#Vincent. Standing there. In his boxers and a shirt. And they just stare at each other like o_o for a few seconds

[casimania]

I finished Professionals and if they don't get a second season I'm gonna die

Like yeaah the dialogues were cheesy and the plot a little packed but it was fun! And that's what's important for me. Also shame on me but I like some cheesy dialogues lol

I l o v e d Peter, he's the one I'm the most excited about seeing more about, like yeah Vincent was badass and I'm curious about the stuff that happened to him and Grace in the past but Peter was my favorite! And i want to see meow Grace too, after the Congo thing she understandably disappeared a bit but it's a shame, I want to see more Grace action. And Vincent still has to deal Danny, I don't believe one moment they're just done there and he probably still has to process it (but it does set a a good parallel with Peter and Zora and I think what they've been through together and the fact that Danny's so young is making it so hard for Vincent to distance himself from him, but even Peter trusted Zora until he was faced with the truth). Also the "was in a fugue state for basically 9 months" thing and traumatic flashbacks? Someone wrap Grace and Vincent in a blanket for me because apparently they don't do it themselves?

Also Neumann grew on me, he did go overboard but like, Vincent did kinda fuck him over at the start and put in danger not only Elias and himself but their families too. But he's on to a promising future and Elias is present too even if in a different role. And I didn't expect to like Tate and Kolo so much like wtf? Something like 4 episode and I hope they appear again they're so cool and their chemistry was off the charts (👀). I also sure hope in seeing more Romy, Trig, Hacksaw (and now Neumann) and Vincent dynamics, after saying the team can be like family and seeing them in a more high stakes situation in season 1 it would be nice to see more of them in their personal lives (like Trig w his job and family) and giving each other emotional support.

I'm just so curious about season 2, the stuff with Zora isn't done yet, she's as bullheaded as Peter and won't let go easily. With such an abrupt ending I MUST know what happens!!

It's a shame even Tom Welling is starting to be annoyed with the whole airing around the world issue cause it's kind of seeing them back, but maybe now that the dvd out they'll be getting a little more views.

#Talking Tag #Overall they could have gone with like 5 more episodes or less mini plots but I was overall happy #It had a season 1 feel but I love cheesy action comedy flicks so #👌😁 #Also THE BOAT EXPLODED. A bit of Vincent's home also exploded #While they group up against Zora I wanna see him having to stay with someone #Like it makes no sense to go off on his own since the danger is still there #Trig st least has his kids to visit in his off time and Romy and Neumann are in a fresh relationship #I wanna see Peter and Grace hiding off somewhere and telling him he can just catch some sleep there #And he's trying to be 'nah I got people to see and stuff to do' #But ends up crashing on their couch anyway and they've left him blankets and a change of clothes and he's just '... I've been had' #Also I'm far enough down the tags I can start with the weird shipping stuff #Jane and Hacksaw start seeing each other and sneak inside cause they're just starting to know each other #(this is fast forward a couple of years maybe the team is not working for them anymore but they do know ewch other so lol) #He says goodbye and tries to sneak out in the morning but he takes a turn around a corner and there's just #Vincent. Standing there. In his boxers and a shirt. And they just stare at each other like o_o for a few seconds #Until Peter and Grace come out of the room behind Vincent also in their pjs and looking like o_o #And then he eas on the phone with Jane on his way out and they all loudly hear Jane go 'Hey Seesaw you there??' #They end up having a very awkward breakfast together #Jack and Vincent look like they want to bolt. Grace is just trying not to laugh. Jane tries not to make eye contact with her dad #And Peter keeps looking between Jack and Jane #Jack and Vincent do the walk of shame back together #They're working on something so they have to go to the same place #Different vehicles but they arrive at the same time and won't look at each other #Of course the others are immediately on it #Also bad joke but at some point Peter makes some joke about some people calling Vincent 'Cowboy' #He's like 'oh oh so I see' #Grace can't keep from laughing this time and Vincent is like 'Oh you thinks you're funn!!' #And Peter's just like 'Yep' 😁 #Next time someone goes Vincent 'Cowboy' Corbo he cringes and Peter and Grace look at each other and snicker

[youralwaysandforever]

the muggleborn Slytherin

Draco Malfoy x Female!Reader

disclaimer; English is not my first language, I am sorry for any mistakes!

summary: as a muggleborn, it should be impossible to be sorted into Slytherin, right?! Well, it wasn’t, at least for you, you were sorted in Slytherin House and that’s when your nightmare started. Because of your origins, some of your housemates were bullying you, until one day, none other than Draco Malfoy rescued you. (set during the Half-Blood Prince)

warning: strong language, sensitive content (such as panic attacks, violence), graphic sexual scenes.

“Watch where you going, mudblood!”, Gregory Goyle made a disgusting face, as he bumped into me in the hallway.

“You should watch where you’re going, Goyle”, I said back and had been about to move past him when he grasped me by my wrist, making me face him, “Let me go, Gregory”, I demanded and he only chuckled.

“I have a way to shut that pretty mouth of yours”, he whispered to my ear and I tried to get out of his grip but he had been too strong.

“Goyle”, I turned my head to watch two-thirds of the Golden Trio marching towards us, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, “Let her go, this instance!”, the redhead growled and Goyle sneered.

“You want to go the Headmaster’s office?”, Hermione inquired, “Prefects, remember?!”

Gregory released my hand.

“This ain’t over, Heywood”, he said glaring at me and walked away.

“You alright?!”, Weasley asked and I nodded, my eyes on Gregory’s retreating form.

“Amelia?”, I glanced at the Gryffindor Princess who had been offering a smile, “You sure, you’re okay?”

“Yeah”, I sighed, and then my eyes noticed a familiar presence behind them, blond hair and piercing gray eyes looking at me. “You heading to the Great Hall?”

They nodded at me and we walked together till there.

After lunch, we had Transfiguration Class, I had been sitting next to Blaise, one part of the Silver Trio, I had been extremely close with him, he had been my best friend. He had not cared about my heritage, probably the only Slytherin that hadn’t. Suddenly a paper flew in front of me, I opened it under the desk.

"I’ll soon have your lips around my dick, that would be a better use for that filthy mouth of yours. G.G."

I sighed deeply, I couldn’t even turn and look at him. I asked to be excused by Professor McGonagall and as I could, I rushed out of the classroom.

I had reached the Astronomy Tower without realizing it. I kneeled to the ground and buried my face on my knees, trying to calm myself.

A while later, I heard footsteps approaching me and I quickly withdrew my wand pointing it at the entrance of the tower.

“Heywood, it’s me”, he had his hands on the air and I sighed.

“What are you doing here?”

“What did he tell you?”, he asked back and I gave him a look, “Goyle”, he knew? How could he have known?

“Nothing”, I uttered and sat back in the ground. “It’s none of your concern anyway”

“Blaise told me that he has been harassing you”

“It isn’t only Gregory”, I exhaled, glancing at his eyes, “Since the beginning of the year, he and Crabbe have been saying what they plan to do to me once the war breaks loose”

Malfoy kneeled down beside me and leaned his head against the wall.

“You should leave England”, he let out and I looked at him, he had been staring at me. “Once the war starts there wouldn’t be a place that you’ll be safe here”

“Yes, there is”, I answered him, “Draco”, his eyes had been burrowing onto mine. “I plan to join the Order”

“You shouldn’t have told me that”

“Please, you must talk to the others and make them join as well”, I turned my body facing him completely, “We may be Slytherins but not even Salazar himself would approve of this”

“They won’t listen to me and even if they did, I’m not the one I should speak to them”

My hand shot to his left sleeve but he had faster and caught my hand before I could reach him, cursing his Seeker reflexes, pulling me into his lap in the process.

“Amelia”, he warned but I ignored him and took hold of his hand and pushed his sleeve down and saw the Dark Mark.

“I’m not shocked”, I traced my fingers over the blank ink, “I’ve suspected since you stopped writing to me”

“I don’t want to drag you along with me”

“Too late”, I muttered and crashed my lips on his, he replied immediately, fastening his arms around me.

I had shoved my tongue deep into his mouth and he moaned, sending vibrations to my entire body. Then his large hands slid under my skirt, gripping my hips harshly and I started to rock my hips against his, we let out a joined moan. He launched his mouth on my neck, I bent my head backwards, granting him more access. He placed his teeth on the sensitive spot on my collarbone, making me arch my back for him. He quickly unbuttoned my shirt, let warm kisses all over my chest while my hands had been gripping his soft hair. His fingertips had been close to my center and I attached our lips again, kissing hungrier than before.

“Amelia”, he moaned against our mouths and I stared into his gorgeous silvery eyes, “I’ve missed you, love”

“And I you”, he smirked and pecked my lips gently.

“I promise you that they shall not touch you”, Draco whispered to me, I grinned before kissing him again.

A week passed and they hadn’t approached me, I felt thankful. I have been spending most of my time with Blaise and Theodore, or Hermione, with whom I have been partnered for our Potions project.

Sunday. I had been heading to Hogsmeade alongside Theo and as we had been walking together down the snowy path, I saw Goyle and Crabbe approaching us.

“Nott. Heywood.”, Gregory greeted us with a smirk.

“Move it”, Theo warned as I stepped closer to him.

“Isn’t that sweet?”, Goyle sneered, “I wondered what Draco would have to say about it”

And before I could answer, Crabbe had already hexed Theodore, throwing him to the side while pointing his wand on Theodore’s throat. I’ve been standing alone with him. I’ve already been clenching my wand in my hand, Gregory smiled at me and approached slowly. I stood my ground, wanting to show him that I wasn’t fearing him. He brushed a curl of my hair away from my eyes, I shivered when his cold finger touched my cheek.

“So beautiful, yet a filth”, I glared at him and before I could react he snatched my wand and broke it, I felt the cracking in my heart.

“You’ll pay for this”, I swore and he just laughed, then he slapped me so hard across the face that I lost my balance and fell to the ground. I had been tearing, he and Crabbe had been laughing at me.

Gregory had been standing over me, I had wanted to move, to push him away, but I had been too afraid to do so. I had lost any hope until I heard voices.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!”, Gregory Goyle flew in the air and landed on the snow a few meters away from me, I opened my eyes to see none other than Draco, along with Hermione Granger and Harry Potter next to him, Hermione’s wand drawn.

Harry stupefied Crabbe, both of them now had been away from me and Theo.

“Draco”, he immediately wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his chest as I sobbed hard.

“It’s alright, I’m here, love”, he muttered against my ear and pressed soft kisses on my cheek. “Let’s get you back in the castle”

“Amelia, here”, I turned to Hermione who had been holding my wand, brand new, I took it from her and thanked her. “Go get some rest”

Hermione exchanged a look with Draco like they had an unspoken conversation, which I found extremely odd, Harry nodded at us and we headed back to the castle.

Reaching in the Slytherin common room, Draco led me to his dorms, thankfully, everybody had been in Hogsmeade. Once I seated on his bed, I realized how much dizzy I had been and how much my head hurt.

“I swear I’ll fucking kill him”, Draco removed his coat and stared at me. “Wanna take you to the infirmary?”

“No”, I shook my head, “I just need to lay down”, he nodded and helped me settled on his bed. He took off my coat and my shoes and covered me with the blankets. “Could you lay down with me?”

He laid down next to me, spooning me, the curtains of the bed had been drawn closed, and I sighed as I felt him relax against me and his breath on the back of my neck. He had been a very possessive sleeper, I had learned that.

A couple hours later, I woke up, it had been late noon and none seemed to have returned from Hogsmeade yet. I turned around, Draco already had his silver eyes on me and had been smiling.

“I’m sorry”, I noticed the tears on his eyes, I cupped his face and brushed my hands over his rosy cheeks.

“It wasn’t your fault”

“Lia”, he sighed and sat, his head resting against the headboard. “I should have kept Gregory and Vincent under control but because of my task, I”, he exhaled again, you shouldn’t have told me that, and he must have realized it too late.

“I don’t care”, he glanced at me, “I don’t care about your task and about your business with Voldemort”, he flinched at his name. “I only want you to survive”

“If one of us has to survive, it has to be you”, he said and grabbed the back of my neck, before I could say anything, and kissed me hard.

I sat on him, our bodies pressed against each other’s. He yanked my sweater over my head and I ripped his shirt open, while his hands wrapped around my back, I let my hands roam all over his build chest, and then moved to his pants, unzipping them and slipping my hand into his underwear. He moaned when my hand grabbed him roughly, I nibbled his lower lip, his eyes gleamed at me, and as our eyes had been locked, he flipped us over. Draco pulled my jeans down my legs, dragging my soaked panties along with them. I then worked on my bra, the moment I had removed it, he dropped his lips around my erected nipple, while his other hand pinched my other one. I arched my back for him, my head thrown against the pillow because of the pleasure he had been bringing me. I had been too distracted by his mouth on my breasts to notice that he had already removed his pants and boxers. I gasped for air, as he thrust into me forcefully, it had felt so satisfying, so fulfilling. He picked up his pace, pounding like a hungry animal, shoving his member deeper and deeper until he had been fully inside me. He had missed me as much I had. It had been a year since we had sex, since we had been in each other’s arms. I welcomed my orgasm by screaming his name loudly enough that I had been sure the whole school heard us. Draco followed soon after, resting his head on my shoulder, while placing soft kisses on my neck.

“Amelia”, he muttered and I looked at him, “Whatever happens to me, I promise you that I won’t forget you”

“I have faith in you, Draco”, I kissed him passionately, “You’ll get through it”

Later the same night, after I had a refreshing shower with Draco, and changed clothes, I wanted to take a walk. Even though it had been far after curfew, I had learnt my way around school, we had been sneaking with Draco a lot the past year.

I unconsciously reached the Gryffindor Tower, I took a seat at one of the windows seats, gazing at the sky outside. I always loved how quiet Hogwarts became at night, and I have been thinking how much I would miss it.

“Amelia”, I nearly screamed if I hadn’t been familiar with the voice.

“Hermione”, I noticed movements behind her and I had been about to touch my wand when I saw Ron, Harry and Draco behind her.

“What’s going on?”, I asked and stood up.

“In order to protect you, I asked for their help”, Draco uttered.

“What are you talking about”

“You and your family would be sent into a safe-house of the Order out of England”, Harry explained, “You’ll remain there until the war is over and in exchange for that, Malfoy has already informed us about the plans of the Death Eaters”, I stared at him.

“How are you okay with this?”, I asked and Harry just stared back at me.

“I’m not”, he responded, “But I would have done the same thing if I had been in his place. Everyone has a role to play in the war, and yours is out of here”

“We should really get on with it”, Ron mumbled as he had been to the side, watching over the corridor.

Draco drew his wand and I instantly took a step back.

“Lia”, he said and approached me, he held my face in both hands and he kissed me deeply. “Remember, I’ll never forget you”

“Draco, I lov-”

“Obliviate”, he said, tears streaming down his eyes.

It had been the last thing I saw, his handsome face before everything blurred, and I completely passed out.

My name is Amelia Zoe Heywood. I’m a muggleborn witch and I have fallen in love with Draco Malfoy. He obliviated me in order to protect me, but I have been remembering everything and I have been waiting for the war to be over so I could be with him again. I had stayed in Spain with my family waiting for the war to end.

Until the Battle of Hogwarts came. I had to return to England. I fought against the Dark Side while Draco had to fight with them. I had been rushing down the halls, spells, curses passing over my head. A sudden explosion threw me off my feet and onto the ground, I instantly covered my head with my arms. Once the dust had cleared, I stood up again.

“Heywood!”, I heard somebody screaming behind me and I turned my head to find him. His blonde hair had been dirty, his face bruised, and his black suit ruined.

“Draco”, he hurried towards me and draped his arms around my waist, burying his face on the crook of my neck. “You remember”

I hugged him back, holding him tightly, he had been alright. He had survived. I cried, sobbed so hard out of relief, that he had been alive.

“I never forgot”, I whispered, “I was scared for you”

“I’m sorry”, Draco smashed his lips against mine and held me closely.

The war soon ended. We had survived. And we could finally start our life together.

Nineteen years later; we accompanied our daughter to platform 9 and ¾. Lyra Narcissa Malfoy had been sorted into Gryffindor, we had been surprised, to say the least, Draco nearly had a heart attack. And a few years later, Ara announced that she had been dating Harry Potter’s eldest son. Oddly enough, both Harry and Draco survived the news. In the end, all was well.

Sincerely, Amelia Malfoy.

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[misskittysmagicportal]

can i request something to do with the thing about vincent having tics while giving oral or just vincent giving oral general i love the way you write things

I Think We're Alone Now

(Vincent Rhodes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: language, talk of mental health, fem!receiving oral

A/N: With the pandemic keeping you and Vincent apart, he was glad that being alone didn't mean being lonely.

Vincent Rhodes didn't tic as bad or as much in his thirties. He wasn't cured. He didn't take medicine that made them magically go away. He took meds for his anxiety, and the “cure” was still going to therapy with Dr Rose. He didn't go daily or weekly or even monthly anymore. He managed every other month. Sometimes, perhaps, every three to four months. Yet it took twenty-five to finally accept a cliche: Tourette's wasn't Vincent, Vincent simply HAD Tourette's.

Don't worry though, cunt is still his favorite word.

Vincent also did all the things he told Marie he wanted to do. He finished school and went to college online. He found himself rather good at computers and a job that required the bare minimum of human interaction. His Tourette's was under control, but his social anxiety never seemed to be. We digress!

He had a job, and a place to call home that wasn't a treatment facility or a hoarder’s house bogged down by sadness and alcoholism. Vincent didn't find it shameful that his father bought him a condo. He and his roommate had an agreement to pay utilities and work on the re-election campaign.

Vincent finally had a dog. A dog he had to fight for because his roommate had.. Rituals. Rituals that also weren't as bad as they used to be thanks to the same therapy and right medication. Just like you can't get rid of Tourette's, Vincent couldn't get rid of Alex either. That was his first, and really only, friend. As tumultuous as they started out, if you survive a road trip with two neurodivergents, you're pretty much bonded for life. Alex was sometimes more work than their dog.

Vincent and Alex did things in their late twenties and early thirties they never thought they'd do. They went out. They dated around. They had awkward sex and one night stands that the two of them could finally laugh about. Vincent could hide, or save his tics from popping up during his dates. He could even manage to hold them off when he had sex. He was relaxed and focused on the woman beneath or above him.

But then he would spasm, or twist and pop his mouth. He would unintentionally squeal or swear, call her names or flip her off. Instead of understanding Vincent, or talking to him, whoever the girl of the moment was would leave and never come back. Fuck her, Vincent would think. I can't help that I have Tourette’s; she can help being an asshole.

-----

There could not have been a worse time in anyone’s life for you to meet quite possibly the single hottest guy in your neighborhood. At least, you thought he was in your neighborhood. You kept running into each other at various stores to the point you found yourself quoting an old movie from college.

“Are you stalking me?” You boldly questioned him one afternoon as he pondered Mcintosh versus Fiji apples. “Because that would be super.”

The man jumped. Then to your shock, he spasmed almost violently. His neck twisted to the left as his hand held on to his chin and yelled out, “Brown haired cunt! Grass licking big tits.”

You laughed. It wasn't malicious or in jest. You were nervous and stunned. Still you replied, “Normally a guy has to date me for a while before he calls me a cunt. Now as for grass licking? That was only once, but I was high and we were playing truth or dare.”

He stared at you, mouth agape. A violent spasm rocked his body again like an aftershock. It caused him to excessively blow a dark curl back from his forehead several times before his body relaxed and he appeared to sink in on himself. Embarrassed. A pink hue spread along his cheeks and angled jaw as he gazed at the apples again with large green eyes.

“You ok? I wouldn't say I've got big tits. They're more like medium sized. Unless you were talking about the melons.” You held up two cantaloupe in front of your chest. “I’m y/n”

Again with the mouth open staring. Then he came to, “Vincent. I've never had someone react to Arthur that way.”

“I'm from New York. That was a Saturday night in the village. Who’s Arthur?” You looked around. “Are you being held hostage? Scream cunt for yes. Vagina for no.”

Vincent laughed. It was almost a giggle that you weren't sure was a laugh or his thing. “Arthur is my Tourette's. He's the clown who shits in between my thoughts. My tics. You scared the piss out of him.”

“You named your Tourette's? You can't do that, they never go away once you name them.”

Vincent rolled his eyes, “ DAMMIT! I'll take away his bowl of food and dog bed too. Maybe I'll finally be cured!”

You didn't want him to think you felt something was wrong with him. “Mostly with all of this, I meant I keep seeing you around. Thought I'd say hi.”

“How about we exchange phone numbers, and you can say hello more often?” Vincent cocked an eyebrow.

“Bold of you to assume calling me a cunt is flirting! But you got it out of the way now instead of down the line. Give me your phone.”

He obliged and you put your number in. As you handed it back you joked, “Should've told me you had a much sexier friend.” You indicated Alex on the phone’s wallpaper.

“He's gay.”

“Damn! Lucky for men. Anyways, I work most days. Don't know how long with everything happening out there. Call me sometime?”

Vincent twitched and wolf whistled. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, but promised he would nonetheless. But then pandemic happened, so all you had for the next six months was your phone

-----

You met Alex and learned his rituals and empathized with his panic to follow or abide by heath guidance. His OCD aggravated by everything going on. Vincent couldn't even go for a run without his friend completely freaking out, so he just didn't. Their balcony was it for fresh air.

You took tours of each other's apartments. Had dinners and breakfasts together. Shared what books you were reading and watched movies together. Vincent teased you about your fat, lazy cat and you did likewise over his ten pound shih tzu. Although, you admitted, it was because she got to share a bed with him.

Somehow in month 5 you were roped into a three way phone call with his dad. Senator Rhodes and Vincent seemed to have an easy relationship, but you were filled in later that it was anything but for a very long time. So you turned the tables one night, and introduced him to your entire family.

Forgetting about his Tourette's, because you had really grown used to it all. To the tics, the whistles and excessive use of the word cunt (Pandemic drinking game, Vincent’s idea) that his biggest episode since you met stunned not only you but your clan. Vincent had buried his face, you were terrified of your mistake. But you got it from somewhere.

“Sure you ain't from Brooklyn, kid?!” Thank Christ for meathead brothers.

“This is dating right?” Vincent asked after their dinner. “Pandemic, COVID, for now dating. Even though,” he paused to twist his neck, “One of my coworkers has uh, dick appointments all the time?” He snapped a finger several times and shouted something about a whore and syphilis.

“Hey! Tell Arthur to fuck off. Sexual liberation. She's not a whore, she's in her twenties!” Vincent laughed. “Are you nervous about something? Usually the bedtime part of our phone calls are the least tic-ish.”

“Wanna have sex?” He was straightforward.

“Right now? Facetime sex?” You scrunch your nose but more to be cute than creeped out.

“Here. Alex is asleep. Come over? We've been isolated for months.”

“God, I love you.”

“What?” Vincent laughed. “Are you sure about that?”

“I'll be there in twenty minutes.”

-----

Vincent opened the door and implored you to take your shoes off at the door. You expected nothing less as you complied and followed him in the stillness of the apartment to his bedroom.

The moment the door was shut, Vincent was on you before you could even adjust to the dark. Only street lamps from the neighborhood below showed through as his mouth consumed yours.

Your tongues at war with each other as the two of you scrambled to undress. Your lips broke apart long enough to throw shirts over heads and step out of flannel pants or yoga pants. Then they crashed together again as Vincent let his hands splay out the length of your back and shoulders.

Your one hand ensnared by his messy hair. The other under the waistband of his boxers and over his ass. You drew his body to yours to melt into. His erection strained and throbbed against your hip as you hungrily pushed your tongue as far inside him as you could.

The both of you eager like teenagers shot with adrenaline. Anxious and hoping Alex caught you as Vincent twitched and his shoulders shrugged up to his ears. His fingers fumbled with your bra made worse by his tics. Tics that frustrated only him; you reached and undid it for him. Your breasts were free for him to look at.

Vincent attempted to choke back his words but failed. “Tit fucker,” a sour look on his face as his eye involuntarily clamped shut, “huge nipples.” He swallowed his lips, mortified.

“Hey!! They make up for yours being the tiniest nipples I have EVER seen on a dude.” You took Vincent’s hand. “We can slow down if you want. I don't know what's up, do you tic like this every time you have sex?”

The two of you laid side by side on his bed, hands traced over inches of bare skin. Vincent was silent for a while as he let his fingers trail over you, his lips not far behind.

“I don't. I'm usually too focused. The last time I loved someone, it fell apart immediately. It's making me anxious.”

You held his head to your body with a tenderness. “I loved you first, didn't I?”

His mouth made its way amongst your breasts as he gently laid you on your back. His lips warm on your stomach and hips that he exposed by tugging your panties down over your knees and off. Vincent laid down between them and almost nuzzled his nose in your soft pubic hair before his tongue dove inside of you.

Your hips rocketed up into his mouth as you grabbed the back of Vincent's head. He licked and sucked on your sex. Small tics caused him to push his tongue and lips in further than before. They closed in on your clit. His tongue attacked it with a lapping motion that you could only bend to, helpless.

Vincent was insatiable, his mouth in a frenzy. Your fingers caught up in the sheets as the sensation of his mouth on your clit spread along your body. Now your words were a shock as they came screaming out into the quiet of the bedroom.

“Tongue fuck me! Faster!”

Instead Vincent looked up at you with a grin, “I see Arthur came to visit.”

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[okarawrites]

Hello, thank you so much for writing the reader s/o with Vincent, I loved reading it. Could I please request a Vincent oneshot where his s/o is trying to read and he's being teasingly distracting until she gives into him, it can go into NSFW if you want too. Thank you and have an amazing day :)

Hey! Of course, enjoy!!!

The sound of you turning the page of your book cut through the silence of the room. Vincent was sitting on the other end of the sofa reading his own book. A lot of your time together was spent like this, just enjoying the peaceful silence of each others company.

Today however, Vincents mind kept wandering from the words printed in front of him. You were too engrossed in your book to notice how, but he had somehow made his way across the sofa so that he was sitting right next to you.

You jumped slightly when he placed a gentle hand on your thigh. You looked over to him. He was still looking at his book. A smile graced your lips as you went back to reading. Warmed by his simple yet loving gesture.

You found yourself rereading lines, distracted by the small pattern Vincent's hand was drawing on your leg. A blush creeping over your cheeks, you looked over Vincent. He hasn't turned the page in ages, you thought to yourself.

"Vincent?" Your question came out a little more like a whisper than you had intended. "Hmm?" He responded, not moving his eyes from the page infront of him.

There was silence one again until his hand hitched higher. "I guess I'm not finishing this chapter anytime soon." As soon as those words left your mouth, Vincent snapped his book shut and hoisted you over him so that you were straddling his lap.

There was a beautiful look of mischief in his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. You pressed your lips to his, finally giving him the attention he was obviously after. You could feel him smile into the kiss. You had known him a long time before you ever saw him smile, and you still appreciate each one as if they were a personal gift.

His grip on your hip got stronger as he massaged your hips through your jeans. That action alone sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine. You deepened your kiss, tongues dancing passionatly and teeth nipping lips.

His hand pushed your hips down, grinding them against his prominent erection. You reached down and palmed his length through his trousers, causing him to let out a low moan as he pushed his hips up to meet your touch.

You took your top and bar off before making quick work of the black shirt he had taken to wearing around the house. His hands massaged your breasts as you shed him of the fabric. Once you were both topless, he hugged you tightly, savoring the feeling of your skin on his.

His lips lavished your neck with attention as you rocked your hips into his. You broke the contact to stand up and remove your jeans and underwear. Vincent watches you with heated eyes until you said "I think you have a few layers in the way"

He wasted no time in undoing his trousers and sliding them, along with his boxers, down his legs. He was almost painfully hard and his length twitched slightly in anticipation.

You moved back to straddle him once again and his thumb dragged up and down your already wet folds. He circled your clip a few times, making you moan his name.

In a silent display of dominance, he lifted his thumb to your lips, prompting you to take it into your mouth. You obliged willingly, licking your own arousal from his skin. You lifted your hips and used one of your hands to guide him into you.

The sensation of your impaling yourself on him, pushing him fully in, cause your both to moan. Foreheads pressed together, you stared into each others eyes as you began moving.

His hands began to guide the movement of your hips, as much as he loved taking his time, his need was raising and he was getting impatient. Gasps and moans filled the room as your worked up your speed.

Soon enough, the speed of your hips wasn't quite enough and Vincent slid down the sofa slightly to get to and angle where he could thrust up into you.

He went at a brutal pace, making you cry out at each thrust. "Shit" Vincent muttered as he pounded into you. He was hitting that spot that make you see stars and soon enough your were crying out his name and your walled tensed around him. "Fuuck" he moaned as he released himself into you in several spurts.

You held onto each other and you caught your breath. Vincent let out a breathy chuckle as he let his head fall back onto the back of the sofa, satisfied and completely spent.

You kisses him once again. Definitely worth losing your spot in your book.

#vincent valentine #ff7 #vincent x reader #vincent valentine x reader #Okara Writes Vincent Valentine

[chain-unchained]

May 24 (Flower Festival)

(I might have written quite a lot of this story before deciding to post it here >.>’ )

For the story, I’ve been adding in characters that obviously aren’t in the game. I read somewhere that originally ConcernedApe was going to include a rival farmer in the game, a la the older Harvest Moon games (I’m looking at you, Jamie). While I think everyone is glad that he instead chose to put Joja as our ‘goal’ to work towards in the game itself, I felt like having a rival would be an interesting addition to the story. So enter Percy Wellington III, token rich boy and Joja stooge. Obviously there’s more to him than that-- I don’t think there’s anything less satisfying than a one-dimensional bad guy-- but from the get-go, he’s meant to be the kind of guy that you just wanna knock down a peg or two. With that being said, I hope you enjoy the main characters completely ignoring the main event of the Flower Festival. <3

The Flower Festival was… a unique festival, to say the least. Once a year at the end of spring, the town gathered at the festival grounds to celebrate and give thanks to nature—or at least, that’s what it used to be. These days, it was a glorified prom dance for grown adults, complete with the crowning of a King and Queen after a ritualistic dance of sorts.

For Ashe, who missed out on the last two years of high school in order to work at a Joja corporate office, it was a chance to have that experience—and he really had no interest in taking that chance. For all his enthusiasm in making friends with Shane, and his friendliness towards the townsfolk, he was rather on the shy side, with an event like the Flower Dance being way outside of his comfort zone.

What wasn’t, however, was the company of the grumpy chicken loving Shane, who was perfectly content to spend the festival at the buffet table helping himself to Gus’ cooking. “Aren’t you gonna dance?” He inquired curiously as he came to stand beside Shane, who was in the middle of his second plate of pepper poppers.

The question made Shane snort. “Fuck no, I look like a fucking tool when I dance.” He responded bluntly, glancing over in time to see Emily doing her ‘thing’ where she completely lost herself in the rhythm, or whatever it was, he had no idea. “Gotta admit, I’m surprised you aren’t over there. I figured you’d be all up in this type of shit.”

“Oh, nope. No way.” Ashe held up his arms in an X-shape and shook his head fervently. “I can’t stand being the center of attention like that.”

“That so?” It was a surprising thing to learn for Shane, who had this image in his head of Ashe being the social butterfly because he loved the attention. “And here I thought you liked being in the spotlight.” He bit down on a nice juicy popper and chewed slowly. “Guess that’s one thing we’ve got in common, then—”

He was abruptly cut off by Ashe making the loudest, most exaggerated gasp in the history of the world, like he’d just seen Atlantis in the punch bowl. Actually concerned as to why the kid would make such a noise, he followed Ashe’s line of sight until he spotted the platter of chocolate cornets sitting on the far end of the buffet. “For fuck’s sake, Ashe…” He muttered, watching as Ashe traipsed around the table and began to help himself to them—chocolate cornets were to Ashe what beer was to Shane, so he really couldn’t talk, since he had basically the same reaction to seeing his favorite beer on discount.

“Yay~” Happy as a clam, Ashe piled a plate high with the shell-shaped pastry and came back to Shane’s side, even though there were literally infinite spaces where he could eat instead. He began the ritual of eating them, which to Shane was perhaps the most ridiculous, unintentionally funny thing ever—he’d start eating from the narrow end, instead of at the fat end where there was a big hole for the chocolate cream to ooze out of, and then he’d panic and hastily lick up the cream that had been pushed out before it could spill. Rinse and repeat, until it was gone.

“You know, if you ate it from the other end you wouldn’t have to do that.” Shane pointed out as Ashe did his little panic face.

His comment made the youth pause mid-bite to look at him, surprise written on his face at the comment. “Oh, I know.” He answered, lowering the cornet with that dumb smile of his. “But you know how the first time you do something is the way you always remember how to do it? That’s me and this.”

“Fucking wierdo.” Shane shook his head and turned his attention back to his pepper poppers; he had hoped that Gus would make those special deviled eggs he made for the Egg Festival today, but he’d settle for gourmet poppers too. “Guess that makes two of us, though… if it weren’t for the food and Jas and Marnie I wouldn’t have bothered coming today.”

“Really?” Ashe stopped again to look at him, the smile on his face becoming somewhat muted; he could tell by the tone of Shane’s voice that the latter really did not want to be there.

“What do you fucking think?” Shane sighed and popped another one into his mouth to chew on slowly. That morning had been especially hard for him to get up out of bed; it was only Jas and Marnie’s resulting disappointment if he didn’t show up that eventually made him kick the covers off when all he wanted to do was stay in bed.

Almost as if on cue, he could see Jas break away from where she had been watching the dance with Vincent and start heading his way; as much as he loved the girl to bits, he wasn’t in much of a mood to entertain her, but he did his best to pick himself up as she drew near. “What’s up, squirt?”

“Shane, I wanna dance!” She announced, her hair buns bobbing up and down with each step she took; she came to stand before her godfather, looking up at him with the most hopeful expression on her face. “Can we? Please?”

It was the question Shane was desperately hoping she wouldn’t ask, even though she asked it every year without fail. And every year, his answer was the same. “Sorry, kiddo… I’m not really feeling up to dancing.” He felt like shit as the words left him, and he could see the letdown clear on her innocent little face as she quietly accepted his response and made her way back to Vincent.

“Wow, talk about cold.”

As soon as the little girl was out of earshot, the snide voice spoke out; both Shane and Ashe glanced over their shoulders to see the snooty face of Percy sneering at the pair. Like Ashe, Percy was a newcomer to Pelican Town, having arrived just before Ashe did—and having claimed squatters’ rights on his grandfather’s farm, intending to clear it out to build a Joja Co. factory. Suffice it to say, Percy was not a very well liked person in town, even though the whole story with him and Ashe was only known by Lewis and Robin.

“Nobody asked for your fucking opinion.” Shane muttered with another quiet snort as he turned his attention once more to his poppers. Of course this asshole was going to try and start shit today of all days.

“Oh, but I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut after seeing such an atrocious display.” Percy sighed and shook his head dramatically, speaking with a faux posh accent that really made Shane want to punch him in his smug face. “Honestly, the poor girl—she really deserves better, don’t you think? Perhaps I shall go over and offer to dance with her in your place. I can’t help but pity her, having to be stuck with such a pathetic godfather—”

               Shane bristled, opening his mouth to tear into him. There was a blur of movement in the corner of his eye, and before Percy could finish his insult, Ashe was upon him, both hands clutching fistfuls of Percy’s shirt as he glared up at him with genuine, raw fury. “Don’t you dare, you lowlife.” He growled, with no trace of his happy go lucky persona to be found. “You shut your mouth, right now.”

He didn’t care what Percy said about him—the jerk could call him every name under the sun, belittle and berate him, attempt to sabotage him, whatever he wanted, it didn’t matter. But Ashe wasn’t going to stand by and let him spew that same vitriol towards his friend. He already didn’t like Percy for what he and Morris were trying to pull with his grandfather’s farm, and for what they did to his mother, so this was just another reason to dislike them.

For a moment, Percy didn’t react; seeming to regain his composure, however, he laughed condescendingly, sneering down at the diminutive farmer with contempt and derision written clear on his face. He leaned down close to Ashe’s ear, speaking quietly so that only he could hear. “If I were you, I’d be a little more careful. I can easily call our little bet off and our lawyers will have you in court faster than you can say ‘crop rotation’.”

“Kkh…” Ashe’s hands were shaking slightly as he loosened his grip on Percy’s shirt; annoyed, Percy smacked his hands off and fixed his now wrinkled shirt.

“There’s a good little farmer boy.” The man’s face split into a smirk as he settled back into his skin.

“Listen asshole.” Shane gave Percy a cold glare as Ashe stepped back. “Say whatever shit you want about me, but go near Jas or Marnie and I’ll put you six feet underground.” Yeah, he was a worthless squishy shitbag, but there was no way in hell he was going to let anyone touch his family.

“Oh don’t get your boxers in a bunch, bumpkin.” Percy scoffed, puffing his chest out as his air of superiority returned. “I wouldn’t bother with any of you inbred savages anyway.” Seeming to have his dignity still in tact, the man stalked off, with Shane and Ashe both silently staring daggers into his back.

With a quiet huff, Shane bit down vehemently on a popper, imagining for just a moment that it was a miniature version of Percy screaming in pain as his guts squirted everywhere. It was a nasty image, to be sure, but it gave him some satisfaction at least. “Fucking smug ass Joja prick… I didn’t expect you to lose your shit like that, though.”

“Huh?” Ashe looked to him cluelessly, having returned to his usual cheery self. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb.” Shane’s brow cocked doubtfully. “You were pretty damn close to socking the guy. Not that I’m against the idea, I fucking hate him, but I’ve never seen you freak like that. Why’d you get so worked up when he was talking shit to me?”

“Because you’re my friend.” The answer was given so simply, so plainly, that it made Shane falter. “I won’t let anyone ever talk about my friends like that.”

For a long minute, Shane couldn’t think of what to say to that. “… Dammit, why are you so determined to make friends with me? I’ve done nothing but be rude and awful to you since you got here.”

“Hmm….” Ashe knelt down to pick up the plate he’d dropped, and the now dirty chocolate cornets that would have to be thrown away. “I needed a reason? I just wanted to be friends.” He straightened up and looked to Shane with a carefree smile, as the gentlest of breezes brushed through the festival grounds. “I guess out of everyone in town, I just… relate to you the most.”

“…. Fucking weirdo.” For some reason, the kid was really good at saying shit that tripped Shane up. And it was all sincere, too, which made it even more confusing. “… I appreciate you standing up for me. Yoba knows I won’t stand up for myself.”

There was a part of Shane that hated how Ashe was wearing him down; it scared him shitless that he was letting someone past the barrier he’d erected around himself. And yet, at the same time, he couldn’t keep himself from letting it happen, however reluctantly it was.

#stardew #stardew valley #stardew shane #stardew farmer #stardew valley fanfiction

[unrequitedmime]

I finish my run as the sun rises. I stand in front of the front door, enjoying the cool breeze that dances across my sweating skin. The sky behind me flows with soft reds and pinks, and the colours shine softly onto the paint of the white house. I stare at the blend of sunrise on the door, listening to the pump of music in my ears. I finally unlock the door and open it softly, determined not to awake anyone at this early hour. They had a late night last night. I step inside, keeping my eyes on the ground as i close the door as slowly as i can. I turn, and I'm met with a room full of people and the smell of coffee. I raise my eyebrows in surprise and let out a sigh as i pull the headphones from my ears. The colour of the sunset shines through the windows in the kitchen beside me, and i smile for a moment as i glance at the colour of the usually white cupboards. I stride into the kitchen, and Damion wordlessly tosses me a bottle of cool water. I wink my thanks to him as i gulp it down, and he raises an exasperated eyebrow towards the lounge room in response. I look over. Mya sits on the bottom step of the wide, white staircase. Her hair is a mess around her frustrated expression, and she glares at the ground, obviously not happy with the early wake up. A grey t-shirt hangs off her frame, and Damion's old sweatpants are tied desperately around her waist. She looks so frazzled, and moody. She takes my breath away. I drag my eyes to Adelaide. She stands in front of Rhyder as he sits in his usual armchair, and they glare up at each other. Her hair hangs in a loose plait down to her lower back. I let my eyes trail along the chestnut waves as they suddenly spin themselves into honey gold. I frown to myself, trying to remember what that hairstyle was called; Paige had told me thousands of times before, I'm sure of it. An old pair of my boxers hang down to her knees, and one of my white shirts falls to her thighs. She shoots daggers down to Rhyder as he stares up at her with his stubborn expression. His hair is a mess, too, and his eyes shine with frustration and exhaustion. His body is stiff, as if he's holding himself back from bursting into a tantrum. Henry sits on the armchair opposite Rhyder, behind Adelaide. His head lolls to the side as he sneakily sleeps. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his navy blue hoodie, and his blonde hair spikes in a thousand different directions. The bags under his eyes have clearly faded, and i let out a breath. "Rhyder," Adelaide snaps, "We're not travelling halfway across the country! None of us have time! Amy is a freakin medical student, she can't miss days of college." She glances quickly at the long couch beside her, and i narrow my eyes. From my position at the kitchen bench, i can't see who lays on the lounge. I stare hard at the back of the couch as i imagine Amy sleeping soundly, tucked into her blankets. She most likely would have said her opinion on the situation and let herself blissfully lose consciousness while the others argued. Why did they wake Amy up? She needed to sleep. "This is more important than College, Adelaide," Rhyder warns. Adelaide snorts, her eyes burning with anger, "No, it's not! You're risking our futures, our education-" "And you're risking your life by refusing to go!" he stands up, and stares down at her. She stares back up, her chest heaving. I finish my drink, "Morning everyone, by the way," I say as i place my bottle on the bench, "Why are we all awake so early? Is this really necessary?" Adelaide glances over at me in annoyance, and her eyes widen in realisation. She turns to me and smiles kindly. Oh no. "Vincent," Adelaide says with sweetly, "You haven't said your opinion on this matter. Maybe you should share your thoughts and back us up?" I grab an apple from the basket beside me, munching thoughtfully, pretending to consider my opinion. I'm not, my decision was made the moment Rhyder announced it last night. The room watches me, their gazes heavy. I swallow my bite, and shrug at Adelaide, "Rhyder says we go to New Orleans, so we go to New Orleans. Simple as that." Rhyder's shoulders drop in relief as i prove my support for him, and he nods a thank you at me behind Adelaide's back. She glares at me. Mya sighs in disgust, and i feel my stomach drop. "Wow," Adelaide says slowly, "You're all absolute morons!" she spins around, glaring at each of us boys, "You're all just followers! Think for yourselves, you can do-" "Adelaide," I interrupt, my voice firm, "I don't think you understand," i say, "Rhyder is the team leader, and has been for three years. We voted him team leader for a reason; because he works well under pressure and he listens to his instincts. He has been leading our missions for years, and has held each of our lives in his hands countless times. He knows what he's doing, always has," I glance at Rhyder, "If he says that we should go to New Orleans, then I go to New Orleans." Adelaide's words falter for a moment, and she glances at Damion. Damion nods sternly, wordlessly agreeing with me. She turns to look at a barely awake Henry, and he nods up at her, too. Rhyder is the captain. What he says, goes. She huffs in annoyance before turning back to Rhyder, "Rhyder, I understand that you're the stupid leader, but guess what? We still have lives to go back to-" "Adelaide," Rhyder repeats, his voice low, "Listen to me. We don't have time to worry about your attendance records right now. They can be altered later, or you can catch up, who gives a fuck?" as she opens her mouth to argue, he grabs her shoulders, "No, listen. What's happening right now? It's overwhelmingly important. You three girls are going to go up against the Agency with us as your back up. It is a dangerous job, and we're going to lose so much, but it's worth it. This mission that we're officially about the embark on will most likely be the most important mission that any Fenoda Agent will ever take part in. This is revolutionary, Adelaide, and it will save an unimaginable amount of lives if we somehow manage to succeed. We don't have time to worry about your College classes, because this is more important. This mission involves saving a quarter of the human race. Of saving you." Silence settles in the room as Adelaide stares up at him, processing his words. Her eyes flash with fear as she realises how big this mission is; how truly dangerous it will be. She glances over at Damion and I, standing side by side at the counter. We stare back, and she must recognise the seriousness in our eyes, because she gulps and looks away. She stares at the ground for a few moments, and i can imagine her racing mind as thoughts zap through her brain. She's realising what's truly happening; we are going up against the Agency. We are going to challenge the entire fundamentals of a worldwide powerful Agency full of assassins. We're going to try to change the world. She looks up at Rhyder for a second, and i see the decision flash through her eyes. "When do we leave?" she asks quietly, and he smiles softly down at her. "In four hours," he says back, "I booked the flights last night." Her eyes narrow as she snaps out of her sullen mood, and bounces back into her fiery attitude again. She steps away from him, and looks to Mya. Mya remains on the bottom of the stairs, but she meets Adelaide's eyes with a firm shine in her own. She nods, stands up, and heads back up the stairs. Adelaide leans down to Amy and whispers something into her ear before following Mya. A few moments later, Amy groans from her couch and stumbles her way up to her friends. The four of us boys watch them go, and silence falls in their wake. Rhyder runs a hand through his hair and glances over to me. "Thank you for the backup," he says, his voice finally aching with vulnerability. I shrug, and begin making myself a coffee, "I meant every word." -------------------- "Fucking hell," Damion sighs as he drops his duffel bag beside mine, "That was an exhausting flight!" he exclaims, "I was sitting in front of this little shit of a seven year old, and she wouldn't stop kicking my chair. I nearly kicked her in the god damn face." I let out a snort, scanning the airport crowd for Henry's blonde head. "I had to sit next to an arguing couple," i reply absentmindedly, "The woman literally explained her entire life story to me, and i didn't even ask." Damion shakes his head ruefully, bending down to his bag to hide his grin. I softly knee him in the head for laughing, and he swats it away. I find Henry in the crowd, and scoop up my bag before heading over to him. I feel Damion following behind. "There you are," i say to him as he smiles at me, relieved he found someone, "Do you know where the others are?" Henry shrugs and checks a text on his phone, "Rhyder said to meet him and the girls in the pick up bay outside." We make our way out, and find a tired Rhyder standing with the girls. Amy and Mya talk quietly among themselves, but Adelaide sits sleepily on a bench nearby. Rhyder stands between the three girls, keeping an eye on all of them. I immediately make my way to Adelaide, sitting down beside her. She glances up at me, and i frown in worry as i recognise the blur of her eyes. Her head isn't good. I do a check up on her, and she wordlessly allows my fingers to gently probe around her head and neck, her eyes drooping. I overhear Rhyder and Damion's voices discussing what to do next as i work on Adelaide. I glance over, and see that Henry stands with Mya and Amy, watching them. I finish with Adelaide, and move to stand with Rhyder and Damion. "Why don't we stay with Micheal?" I say. They both blink at me in surprise, and i pop a piece of gum into my mouth. "Micheal?" Rhyder blinks, "The herb dealer?" I frown, "Micheal, as in the ex-agent that has our backs whenever we need to get Henry's herbs for his tea. The one that helped us keep Henry's Sight under control so that he wouldn't get discovered and killed? You know, that one?" i say sarcastically, and Rhyder's eyes flash with anger as i scorn him for being so ungrateful. Damion looks to the ground, his eyes burning with anger for a completely different reason, "Didn't he kill another agent? Isn't that why he's in hiding?" I shrug, "Who cares?" They stare at me, and i shrug in exasperation, "We don't exactly have time to be picky about our friends. It's not like he'll rat us out to the Agency; they think he's dead and he'll do anything to keep it that way. He's helped us before, so why not now?" They think for a moment, and i patiently wait, already knowing that it's our only option. After a few minutes of wordless decision making, Rhyder finally nods. "Okay," he lets out a breath. I nod, "Good, and he has a studio downtown remember? Just out of the main square. It's a good space for us to set up camp and figure out our next move." They nod, and Rhyder splits off to explain the plan to the girls and call a cab. Damion stays with Adelaide and I. I sit down next to Adelaide and softly explain the plan to her in as gentle a voice as i can muster. She nods blearily at me before falling asleep on my shoulder. We wait for the taxi. "Wow," Mya breathes as we get out of the taxi. I'm helping Adelaide with her bags, as she's still shaky on her feet. As I pull the suitcase we bought for her out of the trunk, I glance at Mya. I can't help but smile as i watch her turn in wonder, staring up at the vintage verandas of the surrounding shops and houses. Music dances through the air; exotic jazz. Mya smiles when the band playing in the main square starts up, and she subtly moves her hips in time to the music. Adelaide and Amy let out a collective sigh as they admire the old beauty of the New Orlean streets. "Maybe we can pretend we're here for a girl holiday," Adelaide breathes, "Instead of seeking refuge from an ex-assassin that sells drugs as a new career." "Herbs," Henry corrects as he hops out of the cab, holding his bag in his hands. Amy glances doubtfully at him, "There's no way he doesn't sell drugs." Damion comes around to our side of the cab holding his and Amy's bags. "He doesn't," he snaps, looking up at the aged windows of the shops and rooftop bars. I raise my eyes at the unexpected bite in his voice, but decide not to mention it. Damion and Micheal have a complicated history. Rhyder finishes paying the driver and comes to stand with us on the side of the street as it drives away. He holds his bag in one hand and Mya's in the other. When it was decided that we would go to New Orleans, Damion, the girls and I were sent out to gather supplies. The girls got clothes for themselves, and Damion and I popped into a hardware store to gather weapons. When the girls saw the weapons hidden in our bags, their eyes widened and their jaws dropped. I had to gently explain that most hardware store are controlled by the Agency, and that there is always a secret safe in the back rooms that contain weapons for Agents completing hasty missions. The fear shone clear in their eyes as they realised that the Agency's control stretched farther than teenage assassins. If only they knew. "So," Adelaide says quietly, "Now that you've dragged us across the country, where to now?" Rhyder glances at her in annoyance when he recognises the subtle bite in her voice, but chooses not to start a fight. Instead, he strides down the street, leaving us to catch up with him. We walk for a few streets and cross a few roads before Rhyder suddenly stops. He glances at the door in front of him and takes a deep breath before knocking. We all stare at the flaking white paint, and the dirty wood beneath it. As we wait for someone to answer, Rhyder glances at Damion, standing next to him, and back to me. I recognise the worry in his eyes and nod my understanding. I make my way through the girls and stand behind Damion, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. "I think I should be the first face he sees as I'm the friendliest," I say, "And the prettiest." Damion looks at me for a moment before stepping back, and i try not to wince at the barely contained anger in his eyes. He thinks I don't trust his self control, but in reality i don't trust Micheal's. Besides, Micheal and Rhyder knew each other before they became agents, and I'm the one that comes to gather Henry's supplies every fortnight. He knows us two the best, and is more likely to say yes if we smile brightly enough.   "Why aren't you letting Damion stand at the door?" Adelaide whispers into my ear. "Because if Damion's face is the first one that Micheal sees, they'll attack each other without hesitation. And they most likely won't stop until one is unconscious." I can imagine her confused frown, "Wait-what?" I watch the door knob turn, "They hate each other," i tell her,"Have for as long as they've known the other. It's not a sulky hate, either, it's an all consuming one." The door opens, and Adelaide disappears behind my back as Micheal's face comes into view. His eyes warm as he sees Rhyder and I, but widen in shock as he notices the party we've brought along. His eyes falls upon Damion, and they suddenly burn with anger. Before he can act upon his old rage, Rhyder clears his throat. "Howdy, partner," he grins, and i try to conceal my smile. Smart Rhyder, using the inside joke that they've had since they were five years old. Bound to gain points. Micheal lets out a sigh, "What are you doing, Ryhder?" he asks, his voice exhausted. "We need help, Micheal," i say, my voice serious. He frowns, and his hazel eyes shine with confusion, "Is Henry out of his tea already?" Henry, standing behind Rhyder, shakes his head, "No, Micheal. We need a different sort of help." Micheal's eyes bounce to every single one of us, and I see the realisation dawn in his eyes. He shakes his head, frustrated. "Shit," he says, staring at Rhyder, "Richards, please don't tell me you're finally embarking on that mission." Rhyder hesitates for a moment before meeting Micheal's eyes. They exchange no words, but the seriousness shining in Rhyder's eyes vibrates in the air between them. Micheal swears quietly to himself. "No," he says, his voice blank, "Sorry, but i won't be involved." I gulp, and Damion snorts behind me. "Sorry," he says, his voice blank as well, "Why did you think it would be a good idea to come to Micheal?" Micheal's pale face suddenly flushes with anger, and i close my eyes for a moment. I reach behind me and grab Amy's hand. She jolts at my sudden grip, but doesn't pull away. I open my eyes, keeping my gaze on Micheal as i slowly bring Amy's hand to his cheek. He glances at her hand uncertainly, but i nod my reassurance to him and he lets out a a sigh before allowing me to touch Amy's skin to his. Amy stands behind my shoulder now, and i can feel the uncertainty radiating off her. I glance at her, and try to smile kindly. "Got his energy?" I ask her quietly. "Fuck," Micheal breathes in realisation, "She has the Sight?" "They all do," Damion replies, his voice firm. "I don't believe you. There's no way you convinced three of them to take part in your suicide mission, Richards." Rhyder shrugs, and Amy closes her eyes for a moment, memorising Micheal's energy. She opens her eyes finally and nods to me. "Show him something," i say softly. She frowns, unsure which memory of hers to pick. After a moment, she looks back up to Micheal. Her eyes blur as she falls into her chosen memory, and Micheal lets out a small gasp as she drags him into it with her. I silently wish i could see the memory, too, so that i could use it to lightly manipulate Micheal into taking us in. As if reading my mind, Amy's other hand grabs mine, and i fall into darkness. I open my eyes, and find myself standing on the side of a highway. The sun hangs low in the sky, but the colours of the sunset haven't appeared yet. Cars race by me, and i see my thumb sticking out as i walk. My hands are feminine, and it takes me a moment to realise that they're Amy's. That I'm in her body; her memory. Large pine's tower on each side of the highway, and their leaves shine with raindrops. I can feel Amy's anger ripping her up inside, feel her fear and her desperation to get home. Her energy pulses inside of her with a dangerous throb, and she tries to ignore it. She tries to ignore the tears streaming down her cheeks, and the shake of her chest. A car suddenly pulls over beside her, and she lets out a relieved sigh. Damion gets out of the van, and her heart falls. "Amy," he says, his voice low, "Get in the car." Amy stumbles back as he comes over from the driver's side. He stands on the gravel in front of her and glares into her eyes. She stares unflinchingly back into his dark depths. She finds small flecks of light brown shining amongst the dark colour of Earth in his eyes. "Go fuck yourself, Damion," she spits in his face, "You threw my best friend against a wall." His eyes narrow, "Is that the same friend that you called a, now what was it?" he says, feigning confusion. His eyes light up as he pretends to remember, "Oh that's right! 'A selfish cow that only cares about her own safety?'" Amy's stomach drops, and i feel her bottom lip begin to tremble. The anger burning inside of her is almost painful. She turns away from Damion and begins walking. Her stride shakes. "I'm not getting inside of that car, and I'm never going back to that god forsaken house!" she yells. She hears him following her, and suddenly his hands grab her waist and swiftly hauls her over his shoulder. She yelps in surprise as she comes to rest on his firm chest, hanging down his long back. She beats her fist against his skin and screams at him as he walks back to the van. "Damion," Amy finally says, "You look like you're kidnapping me. Someone is going to pull over and call the police." Damion's strides falter in realisation, and a moment later he reluctantly puts her on her feet. Before she can run, he grabs her shoulder and forces her to look up at him. "Amy," he snaps, "Stop being such a sook and get in the fucking car. We're going back to that 'god forsaken house' and you're going to apologise to your best friends. And then tomorrow we are starting the mission." She glares back and starts arguing, speaking so fast i can't keep up. The only things i can make out are ferocious swear words. What a lady. Damion swears loudly back, and i can't keep track of his words either. I manage to make out only a few phrases here and there. "AMY!" he finally yells, and her words falter, "So many people are relying on you to do this, to complete this mission. So many people need your help, and you need to come back and give it. Who gives a shit about your fight? We have more important things; like saving the Inhumanes and freeing us from our shitty jobs as heartless assassins," his eyes suddenly soften with sadness, and the harshness in his voice falls away, "We want to see our families again, Amy. We want to go home. Help us go home. Help save those like you. All you need to do is get in the car." She holds her breath in surprise as Damion's harsh demeanour falls away in front of her. She finally sees the real Damion, the one i know. She finds a vulnerable boy with an amazing ability to handle weapons and a never ending ache in his heart. A boy that misses his family, and his home. The Damion that helps me tend to the boy's wounds after every mission even though he knows hardly anything about first aid; the boy that falls into a chasm of self hatred after every mission. The one that prays for forgiveness before he goes to sleep every single night, and suffers from nightmares because the guilt of killing crushes him. She finally recognises the shine in his eyes and realises that its not anger; it's loss. I feel a sense of pride well up within me, realising that Damion allowed Amy to see the purest part of himself so that he could bring her back. So that he could show her that he understands how scary it is to be thrown into this world and how horrible it is to fight. So that he could save the mission. Amy takes a deep breath, and her throat stings with threatening tears. She finally nods in defeat, and his lips twitch in pride. He steps back and opens the passenger door for her. When he glances back, the vulnerability is gone from his face, and he stares blankly at her. But she knows better. She knows who he is now. I blink way my back into the present, letting out a breath. The sound of jazz music fills my ears once again, and i become aware of Amy's hand gently letting go of my own. I look up to Micheal as he falls out of the vision. His eyes focus on mine, and they shine with a deeper understanding. He knows i was there, too. Seeing what he saw, feeling what Amy felt. We hold each other's gazes for what feels like years, and i watch Micheal make a silent decision within himself. He lets out a breath and looks to Amy. "Come in," he says quietly."

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