnings: slow burn, slight enemies to lovers themes, fluff, HEAVY angst throughout the entire story (not kidding.), soulmates, memory loss, mutual pining, eventual smut, pwp, renheng themes

Tag List: (@ me to be added) @kimura-uzuri

Against his better judgment, Blade had decided to follow Kafka secretly. He kept a far enough distance from her that she was completely oblivious to him being there, and was able to refrain from accidentally interfering with things he shouldn't be. He truly didn't understand what the point of giving herself up to the Divination Commission was. To him, it was unnecessary and unbelievably risky. Plus, how was he supposed to know for certain what the "signal" was?

Eventually, he found a perch to remain at and watch the events conspire at a distance. He kept his blade close to him to remain cautious as he watched over her. A group of people walked up towards Kafka, all of them looking agitated. He was too far to understand what anyone was saying, so he sat and waited to make sure Kafka was alright.

He noticed her start to pull out her guns, and the other people followed suit, and Blade began to feel worry bubble up inside of him. He gripped his sword tightly and he felt a strong surge of the mara well up inside him, causing him to groan and clutch his head. "*F-Fuck...* Not... not now," he growled, forcing his body to overthrow it. Usually, Kafka was right there to soothe the mara, but he was on his own this time. Thankfully, the anger subsided within him quickly when a woman with bright pink hair appeared literally from the sky and descended onto the group. He watched as she magically created handcuffs for Kafka, and just like that, they were escorted out. However, one woman remained.

A harsh breeze picked up and flew past Blade. A few flowers from the sparse grassy areas were picked up from the wind and flew past him - noticeably, a spider lily. He let out a soft chuckle seeing one landing at his feet. "I can't seem to escape these, can I?" he muttered to himself. He took it in his hand, and flung it into the air - the wind picking it up and blowing it towards the woman. Blade's eyes widened when she noticed the lily and picked it up, and started to look around. "Shit..." he grumbled, grabbing his sword once again. It was definitely past the time to go...

As if things couldn't get any worse, he was spotted. She had examined the lily and then looked up in his direction - and from the distance he was at, he still managed to feel their eye contact from across the zone. He wished he could've seen who she was in greater detail, but even from the distance they were separated, he felt as if she looked familiar.

Could she be...? No. No way. Blade shook his head and fled, retreating to the small hideout Kafka had picked out for the pair. Once he returned, he glanced at his phone to check the time. It was around 6 pm by now, and the sun was beginning to set on the Luofu. He entered the abandoned campsite that Kafka had chosen for them and sat inside one of the tents, keeping the drapes open to allow light to enter into the small space. He set his blade down beside him and sent a message to Silver Wolf.

B: Kafka has been taken. The next phase has begun. I'll be awaiting her signal to move in and retrieve her.

After about 10 minutes, Silver Wolf finally decided to reply.

SW: mb was in a comp match

elio said itll happen around 2 am better set an alarm

B: Thanks for the warning.

He set an alarm on his phone for one in the morning, giving him an hour to prepare and journey to wherever the Commission. Seeing as there was nothing else for him to do, he decided to meditate to clear his mind. It was something trivial that hardly worked for him as the years went by, but he still held out hope that clearing his mind would eventually find him peace. However this time, he simply ended up falling asleep. Instead of falling into a dream like usual, he was being shown a memory of his, long forgotten and tucked away.

People were screaming and yelling all around him. A terrible fight had broken out within the palace of the High-Cloud Quintet. Mara-struck soldiers had invaded the palace walls, and the Quintet alongside himself and another woman were currently trying to fend them off. "Yingxing! You must get out of here!" A woman called out to him. Blade looked around confused. The sound of his old name - his previous life - never failed to make his blood boil. Only this time, he was only filled with anxiety and a sense of need to preserve his life...

"I'm not leaving. I'm fighting and staying to protect you all!" he replied, looking at the woman. Jingliu. It had been so long since he had seen her face... Blade wanted to rush forward and thrust his sword into her throat for the pain and suffering he caused her, but he couldn't. He wasn't in control of his body. He was simply a bystander as the memory took full control, replaying everything down to the smallest details. Certain parts were foggy, of course - and that was due to the Mara having invaded all his memories.

"Then you better use that sword and fight like hell, Yingxing," she replied with a smirk. "Yingxing!" Another female voice called out. Yingxing turned around and saw a woman rushing towards him. She was a Vidyadharian, he could tell by her small white horns. Any other identifiable features were covered by her hair, or darkened by the shadows that he could not place exactly who the woman was. She rushed forward and enveloped him in a tight hug. "What the hell are you doing here, sweetheart? You have to go, it's not at all safe for you!" she said, visibly shaken. Sweetheart... huh?

"I'm not leaving without you," he replied sternly, resting his hand on her cheek. He was frustrated that he could not figure out who this woman was. This was a new memory he hadn't thought of in a long, long time... She let out a soft laugh as she leaned into his touch, "Damn you for being such a stubborn man... you know that?" she murmured. Yingxing grinned at her and kissed her forehead gently. "You know it. Got a weapon?" the woman pulled away from him and grabbed her spear from behind her, nodding at him. "Let's kill these fuckers."

The two began to engage in the battle with the rest of their friends, working as hard as they could to fight off the seemingly never-ending Mara-struck army that kept invading the palace. Soon, it seemed as if the battle was almost won as the mara-struck armies slowed down, looking scattered compared to how many there were beforehand. Finally, there were only a handful left, and they would've won the attack.

Yingxing and the unnamed woman fought side by side until the last one fell near them. The Vidyadharian woman thrust her spear into the heart of a soldier, and he fell to the ground. Yingxing was breathing erratically, exhausted from the draining battle. "Nice shot," he complimented with a breathy laugh. She smiled brightly at him as she pulled the spear back, the blood of the soldier coating the tip of the weapon as it slowly trickled down the hilt. "I... I think that was all of them. We won," she said, her smile widening. Yingxing let out a triumphant laugh as he moved in to hug her when he felt something sharp hit him through his upper torso. His eyes widened as he felt the weapon fully pierce his skin, and he immediately went to rest his hand on the wound.

The woman screamed out in terror as she rushed towards him, Yingxing's eyes impossibly wide as he looked down at what was thrust through his body in shock. He let out a heavy cough as blood spilled from his lips and he staggered forward. The woman immediately caught him as he started to collapse, helping ease him down slowly. "Yingxing!" she cried out in terror as she held him, tears immediately welling up in her eyes. To Blade's surprise, her face was still shrouded in mystery to him. This woman was important to him - so why can't he recognize her?

Blade then realized what this memory was. This was the night he died. The night he was forced to become immortal.

"Yingxing, look at me! You're... you're going to be okay! I p-promise!" she stammered, tears falling onto Yingxing's body which was beginning to grow cold already. His vision was going blurry, his gaze fixated on the woman he was in love with...

He couldn't make sense of anything else going on. He could only focus on her, trying his hardest to ignore the pain rushing through his body. It was the worst thing he had ever felt up to that point. With a shaky hand, he moved his left hand up and slowly brushed his fingers against the woman's cheek, "I love you," Yingxing said weakly. This made the woman cry harder as she moved to gently kiss his hand, holding it tightly, "Please don't leave me. You can't." She ran her other hand through his long white hair in an attempt to soothe him.

He couldn't fight the inevitable much longer. As much as he wanted to stare at her forever, he couldn't... His eyelids grew too heavy, and with a final shaky breath -

Blade sat up heaving heavily, waking up from the nightmare of a memory. He looked down at his hands which were shaking. His breathing was jagged as he tried to calm himself down, clutching his hand over his torso to remind himself that he was alive. Sadly. "Why didn't I fucking die that night?" Blade felt anger boil inside of him from being forced to relive that night. This was the last thing he needed - to be triggered into a fury of anger to agitate the Mara again, when Kafka wasn't there to subdue it. In a fit of anger, he grabbed his sword and rushed outside, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Why couldn't I have fucking died?!" He swung his sword so fast and aggressively that it hit a tree beside the campsite, slicing it clean in half as it fell over and tumbled down the hillside. The Mara roared inside of him, threatening to overtake his mind. All he could think about was all the things he hated most now - that retched woman Jingliu, his immortal curse, and Dan Feng... The one that cursed him. This was his fault.

Blade looked down at his sword in anger and saw his reflection in the blade once more. He noticed how blood-red his eyes had become from all the anger and he let out an angry growl, forcing himself to try and calm down. This wasn't good for him to have a breakdown without Kafka there to help him out. The last time he went rogue without her Spirit Whisper... he almost shuttered remembering all the horrific things he had done, and the agony he had felt the whole way through.

Once again, Blade was alone to dwell in his endless sorrow as he knelt on the grass, feeling defeated. When would this all end...?

"I need to discuss something important with you, Miss Y/n," Fu Xuan walked up to Y/n. She alongside the other Trailblazers would be staying in one of the hotels close to the Divination Commission. Y/n had remained behind while Welt, March, and Stelle helped repair the Divining places for Kafka's interrogation. She remained in the library, doing her research on the Vidyadhara species. Y/n turned and smiled at her, nodding as she set her book down. "Yes, ma'am... is something wrong?" she asked. Fu Xuan sat beside her. "I heard about what you spoke with the General about. He wanted me to divine you and get to the bottom of your little problem."

Y/n blinked, surprised at this. She let out a soft sigh, looking at her pendant, "Does this have to be done?" she muttered, not feeling comfortable fully with it. Fu Xuan simply nodded. "It is at the request of the General that I do this. It won't hurt. I'll simply be reading your past memories and dreams."

"That's pretty damn invasive if you ask me," she grumbled, turning in her seat to look at Fu Xuan easier. "...Fine. Just... be fast with it. I'm getting tired." Fu Xuan muttered under her breath as she rest her hand atop Y/n's head, closing her eyes. The purple gem atop her head began to glow as Fu Xuan entered Y/n's mind.

Fu Xuan went all the way to the beginning of her life, quickly sorting through centuries of memories within her mind. They had been blocked and locked away for a long, long time. Everything she saw confirmed all of Jing Yuan's suspicions. This was the same woman that was banished for aiding the Imbibitor Lunae in his sin. The woman who was married to Yingxing...

She then saw the last dream Y/n had of Blade, and immediately fully recognized him as the Stellaron Hunter's aid.

Fu Xuan pulled her hand away and gasped loudly, covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she processed everything she had just witnessed. Y/n opened her eyes and looked nervous at Fu Xuan's reaction. "What... what happened? What did you see?" she asked nervously. Fu Xuan glanced back at her with an intense look, "Let me see your pendant." Y/n quickly took it off of her neck and handed it to the woman. She grabbed it quickly and examined it. After a moment, she set it back down on the table in front of her. "I need to speak to the General. All I can say in good faith is that the man in your dreams is Blade, and you are connected to him more than you realize." she rest her finger on the pendant as she mentioned Blade. Y/n's heart began to race. "Are... are you saying what I think you're saying?" she asked, glancing from the pendant back at the Diviner. Fu Xuan said nothing just yet. After a beat of silence, she continued, "Yes."

Y/n felt the air leave her lungs from shock. She looked back at the pendant and held it in her hands, and the same warm feeling she had always felt from it burned in her hands and intensified. Her mind was racing with images of Blade from her dreams. "Blade... is my husband...?" she looked back at Fu Xuan. "I... I don't understand, but how? We've never met in person, I've only seen him in my dreams!"

Fu Xuan stood up, "It is not my place to say. I need to speak with the General and let him know his suspicions about you were right." Y/n stood up with her, "Suspicions about me? What does Jing Yuan know about me that I don't?" she snapped, getting angry at the secrecy. "Tell me everything right now! I have a right to know!" she yelled. Fu Xuan simply held up her hand. "Let me speak with him, and I'll be right back with you, alright?" She said with an irritated tone. She glanced at the clock on the wall, "We have at least 2 more hours until your friends finish their task. You will know the truth before Kafka's interrogation. You have my word." She didn't even let Y/n respond to her, turning on her heel and walking out.

Y/n was left alone and confused, with one thing spiraling through her mind over and over again. Blade was her husband.

#honkai star rail #hsr #blade #blade x reader #blade hsr #blade x reader hsr #yingxing #yingxing x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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askthepsychic · 1 year ago

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Part 3

I couldn’t believe my eyes at the sight that followed the asking of that question. Of all the things I never could’ve thought to see with my own eyes, the divine of death blushing had to have been one of the least likely from that list. Yet there he stood, Hades the divine of death, with a bit of extra color on his cheeks.

The Allmother blinked, then gently smiled “I begin to understand. You and Vitalia were in the habit of keeping each other’s company for a time, weren’t you.”

Hades nodded “yes, prior to her being called to form a pony colony in Dream Valley. It started off innocently. We met at a moment when our realms intersected, when both death and birth were occurring in equal measure in one location. I will not deny that we were repulsed by each other initially. It is only natural considering that our realms are exact opposites. But when we met again in another similar situation, we began to speak to each other. I would guess the fact that circumstances had lead us to meet in the same fashion twice convinced us to try to tolerate the company of the other in case of further such meetings. I doubt she knew any more than I did what our attempts at tolerance would lead to.”

I blinked as something began to stir in the recesses of my mind, tilting my head as Hades continued.

“We met randomly three more times before she decided to actually seek me out. I was surprised to see her at that time, but now I find myself exceedingly grateful that she did. Thinking back, after everything that ended up happening between us, I cannot say how much time we spent together that day. We talked about mostly random things, with a sprinkling of conversation concerning our roles in this world. We left each other that day with a promise to see each other again.”

Ambrosia blinked and said “sweet nothings.” Hades looked at her confusedly, an eyebrow raised. Ambrosia blushed and said “um, that’s what that kind of conversation is typically referred to as in modern times. It’s a covertly romantic type of conversation. Mostly engaged in early in the relationship as a way to learn about a potential romantic partner.”

Hades nodded in acknowledgment “I see. Well, in any case, we met several times, sometimes performing our duties, mostly just to share time with each other. We ended up becoming true friends and eventually… more. I am not sure which of us was the first to realize we were reaching romantic levels in our relationship… but I quite clearly remember the day when our first and only physical interaction occurred.”

Ambrosia blinked and asked ”only?”

Hades nodded and said “our coupling had a profound impact on the location we coupled in. When we saw what we had wrought in our passion, we mutually decided it would be wise to avoid such interaction in the future.”

Finally, the information that had been struggling to surface did so as I realized what Hades was talking about. “The Spiral Meadow? You two caused that to come into being that way?”

I’d like to pause my story a moment here to explain what I’m talking about. There’s a large meadow a few miles away from Mount Eohippus on the opposite side to Ponyville. It’s one of Equestria’s most famous places due to the feature that gives it it’s name. Going out from the center of the meadow and going all the way to the edge of it, eternally vibrant and beautiful plant life form a spiral with grey, dead earth where nothing can grow. There’s even some sort of enchantment leaving it unaffected by the changing seasons. It’s a hauntingly beautiful place, but up until learning the truth in that conversation, I’d always assumed that it had been formed by a fierce battle between Hades and Vitalia millions of years ago. Not by… um… the opposite.

After I asked Hades if I understood it correctly, he confirmed, and even went so far as to give a more detailed explanation. Apparently, as their passion grew during their coupling, their powers over life and death reacted, beginning to emit from them in a growing spiraling formation. Finally, when they achieved the, um… peak of pleasure, their power reached its own peak, filling the meadow which was previously a normal place with their mixing and mingling powers. When their passion calmed and they came down from the height of pleasure, their power sank into the ground in the pattern it had previously filled the air with. This created an eternal reminder of their duality and affection for each other.

Hades sighed “I can’t deny that what we created in that moment was simply stunning. There is no way any other pair could ever do what we did then. But there is also no denying how destructive that mixture of power can be. Although the effect is beautiful, that meadow was eternally changed by our moment of passion. That is why we decided never to repeat it, maintaining a respectable non-physical relationship from then on.”

The Allmother nodded understandingly and said “a difficult decision I am sure. But I do appreciate the respect you afforded my grand creation by making it.”

I smiled at her approval, then looked back at Hades and said “so, you’ve spent all this time searching for Vitalia. Have you had any luck, found any clues?”

Hades shook his head. “Nay, I have not. It is as if she has completely vanished from the universe. Honestly, I think of confronting the last person to see her sometimes, but as he was most certainly behind her disappearance, I do not believe I could restrain myself in his presence.”

I nodded understandingly. Then looked at the Allmother, remembering the current situation and asking “Allmother, what do you think of his absence now, having heard all of this?”

Hades blinked, also remembering he was on trial and looked at the Allmother for her response.

The Allmother smiled and said “given everything that has been revealed, I am willing to excuse Hades’ absence in this and previous events. However, I must ask that he reduce his focus on his search so he can be aware of future issues in his realm. As horrible as the wall crumbling would have been, there are still worse things that could happen concerning the realm of death. Is everyone in agreement with my decision that Hades be pardoned?”

Hades looked at the three of us, Rey, Ambrosia and myself. I knew he was hoping this situation was over. No divine ever wants to be put on trial by the Allmother. But…

End part 3

#askthepsychicofponyville #ask me anything #ask blog #original character #mlp #ambrosia #rey #hades

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darsynia · 2 years ago

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hello darsy! happy valentine's day!, first i wanted to remind you of what an amazing person you are i really mean it and that i love the posts you share and the polls, absolutely make my days, also want to ask you if you had a tag list? and in that case if i could be added, please? i would like to start reading your published writings here but i don't know where to first start and i would like to just pop up from nothing after getting the notification you updated, beforehand, thank you, i wish you the best of weeks and some good rest! send you my love<3

Oh goodness, thank you so much! I'm twirling :D And that pic is just the most preciously applicable to your kind words! I've been super shy about sending messages and stuff, this really makes my day 💚

I'd love to add you! I have a couple of different things going, but am happy to tag and then if you aren't in the mood for that thing or it's not your typical fare it's fine. However, if you'd like to specify, cause I have about 3 'kinds' of stories I'm currently posting, that's also good!

So, I have the Stephen series Animate Objects, and that starts with a 2-part story, Day Eight, where aid worker Amista Cairn runs into Stephen Strange and feels oddly compelled to show up at the sanctum to figure him out. That's followed by Diminished Seventh, a seven part sequel where Stephen and Amy work through his suspicion and her confusion as an ancient Babylonian relic imprinted on her the second she set foot in the sanctum. The next in the series will be Sixth Sense, which I haven't started yet, but it'll delve more deeply into what is up with the relic, and whether Stephen and Amy can get over their mutual mistrust, since they can't keep their hands off of each other...

The other series I'm posting is Trust Fall, which is a Tony/OC MCU re-write that will include more women in the Avengers, a team-oriented take earlier on in the chronology, and features Tony Stark and Emory Autumn. Emory is a PA to a pop star whose career needed a boost, so she went to Afghanistan to sing for the troops, putting Emory in the position to be kidnapped along with Tony, in the cave. Emory's smart and capable, but she's let her friend walk all over her for far too long. Tony and Emory both realize they need to change for the better as they fall for each other. A complication arises as Yinsen offers Emory a serum injection he'd spent his life savings on for his own family, who are now gone. Emory's new powers help them escape the cave-- but they put her in SHIELD's sights. ((EDIT: oh I forgot. There is so much sexy kissing in this story. SO MUCH. Gosh! Eventually smut in this one))

Along with Trust Fall I have a couple of other Tony Stark smut or ask stories (including a Tony/Steve I'm writing right now)

The third thing I've been writing is Steve/Reader fics, I have a oneshot set early on after Thanos's snap, and my series is called Just Right. Post-Ultron, Reader works as the 'armorer' for the Avengers, and she's loved Steve from afar for a year without being brave enough to say anything. Another version of Steve Rogers shows up, and this version looks at her like a precious gift-- but what's going on? What's happened to this Steve, and will it happen to their universe? Reader wants her Steve, but if this other version goes home, will she lose her chance to be with Steve Rogers? I also have a Sam Wilson/Reader argument kiss ask that's coming up, too!

I would be delighted to tag you in any or all of them, and again, no pressure-- I know I'm tagged in a few things that I look forward to getting to, but haven't yet!

Thanks again! I'm writing this at the DMV and I think the person beside me thinks it's a love letter, bahahaha. Honestly I love writing and getting to share it, so it kind of is? 💚

#kind of a 'current and upcoming' list of fics!#spinning twirls of gratitude #deepbatched #ask delightfulness #stephen strange x oc #tony stark x oc #steve rogers x reader

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edensear · 25 days ago

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side quests if ur bored at school 😛

- stare at EVERY fucking person you passby in the halls

- take a new hallway route to every single class

- stare at ppl when they think no one is watching them, you’ll be surprised the silly shit ppl do when they think no one’s looking

- text a friend their name or a picture of them using another number (the app textnow) you can tell them it was you afterwards.. or not!

- put a random paper in someone’s bag with some mysterious words on it. the only phrase i can think of right now is “wake up.” or “meet me at (random location) at (said time)” ppl rarely check their bags so they will probably find it days later if u hide it well. if i did this i would write a underrated song and the artist so they have no choice but to listen out of curiosity. make sure u change ur handwriting.

- also there is the classic secret love letter, put it in a random persons locker. almost all of the quests i’ve listed i’ve already done, but to make this one more harmless, id write a long ass paragraph that doesn’t make sense and shove that in someone’s locker instead. i would be like i have something very important to tell you. then just yap. how to make a random paragraph? just click the bars above ur keyboard then copy it to paper

(click any of the black part)

then put from, (very uncommon name, not tryna cause drama!)

- stare at the back of someone’s head and count how long it take them to turn around, i think people can sense if ur looking at them or something, but i’m not sure so go find out for yourself

- literally just compliment someone in the halls or make it ur goal to compliment or talk to one stranger a day (exposure therapy, if u want to become more confident try this). for the bolder ones compliment someone on something they don’t even have.. like “i like ur hat!” to someone who isn’t wearing a hat.

- another one with stranger in the halls, be like “what did you say?” even tho they didn’t say shit LMAOO

- get a friend you don’t know that well to expose all their lore. i will make a more indepth tutorial on this.

- see how many people you can rizz up in a day

- get someone to hold something while your in a conversation with them, without them realizing

- tell someone you have a secret and that you were actually born the opposite gender and actually try to convince them, great opportunity to work on your acting skills. i haven’t done this but my friend did this to me n it worked💀

- stare at the teacher when they aren’t talking, same thing as staring the back of someone’s head and counting

- try rejection therapy and ask people questions so weird they have to say no (i haven’t done this but i’ve seen random vids online 😭)

- tell someone they’ve dropped their pocket (you can’t drop your fucking pocket) i do this to my friends, but if ur feeling bold do it to a stranger 😂 other phrases like this are “your socks are untied” “your finger fell” etc

bonuses:

- i don’t think u can do this at school but at home switch/adjust random objects and make ur family loose their minds. for example if something in your house is always in the same place, like “hairbrush conditioner clawclip” switch it around and make it “clawclip conditioner hairbrush” i hope i explained that well. do this at anyone’s house.

- if someone asks you what time it is look at your wrist and say a random ass time, and see if they believe you or realize you don’t even have a fucking watch on

- subtly move a big object in a room and see how long it takes ppl to notice

- follow random ass ppl on instagram and act like you know them. i don’t do this, but instead i dm them saying “guess what” then “chicken butt.” if u have any mutuals u don’t talk to do this to them.

#mindfuck #side quest #boredom #school #pranks #trolling #so silly #sillyposting #mess with people #confuse people #me #random #fyp

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quincywillows · 6 months ago

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Short n' Sweet n' Sound: Crafting a Narrative for SC6

My fellow Carpenters, where are y'all at?!

Now having had SNS for a few days (and thoroughly enjoying it), I thought I would share how I rearranged the album to give it a bit more of a coherent storyline. If you're a listener like me, you may also have been just a tad disappointed by the curation of the track list -- it's a collection of really enjoyable songs, not a bad one in the bunch, but it lacked the cohesive, strong emotional through-line that I thought really put EICS over the top.

So, using the pieces we had, I attempted to reframe the narrative into something slightly easier to follow. Disclaimer that obviously this is not Sab's vision and I respect her approach to the album, and also double disclaimer that in making up this narrative I am ignoring every single "real life" situation the lyrics may be referring to (which is how I prefer my pop music anyway).

So let's go! Here is my reimagined narrative for Short n' Sweet:

The Premise

To start, I wanted to focus in on the emotions portrayed throughout the album and find where I thought the "heart" of this witty, sometimes bombastic album was. That of course ends up being Sabrina, but I was thinking specifically about this character she has created in the music videos for this era -- this confident, clever, unapologetically chaotic woman who isn't afraid to mess with men for fun (and if a little bloodshed happens in the middle, well... oops?) I picture her tough as nails on the outside, little patience for BS, convinced she has it all figured out and that nothing will be able to get the best of her, because she's already worked to stay three steps ahead.

All of this gets flipped upside down -- and our album begins -- when fate, or the universe, or whatever you believe intervenes and drops a bomb on our independent, unflappable heroine: a man. No, no, THE man. A man unlike all the others she's tricked before, who actually sweeps her off her feet and -- God forbid -- makes her want to make him and her fall in love.

The Track List

Track 1 - Juno: So our album opens here, bright and sparkly and starry-eyed. I kind of view this song as our intro into the story as she's met this mystery man -- let's call him The Lover -- and suddenly she's feeling things she hasn't in a long time, or maybe ever. This dude has her daydreaming, fantasizing, thinking about these mundane things like romance and motherhood, concepts that are foreign and fascinating to her. She also is jumping the gun and fast-forwarding majorly, kind of suffering from love at first sight syndrome. The chemistry between these two hasn't truly ignited yet, but the heroine can feel it there, and that is both thrilling and terrifying. Maybe she can have it, and still come out in control. She's done it before. But is it worth the risk?

Who knows?

Track 2 - Bed Chem: There is, naturally, another motivator playing a role in the will-they-won't-they here -- hormones. And, as our heroine just confessed on the opening track, she is THIRSTY. It's that magnetic pull that despite her better instincts causes her to cave to their mutual attraction. She doesn't know much about The Lover just yet, but she does know they have sparks, and she wants to act on it. She's strong enough not to get too attached. A girl has to satisfy her needs, no?

Track 3 - Espresso: Thus, our heroine and The Lover have hooked up, and now are toying with the idea of being a "thing." Our heroine is at her highest peak of confidence here, as she feels she has this guy wrapped around her finger, and oh, doesn't he look so cute that way? This song chronicles the honeymoon phase of their new romance, empowering her by how she has this guy on the hook... but also lowering her defenses without realizing it. She has learned at this point that he has an ex -- one that "don't do it for ya" anymore -- but she's choosing to gloss over that fact with these silky smooth grooves.

However, this track serves as an early turning point, foreshadowing some of the very pitfalls she's going to confront in the coming tracks -- right now, she can't relate to desperation. Later...

Track 4 - Please Please Please: With that first turn, we also get our first glimpse of true vulnerability from the heroine with PPP. At this point, a few little orange flags are starting to pop up in the relationship with The Lover -- maybe he's getting a little vague with details on where he's hanging out late at night all of a sudden. Maybe our heroine's righthand gals have noticed he's been texting someone a lot, someone who isn't named "SC" in his phone. But whether she likes it or not, whether she realizes it or not, our heroine has fallen in love, and she's putting up a big confident front that she has it all under control. She doesn't want to hear the warnings of her loved ones; they just don't "get" The Lover the way she does. But this song cracks the glass a bit, betraying her internal insecurities -- both for her heart and her well-constructed persona and ego.

Please, please, please, don't prove 'em right...

Track 5 - Good Graces: Okay, so, that moment of authentic emotion was extremely embarrassing. Enough of that! Our heroine immediately turns the bad bitch confidence back on the instant it starts to seem like the trickling of bad news might be true, giving The Lover one last warning. He has the best thing he'll ever have right now with her, and he better cherish it, because she can turn on a dime so fast. She's done it before. Hasn't he heard about all those unfortunate players from "Feather?" No? Anyway, the message is clear -- it's simple, he just needs to stay in her good graces. An ultimatum will make him get back into shape, won't it? She isn't sure, she's never really done this actually-caring thing before...

Track 6 - Coincidence: Surprise! The rumors were true. The Lover wasn't over his ex -- the one she learned about during "Espresso," but chose to brush aside under the guise of arrogance and wishful manifesting. So The Lover has split, leaving our heroine to process her first real genuine heartbreak for the first time... but not before she stomps out the story to all of her friends in a self-righteous, sarcastic biting fury. The campfire style sing-along vibe here brings to mind a good vent gossip sesh with your girls, all of you trashing the no-good loser to support the scorned friend. That's where the heroine is at right now -- still somewhat in shock, rehashing the details to anyone who will listen as if it's ridiculous, nowhere near ready to process what actually happened.

Track 7 - Sharpest Tool: Once the cheerful choir of her friends has left, our heroine is left to process the heartbreak by herself for the first time on the record. She's starting to acknowledge some of the red flags about The Lover that were always there, but also getting glimmers of self-reflection in how she mishandled it -- how she bought his faux reassurances just like he bought her faux arrogance, how they never actually talked about the more complicated aspects of their romance. Another soft, fragile down tempo moment to showcase a true emotional beat for the heroine.

If that was casual, then I'm an idiot...

Track 8 - Taste: Okay, but forget all of that again, because it felt terrible. For one thing, the heroine has never done anything wrong in her life for the record (yes, including those maybe-potentially-no-longer-living-men), and this is obviously everyone else's fault. Anger is much, much easier to sit with and process (or rather not process), so that's what she's going to lean on for a while. She's over it... but, just remember, she had him for a moment and she's going to linger forever. And she's completely over it... but dang, doesn't she leave quite an impression! Sue her!

And singing 'bout it don't mean I care!!!

Track 9 - Dumb & Poetic: The anger is start to ebb, leaving nothing but the numbness and ache behind -- but first, our heroine needs to get her last digs out. The musical shift to acoustic down-tempo reflects that slow shift in mentality, transitioning from heat to hurt, but don't think that makes her tongue any less sharp. She unloads the clip of her disses towards The Lover on this final fiery track.

Track 10 - Don't Smile: Okay, screw it. She's sad. The heroine, ice queen, queen of playing boys like Nintendo, has been played. And the worst part is, she's pretty sure it wasn't even intentional. The Lover was too dumb, too earnest and impulsive, to even mean to have hurt her. Somehow, that's almost worse. She wasn't an intentional get -- she was just a moment in time. She was already there, but it doesn't matter, and that's what sucks. It sucks that she's being ripped apart at the seams over this, when she convinced herself the whole time she had it under control, and he truly seems to not give one damn about their (short) history. It's not fair. What's the point of love, anyway? How did she get into this mess?

Track 11 - Slim Pickins: At this point, even the mere prospect of love and romance feels exhausting. If even this perfect guy, The Lover, wasn't the right match, then what hope is there? The heck of it all is that the heroine still finds she wants more -- she wants to recreate that feeling she had back in the days of "Juno" and "Espresso." It feels impossible, like it will take a lifetime to find it, and she's going to be bitching and moaning the whole way there. Even so...

Track 12 - Lie To Girls: If our heroine got anything out of this whirlwind experience, it was a hard lesson. Yes, men suck... but she played herself, too. She ignored the warning signs, she glossed over the red flags until they were sticky and drenched. In protecting her own heart and trying to maintain her confident shell, she also let it go too far. She didn't get the insight and truth she needed before she fell in love. So maybe that's the takeaway -- that love is possible, potentially, but she needs to listen to herself better next time. Not just the hormones and "bed chem." That ardent defender she is for her girlfriends, her sisters and her mother and the girl outside the club getting her tarot cards read; she needs to be that protector for herself. Maybe if she does that, next time, things will be different.

Maybe. For now, our heroine just needs to sit with the hurt and take the time to heal, slowly but surely. Maybe this time, when the cracks became faded scars reinforced in gilded gold like kintsugi, she'll be a bit more steeled -- and ready to soften to truly sweet when the Right Lover truly comes along.

#sabrina carpenter #SC6 #short n sweet #music #**#my writing #everyone stream the album btw #Spotify

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sam-moss · 8 months ago

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Just saw a mutual on Twitter selling what looks like their entire SKZ photocard collection. So many complete sets. One might think “We evolve and change, it happens” but I feel like I watched the joy they found in SKZ be ripped from them in real time, so seeing this final chapter was absolutely heartbreaking.

(warning: long half-vent half-story)

It has been WAR over there for Stayville. There was a single released that was produced by zionists (with a debatable amount of SKZ creative involvement) which caused a movement of Stays boycotting the song. This decision tore the fandom in HALF. You’d think that everyone would be on the same page, right? It’s not like this is the first time we’ve boycotted a song with zionist ties! But later it was realized that this was different for too many reasons to list here. Basically some people thought that if you promoted boycotting the song you were calling all of the members of SKZ zionists, you were virtue-signaling for attention, and you were never a fan, you’ve hated SKZ the whole time and you’ve just been waiting for the chance to jump on them and ruin their reputation. And this is all in the heat of the college campus protests were happening.

And then things got PERSONAL. An account said that boycotters should black ocean if SKZ ever performs the song (I’ll shorten to LMB). Another account saw that and said “I’m going to knock out anyone who doesn’t have their lightstick up during LMB” and a big account replied in support. Boycotters said to block and report the accounts. That big (antiboycott) account did NOT like that and said that boycotters were worse. Started getting REAL personal about those account. Flooded a ton of boycotter accounts, big and small, with hate. Every day it was getting worse, accusations and threads thrown everywhere.

One account of the accounts affected was my mutual. Their account was pretty big, big enough for me to be surprised and excited when they followed me back. But they would like my posts, and we DM’d sometimes but not enough to get really close.

This fanwar affected for her mental health in such an extreme way that it affected their real life. They were in such a low place. Then I found out they deactivated. That was devastating, but you hope it’s for the better. Then I found out that another account (much closer to them than me) received a text from a stranger that they were in the hospital.

After a few days that account said wouldn’t update further on the other’s condition.

Yesterday, my mutual reactivated their account and came back with words of hope. So many people showed love and support while they were gone and the same outpouring occurred at their return. It feels like it’s been forever since this all started but it might’ve been a just a month or two that this whole situation has gone down.

Today they posted what looks like their entire SKZ photocard collection up for sale.

The heartbreak hidden the context absolutely knocked me down. I can feel it thru the screen. I hope this decision is what is best for them. I can’t imagine what they’ve been thru since they’ve been gone, but I hope they’re able to move forward.

It’s so ridiculous that so many are willing to be so cruel over a dumb little song produced by zionists. Moral of the story, touch grass. Evil is over-represented in online spaces. Not only that, but don’t be the evil. Be kind. Not because the other person may be going thru a lot, be kind because that’s how you’re supposed treat people.

#sam speaks #this situation has been weighing so heavy on my mind ever since the song was announced.#theres better people to talk about this situation but as person who has been affected by the LMB situation more than I’d like to admit #I just had to get my account of the events down SOMEWHERE. tumblr feels safe. I haven’t seen anyone antiboycotting on here.#it started out like ‘boycott- don’t- do whatever you need to do. we won’t jump you.’ and then there was so much jumping.#I feel like everybody on tumblr is on the same page on this but I’ve been wrong before.#a lot of this feels like it’s not my story to tell but I tried to keep things SO anonymous.#I don’t wanna be a gossip but I’ve also been in the middle of it. I just block and move on. I’ve blocked half of Stayville tbh.#the mutual’s account that I’m talking about has gone private btw. in case anyone tries to look for them #I don’t think yall (moots) would but I want to cut anyone outside of the target audience off from trying. it’s fruitless.#not sure what I hope comes out of me spilling all this other than just to share it and half my sorrow on it.

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thetaleoflevi · 3 years ago

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Distance pt. 2

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Distance pt. 1

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Content: NSFW

Content Warnings: 18+ smut, mutual virginity loss, penetrative sex, explicit language, pet names, oral (f receiving), clitoral stimulation, overstimulation, unprotected sex (BE SAFE), established relationship, clingy and caring Levi

Word Count: 6.1k

Description: Levi and Reader still don’t get to spend enough time together. The time they do spend together is always fleeting. Levi decides to invite Reader to sleep in his room for the first time and they unexpectedly hit an important milestone.

A/N: Whoo! I think i’ll always have to say that i’m still alive because of how long it takes me to post. This definitely took way too long for me to write. My job kicks my ass but it’s whatever because I still want to write. Anywayy, this was requested by thee precious @riiza . I hope you love it! <3

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Weeks went by and nothing seemed to change about the amount of time you got to see Levi. You still remained busy with exhausting duties assigned by your superiors. Erwin would give you an unorganized stack of reports to look over, Hange had you helping them with their experiments, and you deep cleaned many areas with the rest of your comrades almost every single day. Those were just the ones that were done on a daily basis. You realized that just because you and Levi were closer, technically dating, didn’t mean that he would soften up completely when it came to tidying the Scouts’ headquarters.

There was very little time for you and Levi to spend together. With him always following up with Erwin about expeditions, filling out endless piles of paperwork, conducting training sessions, and so many more things that you would never finish in a day, you understood the reason behind your lack of time spent with each other.

You never forced interactions with Levi. If he called you into his office to add something else to your long to-do list for the day, you would simply say, “Yes, sir,” or “Right away, sir,” before leaving the peaceful quietness of his office. Occasionally, Levi had the urge to have you near him for more than two quick minutes, and that is when you indulge in his presence.

You enter his office, expecting him to assign something to you, as usual, but are completely caught off guard when he asks you to sit on his lap. You do as he says, back to his chest, only for him to correct your positioning.

“No, like this, brat. I want to see your pretty face.”

You’re still sitting on his lap, but your legs are now wrapped around his waist, and his hands are on your waist. You talk about your days, what you’ve done so far, how you wish you could stay with him all day and he always ends up giving you kisses all over your face, lips included if you give him permission. The idea of being someone you like to be around is flattering beyond belief, and he lets it be known that you’re also someone he really likes seeing throughout the day, in his own Levi way, of course.

“You’re not the worst thing I’ve laid my eyes on today.”

“Was that supposed to be a compliment? If so, i’ll take it!”

“Tch.”

You spend more than a fair amount of time with Levi on days like this. If it causes some sort of issue for the things you have to do throughout the day, he makes sure Erwin doesn’t scold you, by letting him know that he gave you something really time-consuming to do.

You still find it hard to believe that Levi openly checks you out whenever he has the chance. You’re setting some things down on his desk that Erwin had you deliver to him, and he’s staring at your chest. The awkward position of your arms while you held more than you could, had you unintentionally squeezing your breasts together in a long a way that piques his interest. He always watches as you leave his office, as well. The view of your backside isn’t as lovely as the front side, but he has no complaints about the way your thighs brush against each other with every step you take as you exit his workspace.

“Captain Levi?” You call after knocking three times with no response. You knock three more times and call for him once more.

“Behind you.” His low voice sounded.

You jumped a little, turning around before moving to the side to allow him to unlock the door.

“Did you need something?” He asked, opening the door wide enough for both of you to walk in.

“Yeah, I was wondering if you had anything for me to do. For once, i’m done with everything I need to do. Commander Erwin and Hange haven’t given me anything, so I figured you would definitely have something for me.” You walked further into the room, standing in front of his desk.

“Stay here for a bit. I want to talk to you about something.” He motioned for you to take a seat.

“What about?” You folded your hands, setting them down on your lap.

“Don’t feel pressured just because i’m asking you this. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course.” His hand went the back of his head, gently scratching at the short hairs of his undercut.

You smiled, patiently waiting for his subtly flustered state to cease so that he could tell you about what has him so flustered in the first place.

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight? I can sleep on the couch if you don’t feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed.” Something about his voice didn’t sound as confident as it normally does. Like he was expecting you to reject his offer, or something.

“Are you sure?” You ask, smile subconsciously growing.

“Yes. I can finish my paperwork even quicker than I usually do, and we’ll have some time for just us.”

Us time? That sounds… nightly.

“Are you gonna try to actually sleep tonight? Or are you gonna just lay there like a wooden plank when I knock out?” Your lips pressed against each other tightly, corners involuntarily curling upward as you tried to suppress the grin that came with your insulting remark.

“You brat. I don’t think I want to spend the night with you anymore.” His arms crossed, fake hurt written all over the gesture.

“Wait, no… I was kidding! I wanna sleep with you.”

Your eyes widened, his eyes widened, and you’re pretty sure Hange and Erwin’s eyes widened even if they were doing their own thing in other rooms.

“I… I um,” you cleared your throat, unable to look him in the eyes when your cheeks began heating up. “That’s not what I meant… I meant, I want to… lay next to you and sleep. You know that’s what I meant to say, right?”

“Right. Too bad you decided to be rude. I guess i’ll be in my office for the rest of the night.” You’d never seen him act so dramatically. It was pretty funny, but you didn’t laugh for the sake of regaining the privilege of sleeping next to him.

“Why?”

“Apologize and i’ll think about it.”

“Why would I apologize for phrasing something incorrectly?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“That’s not what i’m talking about. You know what you said, and you can’t leave until you apologize.”

You sat there trying to remember what has him acting like such a drama queen. His gaze was burning a hole into your forehead, like a laser pointer, while you replayed the conversation you just had in 4x speed.

That’s when it hit you, and he noticed the way your mouth gaped open, silently saying ‘oh’.

“Levi?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry I compared you to a wooden plank. You’re not a wooden plank. You’re a very handsome human.”

“Tch. You didn’t have to add that last part.” He rolled his eyes, turning his head slightly to hide the incoming flourish of pink on his cheeks.

“Well,” He cleared his throat, trying to rid himself of the warm feeling you gave him with the simple comment, ”I have nothing for you to do, but I know for sure there’s always something to clean around here. You brats are filthy. So go clean something, and I’ll rethink the offer I made you.”

You nodded, rising from your seat. He mirrored your movement, rising from his as well.

“I’ll see you later, Levi.” You smiled, pushing in the chair.

“Wait, there’s something on your face.”

Your face went hot again. You’ve been sitting all this time, in front of this prince of a man, with something on your face? What if it was eye boogers? Or worse, nose boogers?

You scurried over to the mirror hanging on one of the walls, inspecting every inch of your face.

“Turn around. Let me get it.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, almost snickering when you turned around with the most panicked look on your face.

“It’s right…”

His index finger located your chin, settling underneath it before leaning in to peck your lips.

“…here.”

You couldn’t breathe. You felt like your heart was being squeezed. It caught you by surprise because Levi was rarely this affectionate. While he did enjoy having you in his presence, he wasn’t lovey-dovey all the time. You had to lure kisses from him, almost wrestle him for a hug. So, this? This was otherworldly. Him kissing you first was something that existed solely in your dreams. And because of this, you were a flustered mess who had no choice but to leave without a word.

—

“Eren, did you finish cleaning the bathroom?” You asked while dusting some shelves.

“Done. I think that’s it for tonight. Jean scrubbed the toilets, Armin swept and mopped the floor, and Connie cleaned the showers.” The brunette wiped his sweat-covered forehead with his forearm.

“What about you guys?” He asked.

“Mikasa just finished washing dishes, and Sasha wiped down all the tables in the mess hall and mopped the floor, as well. Historia and Ymir went to bed early because Historia wasn’t feeling well and Ymir agreed to look after her.”

“Is she okay?” Armin asked, dragging the mop and bucket of dirty water out.

“I’m sure she’ll be okay. I’ll check up on her later just to be sure.”

The boy nodded and followed the rest of his comrades as they returned all the cleaning supplies to their designated spots. They all chatted amongst themselves as they headed toward their rooms about how they couldn’t wait to get some good shut-eye.

You stayed behind to make sure everything was spotless. When Levi made you his cleaning duty co-leader, you mentally prepared yourself to double-check every spot that was cleaned by another cadet even if they swore they deep-cleaned the area. You didn’t need Captain Clean to show you how to clean underneath the tables again after taking the fall for a newbie. One time was humiliating enough.

You did your routine of checking the bathroom and every part that the boys cleaned, the floors, the dishes, and the tables. It all looked perfect in your eyes. You were just about finished dusting the shelves as well, with plenty of time to spare. Enough time to go check on Historia and come back for the Captain’s evaluation.

You suddenly got an anxious feeling when you heard footsteps that weren’t your own.

“Hmm…it looks pretty good in here. You missed a spot here, and here, here, and right here, too.” Levi’s voiced came out of nowhere, and you jumped a little.

“Really? That’s horrible. I’ll just redo the whole thing.” You began heading to the cleaning supply closet, halting when Levi caught your arm.

“I’m kidding. Let’s go to bed.” He let go of your arm and led you to his room.

—

“Your bed is barely used, Levi. Is a couch really that much more comfortable?”

Levi went back and forth between his office and his bedroom, checking to see if anything else needed to be done before his attention went solely to you.

“I don’t sleep enough to lay on a bed, and honestly, yes, the couch is more comfortable.” He crossed the rooms one final time before settling on the side opposite to you.

“Then why aren’t we sleeping on the couch? I want you to be comfortable, too. I’m the guest here, so what you say goes.”

“There’s no way i’m letting you sleep on that old thing. If what I say goes, then I say we sleep on the bed.” He removed his shirt, folding it neatly before setting it on his nightstand.

You’d be lying if you said the sight wasn’t something to behold. It was glorious to say the least. The curves of his strengthened arms, the protruding shape of his collarbone, the solid form of his abdominal muscles—you would kiss all of these parts if it weren’t so forward at this point in your relationship.

“I’m exhausted. Goodnight, Levi.”

“Goodnight.”

You rolled onto your side, taking interest in the blankness of the room’s walls. The bed shifted slightly, and Levi took the role of the big spoon by default. His face nuzzled into the back of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist, hands settling on your stomach. It was beyond amazing to witness the soft side that rarely came out to play, but it was also something that made the butterflies in your stomach reveal their true forms as dragonflies.

You tried to relax. You really did. You even pretended to fall asleep, hoping you eventually would actually fall asleep. It wasn’t working. Your heartbeat wasn’t slowing down, and you really wanted to shift positions. Anything to distract you from the nervousness disturbing your mind.

“You’re not sleeping.” Levi mumbled, not loosening his hold on you.

“How did you know?” You responded. You would’ve turned to look at him if you had the choice.

“Your breathing is all over the place. What’s on your mind?” He loosened his grip, allowing you to turn and face him.

“It’s not important. I’m just a little nervous is all.” You move a few strands of hair out of his line of sight.

“There’s no reason to be nervous, Love. It’s just me. We’ve been in this situation before. Just you and I, alone in a quiet room, no interruptions or intrusions.”

“I know, but somehow this is different. More intimate? I don’t know. Maybe i’m just making it weird.” You retracted your hand from his face.

“It is intimate, but isn’t that something we need? Intimate moments? They’re valuable and hard to come by, especially for us.” His hands brought you closer, chest to chest. Your goosebumps did not go unnoticed.

“Is this what you crave, Levi?” You whispered. Your lips were centimeters apart from his.

“Don’t you?” His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb swiping gently at the soft skin.

Your response took the form of a passionate kiss. You’d been holding it in since you left his office earlier, and it grew strong within the few hours you were apart.

It was okay for your hands to wander as long as his had the same privilege, and they did. While your fingers danced on the built areas of his shoulder and shoulder blade, his felt around for your back, pushing you against him so that the space between your body and his was nonexistent.

You pulled away, breathless, burning, and admiring Levi’s wild beauty. His pupils expand the second the words, “Make love to me, Levi. Please,” tumble out of your mouth.

Suddenly, every one of your touches isn’t enough. While he would love to kiss every inch of you until you forget that not every day is promised, he needs to know that you’re positive about this decision, and that you won’t regret giving yourself to him when all is said and done.

“I- um… D-Do you- Mmm…” He was beyond flustered, unable to translate his thoughts into spoken words. He thanked the stars for not shining as bright that night, it was starting to get a little warm. You never failed to bring these strange feelings out of Levi.

“Do you not want to?” You asked, beginning to feel dirty for requesting something so risqué even if it was sugarcoated. You turned to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling like it would lend you a hand in this awkward situation.

“N-No, no! That’s not what I meant. I just want you to be one-hundred percent sure about this. I want this just as much as you do—maybe even more,” He mumbled the last part. “but I don’t want you to ever second guess doing this with me. We can wait. I can wait, I-”

You turned to him again, putting your forehead against his. It got him to stop talking which is what you wanted for a second.

“You’re overthinking this, Levi. I know it’s a big deal, which is why i’ve been thinking about it for months. I know I can’t take this back once it happens, but I want you to be the first to see and touch every uncharted part of me. You’ll know me better than anyone.”

He scoffed. “I already know you better than everyone.”

“Then you’ll just know me better.” You gave him a soft smile.

The curling of your lips was interrupted by his inability to hold back the pent up affection simmering in his chest. Something about the way you smile at him—even if the gesture isn’t always reciprocated—will poke at the weak spot in his heart, breaking the seal that holds back the oceans of love he has for you.

He moved so that he sat on his knees between your legs, leaning down to steal your breath and claim it as his with a kiss. Those lips could lull you to sleep depending on where they are, but right now, you’d rather stay awake.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, cupping your cheeks.

Why does he have to be such a gentleman? Is he trying to make you cry?

You nodded in response, putting your hands to your sides to give him unrestricted access to every part of you.

“Do you want me to take my clothes off?” You mumble. Saying that out loud gave you a weird feeling in your stomach. Nervousness, anxiety, embarrassment—blend those three together and you have a disturbing unnameable emotion.

“Only if you’re comfortable.” He responded, tracing the shape of your collarbone with his index finger.

The darkness of the room boosted your confidence. You figured that because there was very minimal lighting, he wouldn’t see you in your entirety. He wouldn’t see any of your scars, any marks, any blemishes—anything that made you feel insecure.

But he saw everything.

And he was in awe at how beautiful you were.

“Don’t stare, please. I know there’s not much to look at anyway.” You didn’t turn your head to the side, even if the position you were in was humiliating, but you’d be lying if you said you were able to look him in the eyes as he inspected every inch of you. You weren’t. You looked right past him, at the wall.

He couldn’t think of a way to convince you that you had redefined beauty for him permanently. It would take longer than a few hours to make you believe it, but he mentally promised you and himself that he would make it happen. For now, he had no choice but to show you.

He bowed his head, holding your shoulders as he kissed your neck, scattering kisses horizontally, then vertically. He spent so much time making sure his lips infused every layer of your skin with the love he’s so afraid to verbally tell you about, down to your bones.

Yes, you’re fully nude before him. Yes, he’s still wearing everything but a shirt. Does it matter right now? Yes. He’s nearing your breasts and you don’t know how you’ll react to him touching them. What if he’s too rough with them? They’re one of your more sensitive body parts.

‘We’ll see, we’ll see,’ you tell yourself.

He’s at your chest, just above the swells of your breasts. Levi looks up at you, and you don’t know what to say. You don’t know if you can even say anything. Your face is burning once again. You can feel an uncomfortable damp feeling on the back of your neck.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, never wavering the intense eye contact with you, in fear of missing a flash of uncertainty if it ever appears.

“No. Please, go ahead.”

He nods slightly, keeping his eyes on yours for a second or two before reaching a semi-shaky hand onto your right breast. His thumb grazed your pebbled nipple, while he leaned down to kiss the space between your breasts.

If you felt nervous, being the one laying there doing nothing, you wouldn’t last a minute in Levi’s shoes. The man had the hard job of trying to please you—make you feel good, while also trying to make sure you were comfortable.

Levi had never done this before. He’s never laid a hand on somebody with the intention of making them feel good. He’s never had the time for it, and he’s never been interested in these kinds of things anyway. It took meeting you, and working out the choppy relationship you had to realize that he’s allowed to experience things like these with you.

He’s solely relying on your reactions to measure what you like, and what could be better. If you gasp, he keeps at that same area, taking in the evolution of your sounds. A gasp turns into a quiet moan when his lips press against your peaks, and he puts a star on the area on the mental map he made of your body.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you became putty under his touch, but Levi had no complaints. If anything, he wanted to learn the way your body worked—what made you feel beautiful and worthy of every good thing you were feeling. Most importantly, what made you tick.

“Good… So good, Levi. You’re doing amazing.” Your praise set his heart on fire, and the flames were tall enough to scorch his cheeks, bringing a light shade of red to them.

Your hand went to his soft locks, curling them around your fingers. You heard the smallest of gasps on his end when your nails gently grazed his scalp. It was your turn to make a mental note.

- Levi likes head scratches

While he would’ve loved to spend hours on end attached to your chest, he realized that he needed to move on—to appreciate more of you.

He kissed the bottoms of your breasts once, twice, and with the luck of the dim stars, three times, before lowering to your stomach.

Of course there are some scratches and scars from old wounds that refuse to leave you be, but that’s a conversation for another time. Right now, Levi is focused on how soft your skin is, and how your stomach rises and falls when you breathe, similar to the movements of your chest.

His hand glides down your side, and suddenly you’re trying not to laugh. You would’ve been able to hide it had Levi not pressed his fingers into the skin. You made a semi-explosive snickering sound, immediately catching his attention.

“S-Sorry.” You mumbled, followed by a tight-lipped smile.

He shook his head, dismissing your unnecessary apology and continuing his thorough inspection of your body.

It was a great feeling. Lips that had only ever kissed your lips, and sometimes your cheeks, were suddenly kissing these hidden areas. It was all fine and dandy until his hand slid up to your rib, swiping over your side, again.

“What now?” He asks, lifting his gaze to meet yours. Your eyes are shut tightly. You refuse to look at him after interrupting a second time.

“Hmm?” He pokes your stomach with an index finger.

“I’m kind of ticklish in that area. I should’ve told you beforehand.”

“Gotcha. Good to know.” He said, moving on when his lips touched every part of your stomach.

Suddenly, your chest felt tight. He was reaching another erogenous zone. Even if Levi was straight-faced as ever, embarrassment wouldn’t stop tailing your every thought. He’s about to see you.

“You doing okay?” He asked, hands kneading your thighs.

“Mhmm.” You responded.

“That’s not too reassuring.”

“I’m just a little embarrassed, is all.” You exhaled that breath you’ve been holding for the past ten minutes.

“That’s fair. It’s the first time anyone who isn’t you is touching your body in such an intimate manner. You have every right to feel this way.”

What a teddy bear.

“Thank you, Levi.” You swiped a thumb across his cheek.

“Do you want me to keep going?” He kissed the tops of your thighs, not moving to the inner part just to make sure you could see what he was doing. He figured that even the smallest gestures like that could bring you more comfort.

“Yes, please.”

He spent a few minutes kissing your legs, until he reached your ankles, which he spent an equal amount of time on, even if the area was smaller.

“Please, let me know if you’re uncomfortable at any point and i’ll stop.”

You nodded, nerves skyrocketing.

And suddenly his fingers were hooked around the elastic band of your underwear, pulling them down in a subconscious effort to further humiliate you by baring you completely for his eyes.

‘He’s just as nervous as I am. He’s just as nervous as I am.’ You tell yourself.

Levi threw the garment to the floor, barely able to contain the need to widen his eyes at the sight.

“Do I really excite you this much?” He leaned forward, positioning himself in a way that let him see you, but also let him do what needed to be done.

You felt pathetic. Does he think you’re pathetic? Probably. Probably not. There’s no way to ask him without doubling the feeling.

“Yes, you do. Don’t ever doubt it.”

“Hmm.” A response with insecurity written all over it.

He figured he had to touch you sometime before daylight, so his hands went to your plushy thighs. He kissed them with a gentleness that could never be mirrored or surpassed by anyone.

You always pictured this situation going less awkward for you. You thought you’d be less intimidated by letting Levi see you in all your nudity, but you can’t shake the feeling like your chest is going to spontaneously combust.

His lips are on the crease that joins your thigh and your most intimate area. Everything is happening so fast. His lips have touched every part of you, all but that part. So, you lay there and wait. Maybe he’ll psyche himself out and settle for an intense cuddle session.

There’s no room for you to imagine the night playing out like that because in less than three seconds, he made the great leap and pressed his lips to your folds, sticking his tongue out to lick one long vertical stripe.

You suddenly forgot how to breathe, and being the observant partner Levi is, he quickly takes notice.

His eyes are on you, gauging your reaction to this newly discovered sensation.

“How was that?”

“G-Good. Please, do it again.”

Your hands moved from the sheets to the strands of hair that fell so majestically over his face, moving them away from his eyes as he bowed his head once more to bring back that tingly feeling.

You closed your eyes, inhaling shakily when he slid his tongue between your folds, moving up and down at a slow pace. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place as you seemed to be writhing.

You wanted to moan. So badly. It was hard to hold back the moans, but you didn’t want to face any further embarrassment. Occasionally, you would whimper, and this was enough to keep Levi going, along with the way you tugged at his hair.

“H-Holy- Levi, keep going… Right there!” Levi was setting you free in a way, and you can’t ever thank him enough.

You squeak as he repeatedly laps at your cunt. You slap both of your hands over your mouth, rather harshly, when you fall into this incomparable feeling of pure goodness. The feeling intensified when two fingers joined in, massaging your clit so nicely.

Your legs began shaking. Overstimulation was right around the corner and your thighs were bound to give out at some point. After a minute, your thighs were on either side of Levi’s head. Your quiet whimpers and jerking away from his mouth were your signs for him to ease up.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, love. I’m gonna give you some time to calm down.” He spoke against your skin, warm breath rousing goosebumps. He softly stroked your thighs and placed kisses on your stomach.

While he knew he did something right, he still wondered if you were okay. A minute passed and your eyes were still shut. Your breathing was ragged.

“I didn’t kill you, did I?” He says, moving upward to remove your hands from your mouth, and kissing your lips.

“Fuck, you may as well have.” You let out a content sigh, raising your arms all the way up and stretching your entire body.

A sly smirk appeared on Levi’s lips. He now knows how to take you to the moon with just his mouth.

You watched as he undressed himself further, removing his pants and briefs, and in less than a minute, he was as naked as you were.

One other thing apart from his handsome face caught your attention.

“L-Levi, is it gonna fit?” You were genuinely worried. He’s massive.

“We’ll see.” He’s clearly blushing. He can’t look at you for at least five seconds. There’s no doubt that your remark boosted his ego, but he won’t let it blind him in terms of how careful he needs to be with you.

The loud pounding in your ears gets even louder as his body hovers over yours. He holds himself up with a hand on either side of your head. He’s staring into your innocent eyes with so much respect and adoration. Respect for your body, adoration for your mind and the things that you come up with, respect and adoration for your soul.

You’re beautiful, and every constellation in the sky is jealous.

“Ready?” He asks, steel-colored orbs flitting between your eyes and lips.

“Ready.” You respond, reaching out to cup his face as he comes closer.

He guided the tip of his cock to your folds, gliding up and down a few times. It was easy with all the arousal that had accumulated.

Levi’s eyes never left yours as he entered you. He saw what you felt through quick flashes of your eyes. He knew he couldn’t push his entire length inside right away, no matter how good it felt.

You don’t want to cry. You want to show him that you’re strong, and that the discomfort isn’t hard to get past. For a second, you think you’re okay…and then you remember that only the tip is inside.

He pushes in further, and you wince. You dig your nails into his arms, closing your eyes to focus solely on the feeling of your lover being as close as he’s ever been.

“S-Sorry, angel. Keep your eyes on me. We’re gonna get through this.” His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth as he goes further, and he suppresses the urge to moan out your name. Half of his length is in already and although you’re not feeling the pleasure yet, you’re glad Levi’s feeling good.

A tear glides down your cheek and Levi is quick to catch it with his lips. He litters your face with kisses to distract you as he pushes the last bit of his cock inside. He would cum on the spot if he weren’t so concerned for you. After all, this is his first time, too. The tightness, the clenching, it’s beyond amazing.

“I’m in all the way. Do you think you can handle a little movement?”

“It fit?” You ask, incredulously. The last of your tears died on your lower lash line.

“It did, now answer the question. We can stay like this for a little if you want.” He hates how good you are at curing his insecurity, even if it’s unintentional at times.

“You can move.”

“Okay-“

“And, Levi? Enjoy yourself. You’re allowed to moan if you’re feeling that good. Don’t hold those sounds back.”

Not that he needed your permission for his vocalness, but it did make him feel less guilty for the pleasure he felt, now that you said it out loud. He let loose as soon as he started moving. It was the hottest thing ever, and it definitely helped with vanishing the pain.

You gasped the second you felt pleasure. One look at your face and Levi knew that it was okay to move a little faster.

‘Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum.’ He thought to himself as the sound of your moans filled his ears.

He was determined to give you an orgasm before allowing himself to cum. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, and you swore you were hearing liquid gold. He moaned right into your ear—so breathy. The way he said your name made your toes curl. He has never sounded so needy.

“L-Levi, it feels good… So good.”

“Does it?”

You tangle your fingers into the sheets when an unimaginably intense pleasurable feeling courses through you.

“Hmm?” He uncurls your fingers, intertwining them with his.

“L-Levi, Levi. I-I…” You stopped talking abruptly. Your stomach quivers at the continuous feeling of Levi thrusting in and out of you.

“Come on, love. Tell what you were trying to say. You can do it.” He kissed your shoulder, as if to alleviate any difficulty you found while speaking.

“I—ngh—I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna…!”

A hand gently lands on your mouth, and silver irises take in the look of absolute pleasure on your face. Your moans are still audible, sounding more like whimpers collecting against his hand, along with a fair amount of saliva. Your hips roll against him as you selfishly try to experience the most out of the pleasure Levi induced. The way you clench around his length and scratch at his back has his jaw hanging, shaky ‘ah’s’ and low mutterings of curses spilling from his lips as he unexpectedly releases prematurely.

His thrusts slow down, almost stilling as he removes the hand he had over your mouth.

You cup his cheeks, bringing his face closer to kiss him tenderly.

“Are you okay?” You ask, seeing the adorable dazed look on his face.

“Mhm. More kisses.” He mumbles, leaning in to kiss your over and over again until you need to take a breath.

—

Levi’s post-sex clinginess definitely came as a surprise to you. You did somewhat expect that he would help you clean up, given the extremely clean man he is, but he didn’t stop there.

“Let’s take a bath together.” He suggested, running a hand through his damp locks.

“You can shower first if you want. I don’t mind waiting.” You reply, still laying on the bed.

“No, I want to take a bath with you.” He rummages through his drawer, looking for something comfy for you to wear. He’s expecting you to stay the night.

“But it’s hot, baby.” You insist.

The tips of his ears go red. He realizes that in a few seconds it’ll sound like he’s begging.

“Then we can take a cold shower together.” He mentally crosses his fingers, hoping you’ll say yes.

“Okay. That’s a better idea.”

You were partially against the idea of taking a bath because of the skin-to-skin contact position you would be in with Levi. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered you, but the temperature rose an uncomfortable amount after your ministrations. You thought a shower would change the amount of contact with Levi, but it didn’t.

As you lather your body with soap, Levi wraps his arms around your waist, kissing random areas on your upper back and neck, hands distributing the soap to your hips and sides of your thighs.

“Are you okay, Levi?” You ask, turning around to face him. He looks so lovestruck—his eyes looking at you like you’re the only good thing in the world.

“Perfect. What about you? Does any part of your body hurt?”

“No, I feel good. Thank you.”

He helped rid you of the suds that covered your skin, running his hands up and down the bubble-covered areas, pulling you into the stream of water to wash it all off.

—

You laid next to Levi in his bed. He took the time to change the sheets, and though you would have loved to help him, he insisted on doing it on his own.

“How are you feeling?” Levi asked in a low tone for the tenth time. He stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“A little sore, but it’s okay.” You respond, a soft, lazy, smile on your face.

You’re tired, and Levi can see it, but he won’t let you go to sleep. It’s not on purpose, he just wants to make sure you’re okay.

“Let’s go to sleep, yeah?” You say, letting the weight of your eyelids veil over your eyes.

“Okay, Love. Anything for you.” He pulls you in close, your face meeting his clothed chest. The smell of his shirt was comforting—like a home away from home.

There was no need for an exchange of ‘I love you’s’. You knew he loved you, and there was never a doubt in your mind about it because in the end, you were the one he gave every drop of his affection to.

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How They React To You Smelling Them In Your Amortentia

Harry Potter Characters x Reader

Here’s a quick writing I threw together for y’all! I know I didn’t add that many characters, but I plan on adding more as time goes on. I have to work today and it has me on a time crunch with how much I can write for this one. Either way,,,,,I hope you like it and I hope all of you are having a fantastic day. Make sure to leave any requests if you have them! <3

-(y/h) stands for “your house” and (y/l/n) stands for “your last name” :)

Draco~

“So tell me, (Y/N)! What do you smell?” Hermione looked at her friend, voice filled with excitement.

The (y/h) girl took in a deep breath, her lips curling into a sweet smile, “Expensive cologne, leather shoes, peppermint...and green apples.”

Realization hit (Y/N), knowing that it was the platinum haired boy she was smelling in her amortentia. Letting out a soft breath, her eyes glanced up from the cauldron that sat bubbling in front of her. Hoping he hadn’t heard her, she looked towards none other than Draco Malfoy, who was in fact staring at her. To her surprise, his lips were slightly tugged up in a slight smile as their eyes met. That was odd because nobody had ever seen Draco smile that way before.

Just after sending Draco a small smile back, (Y/N) turned to Hermione, listening to what she was smelling. When Hermione disappeared to grab a notebook to record the results, a small origami dove landed on the desk in front of (Y/N). Her fingers slowly opened it up, eyes scanning over the writing.

Meet me in the clocktower tonight after dinner. ~Draco

Snape~

Being Professor Snape’s assistant was easily the best part of coming back to Hogwarts. He had been her favorite Professor all seven years at the school and being able to come back to work with him meant the word to her. Opening the potions book, (Y/N)’s eyes scanned over the formula for the assigned potion of the day. Snape was in his potions room, rummaging around for something which meant that (Y/N) was in charge of making the example potion for the students to see when they entered.

After adding the final piece to the bubbling cauldron, she closed the potions book and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Not noticing that Severus had rejoined her, she inhaled deeply, taking in each of the aromas that filled her nose.

“Whiskey, old parchment, herbs, and pine wood..” She listed off softly to herself, the man’s presence still unknown.

The raven haired man’s lips twitched up in the slightest, his eyes locked on her. Not to mention that the room seemed to fill with the scent of her perfume.

“(Y/N), how much perfume did you put on this morning? Seems rather strong.” His voice spoke up, half startling the girl.

She turned around, their eyes meeting as they shared a knowing look with one another, (Y/N)’s heart swelling with joy at his remark.

Harry~

“And...Done!” (Y/N) smiled, glancing between Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

The three gave a teasing, playful applause to their friend as she stirred the mixture in the cauldron. The assignment was to create the amortentia potion and record your results. (Y/N) watched quietly as each friend took a turn smelling the potion, Harry deciding that he wanted to go last. Of course Ron could smell all the things that made up Hermione and vice versa. When her turn came around, (Y/N) inhaled slowly, listing each scent as it came to her.

“Broomsticks..Honeysuckle..and fresh laundered robes.” She looked up at her friends, Ron and Hermione smirking at one another before staring between Harry and (Y/N).

Their reaction told the whole story, causing the girl to shyly look over at the Potter boy, seeing the cute little grin he was sporting. To make her feel more secure, Harry took in a big whiff of the potion, listing off all the scents that made up the sweet girl. This caused Harry to reach under the table, slipping his hand into (Y/N)’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Harry and (Y/N) snogging in a tree!” Ron teased the two, causing the friend group to burst into a fit of laughter.

Cedric~

Sitting next to Cedric, (Y/N) sniffed the air, glancing over to her long time crush. She raised a brow and laughed slightly, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. Cedric glanced over and gave her a confused smile, confused as to what she was on about.

“How much cologne did you put on today, Diggory? Bathing in that stuff isn’t gonna get ya the ladies.” She teased, playfully nudging the Hufflepuff’s shoulder.

Cedric raised a brow as he sniffed his shirt, shrugging slightly, “I don’t think I even put any on today, if I’m being completely honest with you, (Y/N). Now you on the other hand. Did you use a whole bottle of perfume this morning?”

Just as she was about to speak up again, Hermione who was passing by, paused to give the two of them a look. A small giggle passed the brunette girl’s lips as she looked between the two of them, shaking her head in disbelief. Placing her potions book down, she pointed to the potion they had all made.

“Amortentia…” (Y/N) and Cedric spoke simultaneously, cheeks flushing red as they dared not to look at one another.

Cedric was the first to speak again after a few moments, throwing his arm around her shoulders, “Good to know that the feelings are mutual, (Y/L/N).”

Tom~

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat, staring Tom down from the other side of the room. Oh how she despised him for being so perfect. Today was the day they were making amortentia in potions class and she was curious as to what she would smell. Just as her good friend Neville finished off the potion, he offered her the first smell, which she gladly took.

“What’s it smell like, (Y/L/N)? Me?” Tom cockily teased the girl, knowing deep down that he had smelled her perfume in his.

The (y/h) girl refused to look at him, her blush would tell him everything that he needed to know. Instead, she excused herself from class, heading down the hall towards the bathroom. Footsteps gained on her faster than she could note them, hoping that it wasn’t anyone following after her.

“(Y/N) wait up!” Tom’s voice called out, his hand gently holding onto her arm when he finally caught up to her, “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

Even though she knew it was a bad idea, the girl nodded, “Morning dew, the Dark Forest, and cinnamon candy.”

A grin spread across Tom’s face as he stared the girl down, hands coming to rest on her shoulders, “Do me a favor and read this after class,” the boy slipped a note into her hand before heading back to the class, glancing back to shoot her a grin once.

Ron~

“C’mon (Y/N). Why won’t you just tell me what it smells like?” Ron begged, following the girl down the hall.

He had been begging for days now and her silence on it only drove her crazy. She knew Hermione liked Ron and she couldn’t do that to her friend. But she also knew how persistent her redheaded friend was and how he wouldn't stop until he got it out of her. (Y/N) stopped just before entering the Great Hall for dinner, turning to look at Ron.

“Fresh cut grass, bonfires, and oak wood.” (Y/N) blurted out, her face going red when she saw his face light up with a bright grin.

Ron pulled his friend into a hug, squeezing her to his chest. She hesitated for a moment before melting into his arms, knowing he was genuine with his reaction. Her eyes fluttered closed for a quick moment, hearing Ron let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you for telling me. Your perfume has been burning in my nose since the other day.” He laughed softly, burying his face in her shoulder.

(Y/N) let out a breathy giggle, her hands gripping onto Ron, enjoying the tight hug, “Your persistence really pays off, now doesn’t it.”

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied (Part Two)

Series: Undercover Hotch fic/series™

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 4,408 | Rated: T | Warnings: swearing, discussion of domestic abuse, possibly compromising positions(?), an almost kiss

Tropes: bedsharing, fake married, mutual pining

Chapter Summary: after holding hotch's hand for a few minutes, it wouldn't be a problem to hold it for most of the morning? because now the retreat gimmicks begin as the two of you search for information while dealing with the events.

A/N: sorry for the delay on part two -- had some family things going on this month <3. look out for part three :) Thank you to @bucky-of-the-opera for always letting me bounce ideas off of her and generally being amazing.

“Where do we start?”

The retreat lodge was larger than you imagined — with sprawling grounds that weren't just limited to the main lodging area where the couples stayed — but extended beyond to woods, hiking trails, and beyond. Hell, you glanced out the window at a nearby mountain, you wouldn’t be surprised if they owned a mountain as well.

“I have no idea,” you murmur, your arm intertwined with Hotch’s, as the two of you stepped into the lobby for the patented mix-and-mingle with the other couples before breakfast. Not only mind-numbing, soul-churning mingling — but with other couples with marital issues -- exactly what every vacation needs, “this place doesn’t seem big on technology — I haven’t seen a single computer or cellphone,”

“The front desk only has paper logs,” he shakes his head, “I asked about the lack of technology in the rooms. A noted policy of no tech — including the employees. I don’t think we are even allowed our cellphones after this breakfast.”

You scan the couples beginning to shuffle down now, “If there’s no tech here, where do you think they keep their guest and employee files?”

“I don’t think breakfast is ready yet, sweetheart,” he replies, as your gaze snaps to his cheeks burning, as you realize a couple approaching your six, “but I’m sure you won’t have to wait too much longer,”

“I’m right there with you,” the husband winks at you, his stomach shaking as he laughs even before he jokes, “if I don’t eat soon, I’m going to lose one of my only reasons for coming to this place,”

And something tells you it isn’t much of a joke either.

“But not the reason for coming here, isn’t that right, dear?” his wife assumedly smiles at you, icily, “Molly Chapman. It’s a pleasure to meet you, and you are?”

You introduce yourself, forcing a straight face on as you manage to say your alias, offering your hand, “This is my husband, Thomas,” as Hotch introduces himself to Molly’s husband, Harry, who claps your boss on the shoulder.

“So,” Harry leans in, almost clandestinely, “what are you two in for?”

“Harry!” Molly chastises him, but her eyes hook onto your expressions, her lips pursed in disapproval if only to hide her smile.

“Well, if it helps, me and the missus here need some help communicating,” he crosses his arms, shaking his head, “never learned much about that growing up,” and he elbows Hotch, “but I’m sure you can relate — we’re practically in the same generation,” And you nearly snort, trying and failing to hide your smile — which Hotch notes, as you see him shoot a small glare your way.

Harry and Molly don’t notice, too busy reprimanding her husband again, before she sighs, pinching at the bridge of her nose, “It’s just as well, we are all going to find out about each other’s problems anyway,”

And you furrow your brow, “I saw group therapy on the itinerary — is it mandatory?”

“It is,” Molly nods, “Dr. Rosen, the therapist who helped design the program, insisted on it — otherwise it would just be a vacation, not a couples retreat,” and she raises an eyebrow, “didn’t you read that in the paperwork when you signed up?”

“I did most of the paperwork,” Hotch intercedes, his fingers intertwining with yours, “my love here was busy wrapping up some loose ends for work so I ended up taking the lead on it,”

“Oh well now I know what’s wrong with you two,” Harry chuckles, as Molly elbows him again, half-heartedly, as he gestures to you, coffee in hand, “you wear the pants in the relationship, got that one wrapped around your finger, now don’t you? Not surprising, with the age gap and all--” as he looks you up and down, winking at Hotch, as you gape at him, “nicely done, sir.”

Your blood begins to boil, several insults picked out and fine-tuned on your tongue as you open your mouth, “Well—”

“We’re working on it,” Hotch clears his throat, jerking his head toward the now ready breakfast buffet, “Harry, it looks like—”

“Food’s on!” and he’s scurrying away to the table, as his wife follows suit, giving both of you a nod, as you glare at his retreating back.

“Food fucking saved his life,” and your eyes slide back to Hotch, as he gestures for you to head over to the breakfast table, “and so did you,”

“Well, I figured you murdering someone on our first day here would attract some unwelcome attention,” he steers you away from the direction of the Chapmans, his hand now slipping around your waist, and you do your best to ignore the flip of your heart, focusing on the fancy finger foods the retreat put out for breakfast, until you feel Hotch’s fingers drum on the small of your back, “do you see that?”

You glance at him, following his gaze until your eyes fall on a door that says ‘Employees’ Only’ around the corner, the manager slipping through the door, locking it behind him. You glance away nonchalantly, helping yourself to some mini-breakfast sandwiches and some fruit, “Do you think they keep the employee files?”

“Maybe,” he breathes in your ear, as he reaches over your shoulder to grab some food, making you shiver at the closeness, “but how do we—”

“Welcome!” a voice booms from the foyer, sweeping arms as he steps forward cutting through the dining room, “Please everyone take a seat. Help yourself to some breakfast.”

You both make your way to a table, and Hotch pulls out your chair for you, giving a small smile, as he takes his seat beside you.

“I hope you all are beginning to get to know each other, but that is not all you will be getting to know today,” he clasps his hands, he bared his teeth with his fake white smile, “I am Richard Rosen, and I will be guiding you through your time during this six-week retreat, where you are not only going to learn about our facilities, about mindfulness, and about yourselves,” his eyes scan the crowd smiling, “you’re going to learn about each other.'

Oh, how wonderful.

You had read up about this guy last night — went to Harvard — Harvard College in Indiana, and got his certification in Psychology after four weeks of surely intense training. After that, he opened his own practice in New York City, which folded after several complaints ranging from sexual harassment to fraud. Unfortunately for his clients (and fortunately for him), there wasn’t enough evidence to get his lack-luster certification yanked. He then moved from city to city, learning from his mistakes, and never stuck to the same city for long enough for someone to catch onto his treatment packaged charade. Until eventually, he settled upon White Mountains Retreat, where he was allowed to stay in one place, but with a revolving door of patients.

He was one of your suspects — no record, but had easy access to the couples, and intimate knowledge of their relationships.

"But our time will begin together tomorrow,” he beams at all of you, “Right now, I'm going to pass it over to the man who you will be coordinating your incredibly list of daily activities during your stay here — the man responsible for all the wonderful memories you will make — Mr. Brock Hillen," Rosen steps aside, welcoming Hillen to take over, and he doesn’t wait a beat, checking his watch before disappearing down a hall.

“Where’d he go?” you murmur, and Hotch shakes his head.

“I don’t know,” Hotch murmurs, lips barely moving, “but do you see that?”

And you spot cuts on Brock’s arms before he tugs the sleeve of his shirt down to cover it, “Could be consistent with causing those injuries our victims,”

And Brock Hillen was no less suspicious than Rosen — with a criminal record to match. With two charges of domestic assault, Hillen already had a history of violence with his ex-wife, but since she divorced him, he has had no other charges. Yet, because of his record, he went job to job, until he found himself as the Activities Coordinator of White Mountain. Could it be that his rage over his wife leaving him led to the murders? Maybe something in the last few weeks that triggered it.

“Hello all!” he greets, holding his arms out, his fake blonde hair nearly blinding under the bright light of the chandelier that hangs above him, “thank you Richard, for that all too kind introduction,” he begins his spheal on the healing nature of the resort, the efforts of his team in coordinating the next six weeks for them, and you begin to lose interest around his third sentence with the word “enchant” in it.

And your eyes can’t help but slide to Hotch a moment, whose arm rests on your lower back still, the metal of his watch gently pressed against your shirt, and you swear his thumb brushes against your spine. You almost want to brush it away, his touch is so gentle, so sweet, so intentional, but it wasn’t — it wasn’t.

“For our first event,” and now you’re blinking back to Brock — to the reason you were here — to catch a killer, “I’m going to have you do one of the very things that Richard mentioned — an activity that will allow you to you learn more about yourselves and each other,” and he gestures around you, “as well as the grounds themselves,” Other employees start handing the couples a clipboard, “your task will be to get each of your stamps from around the retreat — this obviously includes our grounds and other facilities, including our spa, chapel, gardens, and so on.”

“Seems like a perfect opportunity to look around,” you murmur — as Hotch takes the clipboard, flipping through the scavenger hunt -- at least there wasn’t some cheesy shtick to this activity.

“To symbolize the journey you all will be embarking on together as couples, you must complete the task hand-in-hand,” Brock brings his two hands together, “please, there will be staff all over the facilities, if you need a hint, feel free to ask, and I will be here as well to provide any assistance,” he gestures to employees behind the couples, “now, at the sound of the gong—”

At the sound of the what—

And then a loud crash fills the air, rattling your eardrums, making you jump, “Take each other’s hand, and begin!”

Couples begin scattering about, pulling each other along — you spot Molly dragging Harry away from the breakfast table.

And Hotch rises beside you, offering you his hand, clipboard in his other hand, “Ready?”

You glance from him to his hand.

Probably not, but— your fingers intertwine with his, his calloused fingers warm, and the cool metal of his band brushing against your skin—

“Ready.”

What other choice did you have?

~~~

“How many more do we have?” So far, the first few stamps have taken you all around the other facilities — the spa, the garden, the sauna — but none inside the retreat center itself. Not a single one had given you a change to find where the files were kept in this place.

“Two more left,” he murmurs, “I assume the last one will take us back into the main building, so the other must be—”

“At the chapel,” you glance at the map of the place you were handed by an employee who took pity on you two after you had wandered around the grounds — completely lost, “at least we don’t have to bother figuring out the riddles now,”

“You mean you don’t need to bother,” you shake your head, “i’m sorry, I’m just—”

“Are you okay?” he asks, as the two of you stroll towards the chapel, everyone else out of earshot, “the first day can be—”

“No, it’s not that,” you look around the grounds, and you resist the urge to flex your fingers, but he notices you tense — and you know he would drop your hand but he can’t, so he steps away a little, “It’s not you—”

“But it’s you?” he chuckles, as you bite your lip, “I know it’s a lot,” he sighs, as you two reach the chapel, a relatively small building built on top of a hill. It’s a white marble building, its one spire splitting the sky above it asunder, practically gleaming in the sunlight. The double mahogany doors are drawn open for the couples, another just leaving as you two arrive. You watch him stare up at the chapel, “it is for me too.”

You frown, as the employees at the entrance greet you, and direct you to sit near the front together for a few minutes — to take solace in the quiet before you receive your stamp. Hotch hands them the clipboard as you both wander down the aisle together.

The aisles are lined with white pews, light streaming through beautiful stained glass windows. Your footsteps echoed against the stone floor. You step and sit into the pew beside Hotch, sitting back a moment. The chapel itself had no denomination — it was clear it was made for the sake of religious and non-religious functions — likely an intentional choice not to exclude any religion or atheists for that matter.

After all, money was money in their eyes.

You two are quiet a moment, your hands still interlaced for the sake of the employees still watching the two of you, “I think for me,” your voice low, “it’s just weird to be this close with anyone,”

“You mean physically or?” you shrug.

“It’s part of it — it has been a while since I’ve shared a bed with someone,” you purse your lips, “but like you said, it’s hard for me to let someone see me, like all of me,” and you glance at him, “and it’s hard when you’re literally the leader of a team of, you know.”

“I know,” he leans against the back of the pew, “it’s impossible to hide things from the team even when when we don’t spend every minute with them, and now that we’re spending the all of the next six weeks together--”

“There won’t be much we can do to hide,” you nod, looking down at the floor.

And that was what scared you the most.

The employees hand you back the clipboard at that moment, excusing you both back, and the two of you step out of the chapel, “I just want you to know,” you say, as the two of you reach the bottom of the hill, “you don’t have to hide anything from me,” and he raises an eyebrow, as you add, “if you don’t want to.”

“Do most people hide anything because they really want to?”

“No I meant,” you chew your lip, “This is probably hard for you, and I don’t want to act like I know what you’re going through — I don’t,” you would never deign to think you knew what it was like to lose your the love of your life, your best friend, and mother of your child in one fell swoop, “but you don’t have to pretend,” not with me, you want to add, but you don’t — you can’t.

He blinks a moment, eyebrows raising only for a millisecond, before he sighs, “It’s easier to pretend,” he presses his lips together, as another couple approaches, “and that’s what we’re here to do,” and he begins to walk forward, gently pulling you along, as your cheeks burn, your head fixed on the ground, until he adds, “but I appreciate it,” and you meet his gaze, several emotions in his eyes, before he tears it away, “thank you.”

You don’t get to respond, as the two of you step inside to find only most of the couples still hadn’t returned yet — still collecting the last of the stamps, and most of the staff floating around the grounds to corral and nudge stragglers along. And their absence left an opportunity.

So you glance around, before tugging a distracted Hotch along, wandering around a corner, “What—”

And you grab him by the shoulder, pinning him to the wall, cheeks burning all the while, not daring to meet his gaze, but its just the same because you hear the small gasp of your name that leaves his lips in a whisper, and his body tenses against your palm.

You lean up closer, before slowly craning your neck around the corner, “We’re a couple at a retreat looking to sneak away,” you murmur, lips barely moving, as you lean closer, nose brushing his neck — god he smells good — but you refuse to let your lips brush against his skin, “or that’s what it will look like to anyone.”

His tenseness melts away, and he’s pliable to your touch, as your fingers graze his neck now, your thumb resting against his cheek, as he stares down at you — so adoringly as you tug him by the shirt away from the wall, following you with such ease.

You’re next to the employees only door — your fingers reach for the knob, turning — “It’s locked,” you murmur, and his brow furrows, as you cup his cheek, guiding his gaze to the lock.

And he’s spinning you around gently so that you’re pressed to the wall, your breath catching in your throat, as he looms over you, his fingers cupping your chin. His arm around your back, pulling your lower half close to him, but he’s holding the door knob in place while he tries to pick it with his other hand.

Your cheeks burn as he looks down on you, his gaze freezing you in place, far too close — his breath warming your lips, taking the breath from your lungs and replacing your blood with lava. And you can see so clearly — the cut of his jaw, the soft lines of his face, and the curve of his lips—

And then the lock clicks open.

He’s turning the knob, as you spare one glance over your shoulder to see if anyone sees either of you, but then the door is shutting behind you. You feel the wall for a light switch, and you flick it on, while you hear the click of the door locking again.

And you blink, a glorified break room — a few tables and a basic refrigerator stuck in the corner, a worn couch stuck against a wall, and a sink stuck in the corner with a subpar dish rack — far from the accolades that were in each guest’s room — but then again, the employees weren’t paying through the nose for the rooms.

You two stay close, as your eyes scan for anything that could be a camera — even one that isn’t obvious — placed in a smoke detector or lamp shade, “No cameras,” he pulls away, and you try to swallow the lump in your throat, tucking away the embarrassment to dwell on another time (likely right before when you’re trying to sleep).

But then again, the guests weren’t the ones working 18 hour shifts on their feet.

Hotch calls for you, pointing towards a few file drawers stuck in the corner, and the two of you head over, running your finger down the label on the drawers, “These are all client records — administrative, financial — nothing on the employees.”

“They must keep the employee records somewhere else that employees don’t have access to,” and you’re rifling through the folders, for something — anything.

“I haven’t seen any other employee areas,” you shut the drawers, and then you glance around, your eyes falling on another door in the corner of the room — “unless—”

“It must be Rosen and Hillen’s offices,” you walk over, reading the placard — Administration Offices, “locked?”

“This isn’t something that can be picked easily,” Hotch shakes his head, “it has a bump guard — it prevents—”

“--lock bumping,” and Hotch looks over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow, “I’ll tell you my reason if you you tell me yours,

He snorts, “I learned it sometime between 6th grade and military school,” and it’s your turn to raise your eyebrows, “my father — he—”

“You don’t have to—” you shake your head, “unless you want to—”

“I’ll just say, it wasn’t a good childhood,” he raises to his feet.

And you can’t help but give a small smile, “But look at how well you turned out,” and he’s shaking his head, shrugging his shoulders, “Hotch,” you make him meet your gaze, “you’re a good man — don’t doubt that.”

His eyes meet yours again, warm, as he looks away to the floor for a moment, the corners of his lips twitching, “Thank you,” he breathes, and he’s stepping forward, “I—”

And then the doorknob is jiggling. Your heads snap to the door, before looking back to each other.

Shit.

Before you know it, his wrist is around yours, and he’s tugging you to the couch, as you fall backwards onto the soft cushions. He’s halfway kneeling between your legs, his body draped over you, and he’s leaning closer, murmuring an apology as he lips draw close to yours, “Hotch—”

And then the door is opening, as his lips nearly brush yours, “Hey!”

An employee stares at the both of you, as you both stumble to your feet, adjusting your clothes, “This is employees only — what are you—”

“Sorry!” you yelp, jumping to your feet, “so sorry,” and you brush past them, Hotch following at your heels.

And the two of you find your way back to the lobby, your heart still in your throat, as you tug on your clothes, “Thanks for the —” your cheeks burn, “I mean, good thinking—” you shake your head, "you know what I mean."

He snorts, his fingers finding yours again, giving them a slight squeeze, "Anytime," and your heart oh-so-helpfully skips a beat, tongue-tied, but luckily you don't have to response as Hotch glances at you, "you never did tell me how you learned about lock picking."

You shrug, “I have a checkered past,”

“That’s not much of an answer,” and you shoot him a half-smile.

“I have to keep you interested somehow don’t I?” you reply right as Brock begins to speak again.

The event wraps up with another talk from Brock — who has an employee approach him towards the end of his talk, whispering in his ear, and he nods, waving him off, “and one last thing — I know you all came to rejuvenate your marriages and partnerships through this retreat and we fully encourage you to do so but—” you swallow thickly, realizing just which employee must have whispered in his ear right then, “please refrain from doing so in restricted areas that are not for our guests.”

You cannot even bear to look at Hotch, keeping your gaze straight ahead, grabbing a drink on the tray, and sipping at it — and you wondered if you were masking your mortification well.

Probably fucking not.

~~~

Brock then adjourns them for the rest of the day — not wanting to “overwhelm them” on day one (or rather padding their time here with nothingness) — welcoming them to have their meal in the dining facilities or up in the rooms.

Most people head off to their rooms, while others linger in the lobby — chatting amongst themselves — he spots Harry rushing off to the dining facilities, his wife in tow.

The rest of the day goes off without much to-do. Hotch glances around — not a single thing of note learned about the guests or the staff. The other couples are all sociable to some extent — some more reserved than others, but none of them fit the unsub’s types so far — placing you two directly in the paths of the unsub.

By the time it’s time for bed, his body is aching for nothing but sleep — and it looked like you had the same idea. Already slipped under the covers, you’re curled up, half-asleep as your eyes flutter heavy with sleep.

Neither of you felt the need to stand guard in the room — the doors were securely locked for each of the couples, and the team was monitoring the situation at the local precinct. But you both kept your weapons close by — concealed in case someone happened to find their way in.

“Are you asleep?” Hotch whispers, and you mumble, shaking your head, turning to glance at him — your shoulders tense and brow furrowed.

“Is something going on?”

And he shakes his head, “No, sorry,” and you relax back in bed, but your lips still pursed, “I just hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier,” and you tilt your head — and he almost smiles at your sleep-induced confusion.

“Earlier?” and then it floods back to you — as you blink, glancing away from him, “oh—”

He shakes his head, “I just don’t want you to think I was—”

“Hotch, I know you weren’t,” you slowly sit up, “if you hadn’t done that, I think we would have been on our way home on our first day,” you chuckle, “and I know you wouldn’t take advantage — especially when we have a job to do.”

Right, a job, he chides himself, It was a job.

“If you want to sleep—”

“I’m not having this conversation again,” you yawn, turning around and getting comfortable again, “good night, Hotch.”

And he looks at you, a small sigh parting his lips — until he finally settles in bed beside you.

His arm resting across his forehead, he glances at you again. He had spent so much of today holding your hand, his fingers nearly flexing at the memory. It had been so long since he had held someone’s hand, so long since he had worn a ring on his finger, so long since he called someone his partner.

It felt so nice.

Nice — not only because he hadn’t realized how much he had missed having someone, someone beside him, someone there — but because —

Because it was you.

And he knew that because — he didn’t want to let go of your hand.

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