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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 25)

A/N: I just feel the need to tell you guys that the dress I found literally made me gasp out loud when I saw it for the first time. I first saw it over a month ago and I knew instantly it had to be Lady Tyrell's wedding dress. Anyways, ignore my geeking out over how perfect the dress is and enjoy the chapter! (Especially because this one is 8.5k words)

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“Are you nervous?”

I turned to Margaery, who was sitting at my table as all sorts of maids rushed around my chambers. The only thing I could equate this level of craze and urgency to was that of a battle.

Except, well, this wasn’t a battle at all. It was my wedding.

“A bit. I know nothing really changes after this, but somehow it does. Plus, the thought of kissing Tywin in front of every damned noble in all seven kingdoms… well, it’s somewhat intimidating,” I noted, looking myself over in the mirror again. My hair was done just as I liked it, and my grandmother had truly had the most beautiful dress in all of Westeros put together for the day. It was covered with flowers, both white, red, and pink. A perfect mix of the Lannister colors and the Tyrell sigil. There was jewelry too, of course, and it felt just as heavy as my sword at the moment.

“If it makes you feel any better, I had to kiss Joffrey. And Renly. And then Tommen, though he wasn’t quite so bad. Just a bit awkward, really,” Margaery recounted, making me laugh as I gazed at her through the mirror. I wondered who the last woman to marry quite so many kings had been. Perhaps my sister had been the first.

“Well, I’m glad one of your marriages is working out well. It’s about time,” I teased, taking a deep breath and walking towards the door with her. It was time for us to set off to the Sept of Baelor.

“I pray that yours does much better. Come, father and grandmother should be waiting,” she said, linking our arms and walking with me through the halls. The servants who happened to see me as I walked through the Keep were all gawking, and I felt increasingly uncomfortable.

“They’re only looking because you’re so beautiful,” Margaery whispered, seeing the look on my face as they stared. I looked over at her and smiled a bit.

“I think the ugliest woman on earth would look beautiful in this dress.”

“Well, it especially flatters you. The Lord Hand is going to think so too,” she giggled, giving my arm a little squeeze. I only laughed, knowing she was probably right. Though, Tywin wouldn’t be so happy when the other men in the crowd stared just as much as he did.

We finally made it to the carriage, and Margaery helped me inside, careful with my dress and hair. I sat down beside my grandmother, and Margaery followed suit, sitting beside my father. He was becoming slightly emotional at the sight of me in my wedding dress.

“You look lovely, my dear,” my grandmother commented, kissing my cheek. I smiled bashfully, giving a soft ‘thank you.’

“Your grandmother's quite right. My eldest daughter getting married, gods,” father muttered, smiling at Margaery who did the same towards him. I only shook my head, slightly overwhelmed with all the attention. I’d always been somewhat left alone by my family, as they knew I could take care of myself well enough, and now being under everyone’s gaze was making me anxious.

My grandmother seemed to understand this, for as the carriage started she took my hand in hers and said nothing.

When we arrived, I took my fathers arm and waited a bit for my grandmother and sister to go in first. Loras and Sansa were already in the sept, along with every other great house, it seemed.

“Are you alright?” My father asked me after a moment, walking with me up the grand steps. I swallowed, nodding.

“Being in front of so many people makes me anxious,” I said softly, dress clutched in my free hand so I wouldn’t trip.

“You seem to like being in front of crowds in the fighting pits,” he remarked, chuckling a bit. We had reached the double doors, and I had to force myself to take a deep breath.

“Well, that’s different. People cheer for me in the pits. But here… well, here they’re just staring,” I reasoned, looking over at him.

“You’ll be alright, my dear. You’ll see.”

The large doors were painstakingly pulled open, and I was met with the eyes of over a hundred people. As my father escorted me inside, I found the faces of all the Starks, of the Martells, of my own family, and nearly every other noble in Westeros.

But when I moved on from them, I found the face of the one man who mattered, and I couldn’t resist a smile.

Tywin looked so handsome, dressed in the most ornate red coat I’d ever seen and standing tall at the altar. His hands were folded in front of him as he held the cloak, and he held my eye contact quite fiercely.

Carefully, I descended into the sept with my father, and I caught the eyes of many people I was familiar with. Bronn gave me a nod and a smile, as did Robb Stark. The Hound met my gaze, and I saw a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes. The same went for Ellaria Sand, who nodded at me.

It was rather odd to see so many I knew in one place, but the somewhat overwhelming nature of it was no longer relevant as my father brought me up to the altar. He gave my cheek a quick kiss before finding his spot along the crowd, and then I was faced with Tywin.

He could not stop looking at me, eyes fond and happy. For once, he even appeared happy to everyone else around us. He wasn’t quite smiling, but his face was soft, and that was quite the thing.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered sweetly, making me smile far more than I should have. I took his arm and leaned in.

“And you look quite handsome.”

We went up the remaining steps until we stood before the septon, and I let go of his arm.

“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection,” the septon said, to which I swallowed and turned away from Tywin. I heard him opening the large cloth behind me, and carefully, I felt the cloth drape across me. Tywin placed his hands on my shoulders, smoothing it out. I could feel his breath on my neck, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks.

When I turned around, we joined hands again, holding them out for the septon. It was rather lovely having so much experience at Margaery’s various weddings, as I now knew exactly what to do when.

“We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever,” he continued, wrapping the cloth around our hands. It made me want to shake, as my heart was pounding quite aggressively.

More than anything, I wanted to look at Tywin, to at least express my love through my eyes if not through words. I felt Tywin stand a bit straighter, though, and I knew it was a sense of pride. I did the same, a smile tugging at my lips.

“Let it be known that Tywin of the House Lannister and (Y/N) of the House Tyrell are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.”

Tywin and I turned to each other now, the cloth having been removed during the septons monologue. At the same time, we began to recite:

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger.”

We then continued together.

“I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”

“I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”

Tywin could not pull his eyes away from mine, and I’d never felt such a deep love for him. My stomach was fluttering, and the color and intensity of his eyes seemed to make this reaction even more prominent. Tywin inhaled, not even bothering to address the crowd.

“With this kiss, I pledge my love,” he said firmly, loud enough for all to hear. Tywin stepped toward me, one hand coming to my face as he leaned down and pressed his lips to my own. My eyes closed as I laid my hand against his chest, and we held our position for a few more seconds.

When he pulled away, we both grinned widely, and applause erupted throughout the sept. The serious, cold Tywin Lannister smiling at his wife, what a thought. I had once heard someone call Tywin as tough as Valyrian Steel, and while I had agreed years ago, I had since learned my lesson.

Even Valyrian Steel could be mended by a few select people.

I found that I could not stop smiling, especially when I considered everything that had led up to this moment. If 14 years ago I’d been told I would eventually marry Tywin Lannister of all men, I would have lost my mind. Even if I’d been told 2 years ago, I would’ve done the same.

It was hard for me to comprehend everything that Tywin and I had been through together, and how much our relationship had developed since the Battle of Blackwater. We’d bantered, flirted, given each other gifts, kissed, slept together, and even saved each other's lives.

It seemed to me there was hardly a thing Tywin and I hadn’t been through, and even despite all that, our relationship had prospered. We had truly ‘grown strong.’

Tywin’s hand was linked in mine, and we finally faced the crowd, soaking in all their continued cheers and claps. I assumed Tywin would be courteous and stoic, but after a moment or two, I turned towards him to find him smiling down at me. At that moment, it seemed he had completely abandoned all formality and sense of reputation. He was simply too happy to care.

As was I, for I reached for him again, tugging at his collar and kissing him once more as I laughed. He reciprocated without a single thought, and I was overjoyed.

I felt his hands at my waist, and he was holding me like a starving man clutches at his first meal in weeks. I would never forget the brush of his stubble against my face, nor the feeling of his smile against my lips.

There are certain memories that one cherishes for a lifetime, and as I pulled away and let my forehead rest against my husband’s, I knew this would most assuredly be one of them.

For he was mine, and I was his.

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The feast was just as grand as it ought to have been, and much to my surprise, Tywin did not complain about the costs once. Instead, he was in a rather good mood the entire time, talking with plenty of other nobles when he wasn’t by my side.

Similarly, I had been making my own rounds. The first group of people I’d spoken to consisted of Jaime and Brienne, who was wearing a lovely blue dress. With the way Jaime was staring at her, I thought perhaps he’d inherited his father’s love language of gift giving.

“Ser Jaime, Lady Brienne,” I greeted, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Lady (Y/N), congratulations. The ceremony was beautiful,” Brienne complimented with a gentle smile. She was being rather courteous, which I understood due to our lack of any serious time together.

“My father’s jaw must be hurting, I haven’t seen him smile so much… well, ever,” Jaime jested, smiling and drinking more of the wine in his cup. I let out a small laugh, looking across the room to find Tywin laughing with my grandmother. Gods, what had I done to him?

“Don’t be rude, Jaime,” Brienne scolded, smacking his shoulder. His eyebrows raised with shock, as if he had not a clue how what he had said could be considered rude.

“I’m not. I’m telling the truth, gods forbid.”

I smiled even more now, knowing Tywin and I often bickered the same way.

“Lady Brienne, your dress suits you, though I will admit to being surprised to see you in a dress,” I remarked suddenly, knowing perfectly well why she was wearing it.

“Thank you, my Lady. It- it was a gift,” she stuttered awkwardly, arms behind her back like they usually were. I smiled.

“A gift from who? If you’ll permit me to ask,” I questioned with a feigned innocence. Jaime gave me a playful glare.

“I gave it to her,” Jaime remarked smugly, grinning at the tall woman beside him. She merely blushed and looked down.

“You’re just like your father, Jaime,” I laughed, folding my hands in front of me. He tilted his head with a bit of curiosity.

“How so?”

“Enjoy the feast, you two,” I smiled and left Jaime and Brienne alone, deciding it would be smarter to let them figure it out themselves. What was it with Lannister men and their warrior women?

I was making my way back to our table--more specifically my seat so that I might actually enjoy the dinner--when I noticed Cersei downing her wine in conversation with some lady. Despite all of our differences, I had figured Cersei out rather quickly upon arriving in King's Landing, and I knew the look on her face meant the woman in front of her was making her want to jump from the Red Keep’s windows.

Naturally and without thought, I drifted towards her and linked my arm with hers.

“Cersei! I’ve been wanting to speak with you all night. Excuse us, my lady, it’s rather important family business,” I said falsely, giving the woman a smile that made me look just like Margaery. I pulled Cersei away without hesitation, removing my arm from hers when we were far enough away.

“That woman was incredibly dull, yet she would not stop blabbering,” Cersei muttered bitterly, drinking more of her wine as we stood along the outskirts of the party. It felt like I was able to breathe for a moment, oddly enough. It was strange to consider that somehow, Cersei no longer hated me. At least, I didn’t think so.

Perhaps I’d cried out for the gods so many times in Tywin’s bed that they had actually begun to listen.

“You looked miserable. And I did want to speak with you… to- to thank you for helping me that night,” I said slowly, being precise and intentional with my words. I needed Cersei to know that I truly meant it. She swallowed, though there was no wine in her mouth.

“Y-You’re welcome,” she replied with no detectable malice. There was an odd look in her eyes, something I could only compare to that of an abused dog, wondering if the hand extending out might be different than the ones that had come before.

“I’m glad he’s marrying you and not some dumb whore, you know. Most men fuck and wed anything with a pair of tits, but you’ve actually got a brain,” Cersei said after a moment of silence, not facing me but instead looking around at the crowd. I knew she meant it.

“Your father is not most men. It’s precisely why I married him,” I told her softly, glancing at Tywin from across the courtyard. Gods, he looked so handsome today it was overwhelming. There were often times I looked at him and I found myself wondering why there was no crown upon his head, for he looked every bit the king.

“For a very long time I didn’t believe that you could actually love him. I love him, for what girl does not crave the affections of her father? But you? Why should you have any reason to love him, especially after hating him so much for so long?” She questioned rhetorically, playing with the hem of her sleeve.

“I believed you wanted his power, or his money. Especially when you began to influence his decisions. My father is not a man that’s easy to love, and I suppose that’s why I doubted the two of you so much. But I- I was wrong, (Y/N). And I am… sorry for treating you so bitterly before,” Cersei said, struggling through it as if she had to force each word from her mouth. It was not natural for her to be so genuine, I knew. And it certainly wasn’t natural for her to apologize, which made me appreciate it even more.

“You thought I was inflicting harm upon your family for my own gain. I don’t blame you, Cersei. Tywin was hard to love. Often he still is. I had hated him for so long, yet our conversations always had me captivated and fueled. Despite my best efforts to hate him, I found that nobody has ever understood me so deeply. Nobody has ever managed to challenge me as he does, or to comfort me as he does. Tywin- well, he’s multiple people all at once. The husband is very different from the Hand,” I explained, unable to remove my eyes from him as he continued to talk with my grandmother. I could see in the subtle lines of his face just how happy he was, and it made me smile.

“This is the happiest he’s been since… well…” Cersei went quiet, and I knew what she was thinking. I gave her a quiet nod of understanding.

“Excuse me, (Y/N). I need a moment,” Cersei whispered, voice cracking a bit as she left my side. I frowned, knowing the subject of her mother was difficult.

After a deep breath, I found myself looking for someone else to speak with. As I did, I noticed Sansa speaking with her family rather excitedly. Loras had informed me a few days ago that she was pregnant, and from what I observed, that seemed to make her happy.

And on top of that, it seemed Tyrion and Rosalin Frey had also had some success. Tywin would be pleased that everything had worked out, although I remembered that the children still had to be the opposite gender.

Either way, I was certain things would work out.

I decided that I would join Loras and Margaery at the table, who were chatting happily as Tommen smiled and nodded along with them.

As I began walking toward them, however, I was stopped by a certain Master of Whispers.

“Lady (Y/N).”

I turned, smiling at Varys as he bowed his head toward me, hands in his sleeves as they always were.

“Lord Varys, have you enjoyed the wedding?” I asked politely, deciding I would let him say whatever he had approached me about after we exchanged certain pleasantries.

“I have, my lady. No expense was spared, and rightfully so. You and Lord Tywin make quite the handsome couple, especially dressed as you are,” he complimented, eyebrows raised with contentment.

“Thank you. I’ll admit, my grandmother has spent more than any sane person might consider reasonable on my dresses, but this is truly the nicest one I’ve ever owned. It’s rather symbolic too, I should think,” I noted, looking down at the gown before meeting Varys’ eyes again. He smiled politely.

“Certainly, my lady.”

After a moment, I decided to prompt him, as he would’ve considered it rude to discuss whatever subject he had in mind without me asking.

“What do you wish to discuss, Lord Varys? I know you well enough.”

He began to frown, letting out a deep sigh.

“I’m afraid it’s about Walder Frey, my lady. He’s rather drunk, and was overheard by quite a few people saying that it’s good his other sons aren’t old enough to marry you, for Lord Tywin had probably already ‘damaged’ you,” Varys whispered, leaning toward me so I would still be able to hear. I felt a distinct anger rising in my stomach, and I dug my nails into my palms. How dare he.

“I see. Does my husband know of this?” I questioned plainly, trying my best to avoid feeling so upset on a day that was supposed to be joyous.

“No, thank the gods. Your grandmother has kept him quite distracted. However, I’m afraid Baelish was also present when he said it, and I have no doubt in my mind he intends to tell the Lord Hand.”

“And what would you have me do about that?” I asked him, my eyebrows raised with a slight annoyance. I certainly had no desire to put up with Baelish right now, and I shouldn’t have to.

“Nothing, my lady, simply be aware.”

I looked around and found Baelish speaking with Catelyn Stark, or at least trying to. I prayed that it would keep him occupied for a while, especially because I knew that the moment Tywin received the news, things would certainly not go well for Walder Frey.

I expected he would go white and quiver again, just as he had when Tywin was 10 years old. In a way, I was almost excited.

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“I’m glad you decided to take my advice, Tywin.”

“About what?”

“About enjoying something before you die. And about that something being my granddaughter.”

Tywin grinned and shook his head, waving your grandmother off. He was currently rather ecstatic, so much so that many of the lords and ladies in attendance were beginning to become uncomfortable. Why on earth was Tywin Lannister smiling?

“Yes, yes. You were right. Is that what you want to hear?” He scoffed, though lightheartedly. Olenna smiled.

“Not at all. I already knew I was right, I’m simply informing you that it’s nice to see the two of you together now. For months you were going about like bloody fools trying to deny your feelings, it was rather annoying and droll for everyone around you. Plus, you’ve become quite the handsome—not to mention advantageous—couple. Few marriages in Westeros history can boast a love match and political power,” She said, looking up at your husband. He raised an eyebrow before looking away.

“Neither of those things are exclusive to us being married. You’re well aware that (Y/N) has been influencing me for quite some time now. Not to mention, Margaery is already married to Tommen,” Tywin pointed out, taking a sip of his wine as he did. He’d had multiple different kinds shipped in from all over Westeros, and even some from Essos, he figured he might as well enjoy it.

“Yes, but Tommen is not the real power. You and (Y/N) are advantageous because it keeps the mutual interest of both houses in mind. Margaery has some sway as queen, but only as much as her husband. If Tommen has no power over you… well then…” Olenna trailed off, nodding her head at Tywin as she made her point. He was no fool, understanding her perfectly. He also had no problem discussing it, knowing that Olenna had no bad intentions. She was happy for her granddaughter of course, but it being a love marriage was only a nice addition to a strong match.

“Plus, it gives me a chance of having even more great grandchildren. Loras and Sansa are expecting, I don’t know if (Y/N)’s told you yet,” Olenna mentioned, looking over at her granddaughter by law. She looked overjoyed to see her family, and your grandmother was happy she’d had the opportunity to.

“She has not. We’ve been a bit preoccupied these last few days, understandably. I congratulate you, though I’m not entirely sure you should expect any children from us,” Tywin said somewhat apprehensively, setting his wine down before folding his hands behind his back. Slowly, Olenna tilted her head at him. Her lips were parted, and she had a certain degree of shock in her eyes.

“You don’t intend to have children? When we last spoke about the subject it seemed as though you hoped naming (Y/N) head of the Tyrell armies would convince her.”

“We haven’t discussed it. (Y/N)-“

Olenna laughed aloud at that, shaking her head and setting her own cup down. She faced Tywin completely, looking him dead in the eyes.

“You haven’t discussed children? You, Tywin Lannister, a man known for being obsessed with his legacy, haven’t discussed that subject with your wife? I find that very hard to believe,” she chided, tone sharp and rather annoyed. Tywin’s expression did not change at all, and if not for his periodic blinks, he could’ve passed for a statue.

“No. I have not.”

“Well why in the seven hells not?” Olenna exclaimed, still absolutely astonished at that fact. Tywin inhaled before starting.

“Despite the fact that I think she would be an excellent one, (Y/N) has noted multiple times that she does not see herself as a mother, and I would not be so bold as to presume that those sentiments have changed. The subject did not need discussing,” he explained, though Olenna knew there was more to it than that.

“Again, in case you need reminding, you have always been so obsessed with continuing the Lannister line, yet suddenly my granddaughter mentions she doesn’t wish to be a mother and that becomes more important than the objective you have tirelessly worked towards? There’s more to it than just my granddaughter’s wishes, Tywin. Be frank with me,” Olenna rambled, hardly even blinking or breathing as she did. The Queen of Thorns was particularly sharp tonight.

“There isn’t more to it than that. Even if there was, it’s not relevant to you,” Tywin replied, snarky as ever. Your grandmother gave him quite the look of disappointment.

“Consider the topic done then. I don’t care so much that I would begin to upset you on your wedding day. If both you and my granddaughter are content then so am I,” She said after a moment, picking her glass back up and raising it to her lips.

“We are,” Tywin said casually, all annoyance gone from his voice. The matriarch and the patriarch both began to look around, giving each other a knowing glance.

Time to continue the rounds.

“Have a good evening, Olenna,” he voiced, giving her a nod.

“Thank you, Tywin. I’m certain that you will,” she teased, making an obvious insinuation about the upcoming bedding ceremony. He scoffed, allowing a small chuckle before heading off.

She certainly wasn’t wrong.

Tywin found himself approaching his two sons, Tyrion with a cup in hand just as he always was. Though, he wasn’t drunk yet, and that was new.

“Boys,” Tywin greeted, watching both of them turn their heads with a certain degree of surprise. Was something wrong?

“Father,” Tyrion replied, setting his cup down and wiping his mouth. Jaime merely gave a nod.

“Where is your wife?” He questioned, not seeing Rosalin anywhere.

“Spending time with her beloved father, I believe. He’s supposedly enjoyed the wedding a great deal,” Tyrion said, receiving a deep glare from his older brother.

“What?” Tywin questioned, sensing that something must’ve happened due to the obvious sarcasm.

“Nothing. The ceremony was beautiful, father,” Jaime said rather quickly, giving as genuine a smile as he possibly could in an effort to distract Tywin.

“Yes, it was, and so was your lovely bride. Her dress was rather fitting for a Tyrell marrying a Lannister,” Tyrion added, feeling odd in knowing that everything that had come out of his mouth was 100% serious. Not making sarcastic and crude comments in conversation with his father actually made him somewhat uncomfortable, he discovered.

“She does look beautiful, just as always,” Tywin commented, looking around and finding you in your stunning gown within an instant. You were speaking with Loras and Margaery, and he knew you were telling a story simply because of how animated you were.

His sons observed the fondness in his eyes, and though it was slightly awkward, it also brought them a great deal of joy to see their father so content and relaxed for once.

Jaime opened his mouth to say something, but then caught Tommen’s gaze. The king motioned for his Uncle to come over, and he did so without a second thought.

Tywin scoffed as he left, shaking his head. He would never forgive Aerys for naming his heir to the kingsguard. Though, as he looked at Tyrion, he had a strange feeling that perhaps giving him Casterly Rock might not be so horrible after all.

He had done his duties by marrying and producing a child, not to mention, he certainly had a far better political mind than Jaime. It was as Genna had once told Tywin: Tyrion was the most like him.

And unlike then, that thought did not upset him so much. It seemed his youngest child was finally becoming less of a drunkard and accepting more responsibility.

Now, that wasn’t to say it was anywhere near enough for Tywin, but it was at the very least improving.

“You really love her, don’t you, father?” Tyrion questioned after a moment, Tywin’s eyes still unable to break away from you.

“Yes, I do.”

Tyrion paused, not entirely sure what to say in response. He swallowed before continuing.

“I’m happy for you, truly. You’re at ease with her, I can tell.”

“She reasons with me. She balances me. It’s been decades since anybody has done that, and I’ve missed it. (Y/N) reminded me how to live,” he noted, finally looking down at his son.

“Do you- do you still miss Mother?” He questioned carefully, not wanting to upset the Old Lion. Tywin instantly nodded, not even taking a second to contemplate.

“Your mother shares a lot of similarities with (Y/N), but also many differences. One of them being that she was a mother. Watching her with Jaime and Cersei had filled me with so much joy at the time. We were traditional. (Y/N) is anything but,” he explained, looking away in his moment of vulnerability. Tyrion hung onto each word, having never had such a discussion with his father before.

“I was surprised to hear that you were going to marry, I wouldn’t have taken her for a woman that might’ve piqued your interest. For a long time I assumed the two of you were merely sleeping together, and though I might’ve questioned her a bit I certainly didn’t question you. I never thought it was… well, love,” Tyrion admitted, unable to resist the chance to make his father glare. No matter how ‘lord-like’ Tyrion became, the snide comments would never disappear. He thanked the gods for that, even if his father did not.

“I would never have bedded her if I didn’t intend to marry her at some point, it would’ve been bad form. It was never about mere physical attraction, she’s always been beautiful, but if you can recall, we hated one another for quite some time. She was sharp and witty enough to capture my attention, and simultaneously challenging and difficult enough to keep it. I began to respect her, and over time our political discussions became personal. From there we became civil, then friends, and eventually we ended up here,” Tywin explained, a certain emphasis on friends as if somehow that was more embarrassing than bedding a woman. To him, it was. For a man to crave romantic companionship was one thing, but simply wanting enjoyable company seemed mundane and unnecessary. Even so, he had wanted your company, just as you had wanted his.

“I see. Well, no matter how your feelings came about, I’m happy for you all the same. You’re much luckier than most men,” Tyrion said with a sigh, physically forcing himself to avoid drinking more. Tywin was about to say something, but was interrupted by the distinct chirps of a mockingbird. Instantly, both Tywin and Tyrion turned, finding Petyr Baelish standing before them.

“Lord Tywin, Lord Tyrion. Forgive me for interrupting, but I’m afraid there’s something you must know, my Lord,” Baelish said, looking at Tywin rather intently.

“Yes?”

“It’s about Walder Frey, my lord.”

Tywin felt his blood run hot instantly, even despite the fact that he had no clue what had happened. Tyrion had made a comment about it, and now Baelish was coming to him. Walder Frey had obviously crossed some sort of boundary, and Tywin had no doubt people had discovered that rather quickly.

“What happened?”

Tywin’s voice was like pure ice, despite the fire in his eyes. Baelish might’ve faltered if not for the fact that this sort of drama was the kind he thrived off of.

“I regret to inform you that he’s been heard making some rather unfortunate comments about your bride. He noted, both rather drunkenly and loudly, that it’s fortunate she did not marry his son and he has no sons old enough to marry her, for she has- she has probably already been damaged by you,” Littlefinger explained, feigning his sadness as he did. Truthfully, there were very few lords and ladies in Kings Landing who did not at the very least believe that you and Tywin were sleeping together. Most of them, of course, knew for a fact that you were.

Nonetheless, to voice it aloud was to question your honor and ‘purity’, neither of which Tywin cared for, but felt obligated to defend anyways. Nobody, especially not Walder Frey of all people, would insult his wife.

More than anything—for he knew the statements would not bother you—confronting Walder Frey was an act of embarrassment. He would be put in his place, and that was what mattered.

Tywin clenched his fists together, eyebrows furrowed with a passionate rage as he took quick, commanding steps toward the table he knew Walder Frey would be sitting at.

To see Tywin Lannister storming by meant that something was about to happen, and all the nobles began to quiet down as they realized that fact. And as he reached the head of House Frey, it was so silent one could’ve heard a pin drop.

“You would do well to refrain from speaking about my wife in such a manner, and to remember that your invitation was a courtesy, you don’t have any given right to be here,” Tywin scowled, voice low and threatening as he planted his hands on the table before Walder Frey and leaned over him. Though the old man tried not to, he had already begun to exhibit signs of fear.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re referring to, my lord,” Lord Walder replied, taking as relaxed a sip of wine as he could. Only Tywin could see the slight trembling in his hand, though he did not care to look for very long as he violently grabbed the chalice from his hand and slammed it onto the table, some of it spilling in the meantime.

“Allow me to remind you. You expressed, rather loudly, joy at the fact that your own family members had not had the opportunity to marry my wife as it was originally intended, and while doing so, insinuated disgusting things and insulted Lady Tyrell’s honor,” Tywin said, anger rising as his jaw set in and his volume continually rose. Everyone was watching, and realizing why it had gotten so quiet, you were trying your best to push through the crowd of people watching and stop Tywin before he said something that might cause a conflict.

“Let me make it abundantly clear that your statement is a gross falsehood, and that Lady Tyrell has in no way been damaged. Even if she had been, no foul, sluggish, and stupid son of yours deserves such a wife. And, understand that if you should ever feel brave enough to insinuate anything about my wife ever again, I’d be more than happy to-“

“Tywin!”

—————

I finally reached him, placing my hands on his back and interrupting him before he could land the final blow of his insults.

Though I was certain everyone present had been astounded to see Tywin’s unleashed ferocity as he had absolutely degraded Walder Frey, I knew that if he’d managed to finish his threat, it would make relations between House Frey and House Lannister irreparable until both of their patriarchs were buried.

“Tywin please, leave him be,” I whispered, not loud enough to allow anybody else to hear. I pulled his shoulders back gently, and he relented rather easily, standing tall and glaring at Walder Frey for a moment more before fixing his eyes on me.

“I will not allow anyone to insult you, especially not him,” he muttered through a clenched jaw, ignoring the whispers that had begun to sprout among the crowd. I heard someone say ‘he’s gone white’ and I realized they were correct when I saw the look of terror on Lord Walder’s face.

“I know, Tywin, I understand. But he’s not worth it, and you’ve made your point rest assured. Dinner is about to be served, let’s just sit down and enjoy it, hm?” I suggested softly, still not letting anybody else hear what I was telling him. I had my hands placed affectionately on his shoulder and chest, and as he glared at Walder Frey one last time, his hands cupped over mine.

Tywin finally nodded, letting me take his arm as we made our way over to the main table and sat down, not minding the shocked looks on people’s faces. Walder Frey had been sufficiently embarrassed, that much was clear.

Realizing it was time for the feast though, people began to spread out and sit down in excited anticipation, and chatter continued on. I looked over at Tywin once there was enough distraction and allowed myself to smile.

“You didn’t have to lie, you know.”

“About what?”

“About me being ‘undamaged’.”

“Well, it’s the truth. Every time I bed you I’m always the one who ends up tired and aching.”

I laughed rather loudly, smacking his arm and covering my mouth. Several people had looked over at the sound, and wore an awkward look on their faces when they saw me trying to contain my laughter and Tywin smiling rather brightly.

“You shouldn’t say things like that!” I scolded playfully, leaning toward him and shaking my head. He smirked at me, drinking from his cup.

“Well I did.”

The food was brought out and placed before us, and Tywin and I continued to chat lightheartedly as we ate.

“I saw you were having quite the conversation with my grandmother, what was that about?” I questioned, taking a bite and looking over at him.

“Multiple things. Though I was laughing when she told me stories of your childhood,” he revealed, making me sigh and flush with embarrassment. I wasn’t even entirely sure I wanted to know.

“She told me of the time you poured essence of nightshade in the maester’s cup to avoid your lessons so you could go riding with Ser Elias, just to get bucked from your horse and need the maester’s assistance,” he said, watching me groan with a cheeky smile on his face. I knew he must’ve been reveling in the fact I’d always been a mischievous child. Not to say that I didn’t devote myself to my studies, as I had usually enjoyed them, but what child does not wish to spend a day or two doing otherwise?

“And what else did she say?”

“That for about a year or so before you began training with real men, you would paint my face on your dummies.”

I turned to him, unable to hide my shock at the fact that my grandmother had told him such a thing. It was truthful, I had done it, but in all honesty I’d never even known she was aware. Tywin seemed rather amused by this, however.

“Yes, I did do that. It’s been so long since I’ve fought anything but real men I nearly forgot. It was quite satisfying to see your hideous face when I stabbed you,” I teased, watching him raise a challenging eyebrow.

“My hideous face?”

“You’re rather handsome, Tywin, but that caricature was most definitely not. I never spent much time devoting myself to art and needlework, as you can imagine,” I explained, laughing as he realized what I’d meant.

“I would’ve liked to see the look on your face if you’d known that in 14 years you’d be marrying me,” he said, chuckling and reaching for my hand under the table. I took it, giving it a squeeze and leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“I would’ve killed myself. Thankfully, it seems everything worked out for us.”

“Yes, it certainly has.”

After dinner was finished, the pie was served for dessert and my father gave his speech. I found myself wondering if he was glad to be giving one for a child that wasn’t Margaery. After that of course, the music picked up again in a way that suggested Tywin and I ought to dance.

Tywin stood from his chair, reaching a hand out to me with the gentlest of looks on his face.

“Will you dance with me, wife?”

I smiled, instantly taking his hand and rising from my own seat. People had begun to quiet down in preparation, and I reflected that Tywin and I had come quite far since the last time we’d danced together.

We made our way onto the floor, positioning our hands appropriately and beginning to move to the music. Just as they had been at Joffrey’s wedding, everyone was utterly captivated.

“Do you think people will ever stop staring?” I asked quietly, not feeling compelled to bother looking at them. There was no reason to feel awkward now, we were married.

“No, I don’t imagine they will.”

I smiled, moving closer to him as we began to float across the floor. There was something almost magical about dancing with Tywin, something that I’d never quite get used to. He was so confident, and so stoic that it made us look quite graceful.

As we danced, I found myself getting lost in his eyes. They’d always been the prettiest color, nearly teal, and I often found myself trying to decide whether or not they were really blue, for sometimes they looked green or even grey depending on the light.

“What are you thinking about?” Tywin whispered, noticing the contemplative look on my face.

“Merely how pretty your eyes are,” I replied softly, beginning to feel emotional for some strange reason. I was not an overly sentimental person, but being held in Tywin’s arms this way and knowing that he was my husband was certainly having quite the effect.

“Yours are far prettier,” he complimented, kissing my forehead despite everyone’s prying eyes. As I felt his stubble brush against my face, I felt my throat begin to close up as my love for him became overwhelming.

A few, subtle tears began to slip from my eyes, and Tywin noticed instantly. He did not have to ask me what was wrong, for he already knew that nothing was. Rather, he understood that I was crying because everything was right.

Sweetly, he lifted his hand to my face and wiped his thumb across my wet cheeks. My lip had begun to quiver, and so he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“Don’t cry, my dear. All is well.”

I took a deep breath, nodding and attempting to pull myself together. To show emotion at a wedding was not uncommon, but to show too much would be questionable. Or at the very least odd.

“I love you so much, Tywin,” I whispered before being twirled, coming back to him quite eagerly.

“I love you more than anything on earth, (Y/N). To finally, officially, make you my wife is the most joyous thing that has happened to me since the twins were born,” he said, holding my eye contact and still managing to recite the steps perfectly. Not that this was any difficult task for me, but plenty of the partners I’d danced with before seemed to be incapable of focusing whilst having a conversation.

“This is the happiest anything has ever made me,” I expressed, giving his hand a squeeze. He only smiled, twirling me once more before the song ended.

People clapped quite passionately, and I couldn’t help the grin on my face when they did. The thought of the entire day being dedicated to our marriage was somehow wonderful, and I doubted there was anything that could stop making me smile.

“Time for the bedding ceremony!”

The yell had come somewhere from the crowd, but upon hearing it, I could see if everyone’s eyes a single motive: to rush towards Tywin and I.

And among the men, I could see the hunger in their eyes, the excitement, and it made my stomach drop. Something that I had thought would be no problem at all suddenly made me want to cry and flee, absolute panic beginning to take over.

Tywin, in the split second that people were beginning to rise from their seats, looked over at me and seemingly understood the look in my eyes. He understood that I was no longer relaxed, and that I was genuinely afraid now.

“All of you sit down. There will be no bedding ceremony!” He shouted rather loudly, stepping in front of me and taking a protective stance. Tywin was glaring daggers at all the men in the room, challenging them to keep moving closer.

“If any of you dare to lay a hand on my wife it’ll be the last thing you do. Now move aside, we intend to retire for the night,” he announced, offering me his arm and watching everyone clear a path with a sort of nervous fear.

Tywin glanced down at me to make sure I was alright, and when I gave him a reassuring nod we began to walk, heading for the tower of the hand. Being free of the crowd was lovely, and as we made our way through the red keep it was oddly quiet. Despite the slight clanking behind us, which was of course coming from the Lannister guards escorting us.

“Thank you, Tywin. I thought I would be fine with it, but-“

“No need to thank me, my dear. I saw the look on your face when they tried to advance, and the last thing I ever want is for you to feel unsafe. Over a year ago I promised to always protect you, and I meant it,” he assured me, our voices low as to exclude the men following a good three feet behind.

When we reached the tower of the hand, Tywin ordered the guards to stop following us before picking me up and carrying me up the stairs. I was astounded, of course, telling him he ought to put me down. He merely shook his head, and I soon realized that it truly was of no difficulty for him.

When we reached his chambers, he finally set me down, taking a deep breath and then offering me his arm once more. He was being quite the gentleman tonight, and it reminded me just how happy I was to be marrying him.

His personal guards had let us in, closing and locking the doors behind us. It was nice to be in his chambers, which I’d spent so much time in I preferred them to my own.

Leisurely, we made our way through the courtyard and reached his bedroom, stopping just before the door. I furrowed my eyebrows with confusion when Tywin did not open it, and looked up at him to figure out what was wrong.

“Tywin?”

He gazed down at me affectionately, licking his lips in preparation before speaking. He reached for both of my hands now, taking them in his.

“(Y/N), the moment we step in there my head is going to cloud with lust, so before we do, I’d like to say something,” he noted, looking down at the floor for a moment before finding my eyes again. He wore a look of utmost honesty, and I nodded to let him know I was ready.

“I am so grateful to be your husband. I am so grateful to be the man you decided to give your love to, especially because for so long you felt quite contrary. There is no other woman in all seven kingdoms who could have managed to captivate me the way that you did. The way you do. You’re smarter than anyone I’ve ever met, not to mention witty and charming. You’ve helped me to see clearly for the first time in decades, and I am quite grateful for that too. What I am trying to say, (Y/N), is that saving your life at the Battle of Blackwater was the best choice I have ever made,” he said, not smiling but instead trembling as he said it. Tywin pressed my hands to his chest, and ever so faintly I could feel the pounding of his heart. Tears had begun to fill my eyes, but seeing that he intended to continue I remained silent.

“I remember quite vividly seeing you fighting that man on the beach. I remember watching him grab you, and for a brief moment I had turned away because I hadn’t fully processed that it was you. When I realized, I looked back and heard you scream. For a- for a moment, I wondered if perhaps I ought to let you die. But for some inexplicable reason, I felt an urge inside me telling me to go help you. The truth was, I hadn’t even considered the implications of you dying, and even once I had I realized if I’d truly not cared it wouldn’t have mattered whether or not you’d lived, Margaery would still have married Joffrey. In any case, I went to help you, and though I could have just let it rest when you’d passed out, I didn’t. Perhaps the gods had given me a chance, a fleeting urge that would push me towards salvation. And in retrospect, I understand that whatever made me feel the need to rescue you might’ve led to the best decision I’ve ever made.”

Tywin had been rambling, face full of expressions as he recounted the night that had likely bound us together forever. It was interesting to learn what had gone through his head at the time. He’d never told me any of this before. I had never known that he had considered not doing it and helped me anyways. I had never known that it was an urge, not a political decision.

Though he would not say it, I knew what he was insinuating. Whatever had made him come back for me was fate. It was our destiny.

“I love you, Tywin,” I whispered, cupping his face. He stared at me in contemplative silence for a moment, and then kissed me.

“I love you so much, my dear.”

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Random Matthew Lillard Smut/fluff

Today is the day I am going to meet my favorite celebrity. | can't wait to see this grown man. All of his work is impeccable. My favorite is when he played a secret serial killer. Ghostface. Scream is my favorite horror film. Stu Matcher. One of the best Ghostface in the series. He made a great William Afton. Matthew Lillard is by far my favorite male actor. The people in line before me waiting to meet the wonderful person started to quiet down. He must have arrived.

"Hey everyone, I want the ones who are disabled or somehow on the spectrum to make their way to the front of the line"

Matthew himself hollered. I saw a few people shift and move to the front of the line with nervous jitters.

He truly is amazing. What a kind thing to do. I was in two other lines before, and they did not do that. The line moved somewhat quickly but, he tried his best to spend time with each person but, the staff continued to rush him. The closer I got to him I could tell he was getting increasingly frustrated. It was not with his fans but with the convention workers.

"Next in line please.” A blonde angry looking woman said.

I was almost at the front of the line. There were two people in front of me still. I was almost able to get an autograph and picture with him. So very close.

"You know what, I need a break right now. I am getting very upset." I heard him say to a different staff member.

"Alright everyone, Mr. Lillard is going to take a break. He will resume in an hour. sorry for the inconvenience." A parade of fans sighed. some of them got angry and stormed off. I, however, stayed put. The two people in front of me also stepped out of line. Making me the first person for when he returns. I did not want to wait another hour in line again if I could avoid it. I sat on the floor and took out my phone to play on it while I waited. I opened Tumblr and decided to read some of the fanfic others have written about him.

Twenty minutes passed by and as I moved on to the next little story about him, I noticed it was a more explicit writing. I loved reading the smut about him. I managed to get through most of it and had gotten to the words,

"And he growled and moaned into my ear as he thrusted into me harder as he filled me with his cum.” As someone cleared their throat behind me. Great, this is slightly awkward. I locked my phone and set it on my lap.

I looked behind me and followed the tall figure up to the head of the person behind me and my jaw dropped open. It was him. Matthew Lillard. Shit. How long was he standing there? I started to feel my cheeks get warm. I am so embarrassed.

"That looked like an interesting read." He said and smiled down at me. I don't think I can even form words right now.

"I especially liked the ending." He chuckled. I smiled a little. I stood up and put my phone in my back pocket.

"I couldn't be more embarrassed. Hey, my name is y/n." I smiled at him still blushing like a mad person.

"Nice to meet you. Why don't you come sit over here at the table with me." He said.

I followed him over to the table.

"Is this allowed I don't want to get you into any trouble. I also don't want to impose or ruin your break." I said. I really do not want to take up his time to relax or embarrass myself more than I already have.

"Don't worry. It’s fine. I have another forty minutes of free time and if I want to spend it with a friend I will." He said. Damn it! I was able to get my blushing under control finally and now I am blushing again. For being in my twenties my reactions don't act like it.

"So, what is your favorite movie? " He asked.

"Overall? Or something you were in?" I questioned. He gave me a big smile.

"Overall." He kept the same smile on his face.

"Okay I would say my favorite is a rom-com. 50 first dates. I think Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore make the best on screen couple even if the movie over all is incredibly cheesy. Now, my favorite horror movie would be Scream." I said proud of my answer.

"That is a pretty good movie. Now, you don't have to throw the scream movie out there to boost my ego." He laughed a little.

"Oh, I mean it. It's a good movie." I smiled at him. “I am sure you know that though. You happen to be my favorite actor.” I said sheepishly. He blushed a little.

“Now you really are trying to boost my ego, aren’t you? No need to do that. I mean it’s nice but, you don’t have to.” He said with a smile.

“I mean it’s the main reason I came to comic con this year. I was not going to if I did not think it was going to be worth it. Meeting you definitely made it worth it. I bought the tickets so last minute that I didn’t think I would get a chance to buy the photos with you. Sorry. I will try to calm down the super fan thing.” I said, trying to calm down the excitement. He just laughed lightly and tried to hide his blush, but it crept onto his cheeks.

“Mr. Lillard, is this fan bothering you? Also, it’s only about five minutes until the signings and photos start back up.” The blonde angry looking lady said.

“No, they are fine. They are not bothering me. That is quite all right thank you for the five-minute warning.” he said, smiling at her and she walked off. “It’s really all right. It happens by the way. I’m kind of used to it. Eventually the shock of it will wear off. I’m just like you in many ways, I’m sure. Just a different job is all.” He said. I’m sure he is trying to ease my comfort but, that doesn’t help at all.

“I don’t mean to pry but, are you feeling all right? It almost seemed like you were a bit frustrated which kind of sprang on the need for a break.” I said almost mumbling the last part.

“Definitely a little frustrated. I don’t like to be rushed when meeting fans. You all paid a lot to do the autographs and photos and rushing it really is wrong. I don’t like it when the staff pushes people to rush. It’s also how people get hurt and I really don’t want that.” He said. “Time flies though when you have someone nice to talk to. Even if they are fanning over you. Mind if I ask how old you are?” He questioned me.

“I am twenty-five. I guess I'm still technically in my prime but, you know how life goes. I don’t exactly act like it.” I smiled. “Maybe I should get out of your hair. You are going to get busy again. I am feeling a little selfish right now because I definitely got more time than I should have with you.” I smiled.

“Well, wait. You also were in line for everything what did you want me to sign?”

“Oh, I was going to have you sign on my arm if that’s okay?” I don’t want to creep him out but, I want to get it tattooed.

“Are you planning to tattoo it?” He asked. Damn I know I am not the only one to think of it, but I don’t want him to say no. I also don’t want to lie to him either. I nodded my head and he smiled at me again.

“Alright. That’s definitely some pressure then. I cannot mess it up.” He laughed louder. I held out my left arm and he started to look at the other tattoos on it.

“Where did you want it?” He asked.

“Right next to the semi-colon.” I smiled at him. He grabbed my arm and started to sign his name, so it was facing me. Once he finished signing his name, he stepped away from me.

“And your picture?” He said. I pulled my phone out and pulled my camera up.

‘Here let me see if you don’t mind.” He said holding out his hand to grab my phone. I let him have my phone and he started to take photos of us. He took like ten photos of the two of us and handed my phone back. I put my phone into my back pocket to make sure I didn’t lose it.

“It was really nice talking to you today. Thank you for keeping me company. I appreciate it.” He said and pulled me in for a hug. I gave him a hug and pulled away.

Oh, my goodness it was that amazing. Best day ever. I waved goodbye and walked off as I saw a bunch of people start lining up again for autographs and photos.

I spent the next two hours going through the convention and buying some stuff from the vendors. After that I felt pretty tired and I had paid to stay in the hotel across the street. The Hyatt was a pretty nice hotel and subway was next to it but, there was also a bar within walking distance. I started to make my way to the hotel and went to check in at the front desk.

I handed my card over to the receptionist and she verified that it was me and handed over my key card. I went up to my room 304 and opened the door. I stepped inside to the first hotel room I rented by myself. It was beautiful. It had a king bed. A beautiful white plush duvet and fluffy pillows on the bed. A nice flat screen TV on a dresser and lamps that hung off the wall. It was beautiful. I walked over to the bed and plopped down on it. I know my house is only 30 miles away but, this was a great idea. I love a stay cation. I just laid on the bed ignoring the world for twenty minutes before finally taking my phone out of my pocket and opening up the gallery. I started to flip through the pictures from today and after a few minutes got to the ones Matthew took of the two of us. He was so tall. So very handsome. He still looked similar to when he was working on five nights at Freddy’s. The black hair, his salt and pepper beard. The mustache. It was all there. He looked like he was muscular. The hug only confirmed how he has the perfect amount of muscle but wasn’t ridiculous. He didn’t have abs but he doesn’t need them. He is perfect the way he is. Fuck me. I push myself off of the mattress and stand back up. I open my backpack and pull out a couple of outfits. What do I want to wear tonight?

My options are a black skinny Jeans and a crop top. Or shorts and a t-shirt. Both go great with my tennis shoes. I have two extra pairs of socks and some boots in my bag as well. That was fun taking this through the security check. I’ll decide later. I am just going to shower really quick and rinse off and then I’ll get ready to go grab something to eat.

I pull my hair tie off my wrist and put my hair up. I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I made sure to put it on hot water and grabbed the wash rag the hotel provided and the body wash. I got undressed and stepped inside of the shower. I started to wash myself and then I remembered about his autograph on my arm. Shit. Shit. Shit. No. God damn it. No!

I looked next to my semi colon and half of it was already washed off. Fuck me. That really sucks. I meant to not get that part wet and I messed it up. How fucking dumb of me. I finished up the shower with tears rolling down my cheeks. That fucking sucks. I mean I still have the memory of today but, that won’t last forever. The tattoo was going to last forever.

I guess it will be fine. I got put of the shower and dried off. I went back over to the bed and reached for the t-shirt and shorts. I put on a new pair of socks and put my shoes on. I took the hair tie out of my hair and shook it out. My curls came back to life. I hated makeup so I opted to not wear any tonight. I think I look better without it anyway. I grabbed my phone off of the bed and slid it into my back pocket and grabbed my wallet and slid that into my other back pocket. Alright time to go to the bar. I need a drink after washing off the autograph like an idiot.

I made my way out of the hotel and walked a block away to the bar. Once I walked in I heard the music faintly in the background. It was I want to rock and roll all night by kiss. I could karaoke to this song if I was drunk enough. I made my way over to the bar and sat down on a stool. I waited for the bartender to make their way over to me.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone poked me on my right shoulder and gestured to the right of me.

“Not at all.” I said. He was handsome. He was pale and slender. Had blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He looked like he was around my age.

“My name is Daniel. Can I buy you a drink?” He said.

“Hey I’m y/n and I don’t see why not.” I said with a smile. He gestured to have the bartender come over.

“I would like a vodka soda and she would like-“ He motioned to me.

“I would like a whiskey please.” I said and Daniel looked at me with a smile. The bartender nodded and walked off to make us our drinks.

“Wow a strong drink and not a mixed drink. That’s pretty hot. I’m not going to lie to you.” I smiled at his comment.

“Thank you. I like my drinks strong. Helps get rid of any mistakes I might make or have made.” I said as my drink was handed to me by the bartender. Daniel handed the bartender his card and quickly paid for the drinks.

“Hey do you mind if I sit next to you?” I heard someone say. There is a familiarity to this person’s voice.

“Yeah sure.” I said again refocusing my attention to Daniel.

“You here by yourself tonight?” He asked me. I don’t want to say yes. He seems nice but, I don’t get a great feeling from him.

“No my friend is just in the bathroom. She should be here any moment with her boyfriend and his friend.” I said.

“Oh so like a double date?” He asked.

“Yeah I guess you could say that.

“Oh okay, well I will get out of your hair then. Sorry.” He said. I smiled as he made his way away from me.

I drank the rest of the whiskey and was getting ready to flag the bartender over but the person on my left flagged them down and ordered a bourbon.

"Do you mind topping off this young woman's drink.” He added and pointed to me.

"Oh thank you for doing that I could have done that. " I said and finally looked at who sat next to me. It took a minute for my brain to register that it was Matthew Lillard.

"Decided against getting it tattooed huh?" He said with a slight smile.

"No, believe me I was upset when I realized I forgot that it was there and half of it was gone already. I was going to try and go back to your panel tomorrow to see if you could autograph it again." I said and looked down at my wrist.

"Well here." He grabbed my wrist and pulled a marker out of his pocket and signed next to my semi colon again. He added a small heart next to it and that made me smile big. My cheeks got red as I started to blush.

"I knew that was gonna make you blush!" He laughed and I grabbed my face in an attempt to hide my cheeks.

"Stop it. I never blush and today I just can’t stop. I only ever blush if I think someone is extremely attractive.” I threw that in there to see if he would also blush and it worked. He was blushing and it was really cute to see. I pulled my hands away from my face.

"Now we are even!" I smiled at him. The bartender came back and handed us our drinks. I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out my card. I started to hand it to the bartender but Matthew pushed my hand down and offered the bartender his card.

"Absolutely not. Let me pay. Including your drink." I said.

"No way. I don't mind buying. You have managed to make what was going to be a rather frustrating day to a good day. This is my way of thanking you.” He smiled saying every word.

"Well, thank you. Have you eaten dinner yet?" I asked. I really hope he says no. I would like to eat up my time with him,

"I have not. I don't know what's around here outside of the subway next to my hotel." He said and I couldn't hide my blush or smile. "Well that and it's hard to enjoy a night out without people stopping and asking to take a picture with me." He added.

"Well it might be a little forward of me but, if your open to it maybe we could order something and hang out at my hotel." I immediately felt like a creep. "I'm sorry I just thought that it would be private so you wouldn't have to deal with everyone else. I understand how creepy I must sound. I am really sorry.” I said and started to drink my whiskey again.

"I actually would like that. That is if it's still an option." He said downing the rest of his drink. I sat therein shock. He said yes. Did I leave anything embarrassing out? I don't think I did.

“Yeah let's go then. But, I get to pay for dinner." I said and saw him smile. I stood up and put my wallet in my pocket and double checked that my phone was still in my pocket. I made my way out of the bar with him following me. He stepped to the side of me and walked in tandem with me.

"What did you want to eat?" He asked me.

"I am up for anything what would you like to eat?" I asked.

"I could also go for anything. Subway is right there we can go order really quick and take it there.” He offered.

"Sure." I said and walked with him into subway. As we heard the chimes from he door one of the workers looked up from their phone. It was an hour until closing so it makes sense that they are not busy and have been on there phones.

"Hello what can I get started for you today?" The worker asked. He motioned for me to go first.

"I would like a six inch sub on italian herbs and cheese with pepper jack cheese toasted please." I said and she started to make the sandwich and put it in the toaster.

"And for you Sir?" She asked Matthew.

"I will just get the same thing she is getting to make it simple.” he said and she nodded.

"Are you sure? I am about to get a really bland sandwich." I mentioned.

"Yeah it will be fine." He said.

Once the toaster was done I added ham and turkey, mayonnaise and mustard and that was it. She made sure both sandwiches were made the same way and walked us down to the checkout.

"Alright did you want to add chips and a drink to your order today?" she asked.

"Yes two large drinks and two chips." I said and walked over to the chip shelves they have and grabbed some of the cool ranch doritos and looked back at him to see what he wanted and he motioned for the same chips. I turned back around to grab the chips when I heard her ask him if it was going to be cash or card and he responded with card. When I turned around I quickly moved to his side and bumped him out of the way lightly. I pulled out my wallet and grabbed my card and used the tap to pay and put my card away. Matthew sighed and put his card back in his wallet. He grabbed the sandwich bag with our chips and I grabbed the cups.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked him. He looked over his options for a moment.

"A sprite is fine.” He said.

I filled up both of our cups with ice and sprite and we headed out of the store. I walked him to the hotel next door and walked over to the elevator. He followed behind me.

"This is your hotel?" he asked while looking at me.

"yes it is why?” I asked.

"This is also my hotel for the next couple of nights." He said.

"That is pretty cool. At least when you get sick of hanging out with me it won't be a long walk to your hotel." I smiled.

"I am sure I won't get sick of you.” He added.

Well shit. That made me blush again. I hope he doesn't ditch me too soon. If I am Iucky he won't ditch me at all tonight. Once the elevator doors open up on the third floor I walk us over to my door. He grabbed one of the drinks from my hand in order to help me free up my hands to get my key card. I got my wallet out of my back pocket and opened it up and grabbed my key card. I tapped it on the door and it unlocked. I stepped into the room holding the door open for him.

“Wow. It’s nice in your room. I mean it's nice in mine too but, I guess I just expect it to be different some how and it's not." He said. I giggled at his observation and sat on the bed and sat the drink on the end table. I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. I flipped through the channels on the TV until I found a movie. It was Blended. Another good Adam Sandler movie.

“Is this okay?” I asked him.

“Yeah that’s a good movie. I have seem it many times and it makes me laugh every time.” He said still standing up. I pat the bed next to me as an indication to come sit down and he moved to that side of the bed and set his drink down on that end table. He sat the bag of food next to me and sat on the bed. He bent over and undid his shoes and then moved to lean against the headboard and propped his feet up on the bed. I grabbed the bag and handed him a sandwich. I pulled out my sandwich and opened it up. I took a bite and realized that maybe eating subway was a bad idea. I wrapped the sandwich up and put it on the end table. I took a drink and moved the chips to the end table too. A few minutes into the movie he was rolling his sandwich paper into a ball and threw it towards the garbage. He managed to make it in but, left the chips on the end table. He took a drink of his soda and put it back on the end table. He moved a little closer to the middle of the bed which meant he was closer to me. I took another drink myself and set it back down. I readjusted myself closer to the middle of the bed without trying to touch him.

“Was your day good at least?” He asked me.

“Yeah it was actually pretty good. It’s actually been my first relaxing day in a while.” I said.

“Well that’s good. If this was your relaxing day what is a normal day for you?” He asked looking at me.

“Well I’m a accounting major so I am mainly in the books as a full time job and on my free time I’m an author. I switch between writing romance books and fanfiction if I’m truly bored or need something to get rid of the writers block.” I said and smiled.

“Well your day job sounds a bit boring and hard and if you write for fun in your free time does that mean you have something published? Even if fanfiction is your answer that technically counts.” He said chuckling towards the tail end of that.

“I just published my first book a month ago. I haven’t advertised it the way I should. I am supposed to start advertising it this week during one of my days off. But, I am a bit nervous because I used a lot of real life inspiration behind it. Which means it can go one of two ways with the public. My day job is not boring it’s just not for everyone I suppose. I’m a numbers person. I enjoy doing mathematical stuff all day. It’s actually a bit relaxing for me.” I said.

“Wow, a nerd at heart then. You don’t find that a lot these days.” He said with a big smile on his face.

“I love being a nerd. It’s my favorite. I mean don’t get me wrong if I’m not working or writing, I’m reading or playing games. I prefer board games and card games over video games but, some times I play those too. Or I crochet. Which has become another favorite past time. I’m sorry I babble a lot.” I say now looking towards my hands.

“It’s really okay. It’s nice to hear that you not entirely crazy. You know liking math is something that makes you crazy. Everything else makes you human. Well I mean the fanfiction is questionable. Depends on what you write about.” He laughed a little bit.

“I mean I write it all. I have no shame about writing inappropriate things. My romance book is a dark romance. It’s full of erotic scenes. Which is why fanfiction sometimes helps me get past my writers block.” I add a little more honestly.

“So does that mean you have written about me? Or any of the characters I have played?” He asked and looked at me with a big grin. I couldn’t look at him. A smile crept onto my face and I tried to cover my face quickly but he saw me blush right away.

“You have written about me.” He started to laugh a little harder. “Okay, now was it me or a character or yes like all of the above?” He asked and I felt my cheeks get even more red. “Oh its been all of them. Can I read one? Or even two? Please? I just want to see what your writing style is like.” He said and my jaw dropped and I let my hands fall from my face.

“Oh absolutely not. I may enjoy writing it but, I could never imagine you reading something I wrote. I knew there was always a chance you might see it one day but, having you read it directly next to me? I think I will pass. Absolutely not.” I said laughing through it nervously.

“Maybe you could read it to me then? Skip the parts you don’t want me to know?” He asked again this time batting his eyes.

“That would be the entire thing. No way. I would rather you read them by yourself. I couldn’t read that out loud to you.” I noted.

“Are you shy about what you wrote or is it that filthy?” He smiled a bit at me. “What character of mine do you write the most about?” I know who I have written about more than enough times to tell him but, what does that say about me? Yes Stu might be my favorite but when writing scenes it’s always William afton. Something about the depiction is the best. Do I say it? Do I not? Oh my God. I think I’m going to say it.

“If it’s not you as yourself then I guess it would be William Afton. Stu Matcher may be my favorite but writing wise it’s gotta be William Afton.” He laughed a bit at my response.

“I am already embarrassed as is. You don’t have to laugh too.” I started to laugh myself to try and hide my blush but, it fails. I shrink back into the bed and hide my face with my hands and rest my head on the pillow.

“Don’t be embarrassed everyone has their preference. But what is it about that character? Or me? Like what vibe do you get that you write about? I want to know if it’s accurate to what actually happens with me.” He asked.

“I would say with you if your talking about the dynamic and style I would say your adaptive to your person. What ever they want you want to give them. So if the person your with wants a rough ride you give it to them or if they want soft or a mix that’s what you do. Now William I see him being more of a dominating person. The man that says get on your knees and take it or I’m going to make you take it kind of person. I don’t know I guess that’s what kind of vibe I get.” I say. I stand up and take my wallet and phone out of my back pocket and set it inside the drawer of the end table. I don’t need it right now anyway. I bent down and took off my shoes while I was at it and sat back on the bed next to him. My leg brushing against his leg.

“You are so fucking tall. Your legs alone are a half a foot to a foot longer than mine.” I giggled.

“Or you are just incredibly short. What are you 5’5?” He laughed and started to focus on the TV a bit more.

“I wish I am 5’3 that two inches is much necessary for my height. It would make a difference to have an additional two inches somewhere.” I laughed and quickly realized how that must have sounded.

“Oh god that sounded awful.” I started to laugh a bit too hard at my own wording. He started to crack up and patted my leg when he started to calm down. If only he had hit my thigh a little further up. The skin contact is much wanted.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get physical with you.” He said as he pulled his hand from my leg.

“I didn’t mind one bit.” I said with a little grin on my face.

“Alright missy. Calm down now. If I don’t get to read one then I’m not trying to create one.” He said and I immediately turned red. What did he just say? If he doesn’t get to read one then he isn’t trying to create one? Uhm yes please. I don’t know if he is teasing me but, maybe I can do it back and see how far it goes.

“Oh don’t tempt me like that. I know when to stop being embarrassed and show off my writing when I’m threatened with a good time.” I smiled and looked towards the TV.

“Then let me read one if you think you can do that.” He said and smiled towards the TV. I turned towards the end table and pulled my phone out. I unlocked it and opened up my tumblr and went to my latest fanfic about him and handed him my phone. It was a William Afton based one so this should be interesting. He grabbed my phone and started to read it. He is kind of like me in the sense of how ling it takes to read something. It took a minute before I saw him scrolling down. The ending is more or less the filthy part of it. The choking, gagging, ass smacking and grabbing. The bruising every aspect of it was utter filth. I enjoyed writing it. He started to shift a little as he was reading parts of it and I am trying my best to not stare at him while he reads. I kept trying to focus on the scene on front of me when Drew Barrymores character is putting makeup on the little blonde girl. He cleared his throat next to me so I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw he was towards the bottom already. He shifted again pulling at a pant leg. Almost like a readjustment but I didn’t want to assume. I started to get antsy because I knew he was done with the one at this point but he clicked off of that and started to read a second one. This one I knew was Stu Matchers. That one was a bit darker and more sadistic in nature. That one was bound to be more of a red flag about me if anything. A few more minutes pass before I look over and this time I notice him reading one about himself that I wrote. No character needed or necessary. It was just him. Being a rough person from behind and getting more adventures. He cleared his throat again before handing me back my phone.

“I would say you definitely have a way with words. They are pretty good. I would also say you have the characters nearly spot on with what I think they would like. It’s interesting to know that I can convey it that way without having to I guess show it in that way.” He said again shifting and letting one of his legs off of the best and sitting himself further up.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit restless?” I asked him.

“Yeah I am fine. It’s just those were very detailed.” He said hiding a blush.

“Oh so are you? I mean never mind.” I started to laugh. Uh oh. I did warn him I write that sort of material so this is his own fault. I looked over and his eyes were closed and he looked like he was trying his best to subside this new feeling in the room. I looked back at the TV and thankfully it was at another funny part so I started to laugh and put my hand on his thigh. I have seen this movie plenty of times to know even though it is funny I wouldn’t actually be laughing anymore. I felt the muscle in his thigh tighten and I gave it a light squeeze and just lightly pulled my hand off of his thigh.

Once my hand left his leg he stood up. I pressed my luck to far. I knew it. Shit. He is going to bail. I should have left it as is. We were having a good time.

“Please don’t start this. Don’t actually start this. It’s been awhile for me and I’m an incredibly lonely man in that sense. I am eating up all the attention you are giving me right now and you are half of my age. I have been alone for awhile now. All of my stuff is public so I am sure you know that I am completely alone and this attention. Yeah I’m loving every part of it but, of you start and I lean into it please don’t take it back.” He said looking at me talking with his hands. I saw the veins in his neck tighten a little and he was shifting his weight between his feet almost like he was rocking himself. I stood up and got close to him. I was only an arm distance away from where he was standing and I closed the gap.

“I didn’t mean to start it but, I would really like to continue if you let me. I’m sure as hell not going to want to stop either.” I said reaching out for him. He was in a standard black t-shirt and washed our blue jeans. I started to play with the hem of his shirt while looking at the bottom of it. I wanted to try and take his shirt off of him but, before I could I felt his right hand touch my neck. He added a little force to the back of my neck and pulled me the rest of the way toward him and looked down towards me and forced my head to look up towards him. He closed the gap and leaned down and kissed me. It wasn’t something cheesy. It wasn’t magical it was full of lust and desire. Right in this moment he wanted this as badly as I did.

He let his tongue slowly glide against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth a little more for him. He deepened the kiss a little more and his left hand started to rest on my waist. I felt a little pressure coming from his left hand and realized the was trying to push me backwards towards the bed. I kept my footing and again made an attempt to take his shirt off again. This time I was more successful. He pulled away from me and pulled his shirt over his head. He reached for my shirt and pulled it off of me. He closed the gap between us again and started kissing me again pulling at the button on my shorts. He managed to get the button undone and he attempted to push them down around my hips but I stopped him. I pushed him away from me slightly and pulled my shorts off myself. while I was down there I also took off my socks. In a swift movement I fell down onto my knees and undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles and he kicked them off along with his socks.

| pulled him closer to me and slowly ran my fingers up his thigh and stopped both my hands when they got to his hips. I moved my right hand to his penis and gripped it at the base.

"You don't have to- " He started to say but. I cut him off by lightly licking the tip of his cock and circling my tongue around the head of his penis. Wrapping my lips around the head once I was done enjoying the moan it pulled from him.

"Fuck me.” He mumbled in a low moan.

That's what is egging me on right now. What an amazing sound. I wonder what sound I will get from him when I do this. I slowly move my head in a back and forth motion and finally thrust my head forward and bury his cock down my throat making me gag a little as I get to the base of his cock. I ran my tongue out past my bottom lip and lick his balls as best as I can. A growl escapes the back of his throat and a moan follows as his hands rush to the back of my head holding it there. He is by no means a small or average sized man. I just buried at least eight to nine inches down my throat.

“Fuck, fuck, okay" He said with a moan following each word. He finally released the grip from my head and reached for my arm and pulled me up towards him. He leaned down and started to kiss me again this time pushing me back into the bed.

"My turn. Crawl up to the middle of the bed.” He said in a hushed tone. I immediately shifted my weight onto my arms and pulled myself to the middle of the bed and watched him follow.

“Hand me a pillow.” He motioned for a pillow beside my head and I gave him one. He crawled between my legs and pulled my waist up and plopped the pillow under it and my ass. He got back off of the bed and laid directly in front of me on his stomach with his head between my legs. I didn’t prepare for this. I had stubble on my vagina. I was not prepared for it to have a conversation with anyone.

“Fuck you look so good.” He said. I thought I was going to swoon harder. Before I could give an honest attempt to try and stop him from dining in on my pussy he dove right in. He glided his tongue up against my labias and wrapped his lips around them biting them lightly. He repeated the motion a couple of times before running his tongue flat against my clit. I threw my head back at the feeling and a deep moan escaped from me. One I have never made before. He continued the three motions before humming against my clit and drawing circles and the alphabet on it. He bit down on my clit which felt so good I reached down and slid my fingers into his hair and held him at that spot to have him do it again.

“Oh fuck. That feels really good." I said. Talking isn’t my strong suit during sex. He hummed against my clit again and I felt his left hand leave my right thigh. He nibbled on my clit again and started to push a finger in from his left hand. Fuck. I can tell how he has barely gotten to his first knuckle. He started licking and massaging my clit more as he got to his second knuckle and another bite when he got to his third knuckle. He thrusted that finger in and out of me until I could no longer feel every detail of his finger and then he added a second and went again. I felt dangerously close to an orgasm already. He started to move the two fingers inside of me in an up and down motion against the softer part of the top of my pussy. It felt like it was on the other side of my clit. That's a new feeling.

"Fuck. Oh fuck." I said panting and moaning between each word. There is a lot of pressure building up against me right now.

"Oh god. Fuck me." I can't stop whats about to happen. It feels like waves are crashing down. I get louder with the moans and I start to fell like I soaked my bed all of a sudden. What the fuck was that?

"Fuck me that was so fucking hot.” Matthew said and crawled up so he was now hovering over me. He leaned down and started to kiss me again.

" Damn it." He said. "I don't think I have a condom." He mentioned.

"I don't have one but, I am clean and l have an IUD as birth control. I am not going to get pregnant. I'm good with this if you are.” I said and he looked at me. I can't read his expression right now.

" If not I can go back to su- " I was in the middle of my sentence when he cut me off by kissing me again. He rested his weight on his left arm and lined himself up with my vagina. He slowly started to thrust into me and the thickness of his cock started to stretch me open.

"Oh fuck." My eyes closed and my head fell further back onto the pillow.

"Fuck you are so tight around me” He moaned out.

I could feel the tip just barely get past the opening. As he thrusted further I could feel the veins on his cock. He kept going slow until I felt his balls against my ass and his head dropped down to my neck. He started to pull his cock out and when the tip felt the breeze from inside the room he thrusted himself inside the deeper and faster. He continued to be rough with me on my back.

"Wait – Please wait." I panted out.

"Can I get into a better position for this Please?" I asked. He crawled off of me and readjusted myself on all fours in front of him. I fucking love doggy style. I felt his hand lightly trace my ass before taking it off. I felt it come back down with force across it and a deep moan came out of me. He positioned himself back into me. Now resting his hands on my hips. He started to thrust forward into me but pulling my hips into him forcing his cock even deeper inside of me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out.

"Fuck you feel so damn good!" He said between thrusts. He moved his right hand to the small of my back and put his left hand into my hair and pulled me to sit up against him.

“Who am I right now in your mind darling ?" He asked holding me against him.

" You are you. Matthew." I said not really sure what he means.

"Try again" He thrusted harder into me. Moving his left hand from my hair to my throat squeezing it.

"Who are you fucking right now darling? Tell me." He said repeatedly slamming into me. His grip on my throat getting stronger. As he slams back into me his right hand snakes around the front of me and starts massaging my clit. Oh fuck he is hitting that spot again.

"Tell me." He moans into my ear nibbling it.

"William Afton." I say moaning it out. The last scene I wrote on the fanfic. I get it now.

"It got me so hard." He thrusted into me again. The feeling coming back of a wave crashing was just a thrust away.

"Lay on your back. I want to see what you look like when you squirt around my cock."

He pulled out of me and I immediately laid on my back opening my legs for him. He quickly repositioned himself again and thrusted into me and found the right spot, He started thrusting against it hard and fast and within seconds I felt my toes curl. Oh fuck. Oh god. I started to shake a little under him.

"That's it. Squirt all over my cock." He moaned into my ear and bit down on my neck.

"Oh fuck." I felt every gush leave my body.

"Oh fuck yes. I am going to cum." He moaned into my ear his pace picking up. He moaned really loud and I started to feel every drop fill me up. I had a smaller orgasm at the feeling. I grinded a little against him to get the last bit of friction I so desperately wanted.

"Oh god. That was amazing. Thank you." He said and slowly pulled himself out of me hissing as it finally felt the cold air again. I can't believe that just happened. He rolled off of me and onto his back.

I went to sit up but immediately felt sore. Fuck the button half of me hurts.

"Let me help you." He said and got up. He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a new wash cloth and wet it. He brought it back into the room and wiped up the mess he made between my legs.

"Fuck, that was cold." I said and laughed. He smiled and put the ray back in the bathroom but on the floor of the bathtub so it didn't make another mess. He walked back over to the bed and got under the covers next to me.

“Would it upset you if I stayed a little longer?" He asked.

"Not at all. Sleep here if you want. I am sleeping right here. I think you broke me so I am not moving."

"So was that what you expected?" He asked rolling on his side to face me.

"Oh it was a million times better. Best sex I have ever had. I didn't even know I was a squirter." I said and he smiled. He snaked his arm around me and pulled me up so my head was now on a pillow but even better I was cuddled up against his chest.

"Get some sleep. I am going to wake you up to get coffee in the morning and you can hang with me for the day if you want." He said.

“Sounds like its going to be another painful but wonderful day." I gave him a cheeky grin and he smiled back at me.

"Goodnight" He said

"Goodnight see you in the morning handsome." I said and saw him blush again before I fell asleep in his arms.

~Hella Cheesy I know I am Just getting back into fanfic writing give me a break Please.~

#fanfic #smut #william afton #matthew lillard #ghostface #fnaf #female reader #fluff

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muzzleroars · 3 months

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alright, i looked trough your blog and it is quite fascinating both for original parts of your narrative and how it seems specifically based off of ultrakill plot as of 6-2. with later versions will you plan to edit your AU to fit with new narrative elements or you prefer to keep it true to how it is now?

on the note of newer narrative elements, what is your interpretation for mind of hell? it really does seem that if ultrakill has a true main antagonist then it is hell itself. and with current way how it was characterized it seems to have "inherited" the world from god and is in complete control over current situation. angels are lost without gods plan and just try to make the same motions as before. humanity may have actually been ended by hell's design, even with how much the earths machines act as a force of nature hell seems to comfortably channel them like water and using for its own purposes and entertainment. so far hell restrained itself only for its wins to be more cathartic (various "uprisings" on different layers), and so far is the most in control and very distinctly from everyone else is absolutely enjoying its time

so yeah, i am really curios on your take on hell's mind in both official material and your AU since i saw only very passing mentions for it in your posts

p.s. absolutely love your art, your character designs are immaculate❤️

ooooo good questions tbh...i've definitely thought a lot about what will happen with the au as ultrakill reaches its end and what i'll do about elements obviously becoming unfit compared to the story. i think it really depends on how much it's going to be off, but i will be honest in saying i would have a tough time abandoning my ocs if official versions of michael, raphael, uriel, or lucifer are introduced! i think of course they would be well done and i would actually love to see them in canon, but i think it would cause a divergent au in that case. because i would love to explore how this au might fit into whatever becomes canon, but i've just developed the world and characters too much to leave the au behind as it is now. overall though, i just need to see how it ends and what it introduces to know where i might want to go, if i'd want to do a properly canon-divergent au when everything is said and done, or if i might just...stick with a canon-divergent from 6-2 onward. it's funny bc i actually was nervous about this just with layer 7 dropping, so i can't imagine how anxious i'll be for the last 2 layers! esp with lucifer looming in treachery - i think it's very up in the air if any of the other archangels will play a role in the game at this point, but more about lucifer is highly likely to come imo so!!! it's a big waiting game to find out!!

you're right in that i haven't done too much with hell, though i am interested in it as a character - i have considered it more with lucifer becoming much more of an element in the au, as he has spoken with it constantly and hell is sort of...in love with him, in an abstract way. it views him still as one of the most beautiful works it has, the first bright and radiant thing it had ever seen in its misery, but hell has become utterly engrossed with the cruelty of humanity. while lucifer was some celestial god that fell to it, humanity had minds much like it, and so it fell in love with them in a way it could understand. hell is always searching for more, an artist always looking for inspiration while holding lucifer as its muse. it's the capacity they connect with on the most, both great creators with god's spark in them, and admittedly, in his suffering, lucifer sometimes understood hell's work. but lucifer was secure, lucifer it had always to speak to, but increasingly it whispered the brutality of mankind, the wonderful inventions of their minds and the horrible works of their hands it began to copy. it hooked itself into the terminals they installed, and so lucifer gained all the knowledge of machines through their internal circuit. and when mankind was wiped out, hell became master in a world run by automation with all the creators gone from their servants. it has all it wants, and it indulges in testing its creations upon the machines and the husks of mankind in such tangible joy that an abstract like lucifer could not bring to it. lucifer it relates to in hatred, in his deep, abyssal loathing of the god that trapped him here, but even that is something more abstract to hell than the brutality of humanity - lucifer hates perfectly, he hates with the mind of god, and it is not met precisely by hell as hell was born into what it is.

so what then can hell feel when lucifer is released from it, when the dragon is cut down and its flesh severed from treachery's? this is really where i want to explore the relationship between lucifer and hell, what they are to each other - hell is a take on "this place loves you", but it is entirely malignant, noxious and harmful, while lucifer recognizes it as the hideous creation he fell trying to destroy, yet it is now irrevocably his home, the one entity he now knows. they are tangled up in each other, lucifer in an obvious sense but hell now cannot bear to lose its little spark of god's light. something in his beauty sustains it, it pulls at him constantly now that he's partially left it, and lucifer is stranded not knowing what decision to make. he still hears it speaking to him, esoteric fragments made up of the ambient noise of its body, but what can he do with it now? it is alive, sentient, a being put into a wretched position by god which condemns it for how antithetical it is to the fulfillment of all other creations. lucifer wanted it gone. he protested against it all those eons ago. but now he is frozen by choice, seeing it behave as some evil god yet knowing it cannot be any other way. what is fair then? to find some way to kill it? to cut off whatever constitutes its brain? to reason with it? try to change its very essence? lucifer must work through the possibilities while accepting hell, in so many ways, is the place he now wants to be. free at last, but once more full of despair. how can he kill his home and what might be his only friend? how can he reason with it, when he once tried the same with god and was struck down? how can he change it when he is just a pale shadow of what made something so monstrous in the first place? yet he fears hell will grow angry in its stasis, in running out of victims for its cruelty, and act out in retaliation

#not sure where it will end/what lucifer will decide on at this point #but i do like the idea of hell growing increasingly agitated with lucifer gone #and so while gabe and v1 are like 'we better kill it'#lucifer pops out like 'noooo!!!!!!! im working on it!!!!!!!!'#bc he doesn't really believe in condemning it for what it is #that's on GOD not hell!!!#cake answers #hell #lucifer

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crystalofmoon19 · 5 months

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I would like 2 request a Manolo x Maria bedtime fluff with optional nsfw.

A bedtime, huh? Well, I can work with that, I took certain liberties. I hope you like this one-shot of María and Manolo!

Night Of Passion - Manolo x María (The Book Of Life)

Synopsis: After a long day, the young couple was preparing to rest, until the passion of the night makes them both want to show the brand new flame of their love.

Warning: Smut below!

It had been a while since Manolo and Maria were happily married, Manolo decided to follow the path of music by becoming the musician of San Ángel and Maria had decided to take charge of the town library, but seeing how her father was already thinking about retiring; Maria wanted to take her father's place as the leader of the town and everyone was okay with that.

Although it was a great responsibility for Maria, she knew that with the help of Manolo and her loved ones it would be easier to cope with it, which is why she was reading a book about leadership and diplomacy. Shortly after, Manolo entered the room with his guitar still in his hands while Maria just smiled at him with her bright smile.

“How was the presentation tonight, Manolo? Did Pepe tune his trumpet again?” .- Maria asked jokingly while she gave Manolo a kiss on the cheek.

“You know he always does it, but the presentation was incredible, mi amor!” .- Manolo responded, kissing Maria on the cheek while he placed her guitar next to her.

“I'm glad to hear that, Manolo!”

“How was your day at the library, Maria?”

“It was simply wonderful, I discovered a lot more history about our town and I have seen that there are more people interested, especially the little girls. They want to be the heroines of our town, Manolo!” .- Maria said, happy with her progress, taking another of her books and leaving it in her place.

"I think so! They have felt inspired by you, Maria.” .- This time Manolo hugged Maria from behind her surrounding her with his arms and she hugged him back.

“You are a unique and unrepeatable woman, Maria.”

“And you are the sweetest man ever, Manolo.” .- Maria turned to where Manolo was to give him a kiss.

“Si, Manolo?” .- Said the beautiful lady, barely recovering from the previous kiss.

The young couple gave each other a sweet kiss on the lips. At first it started out as a chaste kiss, but the more they deepened their kiss, their passion increased. Maria messed up Manolo's hair and he placed his hands on her waist. He was about to kiss Maria's neck until he stopped for a moment in the heat.

"Maria?"

"Can I…?" .- Manolo let his actions speak for him as he let his lips roam temptingly along Maria's neck. Which made her lose her breath for a moment.

“Manolo, I…!”

“I know I shouldn't touch more than I should, unless you give me your permission, that's why I ask you, mi vida... Would you like to have a night of passion with me, Maria?”

Maria bit her lip thinking about what to say, she wanted to give in to her wishes but she still hesitated about what she should do, Manolo noticed the tension in his wife. He decided to stop pressuring her, so he sat her down on the bed to massage her shoulders. The last thing he wanted to do was make Maria feel nervous about this. He wanted them to enjoy it both equally.

Maria calmed down with Manolo's touch and couldn't help but let out a moan, which made her cheeks blush, but for Manolo it was music to his ears.

“What do you want, mi amor?”

“Manolo, I, I…”

Manolo's strong hands ran over Maria's shoulders and back, causing her to melt under the touch of her beloved. Resisting was becoming increasingly difficult but Maria knew that she could trust Manolo.

“Manolo, I… I love you!” .- Maria finally said, giving Manolo a kiss that he took as a sign to move forward.

“It's okay, mi amor, mi corazón!” .- Manolo began to kiss Maria's neck from behind her, to which she responded by letting out beautiful moans. Before this, the musician slowly tried to take off his wife's blouse while he touched her breasts.

“Manolo, wait!” .- Maria said out loud and Manolo immediately stopped, to which she gestured for him to leave her some space.

“I can do this by myself. Besides, you should do the same too, you're not the only one who wants to have fun tonight.” .- Maria said while she laughed and urged Manolo to take off her clothes just like her. To which he could only laugh in the same way.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Sanchéz.”

In this way, Maria took off her blouse along with her long skirt and her boots, leaving only her white underwear, Manolo, for his part, had taken off his suit and black pants along with his shoes and was only left with his boxers. Manolo faithful to his wife, decided not to see her until she told him.

“Manolo~”

"Si, Maria?”

“You can look now~” Maria said seductively and when Manolo looked at his wife with only her underwear on he couldn't help but blush and drool a little at the sight. Clearly that made him hard in his pants.

“Maria, mi amor…”

“Si, Manolo?~”

"You look so beautiful. More beautiful than ever, you look like an angel, my angel.”

With this Manolo kissed Maria again this time with much more intensity, to which she responded with the same passion, so much so that they both fell into bed. At a faster pace, Manolo began to bite Maria's neck, leaving marks and making Maria moan louder. With his strong hands, Manolo took Maria's breasts and began to caress them.

Manolo, casting a glance at Maria and obtaining her consent, slowly removed her bra, revealing María's breasts to his eyes, to which he quickly kissed Maria's right breast while the other pressed it with his hand. This made Maria moan again and spread her legs wider for Manolo who was on top of her.

Manolo sucked Maria's breast and left a small mark with his teeth. Maria, far from feeling bad, brought Manolo's head closer to her chest. Her lover, noticing this, sucked the other breast, leaving another mark while he held the other one with his hand. Maria was so pleased with this.

“Are you enjoying this, my life?” .- Manolo asked while still pampering Maria's breasts.

"Oh! I love it, Manolo! I want more!" .- Maria confessed, blushing on her cheeks, excited by the pleasure of the moment.

"More? Listen to what you want more and I will give you more!” .- Manolo said, biting Maria's chest with his teeth while his fingers caressed her clitoris over her panties. Which made Maria squeal.

“Manolo!~”

The musician lowered himself from his wife's breasts until he reached where her panties were, again he gave Maria a look asking for her permission and when he obtained it he slowly took off Maria's panties, she herself helped by raising her legs and now she was completely naked before him.

“How do I look, Manolo? ~” Maria said again seductively while she caressed her husband's face.

“You look so divine, mi reina, mi esposa, mi amor.”

Manolo did not think twice about starting to gently caress his wife's clitoris with his fingers, he made some circular movements there which earned Maria a moan, with that Manolo decided to put one of his fingers in Maria.

“I'm going to put some fingers in for you, Maria.”

“Si, si, Manolo, si!~”

With this, Manolo introduced a finger into Maria's vagina and that made her blush in her cheeks and moan louder. As soon as she indicated to her husband that she was accustomed to the sensation, he introduced another finger and made Maria close her eyes for a moment just enjoying the pleasure while Manolo worked magic with his hands.

It was no mystery to anyone that Manolo, being a guitarist, was very skilled with his hands, especially with his fingers. So to please his wife, he continued caressing her clitoris with his fingers while with the other hand he introduced his fingers opening his wife's vagina and lubricating her. Maria, for her part, only limited herself to moaning while her hands clung to the bed sheets.

The more Manolo opened Maria, she opened her legs more and more, to which he took advantage of her to take his fingers out of her and instead use his mouth to please his wife. He used her tongue to lick Maria's clitoris and went down from her to put her tongue into her vagina, to which she gave a cry of pleasure as he brought Manolo's head closer to her.

“Manolo, Manolo!~”

The guitarist continued to pamper his wife's clitoris more and opened her with his agile fingers. She was already very close to reaching her climax, so she placed her legs around Manolo's shoulders and he responded by bringing a hand to one of Maria’s breasts.

“Manolo, I'm close! I'm gonna…!"

"Do it, mi amor! Come for me.”

“Manolo!~”

Maria finally came on Manolo's face and immediately began drinking from her wife as if he were the thirstiest man in the desert for her. Maria could only mess up Manolo's hair while she had the rush of pleasure from her.

After a few moments of recovering, Maria indicated to her husband that she would remove herself from her place once she removed her legs from his shoulders, since this time she was the one Maria wanted to have control.

“That was amazing, mi amor.”

“I will always be happy to please you, mi vida.”

“But now it's my turn to please you!”

“Maria what-?” .- Manolo did not give her time to continue because Maria had changed her position where she is now below her husband and gives him a seductive look while with one hand she took her husband's boxers

“Maria, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh, I'm pretty sure I want to do it, and you're not the only one who likes the idea.” .- Maria could feel the erection that was forming between Manolo's boxers with her hands, so she slowly lowered his boxers until he was as naked as her.

Maria made a flirtatious expression when she saw the precum that Manolo's cock already had and made him blush on his cheeks. The beautiful lady moved her husband's cock between her hands, it was a good size and she didn't think twice about putting it in her mouth.

While Maria's lips were on the tip of Manolo's cock, she placed her breasts around his cock and began to slowly rub them, earning a moan from Manolo.

“Maria, please!”

“Isn't it fun when you're provoked?~”

"Mi amor!"

“Don't worry, amor mío, I'll take care of you.” .- With this she rubbed Manolo's cock with her breasts and continued pampering his cock, filling it with kisses, licks and when she was safe enough; Maria decided to take Manolo's cock with her mouth.

Surprisingly Maria managed to take all of Manolo's cock in her mouth, which left him breathless for a second, she too had been surprised at how far she had gone; but when she got used to it she started moving her head and made her husband moan again.

"Maria!" .- Manolo, intoxicated by the pleasure of the moment, brought his hand to the head of his wife and brought her closer to him.

Maria showed a lot of passion and energy, even though she was on the floor while Manolo was sitting on the bed, she still sucked his cock as best she could. Manolo was beyond ecstatic about this and couldn't ask for more. But he was already very close to his liberation.

“Maria, I'm close!”

Maria didn't say anything but gave Manolo a determined look that prompted him to cum in her mouth, and that's what he did as Maria's mouth was filled with Manolo's semen and she did her best to drink it all while Manolo gave a moan of pleasure.

When Manolo recovered from his release, it didn't take him a second to help Maria get up so that they were both in bed.

“You are so wonderful, mi amor.”

“You are so amazing, Manolo.” .- Maria said, giving her husband a quick kiss on the lips before placing herself near her husband's member.

“Are you ready for the next round?” .- Maria provoked with her seduction while she sat down and placed Manolo's cock in her vagina.

“For you always, mi vida.”

With one last kiss on the lips, Maria pressed her vagina on Manolo's cock, riding him and after a moment in which they both moaned, Maria began to move her hips to ride Manolo, which caused him to lose his breath. for one second.

Maria continued giving Manolo sits while he set a rhythm with her hips and her breasts fluttered. Manolo, for his part, took his wife's hips with his hands and also moved his own. They both moaned when Manolo's entire cock was in Maria.

Little by little they began to have a faster pace, Manolo's thrusts became faster as did Maria's sit-ups, both were very close to finishing.

“Maria, if you want you can-!”

"No! I want you to cum first, mi amor!”

Manolo did not give him time to respond when Maria gave some much stronger sentons that left him breathless, yet the guitarist did not give up and responded by giving some faster thrusts which made Maria moan.

“Manolo, I-!”

“Let's do this together, Maria! I’m here with you!" .- Manolo took Maria's hand while they continued in the act and she responded to her gesture by smiling at him but it didn't take long for her to reach her orgasm.

“Manolo!~”

With one last thrust, Maria came on Manolo's cock and her fluid leaked around him, giving her a moan. Shortly after, he also came inside her, making them both moan.

After a few moments Maria fell on the bed next to Manolo and he immediately pulled his wife to him and hugged her in his arms; to which she leaned against his chest.

“I love you, Manolo.”

“I love you more, Maria.”

Manolo took the sheet from the bed and covered them both while they fell asleep to the sound of the night.

#the book of life #the book life fanfic #manolo sanchez #maria posada #manolo x maria #one shot #smut #fluff #bedtime #the book of life x reader #manolo x reader #maria posada x reader

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shadowbunnydragon · 2 months

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To Bailey, Lily, and Russell: Since you’re dating a predator, what kind of relationship challenges do you face? I’m only asking because I’m a guy and I’ve had a male wolf friend recently come to me and ask me out

Russell, his ears turning pink: "Uh... w-well..."

Baily: "You do have to remember that us humans are omnivores, making us predators as well. Granted, our lack of claws or sharp teeth kinda make that a bit hard to believe for some mammals..."

He reaches into his coat pocket to pull out his buzzing phone, accidentally swiping up and hitting the speaker option.

Leodore: "Hey there, Barney! Just calling to let you know that I've mulled it over, and I still find it silly that you guys are predators. No offense, but you kinda look more like how we'd make a felt puppet mascot for a show to teach very young mammals tolerance and understanding and all that nonsense towards predators. Basically you're predator lite, if you catch my meaning. Also wanted to let you know that I'm gunna be kinda late for our next card reading session, things did NOT work out in the waste disposal union like I had thought it would. Seriously, you make one, or several, jokes about organized crime connections, and suddenly everyone gets up into a tizzy... oh great, it looks like I'm getting pulled over now. I probably shouldn't be talking on my phone while driving, but this is just getting ridiculous. Anyways, see you in maybe an hour."

The phone goes silent, the three humans staring wide-eyed at it in silence.

Lily: "Anyways... it's true that there have been some challenges. Like smaller herbivorous mammals sometimes being nervous around us and giving us side-eyed looks and wide berths."

Russell: "Patricia and David told me that it was a lot worse towards predators a few years ago, but that it's gotten better. The specism towards predators in general, I mean. But then there's also... some members of Jackson's pack aren't too happy with him not dating another jackal, or at the very least, another canid... and sometimes, despite the brave face he puts on... you can see that it does in fact hurt him from time to time..."

Lily: "Some of Renato's family has voiced similar concerns... with his great-grandmother suggesting that we are some kind of evil spirits that have started appearing to work a dark mischief... whatever that means."

Baily, rubbing the back of his head: "I might be kinda lucky in that regard. I'm sure some members of Sophia's pride might not be too happy with her bringing in a human... especially one who was, until very recently, homeless. But thanks to a 'certain someone' and their increasingly embarrassing antics, I guess I'm looking golden in comparison..."

His phone buzzes again and, after receiving now somewhat amused nods from the other two, Baily swipes up and enables the speaker function yet again.

Leodore: "No, officer, you've got this all wrong! That wad of money just fell out of my pocket! It was not a bribe! Speeding and talking on my phone when driving is around $150 here, I've gotten enough tickets for that to know by now; so why would I try to give you $400 when I can just bite the bullet and pay this fine?! OOF!" A loud slamming sound followed by a muffled voice speaking. "Oh, uh, Basil, we're gunna need to have a rain check for that reading. Apparently someone needs to FILL A QUOTA!"

The call ends.

Lily: "... Anywho, opening your heart to someone can be scary, and each time there will be their own sets of challenges. But, there's the chance that you could find someone who makes your heart sing... ahem, and whom you get on with wonderfully. Ultimately, I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my big fluffy Marshmallow."

Baily: "I never thought I could feel the way I do about Sophia. Sometimes I wonder if she isn't an angel..."

Russell: "And I'm really glad that I said yes to Jackson! I don't know how things will go down the road, but I'm really happy here and now!"

Lily: "I think that it's safe to say that all three of us here wish you the best of luck with this wolf boy!"

#human #zootopia #comedy #foundfamily #fanfiction #the door #the keyhole #ao3 fanfic #shadowbunnydragon #adoption #leodore lionheart #renato manchas

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e2019 · 1 year

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i slept so terribly last night that i'm still exhausted as if i hadn't slept at all. i kept waking up every hour or so, and i had a new dream every time.

in high school i used to have nightmares about colorguard all the time. it doesn't happen so often anymore, but last night i dreamed that i randomly showed up to practice, and everyone who i went to high school with was there even though it was the present day in my dream, so everyone was in their mid 20s. they were all part of an independent winterguard now, but they still practiced on the blacktop at the school for whatever reason.

when i showed up, everyone acted like i was supposed to have been there the whole time. they asked me where i had been and i just said, "oh... life got the better of me..." then the director immediately put me in the show and said i better learn the work fast because i would flunk out of college if i didn't perform well (i had already graduated college in my dream). it all turned out ok though because my dream-self is really good at colorguard even though i sucked at it irl.

i went with my brother to go get coffee at a new coffee place that just opened up. i get a black coffee, and he gets some really sweet dessert drink with lots of milk and cream and sugar. i make fun of him for it because irl both of us pretty much only drink the nastiest plain black coffee. he smiles at me and says "try something difference."

i worked cleaning people's swimming pools. i showed up to one of my über rich client's mansions early in the morning just as they were leaving for work. i said good morning, and they let me inside because it was an indoor pool. there was a huge gumball machine next to the pool which presumably had never been there before because i immediately went to go investigate. it was full of dilaudid pills the 8mg shields, so of course now i'm wondering "how many of these can i steal before my client would notice?"

then the dream skips to later that evening. i'm hiding in the bathroom where i've apparently been shooting up all day. suddenly i hear a car pull up in the driveway, and then the front door of the house opens. i realize i lost track of time and i'm so fucked now that my client is home and will see that the pool is still dirty and all the dilaudid is gone. the house is big enough that if i make a break for it immediately, i can leave out a side door without being seen. but i'm like "no i need just one more shot before i go." i can't find a vein though because i was going hard all day so my arms are already beat the fuck up, plus now i'm freaking out so i'm shaking and my palms are sweaty, and i've been reusing the same dull needle so many times. i keep digging around, and i become increasingly desperate as it gets more and more painful and there's blood everywhere except for in the syringe, and then the dream ends. (why didn't i just put the pills in my pocket and run?)

my brother asks me to go see a movie with him. when we get to the theater, i find out that he bought a private screening with like 10 of his best friends who i didn't even know existed. they all knew i was gonna be there, and they were waiting for me to show up. i wonder why he never told me about his friends before (but he obviously told them about me) and then suddenly decided to introduce us like this. they all seem super excited to meet me though, and i know i'll probably get along with anyone who gets along with my brother, so i'm nervous but i think this could be fun.

i'm a cheap bastard, so i pretty much never buy popcorn or anything when i go to the movies (not to mention i never even buy a ticket, i just walk right in because nobody ever says anything lol). but suddenly all of my brother's friends are like, "hey whoa hold on!!! this is a private screening, so we all brought snacks just for you! :)" and they materialize all of these snacks straight out of their ass, but it's all things that i don't like but that my brother likes and that he knows that i don't like... and then i realize they're all making fun of me, but i don't want to be rude so i say thanks and watch the movie with them anyways.

maybe more? will add later if anything else comes back to me...

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Hi Jen

I can't wait for you to watch aotv and share your thoughts. All I have to say is -

- I absolutely adore Jay and I'm in awe of her.

- I don't if there was a little bit too much of Harry at first or if that's what my brain chose to focus.

- At the beach with the kid was pretty meh but the kid at his show was so so cute. Extremely heartwarming watching them together.

- Helene is an absolute gem.

- The fan moments left me appalled because of the white washing and the blatant show of privilege, not my favourite part.

- I'm surprised there was no mention of afhf.

It's been more 30 hours since I watched it, and I haven't had a single thought that didn't start and end with Louis. Nothing we didn't already know, but he's just a wonderful person, warts and all.

I need to watch again because I don't remember seeing some of the things that people are talking about. Hope you have a great time!

anon 2: I thought the hug was weird until I saw the movie myself because the hug was before the last 1d performance bts and Louis was so nervous. Harry and Louis didn't hug Liam or Niall in that room but only eachother for that small second and Helene so it seemed more like a small gesture of comfort, a bit of I am right here if you need anything. Right after everyone leaves the room because Louis needs a bit more practice with Helene (they were all ready to go onstage except for Louis) and Louis goes to the door and asks for Harry so it seems they talked again off camara. They showed the performance and there on stage everyone hugs except Louis and Harry and that made me laugh because bts they did hug and we never knew until this doc. I don't know if they were broken up but still cared for eachother because Harry also kept looking at Louis in that bts footage and he had this worried look on his face.

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Just gonna group all these movie-related takes together since I finally watched it! I won't answer your points line by line, but here are my knee-jerk takeaways:

None of this was surprising at all, but it was cool to see it all lumped into one place where people couldn't really erase it.

Love love love and miss Jay, also, Louis is such a tremendously strong person because this is definitely edited, he was bearing a lot more weight than is portrayed here, and yet he perseveres. He seems pretty present in every moment, too, which is impressive.

I hope Helene is making a shit-ton of money because she's doing at least 3 jobs.

The negative space around Eleanor (those 2x the E tat shows up, rip) is really loud, especially with the growing number of rainbow flags (starts with one, ends with hundreds), he is definitely opting to NOT talk about any relationship, draw your own dots (but also? some of the choices here, like the extended kiss during the Grease part, okay). I still feel El was a proxy, and that makes all of her absence even more ohhhhhhkay.

Related: I want to rewatch the first 10 minutes because I could swear he does this whole double layering with the "break up" talk and how it's meant to be about the band, but it's definitely literally focused on Harry (for one, that's mainly where you see Harry, especially in some obvious VO work, but also he says "relationship" singular vs. plural in a place where with the band, the plural makes a helluva lot more sense).

Related related: the way that Louis is interacting with Liam and Niall being at the same festival he was at, yet NOT interacting with Harry when he was at one, too, hmmmm.

I need to watch the Liam G. doc because Charlie's INSANE use of in focus/out of focus/in focus/out of focus, especially with family members, is meant to make it somehow feel unstaged but increasingly becomes annoying.

I felt like the James Corden bit was one of the very truest parts of this, a lot of it was by the numbers rote media training, but Louis disappearing? Maybe he hates James, who knows, but if it's a pattern, oh man.

I felt it was about 20 minutes too long, you could start seeing the template by the end (line up of fans, empty stadium, crowd excitement, Louis's buzzing, on to the next place) to the point where it almost diluted it? I would edit that shit down or compress it, there was a point where you weren't seeing anything new except for the location.

I disagree with anon 2 about the hug (for one, we don't see all the interactions/hug moments, who knows if a lot of hugs were shared, but also when he's calling to someone, Harry's in the back, I think, not to the left? I'd have to rewatch). Also, I'm in the camp that they had a big split around this time, yet were still friendly enough to be close, support each other (possibly fuck, who knows).

The parts with Freddie and his grandparents were incredibly moving, and telling, too, in that I get the anxiety spike because there's a lot here that is telling some people shit they just don't want to hear.

AIMH Oli, you can cause trouble up in [personal details redacted], and I would want to hear more about it. Hope you're being well paid, too.

Personal projection time: there were so many, SO MANY peter pan and the (white) lost boys antics, like, I disagree that all the fan content was white-washing when the entire BAND is white boy coded (at least SOME of the fans weren't white Americans). I don't think it'll change soon, but I like to hope he'll reach out and experiment more (both in terms of music and people around him). I hold out this hope because he clearly laid out the blueprint early on about 1st album is this, 2nd album is that, 3rd album is closer to what I want to do...I promise you, Loueh, plenty of non white dude fish in that sea.

#i went with my best friend #and she's not on tumblr #not in the fandom #does not get why people give a single shit about freddie #and we had all of these takes in common lmao #but also she's a smoker and even SHE was like this is a lot of cigarette endorsement lol

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spaceiis0daz · 2 years

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Gemini Resolution | Ch. 2: A Not at All Warm Welcome

woooOOOOOO CHAPTER 2 TIME LETS GOOOOO i can't wait to give yall the deets on elfilis's past,,,,,,

fair warning, theres some blood and it gets angsty lmao

god i love working on this ficCCCCC oh yeah metadede shippers/meta knight enjoyers get a treat today <333

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“I’m sorry, what?”

Dedede sat at the Waddle Dee Town Cafe at a table with Elfilin and Kirby. His eyes were as big as saucers once Elfilin broke the news to him. “Yeah! I’m trying to help Elfilis learn how to be good so for the time being they’ll be staying here in Waddle Dee Town!” chimed Elfilin before he bit into his fresh juicy burger he ordered. “Gosh, the food here is so good…”

Dedede gapes in horror at how Elfilin seemed entirely nonchalant about this. How on Popstar could Elfilin tame- that thing? The king attempts to recollect himself and clears his throat. “L-look kid, I know you want to help them, very thoughtful of you n’ all, but maaaaybe reconsider?” He grins nervously. “But why? I’m trying to do a good thing…” mumbled Elfilin.

“Elfilin, they tried to crash Popstar into this planet to destroy them both and kill everyone on both planets, yknow, y-you saw that, right?” Dedede cautioned. “Maybe it… isn’t the best idea to… do what you’re trying to do, yeah? You can’t save everybody, lil fella.”

Elfilin’s ears drooped down. “I know… but back when we weren’t split apart, Elfilis used to be a brave warrior on our home planet who defended it and helped the citizens of it. They weren’t always this way… they would use their incredible power for good! So maybe one day… they can be that hero again!”

Kirby, who was happily gobbling up a fluffy, rich Car Mouth Cake during the conversation wiped some of the frosting and cake crumbs off his face before chiming in. “I think everybody deserves a second chance. I think you should help anybody in need, no matter who they are! ‘Cause that’s what I always do.”

Elfilin nods. “Yeah! An Awoofy gave them a flower crown and they actually started crying and they seemed genuinely happy. So maybe… they’re just trying to act all threatening to make sure they don’t get hurt again or something. They seem pretty adamant on not wanting to do good things… so how about we do nice things for them and maybe it might help them realize how great being nice is!”

Dedede was INCREASINGLY nervous about this. His head was full of worries and “what if’s”. “Elfilin… I dunno if it’s that great of an idea to bring them over… here, yknow? And we should maybe warn the townspeople abou-”

A large, winged shadow with large, curved horns loomed overhead, circling above the town, and descends down to the cafe. Elfilis.

Their arrival was greeted with the once cheerful town devolving into utter chaos. Every last Waddle Dee screamed in horror, running for their lives into their houses. Some tumbled over, but quickly got up again in mortal fear of being impaled by Elfilis. Not a single Dee was calm.

“Elfilis! There you are! I wondered where you were! Though… maybe try not to enter that way next time.”

Elfilis glared at Kirby. If looks could kill, Kirby would have dropped dead at that moment. They remembered all too well what that stupid, pink moron did to them that day. The truck.

Dedede sheepishly grins. "Uh… Hello, welcome to Waddle Dee Town, sir! …Are you fine with being called 'sir'?" Beads of sweat formed on his face.

Elfilis nodded. "Hm. Yes, I actually quite like that, I admit, despite not seeing myself as 'male'. You will not be assimilated."

Dedede gapes at Elfilis but recomposes himself in fear of them attacking.

Kirby waves at them. "Hiiii!! Elfilin has told me all about you! I'm sorry about the whole truck thing…"

Elfilis didn't know how to react. They had never been apologized to- again, for centuries. What made this even more of a shock to their system was that they never expected to hear one from that idiotic pink contaminant who ruined everything!

"...I am not sure if I can accept your apology at the moment. But you are on thin ice, pink idiot. Are we clea-"

Elfilin floats over by Elfilis's side. "Elfilis, wait! You were doing really really good… until the second sentence. Let's say sorry to Kirby now."

"Oh. Right." Elfilis groans.

Kirby was taken aback. He looked like he was about to cry. Elfilin's fur stands on end. He hated seeing anyone he cared for be upset or hurt. He just couldn't stand to see it. "Oh gosh, K-Kirby, I'm-I'm so sorry, I,"

Dedede immediately gets out of his chair to comfort his adoptive son. "Hey, hey, shhh… it's okay Kirby, it's okay. I-I'm sure they didn't mean it, they're still working on themselves, and improvement takes a long ti-"

Suddenly, another, much smaller winged silhouette soars above the town, only to dive at Elfilis, knocking them off the cafe’s roof.

"ELFILIS!" Elfilin screamed.

It was Meta Knight. And he was furious.

Everyone in Dreamland, no, everyone who ever knew of him knew one thing; and that is NEVER to anger him. That could mean death, depending on how angry you made him, or worse. It looked like it was the end for Elfilis. Their new chance at life had just shriveled up and died.

However, this was not at all the case. A gleaming, ethereal spear with yellow and red wings, attached to the spear in an almost double helix shape appeared in Elfilis's hand. They had just been fast enough to counter Meta Knight's blade just by the skin of their teeth.

They threw Meta Knight off of themselves with ease. The knight landed on his feet, ready to strike. “YOU STAY FAR AWAY FROM THIS TOWN. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” spat Meta Knight.

Elfilis did not bother to reply. They spread their wings and rush towards Meta Knight, charging their spear at him. The knight ran at them, sword drawn.

“STOP! STOP, THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING!”

Elfilis and Meta Knight halted to look over to the source of the sound of a tearful, high pitched voice from the rooftop. Elfilin. “Meta Knight… I brought Elfilis here to help them be a good person. I want them to be themselves again, I want them to be happ-” “WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE A CREATURE WHO- WHO ALMOST KILLED ALL OF POPSTAR AS WELL AS THIS PLANET A ‘GOOD PERSON?’”

The words rang in Elfilin and Elfilis’s ears. Elfilis steps away, taken aback. Dedede, panicked and sweating bullets, stands up to attempt to help the situation “Settle down, Meta, a-apparently they uh, weren’t always this way?” It did not work.

“They almost killed millions and who knows who else they HAVE killed. They’re a threat and need to be taken care of.”

Meta Knight jolts at Elfilis, sword raised. Kirby covers his eyes. Dedede cringes.

The last thing Elfilis heard were Elfilin's shrill screams.

"ELFILIS! NOOOOOOOOO!"

The colorful world around them faded to black.

— — —

"...Mom…? Are they gonna be okay..?"

Shimmering tears fell from a trembling Elfilin’s eyes over Elfilis's wounded, unconcious body, a gash in their torso dripping with purple blood. Kirby, Dedede and Meta Knight stood over them as Carol carefully wrapped bandages around Elfilis's middle while consoling her adoptive son, stroking his teal fur.

A solemn air flooded the room. Everyone's mouths felt as if they were glued shut.

"They're going to be okay, sweetie… Remember when I nursed you back to health? It’s going to be just like that… They’re going to be all right.” she reassured.

Meta Knight looks to the side awkwardly, desperately wanting to apologize for this, but couldn’t find the words. Finally, he looked down and then over at Elfilis’s body. "...I… am sorry. That was… a very rash descision I had made. I deeply regret it.”

Carol pauses, not sure how to respond. “...thank you for apologizing.”

Meta Knight could feel the tears pushing through. But he fought back, holding them in, just barely letting them slip through. He only wanted to protect this town. But now, he had completely crushed someone’s hopes of growing and changing as a person.

It’s going to be my fault. It’s going to be my fault if they die. He had lost his fight against the tears, now running down his face. Almost like a knee-jerk reaction, he rushes outside, off somewhere.

Everyone stared at the door in silence.

Meta Knight ran into the same field Elfilin had split from Elfilis in and bawled. Snot and tears ran all over his face as he grossly sobbed. He hadn’t even realized what he had just done.

He just took away someone’s chance of redeeming themselves for the better. He took his mask off, which he almost never did in public, as the inside of the mask was getting far too wet and full of salty tears. He heard the footsteps of someone running down the hill, the same cadence as that of a Waddle Dee and quickly pulled the mask back on, despite the inside being soaked in regret.

“Hey… Dad?” Bandana Waddle Dee ran to Meta Knight’s side. “I saw you run out of Ms. Carol’s house and you looked really upset… Is anything the matter?”

He stared off into the afternoon sky, embracing himself with his cape, both the moon and sun visible. “...I am fine. Things are just a little rough today, Bandana.”

Bandee frowned. “...you didn’t look fine… Does it have anything to do with… y’know… Elfilis?”

A tear glided down Meta Knight’s hidden face. “...I suppose so. But you shouldn’t be worrying about my problems. You’re only a child.”

The little Dee hugged his adoptive father. “Well, whatever’s going on… you should talk to somebody about it. Dededad said you bottle things up too much and he gets worried about you.” Meta Knight hugged back, his voice quaking “...Thank you, my son.”

“Any time, Dad.. I hope you feel better.”

Bandana Waddle Dee runs back to the town to find the others. Meta Knight simply stares into the sun beginning to set, the immense guilt burning in his heart.

— — —

“Dad! Dad, look, I did it!”

A young Elfilis dragged the corpse of an alien beast on the ground that they had defeated, racing to show their father their accomplishment.

“I slayed my first beast ever! I did it, I did it!”

Their father smiled, quite pleased. “Well done, my child. You’ll make a fine young warrior some day, Elfilis.”

Elfilis’s eyes widen and twinkle in astonishment “Really..? You really think so?”

He chuckles. “Of course!” He looks over at the sparkling spear in it’s holder, with red and yellow wings, donning ethereal, colorful patterns. Elfilis looks over to it as well.

Elfilis’s father walks over to the spear and picks it up. “Someday, Elfilis, you too will wield this spear. When our planet is in danger… you can be one of the brave souls to defend us.”

Elfilis runs to the spear, tenderly rubbing their hand against it.

“...I can’t wait for that day, Dad.”

— — —

A cold darkness inhabited the room Elfilis was in, as everyone had all gone off to bed, and the lights were out. The only illumination was the luminescent glow of the moon trickling through the window.

They weakly open their eyes. Confused, they jolt up– perhaps a bit too fast, as they feel a horrible pain splitting through their middle, which was now covered in bandages.. They clasp their hands around their torso, tensing up at stinging. Oh. Now I remember. they thought.

Elfilis analyzes their new surroundings. Bandages and lots of used tissues were strewn everywhere.

They carefully lay back down. This bedding was.. quite comfortable. But of course, anything would have been far more comfortable than that horrible, horrible glass tube. Staring at the ceiling, they begin to lose themselves in thought. They did this very often at… that place. But… this time, it felt different. Much different than before.

Their mind began to focus on what Elfilin had been telling them. You know.. he was right. Being separated from their other half for all those years… it’s almost like they had forgotten how to love. And most of all… they had forgotten how to be happy. How to find joy in the things around them. Sure, they had small glimpses of joy in the past few days, the first they had felt in decades… they desired more of it. But at the same time, they wanted to stick to their usual ways, pushing off any form of affection to keep themselves safe from being hurt again by someone they had trusted.

They wanted to turn over on their side, but couldn’t, in fear of the pain striking up again. Elfilis sighs, and tries to get comfortable in their current position, and shut their eyes, trapping themselves in their mind once more.

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Ch. 31: Morning to Midnight Pt. 1

MONDAY - FALL 8

Achilles hadn’t thought he’d be nervous to chat with a class full of supposedly-eager nine year olds. But there he was, grinding his teeth, fingernails digging crescent moves from beneath his shirtsleeve as he anxiously counted down the minutes until the bus to Moonmist arrived.

He had taken some care in choosing his rabbit pattered button down for the occasion, figuring it’d be a nice gesture to match with Meteor Elementary’s mascot.

“How do I look?” he’d asked his new cat, who’d been lurking behind him in the mirror, with a bit of a spin.

But Voltaire had merely meowed, which Achilles had taken to interpret as: Not bad. But nobody’s going to care or notice, pal.

No matter. Achilles glanced at his faded reflection in the bus stop walls and readjusted his collar for the hundredth time.

Penny arrived second, her long yellow skirt flowing in the autumn wind. Achilles hadn’t seen her since Elliott’s birthday, and the stiffness in her usual small wave conveyed a slight sense of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry you had to hear all that the other day…” She took a seat, leaving a foot or so between her and Achilles. “Mom… she can be… it can be… a burden, sometimes. Worrying about her. I want her to be happy, and I love the town, everyone is so kind, but sometimes…” Penny ran her fingers along the strap of her messenger bag and crossed her Mary Janes, her throat bobbing with a gulp. “I don’t want to be here. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to live in the city…”

Achilles shrugged. “Loud and malodorous.”

Penny gave a light laugh before reverting back to chewing her cuticles. “But I can’t leave her alone, I’m all she has… but seeing how much Shane has improved these past few weeks gives me hope. That maybe,” she dug her heels in the dirt. “Maybe things can get better.”

It was true—Shane had improved. He continued to communicate primarily through grunts, but he seemed quicker to laugh these days. Every morning, he could be found working the land of Strawberry Farms. And despite Achilles’ insistence that it was entirely in Shane’s hands, this strange, sunnier disposition had been somewhat contagious, and Achilles had found himself occasionally caught up in the thrill of it all, too, occasionally joining both Shane and the dreaded worms in the dirt.

Already, they had planted a host of crops—beets and bok choy, cranberries and eggplants. Yams and pumpkins for Spirit’s Eve. Achilles had insisted they plant a row of fairy rose as well, and Shane had surprisingly obliged with barely a sarcastic retort.

“Yes, I… suppose. Things could get better. But don’t go putting your life on hold.” The words felt a little harsher on his tongue than he had intended, and Achilles felt perhaps he could lighten his tone with a pat of her hand. But the unfamiliarity between them gave him pause, and he instead flexed his fingers against his thigh just as Alex sidled up to the bus stop with his gym bag slung across his chest.

“Hey ho! First day of school, Ash?”

Achilles looked up from the bench.

“You know it.” He bumped Alex’s offered fist. “Fingers crossed they don’t bully me.”

“Hey, didn’t your dad tell you to just walk away? See, you’re prepared already.”

The bus pulled up at 6:30 sharp, the sharp creak of its doors sending the first day jitters that had been pushed aside during Penny’s confession back into Achilles’ increasingly sweaty hands.

“I didn’t think you’d get nervous.” Alex shot Achilles, who’d been unusually quiet, a glance. “Figured you’d be used to this stuff.”

“I also didn’t think I’d get nervous.” And it was true—Achilles? Nervous about public speaking? And in front of third graders? What was wrong with him. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Well. Don’t be nervous, it’ll be great!” Alex said, as the bus pulled into Moonmist. He gave Achilles’ rather clammy hand a quick pat before slapping his back with significantly more gusto. “You get to be the center of attention, I know you’ll love that.”

“I really need to start revising my image if that’s how you see me…”

“And it’s third grade. They’re not old enough to be mean yet.” Alex flashed him a reassuring smile and repeated, “It’ll be great.”

“What if they think I suck? What if they hate me? I’m not qualified for this.” The words had slipped out by accident, almost a squeak as everything Eddie Bloomsbury had written about him came flooding back to the forefront of his brain.

“You don’t suck! And you’re wearing rabbits! Who could hate you?”

*****

Moonmist was a suburban town that sat between Stardew and Zuzu. A street of cookie cutter houses in various pastel shades lined a smooth cobblestone street that intersected a small, outdoor shopping center. It was obvious the population had to have been ten times that of Stardew at the very least, but even so, to Achilles it all still felt quaint and quiet.

At the corner of Main Street was Meteor Elementary—a red one story building with a bright blue roof. Giant, multicolored flowerbeds had been planted in front of a large mural of two rabbits munching under a full moon and shooting stars.

“Much more personality than my school ever had,” Achilles said, following Penny inside. “Oh, definitely more personality than my school ever had.”

The bright colors had infiltrated the inside of the school, as well. The floors were a standard slick linoleum, but a bright trail of cheery bees dotted the center of the hallway to help young students keep to the right side. The linoleum walls were covered in colorful bulletin boards, encouraging posters and slogans, and student artwork—more murals made sure no wall was left white and bare.

“We were able to get some local artists to come in and paint. Leah actually did that one,” Penny said as they passed a smiling sun rising over what Achilles instantly recognized to be Stardew Valley, but with more cows.

Penny’s classroom was, much like Penny, warm and inviting but almost austere in its organization. 20 desks were arranged in 4 neat rows facing the front. The chairs, all neatly pushed in, had cloth pocket-like things hanging from the back.

“Emily sews them for me. Every student brings a pillowcase the first week, and she turns them into little pouches to hold books!” she said, dropping her messenger bag behind her own desk.

Already, Penny seemed to be moving with much more confidence and ease between the four walls of her room, her voice more assured, strides longer, her movements more purposeful and energized.

She waved Achilles over to the back where a longer table stood atop a polka dotted rug alongside several mismatched bean bags. In the corner was a bookshelf and several bins, all teeming with books conveniently labeled by genre.

“Our little library—donations, mostly, so they tend to be older, but I try to buy things when I can if there’s something out that’s really exciting.”

He headed over to “spooky/mystery” and held up a rather battered copy of the first Henry Spector. “It never gets old, seeing your work in print. I mean, maybe it does if you’re not a narcissist like I am—”

Penny laughed. “You’ll have to sign them! But not now, when the kids get here.”

Achilles traced his finger along the spines. Was it longing that he was now feeling on top of his nerves? Nostalgia? Regret?

*****

At 7:50 the kids started shuffling in. Achilles had taken the seat behind Penny’s desk as she greeted them one by one at the door.

Most of students eyed him rather suspiciously—who was this weirdo man? they must’ve been wondering—but none of them said anything as they took their seats and reached into their pillowcases for books to read. It seemed this was the usual schedule of things until the day officially got started.

At 8:00, 18 of the 20 seats were filled.

“Good morning, everyone!” Penny chirped as she walked to the front of the class.

“Good morning, Ms. Mellin,” said the chorus of children.

“We have a special guest speaker today. Does anyone remember who’s joining us?”

A loud gasp from a girl in the second row—she raised her hand, but without waiting to be called on, she squealed, “Is that Mr. Robinson?” With her free hand, she pointed rather aggressively at Achilles who was now standing next to Penny and had to bite his cheek as the girl continued to bounce in her seat, the ribbons in her ponytail going wild in the air.

“Yes, Lila!” Penny said with a warm smile. “But let’s remember to not shout our answers until we’re called on.”

“I like your rabbit shirt, Mr. Robinson,” a boy from the front said.

“Thank you! I like your car shirt.”

“Hand please, Jacob! Now, I hope everyone came prepared with questions. Today, Mr. Robinson is going to be teaching us what makes a good story…”

Achilles glanced around as Penny continued to introduce him. It felt odd being called Mr. Robinson—perhaps he should’ve asked Penny to introduce him with his first name instead. He had never loved using titles around kids. To paraphrase one of his favorite books, he felt there was nothing inherently disrespectful about using a first name as long as one made sure to speak respectfully. He felt titles and last names set up a strange divide, especially given that, coming to the kids as an author rather than a teacher, he wasn’t really in a position of authority over them.

“…without further ado, let’s give a big warm welcome to Mr. Robinson.”

The clapping of little hands drew him out of his reverie, and Achilles stepped forward.

At this moment, he was reminded of a passage from, coincidentally, the sequel of the aforementioned favorite book—he had spent all week preparing his talking points, his lesson plan, his opening speech! Revising and improving them so as to best inspire and instruct this little class of impressionable minds. And yet, the problem was, he could not now remember a single word of it.

Why was he nervous? It made no sense. Alex had been right—he loved this sort of stuff, he should’ve been in his element.

The class watched him wide-eyed—expectant or with dread?

Just say something you dumb fuck, pretend it’s a pitch.

“Good morning, everyone!” Achilles broke into a wide smile. “I am so excited Ms. Mellin brought me here to speak with you all today. Now before we get started, who can tell me what they think makes a good story?”

He was hamming it on a little thick, perhaps, but he was out of practice and the children didn’t seem to notice anyway. Fuck, it took thinking about BRLO to get him talking, huh? Might as well just stab him in the heart…

At least the students were excited, once things got rolling—stretching their hands as high as they could for his attention in order to answer and ask questions significantly more fun (and significantly less shady) than Industry Weekly had ever asked, that was for sure…

He spoke for roughly an hour before it was time to break.

“Now I want everyone to spend the next 30 minutes revising the ideas they had for their stories,” Penny said, taking her place center stage again. “When you think you’ve got it narrowed down to 3 of your favorite choices, please come to the back where Mr. Robinson and I will help you choose which one we think will be best for you to focus on.”

The little students reached into their desks and dutifully fell silent, withdrawing their notebooks as Achilles followed Penny to the long table in the back where he took one of three seats. Tiny little things, and so close to the ground; his knees were sitting higher than his hips.

“I thought that went well!” Penny whispered, with a soft clasp of her hands just as a girl—Lila— scurried over, notebook in hand.

“I already have my three ideas, Ms. Mellin,” she exclaimed, sliding her open notebook toward the pair and plopping into the empty yellow chair.

“Wonderful, how about you explain each of them to Mr. Robinson and I.”

With an admirable lack of hesitation, Lila immediately launched into a longwinded description of astronaut rabbits sent to find carrots on the moon.

“Which one do you think is best?” she asked once she had finished with all three ideas, brown eyes gazing penetratingly at Achilles.

“Hmm, how about we flip that question around—which idea do you think is best?” he asked.

Lila’s eyes grew—if possible—even wider. A pop quiz! “Oh… I don’t know.”

“Is there one that makes you feel more excited than the others?”

Lila’s eyes narrowed, deep in thought. “I think the first one.”

“And what about the first one makes you excited?”

“Well… I really like rabbits,” she said, gnawing on her pencil to Achilles’ vague, but well-concealed, disgust. “And I think it would be really fun to research about space.” (Achilles had mentioned the importance of research earlier that morning).

“Then I think you should do the first one.”

“Ok!” Penny gave her a thumbs up, and Lila scurried away.

“Easy enough,” he said with a shrug. What had he been so nervous about…

Most students required more conversation and deliberation than Lila had, but Penny and Achilles kept at it steadily for another hour or so until all the children had chosen their story ideas.

Penny then led the class in a five minute stretch break, tiny arms reaching for the ceiling (Achilles felt obliged to play along) before the students settled back down for 20 minutes of SSR—silent sustained reading time, as Penny explained.

“Excuse me, Mr. Robinson,” came a voice. Achilles looked up from the lesson plan he had been revisiting. A pigtailed little girl was standing before him holding up the copies of Henry Spector. “I’m the class librarian, and I was wondering if you would sign our books, please and thank you.”

From her desk, Penny flashed him a smile.

Oh, what the heck. Might as well enjoy it.

He took her pen and signed away.

*****

Achilles had headed home shortly before lunch after assuring the students he’d be back next Monday to help them revise their first drafts.

What a breath of fresh air! How silly he had been, with all his nerves and yesterday’s sleepless night—the truth of the matter was, he truly had been scared the students would hate him. Would question his qualifications, would see through him for the fraud that he was. They were, after all, his original target audience.

But the students had only been enthusiastic. Too young to recognize any lack of skill, to have judged Henry Spector on its supposed lack of literary merit—all they had wanted was a good story and to meet someone more famous than the local mayor.

Speaking of which, the stories they had shared with him—absolute nonsense, half of them were, but truly, the unabashed, innocent eagerness with which they had shared their tales… he had found it all, for lack of a better, less cheesy word, inspiring.

That being said, he thought to himself as he skipped back into Strawberry Farms. He must take care to stay cautious. No doubt these feelings were partly fueled by his pitiful ego’s need for attention being temporarily appeased (it didn’t matter the attention was coming from nine year olds). It would be best to stay a little wary of it all.

Don’t let it go to your head! This is nothing!

Nevertheless, the morning’s events had undoubtedly enlivened him. After hanging his bag in his closet, he had grabbed the notebook he had begun writing in a week or so ago and skipped back outside to his porch. It was a lovely, lovely day—just the slightest breeze. The smell of crunchy leaves. Voltaire was having fun chasing the newly hatched monarch butterflies.

Feet up on the table, pen in hand. It took only a minute before Achilles found himself writing again with renewed vigor. Something a little different from the adult project he had mentioned to Camille… just a silly little side project for kids, he’d get back to the real thing once this high wore off…

But how easily the words flowed! Only when the sun had begun to set and his words became hard to read did he remember he hadn’t eaten. He tucked his pen behind his ear. Hopefully there was something in the fridge…

“Evenin’.”

Achilles had returned to the porch with a chicken arugula salad in hand to see Shane, back from another long day’s work at Joja.

“These are good for sellin’ now.” Shane approached the porch, turning down Achilles’ offer to sit, and instead showing him the bright red cranberries cupped in his hands. “Take a look.”

“Oh wow!” Achilles reached for one, giving it a little squeeze between his fingers. “This is great! Do we take them to Pierre’s?”

“We can if you want—otherwise, we can just leave ‘em in the shipping bin over there.” Shane nodded towards a large, pale yellow crate that sat near the mailbox. “You can call the city to set a pick-up schedule. I’m thinking maybe Tuesdays and Fridays?”

“Sure, sounds great to me. Tuesdays and Fridays. We’ll call it the Sacred Schedule.”

The edges of Shane’s lips twitched.

“The sprinklers you set up the other day are actually working pretty good. I was impressed.” Shane’s eyes twinkled as he dropped the handful of cranberries into a wicker basket he had brought with him. “It’ll make things a bit easier.”

A bit of backhanded compliment there, but from Shane—Achilles would take it. In all honestly, it had taken him over an hour to get the damn things working, but his fellow farmer didn’t have to know that…

“I was wondering…” To Achilles’ surprise, Shane met his gaze as he wiped his hands against the pockets of what had been a clean Joja hoodie. “Thought maybe I’d cut some hours at Joja, if that’s ok with you. So I can focus more on the farm.”

“If it’s ok with me? Come on, Shane, I’m not your mom—you do whatever you think is best. Yoba knows, you’re the expert here.”

“Huh.” Shane leaned one arm against the porch as he turn to look at the neatly arranged trellises and tangles of green out beyond the pond. A soft smile. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

#llnks #sdv fic #sdv fanfic #stardew fanfic #my fic #stardew alex #stardew penny #stardew shane #stardew oc

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“the things you do for charity”

Pairing: kenma x gn!reader Genre: fluff Summary: kenma's always been a private person, but it was getting increasingly harder to keep his partner off his streams while you live together; so, he decided to join his two loves together for a 24-hour charity stream extravaganza. Word Count: 3,408 Warnings: some swearing, i suppose there are some spoilers from the manga about adult kenma's job? A/N: i'd give my left tit to play some minecraft or mario kart with kenma tbh -Luna

Kenma's career as a popular streamer was one of the many facets of him that shocked you when you’d started dating two years ago. The two of you had first met in an Animal Crossing discord for your city meant for trading and making friends.

After you had gone over to his island to adopt Raymond from him, he let you keep all of your Nook Mile Tickets with the stipulation that you kept in contact with him to "give him updates" about how the cat villager was doing in his new home. His dorky way of trying to flirt with you was what made you pursue him in the first place, and somehow it had led to a very fulfilling relationship.

It was revealed early on that he was a streamer, but he never expanded on it regarding the actual numbers. Curiosity got the best of you one night, and you decided to google him. Besides also learning that he was a YouTuber, you found yourself in awe at the numbers he managed to accumulate across all of his social media.

And if that wasn’t enough, he was also apparently the CEO of his own business.

Once you moved in together around the one-year mark of your relationship, you got to properly witness the amount of work put into streaming and maintaining a social media presence. This also meant that you got to read the wild comments that were left on all of his platforms–and see the occasional surprise nude picture whenever he opened up his DMs around you.

Because of this, Kenma sat you down to have a conversation about your potential appearance on his social media. You both decided by the end of it that his audience would get to know that he was in a committed relationship, but you agreed it would be best to not show your face or reveal any identifying information of yours.

It had been a year since having that conversation, and you’d both stuck to the agreement closely. The most his audience had ever seen of you was your hand whenever you refilled his water bottle for him.

Of course, it was hard sometimes, especially when you had to remain extra quiet around the house and refrain from yelling out a 'baaaabe' whenever you needed something from him, but since he had his own soundproof office, it lessened the room for any accidental error.

Overall, you were content with never showing your face to his audience for the rest of his career. You knew how nasty the internet could get because of their parasocial relationships with influencers and streamers alike, especially when they discovered those influencers and streamers had a partner who wasn't them, even if they knew they never had a chance. You weren't sure your skin was thick enough to deal with rabid angry stans.

Which is why it was so shocking when Kenma decided one day to nix the agreement.

You were in your shared bedroom answering some emails when he came in. He was dressed in a baggy hoodie, sweats, and tied-up hair; his typical look for a stream.

After some time, you noticed that he was still standing in the doorway, not saying anything. When you glanced up at him, you found him awkwardly toying with the strands of hair that had fallen out of his bun, looking down at the ground like he was just waiting for you to notice him.

"Is there something you need, baby?" you asked. "You're just standing there all adorably shy."

"Yeah, so, um, I'm going to be doing a 24-hour stream this weekend to raise money for charity."

"Oh, really? Cool! I guess that means I'll be going to bed alone that night," you joked.

"Yeah, I guess. Um..." He started before scrunching up his face like he was uncomfortable with what he planned to say next.

"What is it? Do you need me to stock up on snacks and energy drinks? Just send me a list. I can pick them up tomorrow."

"No, that's not it. I was thinking of making a stretch goal be you coming on stream so we can play Minecraft or Mario Kart or something...I mean, I totally understand if you don't feel comfortable. I could always replace it with something else. I know they've been wanting to see me dye my hair a bright color and dress up like an e-boy, so--"

"Really!?" you nearly yelled.

"What? That they want me to dress like an e-boy? Yeah, Kuroo said it would–"

"No, I mean..." You tried to fight the confused expression that was growing on your face, but your squinted eyes gave you away. "You really want me on your stream? Like face and all?"

"....Yeah, I really want to be able to share this with you. But don't feel like you have to do it just to make me happy."

It was a large ask when looking at the full picture. Kenma had his fair share of fans and "stans" who lacked boundaries, as seen from a select few who visited your home several times this year, or the handful that found you on social media already just from seeing a glimpse of your college ring on the hand wrapped around Kenma's water bottle.

There could be a chance you could receive direct hate on your social media just because you were a person who dated a popular streamer. You would then be in the public eye with little privacy and have a magnifying glass on all of your actions and words. Anything you did would then reflect on Kenma.

What if you messed something up and then Kenma lost viewers? Would they try to cancel you or him for it?

You backed away from all the negative thoughts before you could spiral and looked at the metaphorical 'pro' column.

If you agreed to appear on his stream, you would no longer have to sneak around your house in fear of being heard or showing up in his face cam. You both wouldn't have to feel guilty playing games off-camera with each other because you knew Kenma could be streaming it instead.

And who knew? Maybe his fans would like you. You had to admit, it would be a nice ego boost knowing that you were accepted by so many people.

And, most importantly: you could physically ask him in person what he wanted for dinner instead of texting him and waiting an hour for a break so he could respond, while you sat in the next room, starving, stuck in an endless cycle of wondering whether you should make a snack or if you should just hold off for dinner.

Maybe this was a good idea.

"Okay,” you decided, “I'll do it."

"Oh... alright. Cool." Kenma was trying his hardest not to show how excited he was that you agreed. When he saw the contemplative look on your face, he was sure you would decide that it'd just be too much work and say no. But hearing you agree made him giddier than he would ever admit to.

Despite the cool and collected façade he thought he was putting on, you saw the smile that threatened to break through and the red tips of his ears. You wondered if he felt the same weight being lifted off his shoulders as you did, knowing that, after this weekend, you'd both be finally out as an official couple to the world.

And, of course, the nausea of having to do all of it live in front of thousands of people. No biggie.

Saturday afternoon came and at 12pm sharp, Kenma began his grueling 24-hour charity stream. The bar had an overall goal of $150,000, and it began filling up at a constant pace right from the start. Donations ranging from $5 to $500 were flowing in rapidly, and you were trying your best not to feel nervous.

You both agreed that if he reached $50,000 within 5 hours, you would join him for an hour or two of Minecraft later that night. Part of you hoped that the donations would slow down and plateau for a bit, but when you saw Kuroo had donated $1000, specifically with the message that he hoped to see you on stream soon, you realized that it was a pipe dream.

So, you had to be your own hype person for now, to get prepared to show your face to thousands of people and not disappoint Kenma.

Whether it was the promise of your face reveal or the people who genuinely adored charity, it took only four hours for Kenma to break $50,000.

When he saw the number update live on stream, the viewers witnessed the most amount of expression Kenma had ever shown: eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape, body frozen. You could see the gears struggling inside his head struggling to turn and comprehend what they all managed to do so early on in the stream.

"Thanks so much, everyone, for being so generous today... I guess this means we'll be having my partner on later tonight," he announced. You watched his chat explode with excitement, his special emotes flying in the chat.

You picked up your phone to shoot Kenma a quick text.

[you]:: hope you're ready to put our minecraft beds together in front of thousands of people 😏

Unsurprisingly, he left you on read. But dating him for this long meant you weren't even a little bit afraid of double or triple texting.

[you]:: maybe we can kiss under the light of an exploding creeper 😫

[you]:: or have a romantic walk through our rainbow sheep while a phantom looms overhead 🥰

It was after the third text when you finally saw him pick up his phone to text you back. You eagerly awaited his response, only to cackle when you read it.

[my sugar daddy]:: im going to replace you with hinata as my partner if you dont stop

Instead of annoying him any further, you set your phone to charge on your nightstand and went into the bathroom to get ready for the stream later.

Once you emerged, you picked up your phone to check the percentage and noticed a text from Kenma stating that he'd have you on at 8pm. You decided to spend the time until then cooking up some dinner for the both of you.

It seemed like time flew by because by the time you were done eating your food, it was 7:45pm. Only fifteen more minutes before you were live in front of all of Kenma's supporters. You refilled your water bottle and sat on the couch, staring at the blank T.V. as you practically dissociated from reality until Kenma came out of his office to retrieve you.

You noticed that he looked just as nervous as you did, despite his face not showing it the way yours did. His shoulders were up to his ears with tension, and his hoodie drawstring was pulled almost all the way through due to him fiddling with it.

He turned briefly to you after he brought you into his office, gesturing to make sure you knew to wait until he gave you the cue. He sat down, unmuted himself, and took down the 'away' screen he had for his audience.

This was it. Everything was going to change in literally ten seconds.

"Well, everyone...please welcome my partner, (Y/N)."

You walked cautiously around his large gaming chair and sat next to him in your modest desk chair that he had rolled into the room for the occasion.

Okay, you thought to yourself, now don't fuck this up.

"Hi, everyone."

Nailed it.

There was a painful moment of silence before the stream finally caught up, and you both heaved a sigh of relief when you saw nothing but declarations of excitement. Amongst the 'AHHHs' and spam of emotes were sweet comments about your appearance and how cute you two looked as a couple. You peeked over at Kenma and saw the ghost of a smile on his lips, elated to know that he was just as relieved as you were.

"Okay, let's start with the gameplay while we answer some questions," he said.

The questions and gameplay started out mild; when did you both start dating, how did you meet, who asked the other out first. They even asked a few simple questions about you specifically, like your favorite anime and your star sign. And while you did see a few bans in the chat after some inappropriate questions –no, you will not tell them the color of your underwear– most were easy and simple enough to answer.

Then they started to get a bit spicier.

"Bokutoslefttit donated $69.69 and asked, 'what is your main pet peeve with Kenma?'" he read, muttering a 'wow' under his breath at the username.

"Ooh, how can I be polite when exposing you?" you pondered while beating a cow to death with your sword. "It's probably how loud he gets whenever he's playing games with his good headphones on."

"I don't get loud," he defended.

"Oh yeah, you do. I've had to come in here several times to tell you to shut up like I'm your mother. I did it literally two days ago when you were playing with Lev."

"... Next question."

You rolled your eyes at his lack of comment but glanced over at the chat to pull up a new question. You stifled a laugh when you read, "Girlboss420 asked 'who has a fatter ass, Kuroo or (Y/N)?'"

"I'm not answering that."

"Come oooon, this is a Q&A. Can't have the Q’s without the A’s."

"Nope."

You were about to start reprimanding him for implying that Kuroo's ass was fatter than yours when you noticed he ran past you with a group of pillagers following closely behind. You turned to head into the house but when you opened the door, you noticed it was blocked off by obsidian.

"You are the absolute worst!" you exclaimed.

You made a break for it, sprinting past the shooting pillagers and around to the front of the house. You made it inside with only 2 hearts to spare. You turned, in real life, to Kenma to see him tight-lipped to avoid smiling about his betrayal.

"I'm moving my bed downstairs for the rest of the stream."

You both carried on with the stream without another incident, turning to the chat every now and again to answer some questions. Kenma even apologized to you by bringing home a horse that was named "I'm sorry."

It was about an hour and a half after you sat down when Kenma decided that he needed a bathroom break. Your heart fell to your ass when you realized that you'd be all alone to entertain his chat. You considered saying that you needed to pee as well, if it meant not having the spotlight on you.

Instead, when he got up to pee, you smiled and asked him to bring you back a snack and a refill. Oh, how the turns have tabled.

In the meantime, you decided to scroll through the chat and some of the donations to pick out another question to answer since Kenma was gone. You were initially looking for a funny or vulgar comment when you saw one that had a completely different vibe.

"Kermithateblog donated $25.00 and asked, 'what's your favorite part about being with Kenma?' Wow, that's a really sweet question. Let me think for a moment."

You paused to reflect on your relationship with Kenma over the two years you’d been together. You'd had your fair share of highs and lows like any other couple, but, in the end, you both learned how to work things out so you were both equally as happy in the relationship.

"So, as you guys know, he's a busy boy with streaming, creating content for YouTube, and also being a CEO of his own company, which all takes up the majority of his time," you began. "But when he finally can shut off his screens and crawls into bed late at night, I know that he's 100% there with me at that moment. He is able to give me his undivided attention and make me feel like his love for me comes above his love for gaming."

You gave a pause, trying not to get too emotional. You rarely got the chance to gush about Kenma because you knew how much he hated having attention on him, so if this was going to be your only opportunity to do so for a while, then you were going to take it.

"What y'all don't know is that he is the biggest baby when it comes to cuddling," you laughed. "He is absolutely the little spoon most of the time, and he loves when I stroke his hair and love on him all night. In a weird way, it makes me feel special and loved knowing that he trusts me enough to be vulnerable with me. I cherish the amount of time we have together because of that."

What you didn't know was that he had come back from refilling your water bottle rather quickly and stood outside the doorway to hear your speech. His heart almost burst when he heard your tender words describing how he made you feel. He knew that you rarely got to hear how much those quiet moments at night meant to him because he was guarded with his feelings.

Which is why he started into the room on a mission.

You smiled as soon as you saw him. "Welcome back, babe, we were just talking about--"

He approached you swiftly and leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hardly even got to bask in the moment before he was pulling away, setting down your water bottle as he sat back down with his controller in hand like he didn't just expose to his audience how much of a softy he really was.

It was in that moment when you realized how glad you were that you’d decided to appear on stream because you'd be able to look back at that clip over and over again to relive the intimate moment.

Noon on Sunday came at last. Kenma would finally be free from the prison of his office. Not to mention he could finally get off his ass and stretch.

Between your official appearance on stream and the sign-off, you popped in a few more times to say hello to the chat when you brought him some snacks and drinks. You stayed up through most of the night, although you accidentally napped for a few hours during the dead of night which gave you a little boost in energy.

In the end, the stream was a monumental success. Kenma had even managed to blow past his goal of $150k and make it to over $200k, which meant that he'd be getting the full e-body makeover for his next week of streams.

By the time Kenma came into your bedroom after freshening up and having a small snack, you were already dead asleep with your laptop propped open to show his now offline stream.

He tip-toed around the bed quietly, closed your laptop, pulled the covers up and over your curled-up body, and slipped in himself. As he settled, he felt you shift and grab at his worn t-shirt, opening your eyes slightly just to confirm that it's him.

He pulled you against his chest tightly, his body finally able to relax. He was sure it wouldn't be too long before he completely fell out.

"That was more fun than I thought it'd be," he heard you utter quietly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." His fingers gently danced across your shoulder blades as you mushed your face into his clean shirt. "I can't believe we raised so much today so quickly."

"I'm so proud of you, baby. You worked so hard on this."

"I also donated $2000 anonymously to speed up the process," he mumbled sheepishly, pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head in hopes to lessen the blow of his secret.

It was quiet for a moment, and he wondered if he’d genuinely pissed you off before he felt the vibrations from your laugh against his chest.

"...I can't wait to ruin your hair, e-boy."

Written by: Luna

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years

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nicknames

Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x reader

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings: none to my knowledge, just a silly thought I strung out

Summary: the things we call each other are an intimate look into how we regard them

“Why do you call him Mandalorian?” Cara was never subtle with you. You had been friends with her for years, and you should’ve known she would notice something after only a few days of your traveling with the three of them.

Shrugging, you looked at her. “I never told you?” You’d completed a lot of tasks together, as a very well balanced pair. And honestly you’d become close quickly, so it surprised you that she didn’t know you inside and out yet.

“I just feel like nicknames are too affectionate. On my home planet they're…” you searched for the word, not wanting to offend her, “intimate? Soft, maybe?”

Cara's dark eyebrows drew together.

“Mando… it sounds like a word some use for ‘dumpling',” you laughed, and her confusion broke - she grinned at you. “Mandu,” you offered, trying to explain. The words were similar under your tongue, thus the core of your problem.

“I cannot walk around professionally and call a warrior I just met dumpling.” And she nodded, laughing along with you.

It was too ridiculous, too cute, and far too intimate. Even without the double meaning, you didn’t want to be overly familiar with the Mandalorian. After all, you would only be traveling with him a few more days, and you’d hardly talked.

The mission went smoothly, however, and you were surprised to find that they offered for you to continue to team up with them. Another set of skills was welcome, and another pair of eyes on the little child was even more so. Your resolve stuck, though. It just didn’t fit, to call him anything other than the title he had given you. And you liked him a bit too much to open that door for yourself.

Din Djarin knew there was something special about you from the very beginning. He wasn’t sure if he liked it, at first, but certainly he had been very aware.

You were interesting, for someone in his field. Not at all the large, muscular fighter that he was used to seeing. But also not a seedy assassin. He’d learned quickly that your skill set came primarily in observation. You had no need to manhandle or shove your way to your bounty, instead choosing to melt into the background and watch until you’d identified the perfect strategy.

It made the first week of the job so much easier, he was content with the idea that you would travel and work with them. But then:

“How did you even know that corridor was there?” Cara was clearly excited by your field work, too. She was hardly paying attention as she walked through his ship into the cockpit.

Shoulders rising slightly, you followed her. “Micro-glitch in the holo-projection shield. I’m sure the Mandalorian's helmet identified it too.” You looked at him.

You looked right at him.

Effortlessly, your eyes found his through the visor. You were smiling a little bit, unaware of his state of shock.

Din had been wearing this helmet long enough to be used to never truly making eye contact with people. Sometimes a person got it right at random, but he could feel the difference – they couldn’t tell. But here you were, your gaze in his casually, like there wasn’t a solid layer between you.

He shrugged, reminding himself to get it together. As you turned back to Cara, he felt like he could breathe again.

Din had heard stories, children’s tales, of catching your soulmate’s eyes across the cantina - or maybe a palace room?, and being drawn together by fate. They were ridiculous, of course, but the very idea that you could bring up the memory was more than jarring.

Still, surely this was a one time thing, and he could forget about it.

For the first few weeks, it seemed like he was right. You rarely directed your gaze in his direction, anyway, being very professional and what he could only assume was shy.

You were more than happy to help with the child sometimes, and you talked freely to Cara, but in his presence you were polite and quiet. All your tasks were completed with efficiency and you would often complete other’s just because of who you were as a person. Normally, this was ideal for him - useless chatter had never been something he was good at. He was more than occupied making sure something was not breaking or mysteriously floating away, or they weren’t in danger. When you offered him silence, he should have been content to do the same, and watch the stars race by.

But… well, Din wasn’t sure he liked that either. Certainly it was strange to feel seen by you, but it felt worse that he could be making you uncomfortable, particularly as his comrade. And the more and more your eyes met his, the more it became exciting, and if maybe he wanted you to be even more than that.

So how could he get more if you hardly ever talked to him? Din shook himself, feeling silly for having zoned out in these thoughts. After all, he didn’t really talk to you, either.

After two months traveling with this strange little group, you were more than settled.

It took no time at all: you had hung up a spare scrap of fabric and made a little room for yourself, and the team functioned like a well oiled machine.

You got up before anyone else, this particular day, and were happy to enjoy the quiet sounds of the Crest as you checked everything needed for the day.

“Good morning, Mandalorian,” you heard the weight of his footsteps through the quiet halls. You didn’t even need to turn around, focused on correcting the flight pattern of the ship.

He had not questioned the use of the full title, had hardly questioned you at all. Outside missions, you two had only had a couple of actual conversations which seemed at first to be just fine. But there was a small nagging in the corner of your mind. His armor and helmet made reading his behavior hard, but you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was off between you two. His body language was … almost gentle with you, not the same as he was with the little one, but as if he was afraid you’d startle if he wasn’t.

Unbeknownst to you, he had grown to like the way you said Mandalorian. It rolled off your tongue, as if it really was his name, as if you liked to say it. Din had been increasingly nervous about making you feel uncomfortable, awkward in his efforts to learn about you enough to make you stay. The prospect of sharing pieces of himself with you had become an indulgent fantasy, if only he could figure out how to talk to you.

“Good morning,” you could hear the sleep at the edges of his voice, and the softness you’d learned to recognize.

You hummed for a moment, thinking, before adding, “Good morning too you, too, little one.” You were rewarded with a sleepy little noise, and you smiled as you finished your task before turning towards them both. Thank goodness the child was awake, and you hadn’t caused any problems. His wide eyes were staring at you from above his father's armored forearm, and you smiled. It was these moments you were reminded of mandu – he was being soft.

You looked up to the Mandalorian, half wanting to tell him, but he stiffened: his shoulders rising and back straightening. Biting your lip, you averted your gaze.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” you turned back towards the stars, letting him think in silence for a moment.

“No,” he said, and you both relaxed. Whatever it was between you was gone for now, and you sat together, listening to the child wake up fully and begin to babble. It occurred to you that maybe he relished these moments, the times in which there were no expectations weighing on his shoulders. You wanted to give him more of those, if possible, to thank him for accepting you into his fold. Besides that, you spent much of your work life manipulating people, and you certainly wanted to establish that you weren’t like that here.

“How did you do that?” his voice, clearer now, interrupted your thoughts.

“Do what?” the Mandalorian rarely initiated conversation with you and it caught you off guard.

“How do you know what… is happening? What is going to happen?” he tone was genuinely curious, and you had to think before you responded. Of course, he knew you mostly just took the time to be more observant, instead of throwing yourself in head first. That’s not what he was asking.

“People are the same wherever you go. The more you watch and the closer you listen, the easier they are to predict,” you said, trying to be both brief and candid. “I was almost no one where I come from. One day, I decided instead of hating that, to use it.”

A small, deep, thoughtful hum came from the helmet beside you.

Silence settled over you for awhile before he quietly begin to talk.

Din told you of his people, his creed, and for the very first time you felt as though you were actually getting to know him. It was nice, not being professional.

“Do you ever want to be seen?” the conclusion of his talking was another surprise for you. Of course, this man who had sworn not to have his face shown would wonder at your apparent comfort with it.

The question felt as if it was seeping into your mind as you pondered it. It occured to you that this conversation had made you ache to be seen by him.

“I think everyone wants that, in their own way,” you said, and as you finally turned towards him, he held your gaze and nodded.

For someone so smart, it was infuriating how you seemed to completely miss the way he was around you.

Din Djarin, a warrior, had finally mustered up the courage to ask you to help him with a bandage on his lower back. The gentle touches and soft brush of your skin against his were foreign, but wonderful.

Unfortunately for him, you had noticed his awkwardness and assumed it was your fault. Ever the problem solver, you’d found a piece of mirror and rigged some wire to hold cleaning pads. It effectively made it easy for him to patch himself up on his own – and ruined the chance for him to steal your touch.

His previous fear had been wrong – you were not soulmates across the room, instead comrades sharing the same space. You were not exactly story royalty, but in spite of that, he was still falling hopelessly for you.

The way you talked to people – who weren’t bounties – with care and kindness. How good you were at your job, and how nice you made their shared space. How you laughed and rolled with the punches that came with this lifestyle. Din had never met anyone quite like you, and beyond all reason, he wanted to know everything about you, share all of himself with you. But you were so clever and polite it made him want to bang his head against a wall.

He couldn’t stop trying though, to get closer to you. Previously, you and Cara had left him and the child occasionally for a personal missions, and it left his feeling strange the entire three days. When you came back his heart had felt light and he wanted desperately to hold onto that feeling.

It wasn’t the same, when Cara went out for the afternoon a day or two after the patch up incident. In fact, he quite enjoyed the jolt of excitement that came with a whole few hours of potential.

Din couldn’t finish his tasks fast enough, even putting the child down for an early nap before nervously setting out to find you.

As expected, you were settled in the common area, reading through articles on your upcoming bounty. He sat next to you, willing himself not to betray his heart with his behavior and scare you away.

He said your name, his blood pumping even before you met his eyes.

“Yes, Mandalorian?” he had no idea why he was so nervous. He’d rehearsed this moment in his mind, it had been aching to be brought to life.

“You… you can call me Din… Djarin.”

It was not exactly as planned.

You’re eyes, ever in his, were wide.

“Din Djarin,” you said it reverently, before saying, “I promise I will keep it safe.”

He held back a small groan. There you went again, being so considerate he was afraid you’d never actually use it.

The frustration overwhelmed him, filling him with boldness and he pressed into your space insistently.

“No,” he said, “Well, do, but use it, please. I cannot stand you calling me Mandalorian like nothing has changed since we first met. I trust you, use it.”

You were adorable, the fear of his confession was damped by how intoxicating it was to be close to you. His hands found you, turning your body in your seat so you were facing him, and settling on the tops of your shoulders. He gently tugged you into him, encouraged that you didn’t pull away, but relaxed into his touch.

“I don’t want to slip,” you said, your voice barely audible.

The forehead of his helmet was so close to yours, you could feel your breath bouncing off of the mask.

“Please,” he said, and it smashed through all the walls you had created.

“Din Djarin,” you said again, tasting it on your tongue. You felt metal above your eyebrows and realized your eyes had closed, savoring the intimacy of the moment. You didn’t open them, allowing your heart to beat at lightspeed, and the tingles radiating from his gloved hands flow through you.

He was being soft with you.

“What if we compromised?” you could hear the smile in your own voice, and he gave a rumbling hum. You wondered if he was as absorbed in this moment as you were, unable to think straight.

“Mandu,” you murmured.

He was silent for awhile, the only indication he heard you being his palms, which slid to where your shoulders curved into your neck.

You could almost hear him thinking.

“I don’t understand,” he finally said, nearly inaudible. Your hands had reached out for him, one wrapping around the armor on his forearm, the other in the soft fabric on the side of his neck. He was distracted, bliss clouding his brain.

“Dumpling,” you said, and if it were anyone else, he would have thrown you across the room. “When you are being my strong and capable leader, you will be Mandalorian,” you continued, unaware that your words and actions were making his whole body fill with warmth and pride. “When you are being yourself, at home with us, I will call you Mandu – it sounds enough like Mando that no one will know it’s because you are truly soft.” He found himself smiling, despite his embarrassment. For you, he was soft. “And I will call you Din when it is just us, and I can be with you as you are now.”

There was no question that these moments would come again. He had made you give in to reading him completely, without any personal doubts.

“Okay, cyar’ika.”

Taglist: @fangirl-316 @scribbledghost

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agent-whiskeys-sweetheart · 3 years

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Meant To Be (iv)

Pairing: Hotch x F!Reader

Summary: Once the team is back you all go out for drinks and your connection to Rossi becomes increasingly evident. The following day at work you get your first chance to work in the field.

Warnings: None! Just the slow burn as usual.

Word Count: 5,751

A/N: As always, thank you all so much for your continued support! It means so much to me! I just wanted to warn you guys that I may not be able to update as often as I would like for a while. School just started for me and my schedule doesn’t really allow for “free time” at the moment. Just know that I am working as quick as I can and I always look forward to sharing more with all of you. Thank you for your patience. I love you all so much!

Today goes by much more quickly than the last few weeks. Garcia helped to make the time pass a little faster but most days you were hanging on by a thread. Now that the whole team is back you feel more hopeful about your future amongst them. As the others do their required reports you make your way down to Garcia’s office. There is a bit of paperwork for the two of you to complete as well but it’s much different and a lot shorter than the rest of the team’s. At this point, you are able to walk into her office without even knocking.

“Hey cupcake! Ready to finish things up?”

“You know it.” Pulling your chair around you saddle up beside her. The paperwork is already laid out in front of her and she pushes a few sheets over to you. Thumbing through the few pages that there are you ask her for something to write with. What she gives to you is a small boring ballpoint pen. With a pang of betrayal in your eyes you look at her. “So what, I’m not good enough for the fun pens now?”

“Oh I’m sorry your highness. I thought you’d want a professional pen for your first round of professional paperwork.” Taking it out of your hand, she reaches over and retrieves a new pen that is a bright sparkling pink with a tuft of brightly colored fluff on the end.

“Thank you. Much better.” She laughs, nudging your knee with her own. The two of you set about filling out the reports. Every so often you ask her a question which she happily answers before going about finishing up her own. It only takes you both about fifteen minutes, leaving you time to talk before the rest of the team gets done.

“Did you get a chance to talk to Morgan?” Hearing her mention him for about the ten thousandth time makes you roll your eyes.

“Yes, I did. You know what, he didn’t mention you at all.”

“I wish I believed you but we both know that man is obsessed with me. What did you guys talk about?”

“Oh, so we’re feeling especially nosy today, aren’t we?”

“Always my sweet.” You love the ever adorable smile on her face.

“He was just telling me that he was impressed with my work on the case. He also told me that everyone is going out for drinks tonight and he invited me to come along.”

“Are you gonna go?” She asks even though she knows the answer.

“Yeah, of course. This is my first real chance to get to know the rest of the team. I mean, I already know Morgan pretty well I feel like but everyone else is basically a stranger to me.”

“I know. It’s gonna be a lot of fun. And of course I’m going with you.”

“I would expect nothing less from you my dear.” She gives another big toothy grin, causing you to smile as well. Looking back at the clock you stack up your papers and grab Garcia’s as well, heading toward the door. “I’m gonna go hand these in to Hotch.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you!” She says, watching the expression on your face change at the mention of your boss. “Are you still mad at him?”

“No, I was never mad at him. Was I frustrated with his decision? Of course but I don’t dislike him for it. He was doing what he thought was right. Besides, he already apologized to me.”

“Hotch apologized to you? For a decision that HE made?”

“Yeah.” Garcia pulls your chair back around and points to it.

“Okay you can’t tell me that and just leave. I need details.” Laughing you go back over and sit, putting the papers back on the desk.

“There’s not much to tell. Before he left he said he wanted to talk to me so he could ‘evaluate my abilities’. He called me in just a little bit ago. It went pretty well I think. He apologized for being harsh and said that on the next case he wanted me in the field. He also apologized for not remembering me when we met. So, yeah. We’re all good.”

“Okay, so why did you make a face?”

“What face?”

“Oh come on, you totally know you made a face. When you said you were gonna go to Hotch’s office you made ... a face.”

“Okay, well I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Even so, it happened so what’s the deal?”

“It’s nothing. I don’t know.” Hearing your awful dismissal, her nose scrunches up as she watches you with narrowed eyes.

“Yeah, something is definitely going on with you. I’m all ears my love. You know that you can tell me anything, right?” The genuine expression on her face tempts you to tell her every thought that’s gone through head from the very first moment you met Hotch. However, you are having enough trouble understanding your own feelings. There is no point in sharing them right now.

“Yeah, I know. It is truly nothing. I’m just nervous that he might change his mind about me working the next case, that’s all.” This answer seems to satisfy her as she pats your knee.

“Trust me, he won’t. You are an amazing agent and you are going to do great out there. And if he doesn’t like it he can just--”

“I can just what Garcia?” The sound of Hotch’s deep voice makes both of you jump as you look behind you where he is looming in the doorway. His presence is entirely commanding, the power that he exudes seeming very evident to you now. Garcia clears her throat as she looks between the two of you, adjusting her glasses.

“I was saying that you can just make an informed and valid evaluation and we will be entirely respectful of whatever you decide.”

“Right,” He says with a ghost of a smile, walking a little further into the office. “I came down to see if you had any questions about the paperwork. I know this is your first report, I didn’t want you to get lost.” This he says to you as he makes his way closer.

“It was actually pretty straightforward. I have it done if you’d like to take a look at it though.” Reaching behind yourself, you grab the report and hand it to him. With a nod he begins to scan through the pages, flipping through them fairly quickly.

“Exemplary. I’ll just take this up to my office. Garcia?” Without needing any further instruction, she grabs her own report and hands it to him. Just like that he’s gone again, leaving Garcia stunned.

“Wow. He must be in a really good mood.” She adds.

“What do you mean? I mean, how do you know?”

“Hotch doesn’t do that kind of stuff. If you had a question he would have expected you to take the initiative to ask. He normally wouldn’t have even considered making the trip so something must be different. That was ... just not in his nature.” Pondering the implications of her statement you settle for a small shrug.

“I guess he was just being nice. No need to wonder why he did it.”

“Yeah, I guess not. Well that takes care of that. I honestly don’t have anything else for you to do right now. You could probably go ahead and ask Hotch if you can leave for the day.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that. I wouldn’t mind a shower before we all meet up later.” With that you stretch and make your way towards the door.

“Have a good afternoon my dear. I look forward to seeing you later.”

“Thanks Pen. I’ll see you later.” Once she waves goodbye you leave her office, cracking the door behind you. Stepping into the elevator, you slink against the wall. Even though there’s nothing for you to do, the idea of asking to leave this early in the day makes you uneasy.

Once you’re back on the main floor you make a beeline for Morgan’s desk. The sight of you in his peripheral causes him to look up.

“Don’t you ever hang out at your own desk?”

“You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if I didn’t come bug you every five minutes.” This makes him laugh as he sets down his pen.

“We’ll never know until you try,” Faking offense, you cross your arms. “I’m just teasing you kid. What’s up?”

“Well me and Garcia finished our paperwork and she doesn’t need help with anything for the rest of the day so I was gonna go ask Hotch if I could leave early. If he says yes I’ll need to know the name of the place we’re going tonight so I can meet you there.”

“Good luck getting Hotch to agree to that but on the off chance that he does, I can write down the address for you.”

“Sounds good. Better start writing then bud.” Glancing back over your shoulder teasingly you walk up to Hotch’s office, knocking sharply. Hearing him beckon you inside, you step through the door.

“I wanted to let you know that I talked with Garcia and she doesn’t have anything for me to do right now. Nobody else needs help either so I was wondering if there was anything you needed from me.”

“I don’t believe so. Usually today would mainly be spent doing paperwork but since you have less than the others if you’re finished I would be alright letting you leave early.” Hiding a smile, you nod.

“Thank you sir. I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You go to leave but he stops you before you can get out the door.

“L/N,” When you turn to look at him you see that same softness in his eyes as you did during your earlier conversation. “I was curious ... are you doing anything tonight? Anything recreational, I mean. An important thing to try and do is find time for yourself. This job is incredibly stressful and can take a lot out of you. It would be good for you to find some time each week to do something ... fun.”

This seems like a very light-hearted thing to be coming out of his mouth. He carries himself very professionally. There hasn’t been a moment so far when you’ve seen him unwind so hearing him talk about having fun each week seems a bit odd. However you take the advice to heart. Anything he has to offer you want to remember. “I actually am sir. I was going out to have a drink with the rest of the team.” As you say this you suddenly realize that he may not have already been invited. Feeling guilty you offer a smile. “Did you plan on coming as well?” By the look on his face you can tell that he is unaware of the event however he doesn’t seem upset.

“No but thank you for asking. I need to go home and get some rest.”

“Of course. That’s a very smart decision. If you ever want to though ... go out for a drink with us, I mean. You’re always more than welcome in my book.” The genuine kindness in your eyes when you look at him causes Aaron’s heart to clench and for some reason, this time he doesn’t try to stop it. God, how can one person be so good?

“I appreciate the gesture. I’ll keep that in mind next time,” The two of you stare deeply into one another and for a moment, just one brief fleeting moment, you are just a man and a woman filled with yearning. It passes quickly and you convince yourself that it didn’t even happen. “Go, enjoy your free afternoon and have fun this evening. It’s important for you to bond with your team members.”

“Thank you sir.” As you’re about to leave he stops you one last time.

“One more thing,” There is a second of hesitation. “You don’t have to call me sir all the time. A bit of formality when we’re on the job is appropriate but you can just call me Hotch. Everyone does.”

“Got it. In that case I hope you have a good evening Hotch.” When you step out of his office you can feel your heart beating rapidly. Every time you start to get your feelings in check he looks at you like that and you melt at his feet. It’s nothing but a stupid crush though. You’ll get over it. It’s not like he has feelings for you anyway so there’s no point in entertaining a fantasy. As lovely a fantasy as it is.

“Hey, Y/N,” Emily stops you as you make your way towards Morgan’s desk. “I wanted to tell you, really great job on this case. The work you did was great. You should feel very proud of yourself.”

“Oh, thank you. I appreciate that.” You nod in gratitude.

“Of course. I’m excited to see what you can do in the field. If you’re that good in an office you’re gonna be a force out in the world.”

“I’m excited too. Hopefully I don’t disappoint any of you.”

“You won’t. We’re all on your side here. No matter what happens, we all just want to help you be successful. I promise.”

“That ... makes me feel a lot better actually. Thanks.” She gives you a kind smile, pushing back away from her desk to face you.

“Absolutely. Hey, are you coming out with us tonight?”

“Yeah, Morgan invited me earlier. I was actually about to go get the address from him since I’m headed out for the day.” She doesn’t say anything for a moment, frozen as if she’s buffering.

“Hotch is letting you leave early?”

“Yeah. I finished all my work with Garcia so he’s letting me go.”

“Well, whatever you did to get on his good side, keep it up.” She jokes, turning back to her own paperwork. The continued mention of Hotch’s graciousness with you threatens to go to your head but you fight to keep your daydreaming in check.

“When I figure out what the secret is I’ll let you know.” You kid back before leaving her to continue her work. Morgan seems to be almost finished when you make your way back over to him. Upon seeing you hovering he stops briefly to look up at you. The look on your face tells him everything he needs to know and he lets out a chuckle.

“No way. He’s really letting you leave?” Giving him nothing more than a nod you shift your weight as you watch him grab a piece of paper and write down the address. “I guess you earned this fair and square then. We’ll all meet up at eight. Sound okay?”

“For sure. See you then.” With a smile you stroll out the main doors.

++++++++++

As soon as you step in the door you drop your things to the floor and flop onto the couch. It has been a very short day and yet you feel a strange weight on your shoulders. Hearing everyone’s disbelief at the idea of Hotch being so relaxed with you had sent your mind spiraling with thoughts. Even though you know it was nothing it is hard not to entertain the ideas that come to your head. With a frustrated sigh you push yourself up and head for the bathroom.

Once you step inside your small shower the pressure of the warm water on your back immediately makes you slump over with relief. The strange sense of tension in your body melts away with each droplet as they disappear down the drain. Reveling in the feeling, you take a bit longer than normal to enjoy the time to yourself. After being clean you feel that you can no longer justify lingering in the water so you turn the knob and step out to dry off. The soft material of the towel elevates the feeling of relaxation in your body.

Throwing a robe on you make your way to the bedroom, flinging yourself onto the bed with your phone in hand. Suddenly feeling very mischievous you take an adorably flirtatious picture of yourself in your robe, well cleaned and blissful, which you send to Garcia.

Having fun all alone at work Pen?

I think that I hate you.

The response makes you giggle as you head out to the kitchen to grab a snack. There is a chocolate bar on the top shelf that you’ve forgotten about which you happily grab before plopping down on the couch. Turning the tv on to your favorite station you sit there, impatiently waiting for eight. The day feels impossibly long but once you see that it’s seven you decide to get dressed.

After several minutes of trying to figure out what to wear you decide to keep things casual. You’re not at work tonight. It’s just you and the team spending time together as friends, not agents. The thought alone makes you smile. After a bit longer you figure it’s a good time to head out and make your way to your car. Typing the address into your GPS you pull out and make the drive to the bar Morgan told you to meet at. It is surprisingly close to your apartment complex. When you step inside the building it seems to be fairly empty. There is no sign of the others yet so you make your way over to a table to wait. Cursing your preparedness you fidget with your shirt until you hear the doors open, announcing the arrival of the others.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Morgan immediately calls out upon seeing you. With a smile you stand to meet him as he wraps you up in a hug.

“Hey! Nice of you to show up.” You add jokingly, turning your attention quickly to the others. Emily steps forward next and also gives you a hug. JJ follows with a sweet smile. Spencer offers a handshake, as has become the custom between the two of you. Garcia pushes her way to the front and nearly suffocates you before letting you go with a laugh. At the back of the group is Rossi. His presence is mildly surprising to you but you offer him a small smile. Seeing him brings to mind the recent conversation you have had with your sister but you push those thoughts aside. Rather than embracing you he places a gentle hand on your arm.

“It’s nice to see you again.” He adds, trying to alleviate the tension.

“Yeah, likewise. I know we haven’t really had a chance to talk to one another yet. Hopefully we can clear that up tonight!”

“Sounds nice.” With a nod, you turn back towards the others. They all take up residence at the table you had already picked out. Squeezing in between Garcia and Morgan, you can’t help but smile shyly at the people around you. They immediately strike up conversation, talking like the oldest of friends. Just being amongst them means so much to you. Hearing your name you are drawn back out of your thoughts.

“Sorry what?” There is a uniform chuckle from the group.

“I asked if you wanted something to drink?” Emily speaks up.

“Oh yeah. Sorry.” She starts standing but Rossi stops her.

“Actually, let me get this one,” The action causes you to look between the two, a strange feeling in your chest. “What’re you having?” After telling him your drink order he disappears with a nod. The others continue the conversation as though nothing has happened and you quickly rejoin them. When Rossi comes back over he hands your drink to you first and then passes drinks around to the others.

As the night goes on you share moments with everyone, getting to know them better and allowing them to know you. Emily and you discuss the stresses of being a woman in this field and she gives you several pieces of advice to stay afloat, which you always appreciate. Spencer recommends some pieces of literature to you which you take mental note of. JJ and you get into a conversation about your sisters, confiding in one another as you share stories. Morgan makes light hearted jokes with you as you talk about some of your favorite movies together. Garcia doesn’t do much talking but she does pull you away from the table to dance when one of her favorite songs comes on. Rossi doesn’t talk much either, instead choosing to sit back and watch with a look that seems to be fatherly pride.

After a while of dancing with Morgan and Garcia you decide to go sit back down, a wide smile on your face. At the table Emily, JJ, and Spencer seem to be in a heated discussion about chess. Deciding to leave them alone you instead make your way to sit down next to Rossi. As you do so he smiles at you warmly.

“Having fun?” He inquires, glancing at you briefly.

“Yeah. I really am. It’s really nice getting to spend time with all of you like this. I feel like I’ve been waiting all my life to be part of a family like this and now that I am it’s like I just can’t get enough.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I’ve heard some people say we can’t choose our families but nights like this just go to show how wrong that is.”

“Yeah, exactly.” With that, the two of you sit in content silence. The quietness between the two of you leaves time to think. Your sister’s words continue to ring in your head as you wrack ever corner of your memory for how you might possibly know the man sitting next to you. With a sigh of frustration you come up completely blank. As you ponder this you also begin to wonder if he might be having the same thoughts and decide there’s no way to find out without asking.

“So, I hope this doesn’t sound too weird but I’ve been thinking about this since we first met. I just have the strange feeling that you and I know each other somehow but I just can’t recall where from.” It all comes out at once as you shift in your seat to look at Rossi. When you say this he allows himself a moment to think before responding.

“That’s not weird at all. I’ve been thinking the same thing. There is something about you that is so familiar but I just can’t quite remember how I know you.” Hearing him say this helps to validate your confusion and you offer him a kind smile.

“Well, I guess we know each other now. That’s what’s important, right?” In his eyes there is that same sense of fatherly joy and it causes a pang of sadness to creep into your chest for a moment. Quickly deciding that it’s better to just enjoy it rather than dwell in the past, you nod slowly. “Thanks for the drink.”

“Anytime kiddo. I’m glad we do know each other now.”

With that you mutually decide the conversation is over and you stand with a stretch. Morgan and Garcia seem to be the drunkest of anyone at this point and you laugh as you watch them stumble all over each other as they “dance”. Emily, JJ, and Spencer still seem to be deep in conversation. Looking at the time you decide that it’s probably best for you to turn in for the night. “Hey guys.” You raise your voice slightly so they can all hear you as you make your way over to them.

“I think I should probably head home.” They collectively whine for a minute which causes you to laugh. “It’s okay, I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Seeming satisfied with this answer they all get up to hug you as you thank them for a fun evening and head outside. Rossi sticks to your side and walks out the front doors with you.

“Would it be okay if I drove you home? I feel wrong about sending you home alone after you’ve been drinking.”

“Yeah, that would be okay. I actually only live a few minutes from here anyway.” With a nod he heads back towards the bar. As you make your way over to your car you can here him call inside to the others.

“Don’t any of you even think about setting foot inside a car yet. I’ll be back in a few minutes to drive you home.” With a chuckle you unlock the door and step inside. He slips into the driver’s seat and you give him directions back to your apartment. The drive is silent and quick. When you arrive you thank him as you both step out.

“Wait, how are you gonna get back?” You say, realizing that you’ve stranded him at your apartment complex since he took your car.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be alright. You get inside and get some rest.” With another expression of gratitude you head upstairs and make your way into your apartment. Stripping as you make your way to the bedroom you flop down on the bed, unable to keep your eyes open.

++++++++++

This morning you are awake bright and early, surprisingly ready to start your day. By this point you’ve begun to get into a routine before you head out for work. Your clothes are always laid out on the chair and your work materials are on the kitchen table. You make a quick breakfast then give your sister a quick good morning phone call before heading out the door and showing up to work promptly at five.

When you step inside the building this morning you are one of the first people there. Setting your things down at your desk you head over to the coffee machine, deciding an extra little boost might not be so bad. After setting it up you wait patiently for it to brew. A few minutes later you are very aware of a presence next to you. When you look back over your shoulder you are greeted by Hotch, seemingly very awake and as professional as ever.

“Good morning, Y/N.” The sound of your first name on his tongue doesn’t escape your attention as you take a small breath.

“Morning Hotch,” Hearing yourself say his name is equally as pleasant to you as you revel in the blooming bond between you.

“How was your evening?” Thinking back to the night you shared with your other team members you can’t help but smile.

“It was really wonderful. I had a great time. It was nice getting a chance to learn more about everyone. It really makes me feel connected ... like I’m truly a part of the team. You know?”

“I do. I’m very happy to hear that you had a good time.” With a nod, you look back down for a moment as you think of what to say.

“How did you sleep last night? I hope you were able to rest.”

“I slept well, thank you. I spent the evening with my son, Jack.” Hearing this takes you aback. The fact that he has a son is news to you. It’s not bad news, just a bit surprising. However, the more you think about it the more fitting it seems that he would have a kid.

“That sounds lovely. I didn’t know you had a son.”

“Yes, he’s two now. The nights I get to spend with him are always some of the best.” The thought of Hotchner taking care of a young baby sends a warm feeling spiraling through your chest.

“I can imagine,” You say, unable to hold back a small smile. “I don’t have any children but if I did ... god, they’d be my world.”

As much as you try not to think about it, for the briefest moment an image of you and Aaron laying in bed with a few babies of your own flashes in your mind. Scolding yourself harshly you erase the image and turn back towards the coffee machine. You look away just in time to miss the same dreamy look cross over Aaron’s face as the exact same vision passes through his own thoughts. It’s these moments of silence between the two of you that dare you to dream. It isn’t awkward. It has all the familiarity and comfort of a silence shared between two people that have known each other all their lives.

“That’s exactly how it feels. He means everything to me. He is the biggest thing that makes this job worthwhile. I want him to look back on his life when he’s older and be proud of the man his dad was.”

“Jack will always be proud of who his dad is. That’s a feeling that doesn’t fade over time. At least, not when you know he loves you. And when you know you love him. I’ve never--” There is a brief moment of hesitation as you wonder whether or not you should continue your train of thought. “I’ve always been proud of who my dad was. I always will be, no matter how much time passes. It’s one of the biggest things I remember about him. How much I loved him. That’s a hard feeling to forget. Jack won’t forget either.”

In this moment, Aaron Hotchner has never wanted to embrace someone so badly. Every fiber of his being is itching to reach out and touch you, to pull you close, kiss the top of your head, tell you that everything will be alright, tell you how sorry he is that you lost your dad, thank you for comforting him, caress your face, tenderly press his lips to yours, and just hold you. But he can’t. So he doesn’t.

“Thank you. That’s nice to hear.” Is all he can muster before he falls silent again. Content with this, you stay silent as well as you both simply enjoy each other’s company. A few minutes later the coffee is finished brewing and you pull the pot out to pour some for yourself and Hotch. With a nod of gratitude he makes his way back up to his office, leaving you there alone but strangely full and warm.

Needing a distraction you head back to your desk and begin pulling paperwork out of some nearby drawers to begin filing. You keep yourself occupied like this for a few more minutes before the other agents begin entering the bullpen. Morgan ruffles your hair as he passes by you causing you to punch him. The others come in, talking amongst themselves and greeting you warmly as they pass by. You quickly join in on the conversation as you all begin your work.

Pretty soon JJ disappears to her own office and Garcia disappears to hers, leaving you, Morgan, Emily, and Spencer to do your own paperwork. Things remain uneventful as you look over your materials, stopping every now and again to ask Morgan a question. As you do your work you can’t help but glance up towards Hotch’s office every once in awhile. Your interaction with him had been very strangely intimate and you almost wanted to speak with him more about it but you knew that both of you had things to do. And even if you didn’t it was in the past and didn’t need to be dredged up again. It’s better this way. Around lunchtime you head down to Garcia’s office, joining her for some light hearted conversation. She has also packed you some snacks she knows you love and the gesture warms your heart. It is a very pleasant afternoon, feeling reminiscent of the time you spent shut up in her office on this last case.

After a while you decide to head back up to your desk to continue your work. The day is passing fairly slowly until JJ suddenly draws your attention and calls you into the conference room. There is a new case that you all need to be prepped for. Now everything around you is passing at lightning speed. Preparing your things you head up to the conference room with the others, buzzing with excitement. When you step inside you realize you’ve never been in this room before. In an instant you are flooded with the gravity of what you’re doing. This is the culmination of years and years worth of hard work and you are finally being presented the chance to do what you’ve always wanted to do. It is both liberating and completely terrifying.

JJ begins her debriefing very succinctly, telling you all the facts of the case. You listen intently, absorbing every single piece of information she gives to you. The others pitch in when the moment is right but you remain silent as you simply take in what everyone is saying. Several gruesome images are pulled up on the screen in front of you and for the first time since you’ve stepped foot in this building your stomach turns. Six homeless people have been murdered in the Phoenix area. Their bodies have all been left in widely public places with various messages written on their skin with blood. All the messages are different but point to someone with a serious hatred for big corporations. They have all been left in different parts of Phoenix, leaving a wide geographical profile which will pose a challenge. Once the debriefing is finished Hotch is the first to speak.

“You all know the drill. Wheels up in thirty.” Everyone nods and begins heading for their desks. You follow closely, pulling your go bag out of your bottom desk drawer. Checking inside to make sure you have everything you need, you gather the rest of your things and head towards the doors. As you stand at the threshold you feel a hand on your shoulder. Once again you are met with Hotch’s intense gaze though his expression seems strangely soft.

“Y/N, I want to make sure you feel ready to get into the field. I know this will be your first case with the rest of the team and I want you to be prepared. This won’t be pretty and it will take a lot out of you.”

“I’m ready, Hotch. I was ready the moment I walked through these doors.” Keeping his eyes locked on yours he responds with a nod before walking away. You head in the direction of the jet, steadying yourself. This is your big moment to prove yourself. To Hotch, to the team, and to yourself. You are ready. You’ve been ready for a long time now and nothing is going to stop you from getting out there and putting whoever is doing this away. Determination fills you with every step you take. No matter what happens, you will not fail.

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