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lovdlydaz · 3 months

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DEVIL BY THE WINDOW.

incubus!soobin x black!afab!reader

“he’s whispering ‘give up, don’t you put up a fight.’ said the devil by the window.”

warnings: talks of religious, demon activity, hardcore smut, desperate reader, pet names, spitting, p in v, unprotected but reader can’t get pregnant cuz demon, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, choking kink, begging, dacryphilia, creampie, just enjoy

a/n: here is pt. 1, and this is pt. 2. pt. 3 will be right after this one, so please enjoy! love you guys ♡

you woke up with a start, it was the middle of the night and you could only feel throbbing all throughout your body. it was so hot, it was a constant pain that made your head spin and your legs twitch. you couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact location of the pain, but you just know it was so damn hot in the room that it felt like you were in a desert.

you get up from the bed and go to the bathroom, pulling down your panties and a large string of vaginal discharge/cum is pulled from your pussy. you gasp softly, putting a finger there and letting out a desperate moan as you accidentally grazed your clit. you were so overstimulated, you never remembered having a wet dream nor touching yourself before you went to sleep. but your pussy was red hot, and it confused the living shit out of you.

then came the hardcore throbbing that was prevalent to come whenever you felt like this. you whined to yourself as your hands flew to your clit, trying to soothe the flaming hot feeling between your legs. you rubbed at a fast pace since you had work in the morning, and you weren’t trying to be late to the work that gave you more money than any job you had ever did. and you enjoyed the job since you made many friends there and ever are friendly with your boss.

so, your hands went extremely fast, and you could feel an orgasm come on, but after 10 minutes of straight fast rubbing it never came. you were so confused, but frustrated. you needed to cum, you were so desperate that you grabbed a vibrator from your drawer, turning it on the highest level and pressing it against your clit. you keened from the sudden and immense amount of pleasure, it was stimulating you just right but that knot would just get tighter and tighter. you wanted to cry, what the fuck was happening to your body?

you were on your bed for almost an hour, pressing the toy against yourself and crying from pure frustration. you let out pathetic sobs and moans, tears rolling down your face because you couldn’t cum. you didn’t understand what was happening, you were so sick of this but you knew the throbbing wouldn’t go away until you came.

that was until you heard it—another three raps at the window. you were in a daze but you quickly rolled some underwear on, going to your window and opening it. you had just gotten it fixed so you didn’t need it to be broken again. then your eyes fell onto him—the demon.

at least… you thought it was your demon.

but instead, you were greeted by a 6’1 incubus with darker red skin, shorter horns but bigger wings and a much longer and thicker tail. you were scared, you didn’t know who this demon was because it definitely was not yeonjun. you cowered on the bed, accidentally rubbing your clit just right through your lace panties and causing you to let out an involuntary noise.

the incubus smirked down at you, not moving but closing the window behind him. “calm down honey, i’m not gonna hurt you,” he softly spoke to you, making you ease up just a little since his tone was kind enough to convince you. you uncovered yourself, and you were in a tank top and underwear. your boobs were close to flopping out of the tank top, and the incubus took very good notice of this. however, he stayed in his spot, trying to get you fully relaxed before he made a move.

“so, yeonjun-ah really put that spell on you huh?” he asked, making you look at him confused. then he realized that you didn’t know, and he just chuckled. “okay so, you know the incubus you met yesterday? that was yeonjun, and he sort of did this thing where he… kinda put a spell on you so that you couldn’t cum from anyone else—even yourself. so if you woke up with any throbbing down there and haven’t been able to cum, blame him.” he spoke with such a causal tone, but you were flabbergasted. but one question also riddled the back of your mind that you had to voice.

“if… i-if he put this… spell on me and… i can’t please myself… then how will i be able to get off?” you asked with a shaky tone, making soobin step forward just a little as to not make you cower away. “well… that’s what i was about to explain. since yeonnie wanted to ‘claim you’, he put a spell on you that won’t be able to be stopped until he comes back and gets you off himself. and us incubi have a certain time period that we can be on earth, his is 5 days and mine is 3 days and 2 hours,” he smiled, only throwing you off more. “so, he has to wait 5 days until he can come back onto earth, and even at that it has to be in the dead of night, like i am right now. so, all of his friends that he trusts more than anything—aka me and 3 others— are going to take care of you until he is able to get you off himself. got all that princess?”

you were dazed the whole time he was talking, only feeling the throbbing in your panties from how deep his voice sounded. yeonjun’s voice was deep, but it had a velvety sweetness to it that didn’t make you react how you were with soobin. soobin’s voice was deep yet soft, and tickles your eardrums exactly how you didn’t want them to be tickled right now. because all you could do was rub your legs together, feeling more frustrated tears roll down your face from the feeling.

the incubus took notice and appeared right in front of you, making you move back and hide yourself behind pillows. “w—woah! i don’t even know your name—yeonjun introduced himself to me before he even touched my bed!” you exclaimed, getting as far away from him as you could. the leader chuckled and looked down at you, getting on his knees and staring at your frightened form. “alright, if you insist princess.”

“my name is choi soobin, and i am over 100+ years old. i am an incubus and close friends with yeonjun. and apparently i’m the only one who knows how demon shit works, or else i wouldn’t be here right now if yeonjun surely knew. anything else you want to know?”soobin asked, tilting his head to the side as his dark red eyes stared deep into your e/c eyes. you were so riddled with so many different emotions, you didn’t know what to think right now.

you shyly shook your head, gulping down a glob of spit that was threatening to leave your mouth because of how needy you were right now. you wanted to feel the sweet pleasure of release, and he was talking way too much for you. you knew what you needed, and he needed to give it to you.

so, you looked up at him, big doe-y eyes glossed over with tears and lust. that made his mind turn, and he was more than fueled from the arousal you were emitting from your body. he licked his lips, getting a little closer to you and you relaxed a ton, putting the pillow down and openly spreading your legs. you didn’t know what came over you, why you were spreading your legs for a demon, an incubus of all demons at that. you weren’t a virgin, but you hadn’t had sex in a while. so this was a little scary, and you didn’t even know what you were getting yourself into.

soobin noticed this and placed a heavy hand on your thigh, sharp nails accidentally digging into the fatty meat of your inner legs and causing you to let out a sickeningly sweet moan. the demon’s reaction was to coo at you, scratching your thigh again and making you moan again. why were you so sensitive? what were these hellspawns doing to you? you really dug yourself deep with this one, but you couldn’t turn back now.

so, you gripped his arm, staring up at him with a quivering lip. “p—please… please stop teasing soobin,” you choked, clenching and unclenching around nothing. “it hurts so bad, please make me feel better,” you begged with a shivering tone, making soobin’s mind turn with so many things to do with you and to you.

meanwhile yeonjun was on the other side, thick cock in hand as he looked at the two of you. he was focusing on you mainly, and your voice was so pretty… he enjoyed hearing you be so submissive with his best friend, but he really was getting envious of soobin right now. he needed to hear you badly, but this would suffice for now.

the taller demon grabbed your hips and pinned them down to the bed, grabbing your panties and pulling them off. “your wish is my command, darling.” he purred in your ear, kissing your cheek and making your body heat up even more. you then felt your panties get ripped off your body, the noise causing you to gasp from shock. but your shock was quickly gone once you felt a thick finger run against your folds, forcing out a loud cry of pleasure to emit from you. you rolled your needy hips up into his, eyes rolling back from pure pleasure.

he noticed how sensitive you were and chuckled, looking down at you with devious eyes. “poor thing… want me to punish yeonjun once i get back to hell for making you suffer like this?” he cooed to you, a strong nod from you being all he needed to rub your clit softly. the pressure was enough to make you whimper desperately, rutting your hips against him like a wild animal. he giggled, rubbing it a little faster and sticking his long tongue out to circle around your hole.

your eyes rolled back, his tongue was all you needed to release yourself all over his mouth, moaning the loudest you ever had. he slurped up all your nectar, and you tasted so sweet. he licked his lips and pressed his tongue all over your folds, licking up all he could and causing you to go into overstimulation. but you genuinely could care less, because the throbbing wasn’t going away. you whined, it felt like you were a bitch in heat, and you technically were one.

soobin took his tongue off your pussy and tasted everything he could, smiling. “yeonjun is missing out…” he mumbled to himself, to which the demon on the other side clearly picked up, and only fisted himself harder. you were a mess, that orgasm took a lot out of you but you weren’t done. you whined like a little puppy, staring up at your owner begging for a treat. he stared back down at you and smirked, pulling back to grab his clothes and make them disappear into thin air. his hard cock throbbed with impatience, which only made yours beat right out of your core.

he stared you down, licking his lips more and more as he watched over your form. you were so pretty, so perfect and just a wonderful girl. he now knew why yeonjun was in love with you, you were stunning. “what is your limit?” he asked, holding his cock in his hand as he spoke. you had to think for a second, because you had dildos of all sizes and lengths, but there was one you always used that made you cum effortlessly. it was about 7.5 inches length and 6.7 inches wide. it went all the way to your cervix and gave you good orgasms, so you decided to go with that. “uhm… 7 inches? but i think i can take more…” you mumbled.

“how’s about 10?” he leered, softly stroking his cock, waiting for your shocked face. your jaw dropped and you just stared at him, the smirk on his face never leaving even as you thought about it. “i-i… i don’t kno—“ “never hurts to try, yeah?” he breathed out, grabbing your legs and pulling them towards his hips. he pushed your hips down completely, forcing them to stay on the bed as he lined up his length to your hole. “but first, i need to prep you hun. mind cumming on my fingers a few times princess?” he asked, not waiting for a response as he shoved two thick fingers inside your weeping cunt.

you gasped, then let out the most pornographic moan you ever had. it didn’t hurt at all, your wetness mixed with his spit was more than enough lube to make this as painless as possible. he also retracted his claws back, so he could rub into your g-spot without hurting you. your eyes rolled back as he abused your pleasure spot, moaning and gasping out into the air as another feeling of combustion was close to releasing.

soobin was getting fed plenty by your reactions and your pleasure, making his fatty cock throb between your legs from your noises. he didn’t understand why yeonjun would try to gatekeep a girl like you, it was mean, really. he was being such an asshole for this, he would get him back for this. he couldn’t think straight, and this normally didn’t happen to him. he was a demon of lust, but your pure unadulterated desire and innocence was making his head swirl.

he was making his fingers go faster inside you, curling and digging straight into the spot that made your back arch and your noises increase in volume. “s-soobin— soobin ‘m close—“ you gasped, only to feel him pull his fingers out so harshly. that alone almost made you cum, but you needed more pleasure. much more.

“no cumming yet princess, i take back what i said— you can’t cum on my fingers, only my dick,” he panted, using your slick to wet up his manhood. you watched in pure awe as the large red stick throbbed in his hand, feeling yourself throb even more just watching him. he was mesmerizing, how did all of these demons you met look so fucking hot? it was like everything you could ever want in a man physically, they were just beautiful.

soobin finished up his lubing and pushed his head against your hole, staring at you the whole time. your eyes were begging him, and so was your body. it was curling up into his cock, trying to get it deeper inside you. he chuckled and held your legs up, rubbing his head against your entrance before pushing his length inside, making you arch your back more and wiggle him in closer. your eyes look so blown out with lust, you looked so pretty.

once his full length was inside it had you panting, you had never felt so full before and it made you feel like such a whore. but, you loved this feeling, and he could tell how much you loved it. “never felt this full huh princess? doesn’t it feel good?” he cooed, a pathetic whine escaping your lips from the sweet pleasure coursing through your veins. you were drenching his cock, you wanted so much more and he would give you everything and more.

he started to move softly inside you, biting his lip at your tight heat. you whimpered loudly, that enough was to make you lose your mind. gasping and gripping at the sheets your eyes turned glossy and filled with dew. you couldn’t stop the noises from escaping you, genuinely and feverishly letting more and more noise out. you felt like he was sucking the soul out of you, genuinely and frankly. he was making you feel so good, and your orgasm was coming much faster than you expected.

he could feel you getting tighter around him, chuckling as he went a little faster inside you. you came right then and there, crying out in pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm. your right boob had fallen out of your tank top, making soobin reach out to touch it and roll the nipple in between his fingers. you moaned again, you couldn’t stop moaning, this was all too much. you could feel the tears roll down your face yet again, but this time from pure pleasure, no frustration. you were getting what you wanted and you could feel your throbbing start to ease, and you couldn’t be happier.

he was making you feel so good, you wondered what the fuck you were missing out on with sex. having him inside you made you delirious with lust, he was rubbing your g-spot effortlessly, made you writhe and keen with pleasure, everything was so much for you. he put a hand to your cheek and smiled softly, never stopping his hips. “you can take it, can’t you pretty baby? you’re doing so well for me, and i’m so close love… can you give me one more?” he coaxed you through this, helping you keep yourself steady as he pounded deep inside your weeping cunt.

yeonjun had came about 2 times already, funny little thing about the spell was that also your pleasure was also his pleasure. whatever pleasure you felt, he felt it but 10x worse. so he had used his human-like toy to please himself once his hand didn’t do much for him. he groaned and whimpered as the toy slid around his cock, imagining it was your pussy instead of some stupid toy. he felt really fucking good however, since you were feeling even better.

soobin growled as he gave it to you harder, making the wind knock out of you but you didn’t want him to stop. a thick hand wrapped around your throat, causing air to leave your lungs even more. you loved it, the circulation cutting off in your brain was making you numb, feeling your orgasm come faster and tighter. you choked out moans, tears rolling down your face and only fueling him more.

“ah—agh— s-soo— choi,” you breathed out, hearing his last name fall from your lips made gears turn in his brain, and in just a few minutes he was cumming deep inside you. his hand let go of your throat and held onto your thighs, biting into them as he shoved himself as deep a he could into you. you moaned loudly as you came around him yet again, twitching and spasming wildly due to the overwhelming pleasure. it was too much for you, way too much but now the feeling stopped.

yeonjun came deep inside the toy with a loud whiny moan, eyes rolling back in pleasure. that was the hardest he had came ever, it was a lot for him. he was pooped, pulling his softening cock out of the toy and flopping onto the bed, sighing heavily. soobin pulled out of you and pressed his hand against his chest, making his clothes reappear. though honestly he only had one a grey shirt and joggers. your clothes however, he just left you there in only your tank top. your panties were ripped on the floor and, while he could’ve just mended them back together with magic, the sight of you all fucked out and panting was more than enough for him.

you panted softly, looking up at soobin as he started to climb out of the window. you reached a hand out and tried to grab him, making him smile and go back to you. he held your hand and stared down at you, his skin was red hot as well. “princess, you know i have to go right? i’m a demon from the depths of hell, i can’t stay here for long,” he whispered to you, making you whine. he sighed and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, making it form a small mark that was barely noticeable but also looked like a beautiful birth mark.

“there, now you’ll keep a piece of me on you forever. now goodbye y/n, see you in 3 days baby.” he smiled, letting go of your hand and waving, going to the window and disappearing into thin air.

you watched him leave and sighed, closing your eyes and falling straight asleep.

back in hell soobin came in through the door, yeonjun on the couch playing on his phone. “so… did you enjoy the show?” he asked, yeonjun staring up at him before smiling. “yes i did, thanks a lot soobin,” he spoke, giving the taller a hug and giggling softly. “also… hope you don’t mind, but i might’ve marked her a little…” he mumbled, making yeonjun pull away from him and stare up at him.

“WHAT?!”

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ghostieyanyan · 3 months

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Is it ok if I can ask for a yandere Rollo Flamme? I like the idea of Rollo because he’s already based off a yandere villain so it makes sense. And I think Rolli would like to get close to Yuu cuz they don’t have any magic so they’re seen as ‘pure’ in Rollo’s eyes. Maybe Rollo can be seen trying hard to control his urges at the fireplace or he captured MC and tried to burn them at the stake like in the movie? Your choice.

hehehe... why not just add salt to injure? what if mc has pyrophobia, a fear of fire?

~Let the fire purify you~

Yan!Rollo x Pyrophobia!Mc

Warnings: Fire, burning, kidnapping, anxiety attack, chains, gag, breakdown,

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Rollo hated magic... with a passion. A passion that burned so bright that hurricanes, rainstorms, floods, and tsunami together couldn't extinguish this flame of pure hatred.

How does no one sees the danger of magic? How many lives have to be taken in the hand of magic for people to understand this is a problem? He guesses that its one of humanities sin, playing dumb, playing ignorant, until it becomes someone they care about that gets hurt. its always like that... why could people just see things through his lenses BEFORE someone got hurt...

But for now, he just has to do gods work for everyone else, until they see things his ways...

He had a plan. a plan that will solve this problem before it could get worst. The plan to get rid of magic, from one of the most powerful mages in twisted wonderland, to the student "prodigies" of that sick, sinful school, to the townsfolks of Fleur city, to every inch of Twisted wonderland.

With this crazy plan, he'll make, no, he'll force everyone to see how he sees life should be. he didnt care on who got hurt-

until-

he met Night Raven College's gem in the rock, their Perfect. When all the students were introducing themselves, when it was your turn. He swore the world stopped and he would have swore on his life that he saw wings and a halo on you. You looked, spoke, and acted like an angel. you even allow these sinful... beasts... breathe the same air as you. then you have an ACTUAL beast as a familiar. don't tell grim that.

your heart and soul must be made out of pure gold. he has to protect it at all cost. he will use his own body to shield you from magical blast and then some to keep your purity in tact. he will move mountains and redivert lakes, rivers, seas, and oceans for you. Rollo Flamme will make you into his deity that he worships.

All the students decided to split into groups and explore Fleur City, after they got changed.

to say Rollo thought you looked breathe taking in your glorious masquerade outfit was an understatement. he was about to come up to you and compliment you, maybe even starting small talk with you but a certain lizard decided to be the first to do so...

Of course that monster would be charmed by an angel like you. Evil loves to tempt with good.

no matter, he'll just have to see you another time but if he gets too busy..? He'll make time for you.

Rollo lead you into his office, you didn't mind too much because he was telling you all about the school's history and art. it is a really pretty school, it gives very romantic feelings.

when you finally made it into his office, you froze at the doorway at seeing the fire place. Rollo quickly notices and puts out the flame with a very helpful near by bucket. You were grateful that Rollo was very accommodating to your fears.

you thanked him and sat down across from him while Rollo sat in his chair.

"I'm very sorry for asking you to meet me at this ungodly hour but i just needed your input on something and if i didn't ask you, i would have had a sleepless night tossing and turning." Rollo said as he got everything on his desk organized.

"hehe, its alright. I just happen to have a restless night myself.. but i don't mind the company."

"oh my that sounds awful. what seems to be troubling you?"

"w-well.."

It was really hard to tell someone you only just recently met that you had a "bad feeling" about something and how so far, in twisted wonderland, its always comes true...

"well.. i think... maybe, its just the 'sleeping at a new place' feeling and I'm just not getting use to it. but I'm sure its fine. heh.."

"hmm.."

Rollo seemed satisfied with that answer and continues, by leaning towards you on the desk.

"i know i asked you about this before, but id like to discuss it with you more in depth... hmm?"

since Rollo put out the fire place, there was only a small lamp on the desk to shine light in the room. you kind of wished that the fire place was still lit... cause everything in this scenario was telling you to run and never look back..

"o-okay..? what would you like to know..?"

Rollo smiled and leaned back into his chair.

"as a magicless student in a full school of magical.. mages, aren't you scared they might... turn and hurt you..?"

the way he worded that made you feel more unnerved.. you trusted your friends in Night Raven College. Even the ones that did try to hurt you, they still came to your defense and help and protected you when you needed them.. you trusted them with your life and having this man tell you "you shouldn't because they can use magic" was... laughable...

"no.. because they've earn my trust and I've earn theirs..!"

"Earned..?"

Rollo's face darkened as you stood up from the chair you were sitting in.

"I'm sorry Rollo. Thank you for your hospitality but i have to go."

you start walking to the door but stopped.

"with however you feel about magic, i wont sit down and let you disrespect them just because they possess a special ability and i don't. It doesn't make them less of a person. Magic or no magic."

you walked to the door but before you could even touch the doorknob, you feel a body press against your back, pinning you against the door. you couldn't even move, much less move the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet angel~... i guess.. I'll just have to show you myself then~"

you see a quick purple blur and then tightness around your throat. Rollo was using his signature purple and gold handkerchief to strangle you! you tried to struggle. you tired to jab your elbow into his chest but his uniform was too thick for it to do any good.

You started to feel light headed then everything you saw was slowly turning black. the last thing you saw was Rollo, and the insanity in his eyes.

you had so many questions...

why you? was it because you don't have magic so you were "easy"? aren't there other people in twisted wonderland without magic? you just happened to go to a school "for" magic users so of course you'll see it a lot.

what's so bad about magic? ya it almost killed you here and there but it also almost killed either the user or other people around you.. but afterwards everything would have been fine. Plus you didn't blame the magic for those situations. you couldn't even say you blamed the user. some deserved the blame.. but not everyone..

how did you get here..? probably from your big mouth, you should have been smart when you were talking to Rollo. he was already giving you weird vibes and you just had to make it worst

you had more questions but you knew none of them would get answered..

you started to slowly open your eyes..

where are you..? what's this sound..? why cant you move..?

you slowly looked around, you remember this place... Rollo showed you, with your friends. the big bell, the bell of Solace. you noticed that you were alone though..

you looked around some more, you looked out from where you sat on the floor. it was dark out but with an orange hue... was the sun rising..? what's going on?

you went to take a step, to look out but something stopped you. a cold hand..? no..? a chain?!

if you weren't fully awake then, now you are! the chain was short, at least 2 feet long from the floor, it was attached to both your ankles. you could only go so far out.

what happened?! what's going on?!?

you started breathing heavily, tears started to form. you felt so confused, so lost. someone, anyone, please hel-

"oh my dear! you're awake."

your blood became ice, you looked up to see an uncomfortably happy Rollo.. he had a basket of breads and fruits.

"i was so worried that you'll never wake up. I'm very happy you did~"

with a heavy chest, you spoke.

"what's going on, Rollo!? Why are we here? why am i-?"

"oh within time my dear angel~ we just have to wait for those flowers to do their miracles. in the meantime, eat. you've been sleeping for a while and-"

"flowers..? what are you-...? Rollo...."

you took a deep breathe to try to settle your nerves.

"Please, Rollo... I'm scared. please tell me what's going on."

he looks at you and sighed, placing the basket down on a near by table. He then walked over to you and sat beside you, motioning you to come closer to him.

You did. you don't really have a choice right now..

"I'm making our perfect little world my love~ our paradise~"

you looked at the man like he was crazy. he was, at this point. But he continues.

"the Crimson flowers, the one that looks like fire, the flowers i shown you when you toured the city, they have the ability to take a mage's magic until they are just magicless people.. like you."

you stared at him but he kept smiling.

"magicless.. like me..?"

"yes my dear, then everyone in this world would have to understand magic is like a poisonous weed that has to be pulled out. or it'll spread to the other crops."

you just stared. you couldn't bare to keep looking at him so you turned to look at anything else..

magicless like you... no.. this isn't right. this cant happened!

Rollo thought the conversation was over and sat up to get the basket.

"Before this started, i made sure to get some food. i thought you'll be hungry so-"

"...mon...ster..."

Rollo froze. he was facing the backet and didn't turn around.

"excuse me..?"

you stood up, leaning against the wall, as best as you could. You knew your big mouth was gonna put you in a tough situation again but- what were you suppose to do?

"you, Rollo Flamme, are a monster."

he slowly turned to you, his eyes screamed murder. even if your body is shaking, from fear, from anxiety, from anger, maybe all of them at once's, but you kept your eye contact with Rollo.

You knew a comment like that will hurt him. you knew you couldn't physically harm him but you just wanted to hurt him like he planned to do the same to everyone you cared for..

the silence was deafening.

Rollo took some slow steps to you and leaned down to your level.

"take. that. back."

"no. cause i didn't say anything wrong.."

you hear Rollo take a deep breath and he quickly snaked his hand to grab the nape of your neck. you let out a gasp, from the sudden movement. he straighten his posture and brought you to his eye level.

"it's seems that those... mages.. have filled you with their poison. I'll just have to purify you myself. don't say i didn't warn you, my angel.."

he dragged you to a window and made you look outside. the entire city was filled with those flowers but... the looks of those flowers... made it look like you were in the middle of a raging firestorm. you felt your stomach drop. you felt cold shivers, and you didn't even realized that tears were falling. when you looked more, you noticed that the "fire" was slowly climbing the tower you were in.

you were about to let out a blood curdling scream but you were stopped by Rollo tying that purple handkerchief into a makeshift gag for you.

After that, he threw you, face down into the ground. Your body was shivering from fear so intensely, to the point that it feels like you lost complete control over your body. you couldn't even fight back when Rollo tied your hands together.

"i, really, am sorry for this my sweet angel~ but i have to get rid of the poison that those mages put in you... you have to be purified."

Rollo walked off and came back holding a fireplace poker. it was glowing red and you could see smoke coming off of it. where he got that, you didn't know but your attempt to get away from him was met with a wall against your back.

you felt your head spin, you were trembling to no return, the hot tears wouldn't stop, and the makeshift gag he put on you was now soak with tears, saliva, and snot.

Rollo kept walking towards you, in an agonizing slow pace.

"don't worry, my angel love~ after this, all will be forgiven~"

when he went to grab your face, he-

"MC!!"

those are.. familiar voices.. you know those voices..

"tch.. i suppose your punishment will have to wait my love. apparently, ill have to finish these pesky mages off myself."

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demonpiratehuntress · 3 months

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hi hello dearie, hope this finds you well <3 i’ve been reading some of your Ace content for DAYS cuz is ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT and i have a hyperfixation for the man.

i have this oddly specific request if you’re taking requests ofc asksnakxm

ace and the reader meet each other when he saved her from potentially being killed by some random ruthless and murdering pirate, she was in that situation because he had killed some of her friends but that’s not the issue AKSNWKSB the thing is she gets mad because Ace saved her so she said sum “i was content with the fact that i was going to die, i didn’t need your saving” and he’s just stunned cuz? he just saved her???? two days later she thanks him but she tries to escape many times from the ship and those many times Ace ruined her plans so after a week of trying she gives up. THEN two years later they confess their feelings for each other after a day of Ace following her like a puppy and teasing her nonstop until she gives in

ODDLY SPECIFIC IM SO SORRY 😭😭 but it’s okay if you can’t do it <3

hi! thank you so much 😊 also im so so sorry this took so long! I've just been really busy! but i hope you enjoy this! to everyone else, i am still working on the other requests! i have much more than i realised 😂 but i will get them out...eventually

taglist - @kabloswrld

stubborn

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - the ask above! :)

warnings - mild angst

Run.

That's all you could think of, all you could do. There was no time or space to do anything else, and your body had already kicked into the fight-or-flight response. You weren't sure how far you could get, but you were desperate to get away.

The gory images of your friends lying sprawled out on the ground, drenched in blood, made itself a home in your mind. You would never be able to forget that, no matter how hard you tried. Swallowing back a sob, you sprinted towards the town as fast as your tired legs could carry you.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?"

A solid wall of muscle slammed into you from the side and sent you flying. You hit an actual wall with a sickening crunch, pain erupting throughout your entire arm. Dislocated shoulder or broken arm, you couldn't tell which one through the blinding agony. You screamed, more so out of pain than wanting someone to hear. You already accepted your fate, the minute he found you. But that didn't make it any less painful.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this kill the most."

A large hand grabbef a fistful of your hair, yanking you upwards to meet his cold, murderous eyes. He was grinning wickedly, taking pleasure in your pain, and watched you squirm in his grip helplessly.

"If you're going to kill me, just get it over with!" You spat, not knowing where the bravery came from because of the immense pain emanating from your injured limb.

He tutted, "No, you gave me too much trouble. I'm going to make this slow and painful, just for you."

"Now that's no way to treat a lady."

A bright orange light filled your vision, but you couldn't tell what it was as you were suddenly dropped, the man who'd murdered your friends letting out a pained yelp. You lifted your head, dots swimming in your vision, but you were able to make out the familisr form of flames dancing along the man's chest.

"Judging from all the blood on your clothes, I'm gonna guess you went a little crazy tonight," another man was saying, but he sounded childishly amused. "Well, too bad it ends for you right here."

You turned to look at the owner, just as he flicked his wrist and sent more fire the murderous pirate's way. Pretty soon he was engulfed in flames, screaming and pawing at his clothes while trying to extinguish them. You couldn't care less, observing the man who'd saved your life.

He was tall and muscular, pale skin lit up by the ball of fire hovering above his palm. No, wait, his hand WAS the ball of fire. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but black shorts, black boots and a red cowboy hat.

You'd seen him somewhere before...

"Ah, good. I thought that might take a while."

You turned back to the man who'd killed your friends and had been chasing you up until now, only to see a crumpled black heap on the floor a few feet away. Your eyes widened, before you were suddenly lifted up into a pair of strong arms.

"I didn't need your help," you blurted out, "I was ready to die! I didn't want to be saved!" Tears formed in your eyes. You had nothing left. You should have died.

Ace frowned, his heart sinking. Your words brought a familiar feeling back to him, one that he hasn't forgotten but had tried to push away after finding a family in the Whitebeard pirates. He knew what it was like to feel the way you did, and it tugged at his heartstrings to find someone else like that.

Someone who didn't want saving, but desperately needed it.

He's so shocked that he almost forgets you need medical treatment. When he finally remembers, he says nothing and hurries back to the ship with you, his mind racing.

Two days later, your arm is in a sling and you're walking around the Moby Dick looking for the raven-haired commander that saved your life. The crew was friendly enough to you, and Marco had suggested more bedrest, but you wanted to see and thank Ace.

It was true that you wanted to die, yes, but after facing the kindness of someone you didn't even know, your mind had slowly changed. You were starting to feel grateful towards him, grateful for being alive.

"Hey! You're awake!"

You turned at the sound of the cheery man, spotting him coming your way. You relaxed slightly, not sure why you were so tense to begin with but relieved to see him.

"Yeah," you breathed out, "Your doctor works wonders."

"That he does," Ace grinned, before eyeing you up and down, "You look a lot better. I didn't get your name, though."

"Oh, it's (Name)," you told him, "You're Portgas D. Ace, right? Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates?"

"That's me. Glad to know I'm popular with pretty women," he flirted, sending you a smile that knocked the air out of your lungs.

You blushed, flustered, "Well I-I just wanted to say...thank you. I hadn't realised it before, but I didn't really want to die. Just thought I had no one left, and nowhere to go. So thank you for changing that."

Ace's smile only grew, so much so you feared it would tear his face in two, "You're welcome! If I'm being honest, I was glad to play hero for a beautiful woman."

Your blush deepened, his charms affecting you in a way that nothing else and no one else ever had. You found yourself at a loss for words, but thankfully he was called away so you didn't have to say anything else.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

The first time you tried to escape, you didn't realise they had a rotational watch schedule. And you hadn't realised that Ace was the one who was on watch that evening.

"Hey, (Name)! Where ya going?"

He smiled at you innocently enough, but his eyes told you he knew exactly what you were trying to do. After all, he'd done the same thing back when he joined. You were just too similar to him.

"Uh...nowhere?" You tried to lie, but you sucked at it. You couldn't even convince a potato if you tried.

"Hmm," he clicked his tongue. "This won't do. Maybe I should just tell Whitebeard, or should I keep this to myself in hopes that it doesn't happen again?"

You agreed to the latter.

The second time, Ace was actually sneaking out of the kitchen with some food when he bumped into you. He raised his eyebrow as your eyes widened, your face giving away your intentions entirely.

He tsk'ed, "Again, (Name)?" He pouted. "You promised, you know."

You sighed and went back to your room, dejected. You could hear him laughing as he walked past your room, and you rolled your eyes as you laid back down to sleep.

The third time, Ace was prepared.

And he had made a trap for you. Which you fell right into, which is why you were now wriggling around in one of the smaller boats, wrestling with a net.

"This is getting old, you know," Ace chuckled as he loomed over you. "Trust me, I know all the tricks. I was you once."

After the fourth and fifth times, you gave up. Ace wasn't going to let you leave, and as the days went by and you got closer to him and the crew, you found your will to leave slowly sapping away. You eventually realised you wanted to stay, having found a family and healed - if only a little bit - with the Whitebeard crew.

One year passed, and you had almost forgotten about the man who'd tormented you. You'd had so much fun with the Whitebeard Pirates, Ace in particular, that you hadn't thought much of the incident. It was getting easier and easier to rid your mind of the gruesome image of your deceased friends month after month. Each adventure left you happier, lighter, and you soon found yourself finding happiness once more.

The pirate life was truly meant for you.

Two years passed, and your time with the Whitebeard crew had become the best of your life. They were practically your family now, and you spoke about and to them as such. You never forgot what happened to you, but you barely thought of it anymore. Not when your head was filled with thoughts about a certain 2nd division commander, with whom you'd fallen in love.

"Ace, stop!" You giggled as he scooped up some batter from the bowl you were mixing it in. You were baking cookies, but Ace was determined to be a menace and sneak in fingerfuls of batter each time you looked away.

"Can't help it," he whined, "It already tastes so good!"

"I haven't even baked it yet!"

"Well then imagine how amazing it'll taste after that!"

You knew he was trying to flatter you to get out of trouble, but you did not care because it was working. And you hated that it always worked, especially with him, because he made your heart race and gave you butterflies.

The days following that included Ace following you around, which you found a little strange since you didn't know why. He would never tell you the reason, always saying something stupid like "you smell good" or "im your bodyguard". You knew he was doing it to tease you, but you couldn't help feeling giddy over the fact that he was choosing to gift YOU with all of his attention.

"Okay, come clean for real this time," you finally approached him one night he was on watch, sitting down next to him. "Why have you been following me around? Teasing me all day, everyday?"

He turned to you, thinking for a moment before speaking seriously for the first time in his life, "Because I'm in love with you, (Name). I didn't want to tell you because I wasn't sure how you'd react or what you'd say, but that's what it is since you wanted to know so badly."

Your eyes went wide, heart thumping like a drum in your chest, "You...you're in love with me?"

He nodded, looking down at his shorts, "I am. These past two years, getting to know you...well, I never really considered the idea of love. But finding you changed that. We're so alike, but also different in ways that complement each other. If that makes sense, I'm not sure it does."

"It does," you smiled slowly, looking out over the water. "And that's really sweet. No one's ever said something so sweet to me before."

"Really? I find that hard to believe, you're so pretty and cute."

Cue the blush, "Yeah, well, I didn't really like anyone before you," you admitted. "Never paid attention to men much, until you barged into my life." You laughed. "You've made me feel so welcome, so comfortable, so happy. You've given me a sense of peace after what happened, and I'm so thankful to you for that. You saved me in more than one way, Ace, and I'm madly in love with you for it."

Your confession took a bit of time to register in his head, but once it did he was smiling goofily and grasping your hand in his. You rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as the two of you spent the whole night holding hands, watching the ocean, and - your favourite part - sharing many heartfelt, intimate kisses.

You were eternally grateful to and for Ace, the man who'd saved you without your permission but eventually earned your heart.

#one piece #op #one piece x reader #one piece x you #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you

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ayylovley · 29 days

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i’ve read somewhere that Sam’s aftercare would be the best so <4 - What their aftercare is like> for Sam, please? 🥹🥹 also Jake if possible bc he’s the sweetest boy ever 💕

Depending on how he feels about you and to me I’d think Jake would be the sweetest (Vasco too but I say Jake cuz he’s one of the only Lookism guys that would fuck you like a slut and then you’d have the sweetest aftercare)

4. after care with sameuel and jake

Samuel Seo

The small flame lights the end of Samuel’s cigarette when he pressed his thumb pad down on the lighter’s spark-wheel, letting him inhale a long good drag of the nicotine after that amazingly good fuck that made his ego rise even more. Tipping his head back, his lips make a ‘O’ shape to blow out the thick cloud of smoke in the air. You could hear your boyfriend practically groan from that hit, as you lay next to him with your hazy eyes looking up at smoke fade and disappear into the musky bedroom.

Finally he speaks, “was it good enough to get you in the bath, baby? How’s your legs?”

He asked that question with some condescension that can’t be ignored. Still, you appreciate how sweet he is to you after being with you long enough to make him take care of you however you’d like afterwards. “No it’s ok I don’t need a bath tonight. My legs do hurt though. I like it when you massage my inner thighs, babe.”

A grin pulls on his lips, “You got it, baby cakes.”

Sticking the cigarette in between his teeth, he watches you roll over slightly spreading your legs for him to rub the places you felt the most pain in.

A soft moan escaped her lips, despite your core throbbing from how many times he’s made you cum, you can’t help but want more of his touch when his inked hands rub so hard against your skin yet knows how to be gentle. Hearing your sounds encourages Samuel to keep going, using the thumb that was just on the spark-wheel to light the cigarette that remains in his mouth to really dig onto the space dangerously close to the folds.

Using one hand to slip the stick away from his lips, he leans down in need of kissing your opened mouth when you’re moaning from his massages like that. His strong hands roam up your body, still being gentle and caressing places that left you just… euphoric.

The little sounds of both of your lips sliding, you feel his fingers lift your chin a little bit to have your eyes open and glance into his with a hazy sight.

“You’re so sexy, baby. I just can’t help but fuck you so hard that you’d barely form words or make a sound.”

Ugh! Moments like this, when he uses his cockiness with being so gentle yet making it clear he still wants you, it does something to you. Especially the long, slow, wet kisses in times like this just fold you. You didn’t want to lose this moment but your body screaming for him to go again, you want to savor this moment like you always do.

Because it’s rare when Samuel is soft like this.

Jake Kim

Jake was such a sweet boyfriend to you, you’d melt in his hands and arms after a long hardcore fuck session that left you not being able to move. But with his treatment and aftercare you can feel almost completely fine the next day.

After all, he’s a romantic through and through.

As you lay there absolutely exhausted and sweaty, he knew that you wouldn’t be able to stand in the shower. So with his strong arms, you’re scooped up from the bed having his muscles flex a little. You blush as you’re lifted up from the ground to be taken to the bathroom where down the hallway you can hear soft music playing, and already spot the lights off, but a flicker of candles were in your vision. You gush hard at this gesture that leaves your heart aching.

“Jake…”

Jake smiles softly hearing the appreciation in your voice when he took you to the tub and played you carefully in the bubbly water. The heat kissing your body makes you moan a little when the soreness that was taking over your inner thighs felt better instantly. The soft sultry music playing on his phone increased the relaxation. “Aren’t you gonna join me?” With a chuckle he nods and you shift your body slightly to let him step in with you. With you on his lap, you melt into him when your arms rest on his, his muscular arms wrap around your waist protectively. Just setting the mood for this romanticism more.

Jake looks at you with heart eyes, he never thought he’d find someone honestly and let alone someone he got so lucky with. Using every love language in the book, his lips lower to your ear to whisper sweet nothings. Making you practically lovesick.

“Your eyes just make me forget about the world around us. And I can just beg you to let me kiss those lips.”

Gushing and putty in his hands, your eyebrows thread softly. “My god I, I love you so much, Jake.” He knows what you’re feeling in this moment because he feels it too.

“I love you more, (Y/N).”

#damn jake’s got gushy as hell #lookism comic #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Omg I love your writinggggggg. We need that religious kink with Aegon (or Aemond), we know their mother had to have accidentally given these boys some religious trauma on top of their horrible daddy and mommy issues djdkjdndmd —@thattargboy (on anon cuz it’s a sideblog)

So. I had a hard time with this one but I loved it. When it comes to religious trauma there’s so many angsty ideas that pop into my head. So def went darker than intended. Hope you like it though!!! @thattargboy

Kink Bingo - Religious Kink

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Religious trauma, everyone has mommy issues, TW: dub-con, Incest, sister!wife!reader, Aegon is a shit head because He Doesn’t Know How To Process Emotions, dry humping, clitoral orgasm👍

Father, Mother, Maiden, Warrior, Smith, Crone, and Stranger

The statues stood tall in the great Sept besides the faceless Stranger. Candles were lit, people praying to the gods quietly. Knelt down, lips mumbling and begging. You kneeled at the feet of the Mother, praying for her patience and strength.

He was behind you.

Aegon hated the Sept, avoided it at all costs much to your own Mother’s chagrin. He took after most male Targaryens, fashioned themselves closer to gods than man. High in the sky on gleaming, golden Sunfyre. You felt he would burn ten times hotter than any dragon flame in the Seven Hells.

You didn’t know why he accompanied you today. Prick preferred to waste away drunk in Flea Bottom or go take his dragon on a reckless joyride. You shook the moron out of your thoughts to pray.

Most devout Mother, grant me your kindness, wisdom, and love for all.

Save me from my wicked blood.

Save my children from abomination they had no choice.

O benevolent mother, please.

“Is this what you do all day?,” he drawled. Aegon leant on a column lazily, lidded eyes glassy. Your lips twitched but you remained placid. Turning to face your husband, and brother, you said, “No Aegon. This is one of the many things I do in a day.” Not like he cared.

Aegon yawned, “So exciting.”

Your chest tightened in anger. The hot headed dragon blood did not like being smothered like this. Aegon snorted, “They’re not real. I don’t know why you waste your time.” You couldn’t help but tighten cold hands in your dress hard as possible.

Angry tears welled up in your eyes, but you remained silent and hoped he would get the hint and leave. Nope. You heard his boots scuffle to your side, the prince falling to his knees. Your own lilac orbs met violet. He raised an amused brow, getting closer into your space. You snapped your head away with a huff.

“What do you want? I figured you’d burn up stepping foot in here.”

Aegon’s pouty lips turned down. He mumbled, “That’s what mother always said,” the blonde jerked his chin towards the statue, “I always prayed to her and received nothing.”

Exasperated, you deadpanned, “Because you defile all of her daughters. Really, why are you here?”

“Our actual mother told me to come see you. Said it might save me from my wicked blood to sit with my pious sister.”

Aegon looked more uncomfortable and downcast, eyes dropping to the floor. You eyed him coolly before remarking, “She won’t answer our prayers because we’ve committed a grave sin. Marrying blood into blood like the dragon does.” You looked up at the carved statue, face loving but cold as the stone it was made from.

Your brother laughed, “If we’re doomed why waste your time here dear sister?”

Finally you snapped at him, “I believe that maybe she will pity me for being married to my own brother, one who is a drunkard that lies with whores until he’s sick with it!”

He flinched as if struck, pale curls swishing as he turned away. Your eyes flickered down to his pallid hands, trembling at his sides. Guilt ate at you— hate begets hate. You stammered, “I- I’m sorry Aegon, please.”

His gaze flashed back at you with a newly found anger. Aegon hissed, “What makes you so high and mighty sister? Because Otto and Alicent like you so much? You’re no better than me looking down on everyone like you do.” He gripped at your wrist and yanked you forward.

Aegon’s snarling face was mere inches from you now, wine on his breath per usual. His cheeks were flushed and eyes wild. You hated how handsome your husband was. All of the Targaryens were ethereally beautiful like that— making attraction almost inevitable.

“S-stop. I said I was sorry,” you murmured.

He growled, “Apologize to the Mother then. Apologize to our mother for spurning your brother while you’re at it.” You whimpered softly, eyelashes fluttering under the pressure. Alicent was the last thing you wanted to think about when Aegon was stirring up unholy feelings. Anger, lust, you couldn’t tell.

The elder sibling wrangled you back up, tucking himself behind, knees caging your legs in. You whispered in shock, “A-Aegon? What are you doing? People will see!” His chin came to nestle on your shoulder, hands came round to clasp over your own.

“We’re only a couple praying. They wouldn’t dare approach when the white knights are about.”

His hips were flush with your ass, cock throbbing between your cheeks. You whimpered again, face reddening in embarrassment. He rutted against the giving flesh softly, purring, “C’mon and pray for your dear brother’s salvation.”

“Y-you’re ma-my husband,” you said.

“Knew you as my lovely sister first,” Aegon mused.

He rutted harder, gasping into your neck. He licked and sucked at the soft skin, you moaning before cutting the sound off. One of Aegon’s ringed hands snuck between your legs. He growled, “Pray for me now. Save me from the fires of hell.”

You felt woozy, limbs wobbly and weak. Your husband’s fingers drug against your sensitive bundle of nerves, shame and desire overtaking any rational thought. You warbled, “O Mother, please save us from sin. Forgive my brother for he knows not your forgiveness, ah!”

Aegon was panting now as he used your body for pleasure. He whimpered, “G-good, keep going, so sweet.” The blonde’s fingers slid through your slick to glide easier around your button. Your thighs trembled while you recited, “Save your child from the fires of the Seven hells, smile upon thee O Mother!”

He groaned desperately, moving faster and faster. Your own breath was a nervous staccato, quivering hands wringing together. You whined, “No more, I’ve prayed, Aegon!” His swirling digits paused while he smugly joked, “Say stop and I will.”

It only took you a shameful beat before begging, “Please, please don’t stop Aegon.”

“That’s my sweet little sister.”

You shut your eyes, unable to take the shame. The Mother’s presence loomed over the pair of you— just like Alicent’s did. But he felt so good. Your head lolled upon his shoulder while you whined and gasped. Aegon groaned, “When we’re blood of dragonlords we don’t need this nonsense mother forces upon us,” he drug his fingertips up sharply, “If you want something, take it.”

You gasped and stilled in surprise, whining high in your throat as your cunt tightened and gushed between your taut thighs. Aegon cried out into the sept, echoing as he reached his peak. You felt his cock throbbing and leaking onto your fine dress, Aegon smiling against your mottled neck.

In a fit of clarity you scrambled from the elder sibling, feeling a retch bubble up. You cursed, “You’re sick! No one will ever love you— blackened and vile creature!” Aegon blinked out of his stupor, eyes suddenly going wide.

He murmured, “You don’t mean that. Don’t say that.”

Still sprawled haphazardly on the floor you reiterated, “No one will love a wretch like you Aegon, as much as you drown it out with the drink.”

The prince’s cheeks grew wet with tears, another shaky plea leaving his lips. He watched you get up and give another scathing look before stiffly walking away with a Kingsguard. His violet eyes looked up to the Mother. He screeched at the bitch. The dried spend in Aegon’s pants now felt disgusting. He was disgusting.

#aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #hotd smut #aegon ii x reader #answered ask #kink bingo #religious kink #sister wife!reader

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rupertsfangirl · 4 months

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Ron Weasley Imagine-Comforts you after a rough day at work (Smut)

Disclosure: Spanking, oral (female & male receiving), Probably missing sum but idk.

Summary: You have a long and rough day at work and your doting husband Ron takes care of you when you get home (IYKYK).

Word count:2.5k

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley

Note: HOLY HELL I APOLOGIZE! I know I released the original all fluff version like weeks ago but the holidays came around and then my birthday and a bunch of other things but anyway I’m back for now (hehe). I am starting school up again but I should have a bunch of free time due to most of my classes being extracurricular ones since I took college courses to do the other classes early (Yippee for me). Anyway I really hope you enjoy it. I know I had fun writing it even though it took me like a million years. I do plan on making a twins one but I kinda need to rewrite it cuz I accidentally set it in a time period making them underaged sooo yea gotta redo that, oopsies.

Ron stood in the doorway and let his blue eyes trace your figure.

“You look beautiful.” You blushed at his compliment.

“Well today is important.” He walked up next to you and took the necklace you planned to wear off the desk. He placed it around your neck while you lifted your hair allowing him to clasp it together.

“Perfect,” he whispered, placing his hands on your waist from behind. You smile as you put your matching earrings in.

“Alright, I'm ready.”

“Do you have everything prepared?”

“Yes, it's all in my organizer.”

“Well then don’t forget you are amazing and you’ve got this, go get’em.” You hug him feeling a surge of extra confidence from his words. You walk out of the room and down the stairs to the fireplace, Ron trailing behind you. He presses a kiss onto your forehead. While stepping into the fireplace you grab a palm full of floo powder,

“Ministry of Magic.” You watch as Ron disappears behind the flames and the ministry's black brick walls appear. You start towards the conference room feeling the sweat on your palms, you take a deep breath and reassure yourself.

“You got this.” You step into the room first, as you expected. You begin to set up your presentation; it was an important one because it would allow your department to expand and potentially lead to a promotion for yourself. Once everyone had arrived you began the presentation. You glided through with ease feeling quite cool and collected the whole time. Why had you been so nervous before, you thought of Ron’s words and smiled internally. After the presentation you were feeling pretty good about it. You left the room and started back toward your office however you heard a few of the wizards and witches who had been in the room talking badly about your presentation. It made you upset and questioned whether you had hallucinated that you were so calm while presenting. You tried to shake it off but remained in a funk the rest of the day. And add that you were behind on just about everything due to being understaffed, it was a combination of all the things that made you overwhelmed.

You had stayed about 3 hours overtime and got home later than you planned; but even still the second you got home Ron was there to greet you. He took your bag, giving you a kiss while grabbing it, and placed it on the couch.

“How was work?” You only groan in response. “That bad sweetheart?” You nod and place your head onto his shoulder letting out a big sigh. Ron tries comforting you by rubbing your back and holding your head.

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes and we can just relax.”

“Alright,” you say, grabbing your bag and heading upstairs to change into something comfy. You take your hair out of the tight bun it's been in all day and fling off the narrow pumps your feet were squished into; sitting down you take out your earrings and necklace.

Suddenly Ron shouts from downstairs, “I have a surprise for you!” You can’t help but feel excited using a spell to quickly and cleanly remove your makeup. You make your way back downstairs to see a table set with two plates of delicious looking food, candles, and glasses of the good stuff (nice wine). Ron looks pleased with himself and you can’t help but feel like you drooled a bit when you saw the food.

“Oh my goodness, what did I do to deserve you?” You give him a tight hug and you both sit to eat. You tell him all about the rough day you had and he shows all his emotions on his face like he usually did: anger when you told him about the people who talked bad about you, worry when you told him about all the work you have, and excitement when you told him that you still felt the presentation went well. Then he told you all about the day he had at work which was usually light hearted as he co-managed the joke emporium with his brother George. He always managed to make you laugh with something crazy that happened. You guys finished eating and took the plates to the kitchen placing them in the sink then Ron used a spell to start washing them.

“What do you feel up to, darling: a bath, a movie, or maybe me?” You giggled at his proposal and rubbed your finger on your chin pretending to think really hard.

“Hmm, what about a massage; my back and feet are killing me.”

“I can make that happen.” He had placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed them lightly. “Go up to the room, I’ll meet you up there.”

“Okay.” You head up the stairs and into the room, you lie face down on the bed placing your head into your arms. Ron walks in a minute or so after with a bottle of oil.

“Well you have to take off your shirt,” he chuckled while giving you a knowing look. You roll your eyes at him making sure to face away from him while removing your shirt. You quickly lay back down on the bed and soon after Ron drips the warm oil onto your back instantly soothing you. He begins to glide his hands along the sides of your back to your shoulders where he puts pressure and squeezes causing you to let out soft moans.

“You have magic hands Ronnie,” you mumble jokingly. He chuckles quietly and continues to massage the knots out of your shoulders. He then slowly moves his hands down to your lower back and using his thumbs he presses into it and moves out slowly; you gasp lightly feeling loose and calm.

“Did that feel good?” You nod into the bed and he smiles feeling happy he can please you. Ron’s rough yet gentle hands rubbing from your neck, to your shoulders, to your tailbone. You feel as though you're on a cloud and you allow your mind to wonder. You sense his fingers slip into your pants, slowly pulling them down; you think about telling him off but it’s been awhile since you two had been sexually intimate, so you let him continue. His hands caressing your ass; starting from the bottom of your cheeks and squeezing while sliding up. He pulled the spandex waistband of your underwear letting it slap back down onto your waist and swiftly slapping your ass making you tremble. While sliding your pants off all the way, his hand came down a second time leaving you a shade redder.

He smirked at his ability to make you squirm and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Ass up.” You bite your lip, abiding his demand, getting on your knees and arching your back to lift your backside into the air. He ran his thumb under the trim of your underwear, lifting it and planting another slap on your cheek; you jump, letting out a slight squeal.

A pleased grin spread on his face, “You’re so wet for me.” Placing the pad of his finger on the forming wet circle, beginning to rub it; the friction of the fabric against your entrance causing a moan to escape your lips. His fingers traced over your lips gradually moving inwards towards your more sensitive areas; slowly working up the pressure but keeping the same pace.

“Your hands really are magic.”

“That's not all that's magic,” a sly smile forming on lips. He roughly pulled off your underwear revealing just how wet you really were. His tongue gently skimming your thigh until slowly reaching your vagina. You softly call out his name as he draws circles and places kisses; soon after pushing his tongue into you. Sultry breaths and rough hands accompanied by a soft tongue brought a rising heat. Contrasting with the coldness of his fingertips as they explored your legs before placing another slap on your ass, pulling a whine from your throat. His mouth hovered just above your clit, placing gentle kisses around the hood and releasing light slow breaths onto it, making you ache for his tongue on your clit. Your hips seemed to take control attempting to move closer to his mouth; prompting Ron to plant another slap on your already rosy cheek.

“You have to be patient,” he tutted before treating your ass to several quick slaps. The sensations drawing out sounds you were unaware you could make.

“Please,” you whine.

He smirks into your skin and shakes his head, “But I love watching you beg.” His finger trailed from the top of your vulva to the bottom; his breath still seemingly rubbing your clitoral hood. As his finger was just to touch your clit he pulled away skipping over the area then continued down. Every time he did this you whined and squirmed, craving his finger pads on your deprived clit. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the feeling of Ron’s muggy breath and his coarse hands that knew all the spots to make you scream.

“Ronnie, I-”

“You're close, I know.” His voice trailed as he put his tongue back to work making you moan at the sudden warm stimulation. He slowly licked up to your clit and finally allowed it some love. Your voice filled the room and you could feel your climax on the tip of your tongue as could he (literally). You felt as if you were filling up until it spilled over, spreading throughout your body making you shiver and moan Ron’s name. Your legs become wobbly and weak causing you to fall flat back onto the bed. Ron flipped you onto your back and wiped your watery eyes.

“How does my princess feel? Can she take another round?” his hands rubbing your cheeks and head. You felt all the warmth from his body next to yours. You turn your head to face him and biting your lip you nod. He smiles, “We can take a break.” Suddenly you feel a surge of energy from the very last remnants of your orgasm; quickly you straddle Ron who looks shocked but also extremely turned on. You slide his pants down slowly with his boxers in tow, revealing his hard cock.

“It's so perfect. Perfect for me.” You place a kiss on the head, Ron smiles as his cheeks turn a light red. You slide down his legs to make it easier for your mouth to reach. You reached for the oil on the floor and put a bit on your hand. Placing your hand he twitched at the temperature change. You gripped the center and began slowly moving up and down placing kisses along the side.

“Sorry it's cold.” He only mumbled under his breath in response. Your other hand made its way to his balls cupping them and beginning to massage them. Dragging your tongue across the head you heard Ron let out stifled moans, using his hand to cover his mouth. His eyes locked with yours, he seemed nervous but you maintained the contact seemingly making him more sensitive. You smile to yourself as you continue to navigate your tongue around his sensitive head, licking up a bit of precum in the process.

“Does that feel good?” You watched as he brought his hand to grab the back of your head; he lightly tugged your hair letting you know he liked what you were doing. “You need to use your words darling,” you whisper smugly. Using his arm to cover his eyes he mumbled, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes it feels good.” His whines and reactions to your hand and tongue only tempting you to mess him up further; but you want to take your time teasing him until he can’t hold it. You start to quicken your pace as you feel Ron getting closer from his expressive voice and face as well as the abundance of precum flowing from him. His hand gripped to your hair hard pushing himself deeper into your mouth just as he came. You felt it slide down your throat as you swallowed, wiping some from the corner of your lip. You continued to run your hand up and down as he was feeling out the final traces of his climax. “If i’m magic you must be mythical,” he huffed catching his breath. You laughed a bit at his joke and crawled up to his chest laying your head on him.

“I guess I must be.” He stroked the back of your head while planting kisses. Your hand remained on his penis, idly rubbing it through which you felt it regain the stiffness it had just moments ago. You slid back down so that his penis was against your stomach.

“I thought you were tired. And yet here you are taking charge,” He chuckled while sliding a hand on your waist.

“You’ve invigorated me.” You practically beam with confidence; giving him a sly look, you sit up on your knees to guide his dick inside. Placing your hands on his chest you began to roll your hips, looking at his pleasure stained face. You leaned over pressing your lips to his. His fingers snaking to your hair and pulling you away from his lips leaving a trail of saliva. You had stopped moving, catching your breath from his sudden aggression. His hips started to entertain you with small thrusts making you moan. Releasing your hair, he sat up keeping you in his lap. Pressing your foreheads together you breathe heavily into him soon after your lips are locked with his once again. The kiss is deep and messy matching his hip movements; you can feel him getting closer. He quickly flips you onto your back, catching you by surprise. You look upon his face, admiring him: his heavy breath, the way he looks at you, it makes you squirm a little. You move your hand to stimulate your clit as Ron drags his tongue against your neck, making you shiver. Both yours and Ron’s bodies were nearing their limit. A warm and powerful sensation began to overtake your body until it suddenly burst and felt like a wave crashing and soon after dissipating back into the ocean. At the same time you could hear and see Ron climaxing with you. You felt him fill you up and then fall next to you both of you catching your breaths. Ron turns his head to face you, pushing your head to face him.

“Your brilliant-” you glare a bit, “-and beautiful” he whispers quickly as he caresses your cheek. You smile leaning into his hand, your whole face a bit red. Bringing yourself closer to him you lay your head on his chest, allowing you to hear his fast beating heart.

“I think I’ll take tomorrow off.” you chuckle. Looking up you give him a suggestive look, he seems to blush but it's hard to tell as his face is all a pinkish red.

“Y…yeah maybe you should.” He slides his hand down the back of your hair as he speaks, while trying to avoid eye contact.

“You're cute.”

“And you're perfect.”

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How about Alejandro x male!reader who got caught in a heavy rain/storm while on a patrol and had to wait it out in one of the abandoned buildings? They were drenched and all their clothes wet, so they made a small fire and took them off so they would dry. So there they were, sitting only in their underwear, trying to keep it cool, but one thing led to another and they started making out, cuz what's more romantic than kissing during a storm? You can add a little of smut at the end if you want, only if you're up to it! Love your fics btw, Im so happy to see a male reader blog with such amazing stories!

Translation for those wondering: Alejandro with a male reader who is his enemy, and they accidentally fuck.

Loved combining these two lovely ideas, enjoy some good ol hate that festered into some romance

On A Cold Rainy Night

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Male Reader

Summary: You seek shelter from the storm but happen to spend it out with your ‘sworn enemy’ Alejandro Vargas, gets a little steamy from there.

Warnings: Smut, enemies to lovers but it’s very short lived 😦, no beta read we die like roach

Word count: 1598

You never chose sides, you went with whatever you were put with. You were a loyal soldier, you wouldn’t leave your boss’s side if given the chance. You worked with Graves and he found you were a great soldier in battle, hence you were his favorite.

You never saw yourself as anything more or less, you made sure of it. You were a loyal dog to Graves as the shadow company’s hound, you did all the tiring dirty work. Yet here you were, lost in a storm with no way to get back.

You shivered, stepping into an abandoned building, you were drenched. You sighed softly, thinking that it would be another night alone as you walked deeper into the building to at least keep yourself a bit more well hidden from anyone bothering to investigate in this harsh weather.

The comforting cackling of fire drew you in, you were freezing in your soaked gear. You haven’t realized when your body moved on its own, turning into the room eagerly, you needed warmth, desperately.

The sound of a gun cocking broke you out of your need, “Don’t fucking move.” The voice came from behind you as you slowly raised your hands to show you didn’t come for a fight. You stood in your spot, only a few steps away from the warming blaze you could really use right now.

“You’re one of the snakes that captured me!” He spat. You bit back a shiver, how could you forget Alejandro? You were the one to supervise him, the one who cracked jokes with him despite the cruel reality of the two of you being enemies.

“It was my job.” You sighed, turning around to meet his cold eyes fueled by hate. You met his eyes, watching them soften at the sight of your face, recognizing your beautiful features. He put his gun away, running his hand through his hair in frustration, cursing at himself in spanish. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with Graves?”

“Sent me away on patrol” You replied simply, letting your hands drop as you kneeled beside the burning flame, it didn’t look like it was going for a while at all. “You’re by his side through almost everything I don’t understand.” Alejandro spoke as he kneeled across from you. “I’m as obedient as a dog can be, it’s what I’m referred to.” You spoke, your voice lacked any emotion. “Christ you sound like Ghost yet he’s been cheery as of late.” Alejandro sighed as he began to peel himself out of his unnecessary gear. You hummed in reply, you never really had a simple conversation but it did feel good to at least listen to one.

“Did you come alone?” Alejandro asked, you shook your head, “Went alone,Graves deemed me strong enough to go out here, its one big waste of time” You scoffed, “Deemed me as replaceable.” You snapped, you didn’t mean to get so rude all of a sudden but it was in your nature and your ways. You shivered as you quickly removed your gear, tossing the soaked pieces to the side but still at arm's length, just in case Alejandro were to betray you on this tense night.

You let out a delighted sigh, edging closer to the fire, you could feel Alejandro’s eyes on you. The rain outside thundered loudly, it wasn’t gonna ease up anytime soon so you were stuck here with Alejandro, who seemed calm for the most part.

You shivered harshly, cursing at yourself, your damn clothes were soaked and you could tell Alejandro was holding back a lot to act like the cold didn’t affect him at all. “Can I trust you not to kill me tonight?” You hissed quietly, “A truce?” Alejandro’s brow raised, “Can do that if you do the same.”

“You have my word, I’ll stick to it.” You groaned, shedding yourself out from your cold, damp clothes. A loud audible sigh leaving your lips as you sat comfortably in your pants. Alejandro paused with his mouth slightly open, looking over your scarred torso glistening in the fire light, only shutting his mouth to gulp back a sound. His face was a little red and he couldn’t help but stare.

“Christ I’m so fucking cold-” You shut your eyes as you rubbed your arms up and down to produce some heat. You heard shuffling before arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. Your shivering eased a little as you sighed, “Thank you..” You smiled softly, leaning back against his chest, his shirt was off and it brought a blush to your face at the realization.

“Think of it as me returning the favor.. for past incidents between you and me” Alejandro whispered, his hot breath fanning against your bare shoulder. You whined, doing your best to stay warm, Alejandro’s hands worked up and down your skin, massaging your tension away with the warmth his hands provided.

You groaned, shifting back against him. He cursed behind you, hands slowing to a stop. “You’ve got to stop moving mi amor..” He groaned. You turned around to meet his eyes before you lowered your gaze, your face immediately burning redder. “Sorry.” You murmured, you didn’t think you would get to this point, yet even have someone to love. You always didn’t have time to love nor even be ‘good enough’ for a lover.

You shivered at the cold air hitting your back as Alejandro reached over to toss a piece of dried wood into the fire to keep it going, dangerously close to you. Yet you wouldn’t deny that you were aroused by the situation.

His hands trailed up and down your waist, murmuring soft compliments about your torso. You groaned softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him close. Your heads touched, edging closer to each other’s lips on instinct, your breaths fanning against each other. You let your eyes flutter shut when your lips connected, a moan leaving you from the well needed attention. Alejandro rubbed circles into your waist as a hand reached down to palm you through your pants teasingly slow.

You pulled away with a gasp, body trembling to the touch, not knowing hot react as needy groans left you. “I want you to be loud so I know what I’m doing mi amor.. can you do that? Can you be a good boy?” Alejandro murmured in your ear as he slipped off the rest of your clothes before moving to his own.

“Fuck- I’ll be your good boy, just please..” You whined, you needed anything really, “I’ll take care of you Mi amor, relax..” Alejandro.

Alejandro rubbed your precum on his fingers, lubricating them enough to rub your rim, earning a gasp as you held onto his shoulders tightly. “Ready for this? Not too late to back out..” Alejandro whispered, rubbing your waist reassuringly. You nodded eagerly, lust drunk with a drowsy smile, “Please Alejandro..” You whined, Alejandro pushed a finger in, waiting for you to adjust, rubbing your waist with one hand before it trailed to your hard cock, stroking it to help you focus.

You mewled in pleasure once he began to finger fuck you, you cursed with gasps and moans your legs trembling from the pleasure slightly. “Fuck fuck fuck~ more Alejandro please~!” You moaned, moving your hips against his fingers as your cock throbbed in his hand.

Alejandro pulled his fingers out after stretching you out enough, lining his cock up with your hole. You let out a loud moan when he pulled you down, sitting you down in his lap. Alejandro cursed under his breath as he planted soft kisses to your skin, feeling you tremble from the touch. “What a good boy.. taking me so well..” Alejandro praised, you melted into him at the words, pleading quietly to get him to fuck you already, you felt hot, so hot and needy. You needed to moved but Alejandro’s hands kept you planted.

You squirmed, whining helplessly as he sat their watching you for who knows how long before he started to relentlessly fuck into you with warning, earning a loud string of curses and moans from you as you held onto him tightly for some support.

He pounded into you from underneath, tears welling up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, moaning as you let Alejandro take the lead. He didn’t stop and you enjoyed every merciless thrust, moaning without hesitation. You wanted him to hear you, you wanted to be with him, to be loyal to Alejandro.

“Fuck I’m close mi amor..” Alejandro moaned as he kept thrusting up into your hole, getting sloppier by the second. You shuddered when he hurried deep inside you before releasing, painting your insides white as you came, a moan of relief leaving you followed by a whine as you buried your face into his shoulder.

You didn’t bother to move as Alejandro held you close as you shook, it felt so good to feel loved in the right way. And you couldn’t help but smile as you pulled him into another kiss.

“What about you and me.. we can run away together, live out our lives.. so you never have to work for Graves again..” Alejandro smiled softly as he kissed your face, trailing down to your neck.

“I would love that.. I would love to stay by your side..” You smiled before pulling him into another passionate kiss.

As the rain still poured from the sky on this cold rainy day. Two men of almost complete opposites loved.

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azari-31 · 6 months

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Two worlds collide - Namor x OC/reader

A/U: so.... it's finally here. Im bad at writing a romantic non angst things, cuz i love angst. I had no idea how to write some scenes, but maybe in a few weeks i'll update it with this missing scenes. For now - enjoy this "masterpiece". Sorry for some mistakes, but i'm not good at english as i want to be. the end. now...

Enjoy!

words; 3700-ish

She hid behind the column and prayed to any deity to stay unseen. Tears ran from her eyes and a silent sob escaped her mouth. She wanted to come back home, to hug her mum. She wanted to reunite with her mother!

The blue people were killing everyone one by one. Screams of guards and priests hurt her ears. She covered them with her small hands, but it didn't help much. That was horrifying. Unconsciously, Azula called to her magic and a fire ring appeared around her protecting her from anyone.

Soon after everything ended.

Screams and yanking of steel; everything went silent. The only sounds were grunts of dying soldiers. Girl managed to open her eyes and looked at the battlefield. Flames slowly went out and left a burned mark on the ground.

A young boy looked at her and offered his hand. He spoke something to her in an unknown language. Terrified, she was looking at him for a relatively long time until one of her fellow prisoners said to her.

-He's asking you to join him. - the closest woman translated the newcomer's words. - He said he sees your talent and that he can provide you with shelter.

-Why? - she turned to this boy and the chains on her ankles crunched. Azula felt as the blood flowed down from wounds. She was weak. Very weak. Girl stumbled, but quickly regained her balance. Chains weighed her down and irritated her wounds. Pain was almost unbearable. She clenched her teeth.

In a matter of seconds one foreign warrior came to her and broke her shackles. With no word she grabbed the warrior’s arm and rested all of her weight on him. Girl didn’t even notice K’uk’ulkan walking towards her.

-Friends? - she looked surprised at the boy's hand and then at him. He wanted to be her friend? It was strange and uncommon for her.

She took a glimpse at the surroundings and finally answered:

-Friends. - flame in her eyes ignited with joy in her heart.

~*~

Many years have passed. Azula has excelled at magic as a witch. Her body was adjusted and used to do more demanding and experienced magic. A curse of fire in her blood was still a problem, but thanks to Namor it wasn’t that much of a problem.

After all these years her friendship with the king of Talokan grew stronger. They were inseparable. They could end each other’s sentences like they read their minds. This bond was something they needed. Both of them had time and no biological family to love. Two kids from different worlds – the surface and underwater. Something no one could think would work. Their feelings grew stronger and suddenly they couldn’t live without each other.

Azula was doing some ancient ritual when Namor came out of the sea. Spirits of the dead were surrounding her and the campfire. It was the time of year, when the spirits of ancestors wanted to meet with the living ones, but in Azula’s tradition it was about giving power to the dead. Her clan believed spirits had to consume their descendants’ magic to be able to survive.

Namor sat down on the rock silently and watched her moves with admiration. This woman was graceful and delicate despite the power that was surging inside. He saw a few burns and wounds from her fire. They made beautiful marks like tattoos, but painful. Many times he had to tend to her wounds, because she was exhausted.

-I got you, Mi Reina. - he said as he caught her. The love for her was so strong.

-K’uk’ulkan. - a smile appeared on her face at the same moment as she saw his face. - Thank you.

-You know I could burn the world for you. - he caressed her face and kissed her forehead.

-It’s my thing, Elio. Your domain is water and stick to it. - she winked with greater smile.

~*~

She barged into the ruined throne room right after M��Baku. She looked around and her eyes stopped at one point. There he was, in the broken window, looking at the young crying princess. For a second she laid eyes on the floor and saw Ramonda’s unconscious body. From that moment everything went silent.

-Bury the dead. Mourn your losses. You’re the Queen now. - Suddenly, the meaning of Namor’s words came to the witch. One look at the scene; Shuri stopped by M’Baku, Okoye and Nakia trying to resuscitate Ramonda and Riri. This was enough for her. K’uk’ulkan looked at Azula for the last time before he decided to go back. Her rage turned into blue-ish flames covering her arms.

-Estas muerto, Namor. - she threatened and sent a fireball at him. Before Namor disappeared, she could see the betrayal in his eyes. When he was already gone, she snapped out of trans and didn’t think twice of what she was doing. The flames vanished spontaneously leaving her skin burned.

Okoye was still trying to resuscitate Ramonda, but her efforts were in vain

-She has passed. - silent words came out of Nakia’s mouth. Everyone heard it, but not Azula. Witch forced her whole body to move. As she was close, she pushed Okoye away and kneeled beside Ramonda. Azula took a knife out of her pocket and cut the inside of her hand. Then she put it on the queen’s chest, tainting the material of the dress.

-It’s not too late. - Azula said to herself. - There’s still hope. I feel her spirit. - she wiped tears away from her face and started some incantations. Her voice was cracking, breaking every few words. Even breath control didn’t help. She put everything in that spell; her emotions, feelings, even her soul. Damn it, she would sell it to Satan himself if she could. She couldn’t fail this time, she just couldn’t.

Witch felt the curse kicking in, but it didn’t stop her, even made her sacrifice more for a friend. The feeling of her magic devouring her from inside was excruciatingly painful. At some point she heard her scream. Azula forced every molecule of her body to do as she commanded. The flames subtly covered Ramonda’s body and pumped life energy inside.

Suddenly she encountered a void. An empty vessel without even the smallest signs of life. Azula’s magic hasn't had anything to become an anchor. Nothing worked. Even draining from her life forces didn't help. Flame in her dangerously dimmed inside.

Like behind the mist, she saw Shuri crying over her mother's corpses. She failed. Again. Tears started to flow from her eyes and blurring her vision. Drained out of energy, Azula barely stood up by herself. She looked at the ruined throne room and tragedy in front of her before she left them. She had unfinished business with someone.

~*~

Azula entered Namor’s chamber like it was her own. Inside she encountered his third-in-command. They weren’t friends for a long time, but now this “not caring about the other” turned into hatred.

-Leave us alone. - she commanded with her strong voice, but the warrior didn’t even flinch. Commander waited for her King’s reaction. He nodded and the talokanian warrior left the room. From now on they were the only people inside. The silence between them was terrifying and tension was almost touchable.

-Long time no see, Zaz… - he wanted to greet his friend, but didn’t have a chance. She pushed away his hands. Next thing she did was attack him verbally.

-Cut that shit, Namor. We both know what you did.

-So it's no longer 'Mi Corazón'? Not even Elio? - he asked playfully, with a little bit of sarcasm. But under this facade he hid the little fear. She had magic in her possession. Five hundred years of magical experience and knowledge.

-You attacked Wakanda against our agreements. - The witch's voice was harsh and washed from emotions. - The country of my beloved friend!

-They didn’t pick a side and that was my warning. And now I need you to help me destroy them once and for all. - the calm in his voice sent chills down her spine. For a moment she forgot how dangerous he was. Underwater, in his domain, she had low chances for winning in a direct fight. Of course Azula could beat him, even kill him, but it required time. And he wouldn’t give her that in a fight.

-You killed their Queen! - she shouted, but her voice seemed flat, once again washed from any form of emotion. Her eyes were piercing his very soul. He wanted to flinch, but his pride didn't let him. When he looked at her, in her irises he saw something that he didn't think he would see again. It was something primal, something wild and untamed. Something from her past.

-That was necessary. And I don’t owe you any explanation. - he said and looked away from her piercing gaze. It was often fascinating, but this time it was paralyzing. Sometimes he felt like beneath Azula’s skin a monster was hidden. Like she was a monster in human flesh. Or rather unsatisfied, ferocious flame.

-I can curse you forever and you will never experience the feeling of water again. - she started her tirade on him. She didn’t even try to hold her magic anymore. She wanted to do a scary spectacle. - I can make you as weak as the human race is, even weaker than them. - woman threatened him with magic focused in the palm of her hand.

Her fingers touched his skin subtly as the magic tightened its grip on his throat. Suddenly he felt like his power and vitals left him. The feeling lasted only for a short amount of time, but it was strange, almost frightening for him. Now he knew Azula thrived as a magic user and was much more powerful than before, when she left Talokan and him for the surface world. But still he didn’t know her full potential, neither did she.

-Even then I will not change my decision. - he hissed through his teeth. He couldn't let her know how scared he was. - My people will follow me and do everything to protect Talokan. - he answered with confidence and calm worthy of the greatest king and warrior.

-You’re ready to start a war with the surface? - Azula was surprised by the decision of her friend and the idiocy of the plan. But the rage was more powerful and it quickly covered every other thoughts and emotions. - Fully knowing the consequences of not having an alliance with Wakanda? Or any powerful ally?

-I won't make a pact with them anymore. They had their chance. - he turned to the paintings and it looked like he studied it for a moment. The picture showed a short story about how Azula met him and became the Protector of this city. And his heart. - And they rejected my offer.

-Why? - she asked while holding her anger and grief in check. They both knew bad emotions were the best fuel for her dark magic, even better than sacrifices. He learnt it the wrong way a long time ago and didn't want a reround.

-One of them killed a guard. - as the meaning of words came to her, she looked at him stunned. Someone didn’t tell her all the facts and truth. She knew Talokanil meant everything to Namor. He could do anything for them, even die if that meant he protected them. The fact that someone killed one of his subjects was terrifying. For sure it was Nakia, because Shuri and Riri had no weapons to execute anyone. - That is the real reason for my aggression towards Wakanda. That’s how Talokanil and K’uk’ulkan return the favor.

-Tell me one thing. - she asked, fighting with the urge to destroy something and crying from helplessness. She kept her composure with the last piece of energy she had left. - Why am I not even surprised by what you want to do? - the pain in her voice was almost touchable for the ruler of the underwater kingdom. - You killed their queen, destroyed their capital and you want more?!

-I'll bring justice for my people.

-That’s not justice! That was pure revenge. - she hissed. Magic flames almost covered her irises for a brief moment. And yet he took a step towards her.

-I must secure Talokan’s future. That was always my goal and you knew it from the beginning of our relation. - K’uk’ulkan answered confidently, trying to keep his emotions and feelings hidden. Now he wasn’t sure about which side Azula picked. Just in case, he must’ve been prepared for everything. - And Wakanda will be our warning for the surface world.

-I could kill you right now ‘cause of your broken promise. - she warned him while she stepped further from him. The feeling of her magic surprised him again. It was climbing from his feet. They looked deeply in each other's eyes fighting a wordless battle. The face of a man she loved so deeply for years; now she didn’t recognize it, like it belonged to a completely different person.

-We were friends once. Why can’t we go back to those times? - he asked, and his look softened. He tucked a strand of her hair in his fingers and gently put it behind her ear. She knew he was trying to make her choose him, but she already decided. - Join me and … - he started, but the witch stopped him in the middle of the sentence.

-In the name of the friendship we once shared, from the respect to each other we once had I won’t kill you this time. - she said and turned her back to him. She made a few steps to the doors, but stopped about 1 meter in front of the exit. - Next time we’ll meet on the battlefield… We won’t fight on the same side. And I won't be that merciful as I am today. - K’uk’ulkan noticed gathering tears in her eyes. Instincts forced him to wipe them away, but he resisted this urge. It wasn’t appropriate and wanted by her. It would end terribly for both of them.

-Azula… - he tried again, but he failed once more. All his thoughts were focused on this woman and how he could persuade her to stay with him and fight by his side. He couldn’t lose her as an ally, but mostly as a friend. Not because she was powerful, but because she was the closest person he had after his mother. But something she said next broke his heart into a million pieces irrevocably.

-You really are a niño sin amor. - she said before vanishing from Namor’s chamber. A one single drop of tear rolled down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. Today she lost two of her friends. How much must she lose before she can live peacefully? - she asked herself while she went back to her room in Wakanda's palace. She only prayed that the upcoming war won't end by his or Shuri’s death.

Why does she always have to suffer? Why can’t anything go strictly as it was planned? And why does it always involve hurting someone close to her?

~*~

She sat alone on a rock for a long time now thinking about everything that happened. She knew she did everything she could, but couldn’t help herself. She blamed herself for Ramonda’s and T’Challa’s deaths. She could prevent those events from happening, but she failed. And now she had to pay the price.

-Zaz? - he asked, surprised while walking out of the water. He didn’t expect her coming to Talokan nor even calling him ever again. They were enemies with a shared, and maybe for her, unwanted past. But there she was, waiting for him.

-You came. - she smiled slightly. Namor could only see her right profile. Her eyes were directed into the sunset. The beach she chose meant something to both of them. They met here for the first time and became friends.

-You called. - he answered and took a few steps in her direction. He stopped right in front of her and sat beside the rock. They watched the sunset together in complete silence. Instinctively she put her hand on Namor’s head and started playing with his hair.

In this precise moment there was nothing else, but them and the setting sun. He gently put his head on the side of her thigh. Namor just wanted to be a normal man, even for a short while. And all that mattered for her was to be with him.

-Mi corazón. - she whispered, still looking at the horizon. It felt like they went back in time, when they were just lost, abandoned kids. - Do you remember our talk about our lifespans? - he nodded in agreement. - I wasn't entirely honest with you that day.

-What do you mean?

-You can live for about how many years more, huh? It's gonna be at least 500 years. We don't know that. - she shrugged without any other move - On the other hand, I knew that you would outlive me. I use dark magic and this type of magic focuses on sacrifices, like plants or animals. Or the user's life force. I did it to extend my life, but it was only temporary. I always knew that.

-But you perform sacrifices every time. You were very cautious about it. - a sad smile showed on her face for a second and quickly faded.

-I told you this a long time ago and I'm gonna tell you again. Every…

-What did you do? - he asked, scared of what she could do or already did. He couldn't afford to lose her now. Nor ever.

-...thing has a price. And I didn't pay the price for defying death twice.

-What do you mean by "defying death"? - he asked, terrified. As the last words came out of his mouth, Azula turned to him and showed her full face. The left part was missing. It looked like it was burned. Namor looked at her in shock.

-Year ago I tried to bring T'Challa back to life. It didn't go well and from that moment I balanced between life and death. Second time was right before Shuri took the throne. I struggled with resurrecting Ramonda, but that went even worse than I expected. - she spoke last words shyly, like she didn’t want to admit it to him. Admit that she failed. Even if it was his fault.

-How long… - the man tried to ask, but he couldn't say anything.

-I have a few minutes, maybe less. - she replied shortly. - If it's about how long I hid this from you and others… - she pointed at the scarred part and tried to smile, but it didn't work. - More than a year. It became worse after T’Challa’s failed resurrection.

-No… - Namor said, still not believing in Azula's words.

-You craved for an answer why I called you today. So here it is. I wanted to see my old friend and the love of my life for the last time. - she smiled slightly. Her answer seemed honest and genuine; no hooks or hidden meanings.

-I asked you once if you could be Mi Reina. - he smiled and joined their hands together. It felt good, like they were meant for eachother.

-And I said 'over my dead body'. - woman chuckled quietly.

-But you already were the queen of my heart. - He confessed and looked at her. In her eyes he saw joy and tiredness. Both feelings were fighting with each other for dominance, but neither could win. For now, all she felt was overwhelming joy. She'll die in the arms of a man she loved for so long.

-Can I ask you for something?

-Anything for you, Mi Reina. - he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore, but he had to. That was her goodbye to the world and to him. And he couldn’t stop it.

-Try to love the surface and its people. They've changed, the world has changed. And you will find someone worth trusting. Just give them a chance. - she asked him. All she ever wanted was to be with him. Just like now, only two ordinary people, no more nor less. But that was a dream, and her dreams never came true.

-You are the only part of the surface world I love. - his attempts to hold his tears failed. Soon one tear ran down his cheek and after this another came. It shocked Azula to her core. Last time she saw Namor crying was after his mother’s death.

-But not the last. - her words were full of hope and kindness. He couldn’t believe how she could be so kind and happy and hopeful in her last moments of life. He barely believed that moment existed and it was real.

-I always loved you, Mi Reina. - he said with a fading smile. He did not hold back his tears. - And I always will. - he gently put a kiss on her forehead.

-See? They were wrong. - she smiled through her and his tears. - You can love. - he watched as she took her last breath and her eyes closed for eternity. Her grip on his hand loosened up and the heart stopped beating. With tearing eyes he hugged her dead body to his own. All those years lost because of thought he knew better. Her death was caused by his selfishness and not listening to his best advisor. The flame in her was gone. And with that his last piece of love for the surface world.

~*~

He already missed her heartbeat and her smile. Her true happy smile. Everyone he loved was dead. But Talokan still existed. And with it her flame and dream did too. That was the only thing that mattered now.

The funeral ceremony was made with great respect.Talokanil farewelled her like a Queen, whom she was for them. He wanted to bury her underwater, near him and his people. But that was his selfishness speaking.

Long time ago she confessed to him about her wishes of last destination. She mentioned one place. A small city by the sea, near Alicante. Her hometown. That, he remembered. And she deserved this, to be buried in her ancestors’ home. Nevertheless, she deserved to live even more.

-K’uk’ulkan. - Namora greeted her king. Even she felt grief. Azula gave her heart to this kingdom and its people.

-Yes?

-Queen Shuri is asking you to take Azula’s tomb. What shall I say?

-That I’m going with them to make sure her last wish will be executed properly. - Namor commanded. He took a glimpse at the mosaic of him and Azula. Kids from 2 different worlds marked with violence for the rest of their days. Even after 5 centuries he would do the same thing; he would still ask Azula to be his friend. And he would finally ask her to become his queen.

#namor x reader #mcu namor #black panter wakanda forever #wakanda forever #marvel mcu #witch #fire witch #mcu fanfiction #namor fanfiction #friends to enemies #enemies to friends to lovers #lovers to enemies #angst #oneshot

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IWTV Trailer (me losing my freaking marbles - YOLO) Pt1

I'm just going frame by frame thru AMC'S BEAUTIFUL new IWTV trailer. But I had to split this into 2 parts cuz Tumblr won't let me post 30+ pics.

We've already seen Lestat's Theatre portrait on fire (burn, bish!) but the TRANSITION they made here is DISGUSTING--they know what they're doing!

Lou goes from thinking about setting the Theatre on fire (nervously/uncomfortably rubbing his chin, my poor baby), to another scene of him chainsmoking and staring sadly off into the void. I'm assuming it's the 1970s interview, cuz we see Afro!Lou in the same shirt when he effs up BB!Daniel a few minutes later.

AND they said Louis's "stronger, and harder, too," during ANOTHER closeup of Louis chainsmoking. Pyromaniac du Lac LIVES.

Then we get that INTERESTING exchange with Loumand about Oldmaniel:

Armand does NOT like this interview, no ma'am! What are you tryna hide?! 🧐

The fandom legit already MADE THIS JOKE too! XD

The parallels with Loumand enjoying watching movies together (NO CLAUDIA 👀)--and Loustat enjoying opera & movies together.

Loumand as a happy old married couple--I mean it, Rolin: what TF happened between the 1970s interview, the year 2000, and 2022, to make Louis' mental state get SO DANG BAD!?

Armand seems to be implying that 1970s SanFran wasn't where he failed Louis, but 1940s Paris when he burns the Theatre--but I'm seriously wondering if something else went down, cuz LOOK AT MY BABY. BLOOD TEARS. I cannot.

This hollow, fake smile Claudia gives when Loumand walks into the room; wearing makeup & an adult hairstyle tryna look grown--I wonder if this is the same night she joins the Theatre?

Lou & Claudia--he just gives her The Eyebrows, not saying anything (but Armand looks WAY too smug ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)); and we know Armand AND Claudia can EASILY read his mind way better than he can read either of theirs.

Louis calls her "a spark in the dark," right before they cut to the bombs falling all over WWII Europe with flames everywhere--including all over her face--foreshadowing her ashes to ashes, dust to dust. ("Rigged to burn," Louis said in S01E03.)

Did they get hit by bombs, or fall into mine fields?! Jfc. (OR maybe they were sleeping underground, in the earth, and woke up in a battlefield--GOD.) And this must be the same scene where Lou eats the heart--we see Claud throwing limbs around--are they scavenging bombed up corpses?

And the flame in the photographs Louis takes, which she's been tearing down--figuratively in the other teaser, and literally here.

Claudia finna GO OFF! (I HAD to make this one a gif, to see her wrath in MOTION 🤌)

EAT that racist French White, Claudia, PLEASE. Colonizer Capital--Paris SUCKS!

LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC, ladies and gentlemen. U_U

You're one of a kind, sweetie--that's why the whole Theatre was tripping, cuz Lestat's "coven" in NOLA didn't look ANYTHING like how all other vampire covens worked. Lestat & Louis & Claudia were a FAMILY. They lived like humans--or as close to human as possible. Plus they were painfully weak, with none of the Dark Gifts. They weren't living like monsters--at least not on the surface....

In the other teaser I thought this dirty heifer who attacked Louis was a revenant, but if she's in the Theatre then this must be Alessandra or Eleni (which means a Rhoshamandes name drop!? 👀💀)? Please random dude please be Benedict. 🙏 I need more TVC cameos!

I'm wondering if this was part of a performance when Madeleine & Claudia were part of the Theatre, not during the Trial? OR this is AMC's recreation of the film version with the naked lady--"so we can eat people."

Armand finna GO OFF! But WHERE TF are his FANGS!? That's my ONE major gripe with this show--I'm so sick of seeing these stupid acrylics everywhere but no FANGS.

Then the trailer immediately tells me to STFU, LOL. XD

Lelio Rising. Lelio Falling. (Ooooo--the Tower Scene should be SPICY)

Then they use the "script" line to transition to The Trial, when Armand forced Lestat to be scripted! 😭 DIABOLICAL! And I LOVE this frame--it's giving me Oppenheimer when he was walking through the stands as everyone applauded him for dropping the bomb & he was PTSDing. (I had to make a separate post just for this brainworm.)

So Dan's finished the interview and this is his editor. (OR, even spicier, this dude's from the Talamasca, and Daniel's broken the NDA & fled the penthouse?) But chile, ain't nobody scared of LDPDL. 🙄 Daniel should be well aware by now that Louis snapped in the 1970s, sure, but he's not the REAL threat in that house, Mr. Mediocre Star to a 500 Year Old Vampire. Unless they're talking about LESTAT? 👀💀 WHERE TFC IS HE IN 2022?!

What in CHRIST'S NAME is coming out of his effing NECK? 😱 It was SQUEALING, like a KOCHON.

Louis slinging blood at the Sea of Galilee Armand stole for him, LOLOLOL.

Louis effing Daniel up--"you were disrespectful!" I wonder if BB!Dan crying was when Armand was busy stalking him when he was drunk AF & dying of alcohol poisoning.

I LOVE THIS. Louis is the center of it all--"It's you and me. Me, and you." 😭💔 Said over and over--Louis and Lestat, Claudia, Armand, and Daniel (and even Santiago U_U).

#interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #pyromaniac du lac #louis de pointe du black #justice for claudia #loustat #loumand #must see tv #SCREAMING #screaming crying throwing up #the hype is real

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03. Summoning circle gone wrong

characters. Harleep. Mentioned Raphael shenanigans.

cw. harleep being a nasty. pseudoincest cuz raphael ya devil daddy, congratulations, you're a tiefling reader. gn reader at that. kinda dubcon?

note. DAY THREE, AND ITS INKY'S DAY ON THE COLLABOWEEEEEEN. check out the other sluts doing the collab, @necros-writing-stuff @angrelysimpping @letstalktea @undead-merman. also cuz inky is INKY theres a mention of gortash ehe. Also yeah, I'm only doing my own prompts instead of any of the others lol sorry guys

You needed to talk to your father.

That was a thought that never would have ever crossed your mind three days ago. No, you had been having such a good time, away from the Hells and your devil of a father, that he had never even crossed your mind.

Not until he appeared before you, his wide smirk catching for just a moment at the sight of you, before returning full force. Of course. Raphael didn’t even realize it was you until you were right in front of him, a spitting image of your other parent, but still his blood nonetheless. Your world you were slowly building with your new companions, that you were just like them, that you could have a future, came crashing down as he grinned, wide and loving and fake.

“My child.” He mused, reaching a hand out to trace along your cheek. “What a predicament you got yourself into.”

His false concern tasted like salt on an open wound, metallic and stinging. You knew he didn’t care about you. Hells, you were the only one of his children kept in the House of Hope because your mother was one of the few who tricked him into keeping the Tiefling offspring she had after laying with the Devil who had no interest in her. Of course, she paid dearly for that. Sometimes you wandered past the room where she was kept to this day, her screams switching between begging and wrathful.

The only reason that she was locked away was because Korilla was the one who made the plea on your behalf to not see whatever was happening to her.

But your mother made the deal, and the deal was for him to look after you as a child. So the minute you turned eighteen, you snuck out the House of Hope and never looked back. Did Raphael even notice? You doubted it.

But now here you were, actively seeking him out, just to demand answers and also help. Your father could help you all out, you knew it, and you were willing to engage with him enough to squeeze some solutions out of him and hopefully have him fuck off long enough for you and your companions to do something about it.

You knew how to make the portal ritual to the Hells, but the messaging one was simpler, and would need quite a bit of energy for someone to decide to suddenly hop through. The type of energy that would definitely burn you up almost instantly if you were, say, dragged through. Better to be crisped to death than back in the House of Hope with your father and his weirdos.

The ritual circle burst into dark flames, reaching up, over your head but no smoke emanated up. Hellfire was annoyingly unique like that. You waited, the flames embers spitting and crackling as the blaze raged on, but your father had yet to appear. You felt like you were being put on fucking hold, as he filed his nails all pointy and looked at the corresponding circle in his boudoir with that annoying smirk of his.

Mother should have just asked for child support.

A dark figure slowly formed behind the walled inferno and you sighed, putting your hands on your hips, feeling suddenly a lot like Korilla whenever she caught you doing something you were forbidden from. Like asking for permission before doing something.

“Finally! Did you get your fancy shoes on- Oh.” You paused in your angry tirade as the flames lessened, revealing…. Your father’s lover.

He seemed to have perfected your father’s smirk.

“Oh, little lost lamb,” Harleep purred, hands on his hips as he showed off his scant body. You felt a bit unwell at the sight. “Your father stepped out, he’s very busy these days. But I’ll gladly take a message for him.”

You were never allowed near the incubus. Not that anyone thought that he’d be anything but a shit of an… Uncle? to you, but Raphael was spoiled and didn’t like when his favorite playthings would hang out without him.

“He’s not doing anything. He's sitting around with his thumb up his ass and giggling.” You snapped and Harleep smiled, just enough for the fire to glint against his pearly teeth, the canine digging into his lip.

“Oh darling, he does nothing with that ass without me-”

“Yeah yeah yeah, way too much information, that’s my father you know.” You grumbled, fighting the urge to cover your ears, or… Maybe duel him for your dad’s honor, you didn’t know.

Harleep gazed at you, his eyes burning low and hungry…

“You seem different little lamb.”

“The last time you saw me was when I was thirteen, Harleep.” You grumbled, suddenly feeling a bit squeamish. “You tried your hand at babysitting me and Father came home to find us having a tea party with his favorite bottle of wine.”

“Ah, I remember.” Harleep didn’t break his gaze from you, slowly stepping closer and closer to you. “In my defense, I filled your cup with the pool water. Not a drop of alcohol.”

“...Just your spent jizz water.”

“It was refreshed just that morning.” Harleep murmured, his eyes twinkling. “But, if you still so wish for a taste, I don’t mind.”

“Don’t be fucking gross-”

“Twas in earnest.” Harleep sighed, his gaze dragging over your body, lingering on any exposed skin he could see. “If you have the same appetites as your father… I could-”

“No, nope, nope, no-” You stepped away but he simply took a step forward, until his bare feet touched the edge of the burning sigils, a small hop away from exiting the circle.

Harleep suddenly stilled, leaning his head back and sniffing the air, like when you came across those gnolls, panting and salivating at the scent of your flesh. You froze up. You know what he was doing. He did it every time your father came home, and smirked, sauntering over to their boudoir. Did it when Korilla came home, flushed and pink and Harleep would tease her about visiting Elminster’s library, whatever that meant. Did it when you were seventeen and you were caught with the boy the caretaker loved to hit, with his coarse hand pressed against your belly. You two were found, and Harleep came across you two being chewed out and he just smirked, looking at the dark haired boy with such deeply intense knowing that he flushed.

“Oh, little lamb. You smell so ripe.” He murmured. “Unlike your father. Never noticed before, your scent… Is that of a pretty little bitch that deserves to be on their back while delicious things are done to them.”

“H-Harleep…” You stammered, unable to form any words other than his name, which apparently he liked, given the sudden strain against his leather ass shorts.

“You shouldn’t have scampered off so quick all that time ago.” He murmured. Then he stepped forward.

His body shimmered as he stepped through the lowered blaze. You could feel the energy pulsate from the circle, as he forcibly crossed the realms, with such force that it made you stumble and fall unceremoniously on your ass. You hoped someone, like Gale, would feel the Weave pulsate with magic, the earth shake just a bit for people to notice. You blindly cursed yourself for deciding to do this so far away from the camp, so you wouldn’t be witnessed whining at your father.

Harleep took advantage of your prone state and sank down, his thighs straddling your sides.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had such a cute thing under me… And from what I’ve heard, you might last a while, even with two fingers inside of your hole. A pretty hole too.”

You had no idea if you should feel flattered by the comparisons to your… Father and his… Lackings, or deeply grossed out, given he was saying all this with your own bloodkin’s face sewed onto his skull.

“Harleep, this isn’t funn-”

“Hush, little lamb. It's such a pleasure to have my favorite little lost creature back in my reach. To be the one to see you get tended to. And-” He pressed a clawed finger against your lips, dragging it down over your throat. ”If you promise to be good while we play, I’ll see what I can tease out of your father, to help with your little… Tadpole.”

You fell silent, as he continued to stroke over your bare neck and shoulders. You mulled over the proposition as Harleep’s hands traveled down, settling on your chest and giving an appreciative squeeze.

“Should have stayed at our lovely House, little devil.” He murmured, his cock pressing against your stomach as he rolled his hips. “Anytime your father left, I could have come and kept you company. Made up for our lovely lost time.”

Harleep’s ministrations stopped for just a moment as he looked down at you, his gropes almost becoming soft, sweet touches as his finger tips trailed over your collarbone.

“He wouldn’t have let me look after my little lamb. You were so small and I wanted to sit with you in your room while you cried. He didn’t let me. I asked…. I asked if I could become your uncle, or some sort of parent. I wanted to so badly. He wouldn’t let me.” He shook himself out of his reverie. “But no. You’re not my little lamb anymore. You’re not my little anything anymore…”

He leaned down, one hand digging into the dirt by your head and pressed his scorching lips against yours, groaning softly into your mouth, utterly desperate.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to be mine. All mine.” Harleep murmured, his fingers dragging back down, this time to yank at your trousers. “In a way even your Father won’t have you.”

He had his hand fully down your trousers, greedily groping you with two fingers grazing your hole over your underwear. You whined against his tongue dragging itself over your teeth, utterly muffling any sounds you were making, instead just drinking them all down.

“Let me make you cum.” He growled softly, his fingers pressing deeper inside of you, his claws slicing right through your underwear and curling inside of you. “Then you can treat me when you come home and I get you all to myself.”

You fought down both waves of pleasure, his fingers burning with a delightful tingle inside of you, but also nausea, seeing your own father’s face against yours. You wonder if Harleep liked it like this. A familiar connection but also getting to touch and fuck one of the few people he… Had some sort of emotional feelings for.

“All mine, aren’t you?” He murmured thickly, his lips beginning to suck hickeys into your neck. “Give me all of you, and I’ll look after you so well.”

It didn’t matter how many times you tightened around his fingers, cum staining his skin, it didn’t matter how he ravaged your neck completely until it looked like Astarion had a midnight snack on your arteries, it didn’t matter that you were sore and twitching by the end of it. Harleep couldn’t seem to get enough of his little lamb.

Hells, you were walking sore for such a long time afterwards, you didn’t even notice the pleasurable tingles shooting along your spine and shoulders, as if someone was wearing your skin and getting fucked nasty in it.

#collaboween #happy third day of the spooky month #raphael bg3 #harleep #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #nsft #quincewrites #collab

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Ren with reader who plays violin so they do a piano and violin duet pls? Or ren and reader in a big collab like crab game or among us and they keep teaming or clearly favoring each other? Lol

lyra’s notes -> oughhh this is gonna be a very long fic sorry in advance cuz i’m making THREE scenarios

pairing -> ren zotto x gn! reader

genre -> oughgg fluff i gotta find an excuse for angst soon

song -> rumor - aruvn (congrats to this fic for getting my favorite song ever) and listen to the song u and ren played together HERE

warnings -> joking mentions of death, ambiguous relationship in the second two (could be read as dating or just crushing), sorry i got very dramatic with the instruments part i just love writing dramatic things like this

PLAYING INSTRUMENTS TOGETHER ->

(sorry in advance i don't play violin or piano, just guitar) you and ren were sitting in his music studio, laying on the ground and just playfully bantering with the alien man. the warm sun peeked its head through the large floor to ceiling windows and reflected onto the lightly colored laminated flooring. he softly began playing piano and humming along as you slowly got up and gently grabbed your violin. the piano's tune was happy, reminiscent of the warm fuzzies that appear in your brain when he kisses you. your violin played a more sad tune, yet the two sounds needed each other. much like you and ren, needing each other and being incomplete without the other.

in his eyes, the way you looked oh-so at peace playing the violin matched his own calm with the piano. it was a story of love being carried within the notes of the song, a story of happiness and heartache. feelings one is bound to feel and the feelings that tear people apart, yet you and him wouldn't ever part ways. the way his piano complimented your violin made you smile to yourself as you continued playing. your heart beat so fast in that moment that it felt as if it was barely beating at all. time itself stood still as you and him played a wordless love song together, the definition of true beauty and love.

the song drew to a close as you looked at ren, his blue eyes meeting yours with a soft smile on his face.

PLAYING AMONG US ->

(okay done with the dramatic shit and i added among us cuz i lowkey love playing it) two impostor round, and you couldn't help but smile smugly as your and ren's avatars appeared on the impostor screen. it was obvious to everyone else that you were teaming and ren was voted out almost immediately because let's be honest he's a terrible liar. he continued to sabotage from beyond the grave, allowing you to win the round for the both of you. the way he favored you in games like this and obviously teamed with you was the catalyst to a lot of rumors floating around about your relationship status with the alien.

of course, when anyone in chat asked about it, he'd cut himself off before he said too much. it's not like anyone in the collabs were ignoring it either, they'd call him out on it constantly for teaming with you and sometimes sabotaging everyone else so you would win.

PLAYING CRAB GAME ->

you did not die for nari (if you know what this means i love you). after ren would die, he'd encourage you and congratulate you SO cutely if you win. if not, don't worry, ren will still say you tried your best and that's what matters! enna would sabotage one of you constantly and get absolutely flamed by you and ren for teaming with kyo. considering kyo and ren's (mostly one-sided) rivalry, the competition would get pretty intense sometimes and insults would be thrown with the rest of the competitors just kinda watching. sometimes, the four of you would be the only ones who'd make it to the last round and MY GOD it would get intense. any multiplayer game really, ren would ask you to play with him. but in games with such competition, he will absolutely protect you and sacrifice himself for your win.

#sorry if this is formatted a little different #writing this on my computer during class lmao #pretending enna is good at crab game for the fic #lyr.fic #nijien x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijien #ren zotto #ren zotto x reader #ren zotto x you

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"Sun and Rain Part 2: Age of the Empire"

Chapter 22

"The Imperial Masquerade Gala"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: I'M BACK, BITCHES!! 😆😆

Seriously, the writer's block I had over this whole chapter was insane and I hated not being able to just write a single word for months! Then finally, it all hit me like a freaking freight train! So here I am, back with another chapter and it's my longest chapter yet! There's a lot to cover in the gala, so I apologize if a couple characters don't get as much attention as others, but they will next chapter cuz the gala is definitely being split into two parts! Also, any other characters or places mentioned in this are canon and the explanations of who or what they are are also true! (Thank you, Wookiepedia!)

And, because I spent a lot of time figuring out the outfits for the Bad Batch and the Koriena Force for this, I'm going to include pictures of their attire in the chapter as well so you don't have to imagine everything on your own! Everything's too detailed for that 😜

Lastly, a huge thank you to my bestie @l-lend for her help with this chapter and for inspiring the idea of an Imperial gala so long ago! Now, we're finally here!!

Enjoy, my lovelies!! 💜

Taglist: @the-sad-batch , @nimata-beroya , @intrepidmare , @cole-kenxbi , @tech-aficionado , @ladykatakuri , @d1n0-dan , @sammi9498 , @darthzero22 , @scarlettrose9901 , @tech-deck , @thebadbatchscyare , @chxpsi , @ilikemymendarkandfictional , @4pplecider , @locitapurplepink , @l-lend , @nekotaetae , @eternalwaffle , @merkitty49 , @avathebestx , @idoubleswearimawriter , @techs-stitches , @fantasyproductions

《 Chapter 21

》 Chapter 23

All chapters (Part 2) (Part 1)

Explanation: The time has come for the Bad Batch and the Koriena Force to attend the Imperial masquerade gala that they've spent weeks preparing for. Will they obtain the information they need or will their cover be blown before they can succeed?

Before they all knew it, the day of the Imperial masquerade gala was upon them. All preparations for the infiltration plan were finalized and reviewed several times in the week that led up to it. Now was the time for it to finally be put into action.

In the last few hours of the trip through hyperspace on their way to Tibrin, Kida singlehandedly got everyone ready for the gala. She made sure everyone's outfits were properly fitted, hair was styled and she did makeup on all the women as well as, much to his chagrin, Hunter. Kida thought it would be safer to cover up his tattoo since it stood out so much, even if it was going to be mostly covered by a mask. Hunter wasn't entirely thrilled with the idea of putting makeup on his face, but he reluctantly agreed. Kimber also wasn't too fond of it either, but that was solely because she loved Hunter's tattoo. Seeing him without his signature feature was…incredibly off-putting for everyone, to say the least.

The Clones were all dressed and dealt with first. Hunter was clothed in all black; leather boots, form-fitting trousers and a dress shirt. The shirt had a high collar with silver buttons on both sides and then silver chains pinned on one side in the front that swept over his chest and connected into a collection of sewn in silver leaves that cascaded up onto his other shoulder. On the arm below the leaves was a single dark red armband made of satin wrapped around his bicep, that naturally, Kida's hand had lingered on just a little too long when putting the armband around it in the first place. The mask he'd been given was black with a wave of red similar to his armband painted on to look like a flame across one side. He no longer wore his bandana and, for the first time practically ever, his hair was pulled back into a small ponytail at the base of his head. It was a different look for him, but Hunter didn't mind it all.

Wrecker's outfit was somewhat similar to Hunter's. He too was dressed in all black, but his dress shirt had gold floral patterns embossed with thread up one side as well as on the collar and cuffs of the sleeves. The buttons going up the center of his shirt were also gold like the patterns. His mask was simply black, but the left side of it was longer so it covered his entire scar. When making his mask, Kida figured his giant scar would be a giveaway or would draw too much attention. Luckily, Wrecker thought it made him look even tougher.

Echo's gala garb was a bit more elaborate than the other two Clones in order to hide his cybernetics. His shirt and slacks were a dark green and his boots were black. Over his clothes, he wore a long, flowing side cape of the same color that draped over his right side to cover up his scomp arm, making him look quite sophisticated. He also wore a black leather, gold-studded pauldron on his opposite shoulder. Kida had taken great care in designing his mask because she'd made him an entire helmet that also served as a mask. The reason being that it would help disguise his cybernetic headpiece so he wouldn't have to remove it, especially if he was going to be using his scomp to obtain information and he'd need the headpiece to regulate everything. The helmet was made similarly to his regular helmet where it had an opening in the back to fit over his cybernetics and blend together perfectly. It was painted silver with green accents to match the rest of his outfit. On the sides of the helmet were large, curved metal wings, made to cover the sides of Echo's headpiece and further disguise it. The front covered the upper half of his face, had two eye holes for him to see through and left the lower half open where his mouth could be seen. He was certainly more done up than his squadmates for good reasons, but Echo was no less impressed at Kida's work.

Some time later, Kida finished with all of the ladies going to the gala and they came out in full garb and makeup, ready to go. The Clones, however, were not prepared for the sheer, jaw-dropping beauty they were about to see.

Rina came out first in a sleek, form-fitting sparkly dress of bright red. It was floor-length with a low, revealing neckline, straps for shoulders and a red ribbon sash around the waist. There was a slit up the front of one of her legs that ended at her mid-thigh. Around her neck was a large silver necklace with red jewels and the mask on her face as a gold mask decorated with red lace overtop it and cream-colored ribbon and lace splayed out along the edges as well as some extra red jewels. Her lips were also painted red and there was a light dusting of rouge on her cheeks. Her hair was lightly curled on the ends and half of it was pulled up into a jeweled clip on the back of her head.

The look Wrecker had in his eyes gawking at Rina was enough to make her blush enough that she could've blended in perfectly with her red dress. "I picked red because I thought you'd like this color," Rina told him as she approached him.

Finally finding the ability to speak again, he declared, "I do like red...but now I love red!" He took her hands and said excitedly, "You look incredible, Rina!"

She smiled happily. "I would kiss you, big guy, but I'm pretty sure Kida would skin me if I messed up my makeup. You clean up pretty good yourself."

He just grinned proudly.

Then Lex came out next. Her entire getup was much simpler than Rina's. Her dress was navy blue with straight skirts, two open slits on the sides of her waist and the top was made of loose, ruffled fabric that hung down in waves almost like a scarf. Around her neck, she wore a sparkling choker necklace with the single charm of a star dangling in the middle made of white jewels. Her mask was black with pearl accents and curls along the edges; a classic yet still refined masquerade mask. The dark outlines around her lips were gone and they were now painted a light pink instead. Her hair was still braided in rows along her scalp and around her Zabrak horns and the rest was pulled into a curled ponytail that fell down her back. She still wore her single black arm glove over her robotic arm, which still complemented her overall look.

Echo's eyes caught sight of her and he was stunned immediately. He already found her attractive and thought she looked pretty when she'd gone to the doctor's party on Balmorra, but seeing her like this almost rendered him completely speechless. She was so gorgeous and his heart threatened to beat itself right out of his chest and through his clothes.

She approached him, timidly tucking a loose part of her hair behind her ear. "Your look is very unique," she commented, looking him over. "Kida did a good job with the helmet. You almost can't tell you're wearing a cybernetic headpiece."

"And you…you look beautiful," he said, still just in awe of her.

Her cheeks went hot and she smiled shyly, but then she turned away, embarrassed. She shouldn't be reacting this way. Not when she was trying to bury her feelings for him for her own good.

Kida was the next to emerge in one of the most elaborate, stunning outfits thus far. Her dress with long skirts that flowed out below the hips was metallic silver with a single long sleeve, a plunging neckline and a slit on the waist where there was no sleeve. A large, gaudy choker necklace made of silver chains and big teardrop diamonds adorned her whole neck and then her mask was elaborately floral in design with a wing jutting out from one side. Her hair had been pulled up into an updo with two curled strands hanging by her ears. Her lips had been painted silver and dusted with glitter to match her dress.

“You look amazing, Kida!” commented Wrecker.

“Why, thank you, Wrecker,” replied Kida proudly, doing a small curtsy in front of him.

Then Echo spoke up, saying, “I thought Kimber was the one who was supposed to stand out?”

Kida’s eyes lit up and she declared enthusiastically, “Oh…she will. I can guarantee that. She and I have a sort of moon and sun thing going on, as you will soon see.” Then she looked back over her shoulder and called out in a singsong voice, “Oh, Kimber, darling! Your adoring fans await you!”

“I feel ridiculous, Kida!” they all heard Kimber call back from around the corner. “Do I really have to go in this?”

“Yes, the entire ensemble is essential to making sure you capture and keep every Imperials’ gaze on you,” Kida answered in a loud voice. “Besides, you look fabulous! Now, come out so we all can see you as Kahna Sora, musician extraordinaire!”

They all heard an exasperated groan come from Kimber and then finally, she emerged from around the corner. As she appeared, everyone’s jaws dropped in awe.

Kimber was garbed completely in glittering gold from head to toe. Her dress was a form-fitting, shimmering gold fabric with shorter sleeves that had a flowing cape attached to the shoulders. On her neck rested a multi-chain necklace of gold stars, the largest one in the middle possessing a glowing blue stone. Her intricate mask was gold, as well, with flowers in the corners and a curtain of beaded chains hanging from the bottom, cascading over the lower half of her face. The most noticeable feature of her ensemble was the giant halo crown that adorned her head, nine points spreading out from one side to the other like sun rays over her head. It was golden, naturally, with inlaid gems on the base as well as in the tip of each point with several loops of beaded strings hanging from both sides. Underneath her mask, she was done up with metallic gold makeup on her eyes as well as her lips.

As she came into the room, despite the fact she looked uncomfortable, Hunter couldn’t take his eyes off of Kimber. To him, she radiated beauty and power like a goddess. He had thought the way she’d dressed for her first undercover op on Kuat and at the gathering on Balmorra were already amazing enough…but this look outshone them all. He truly had never seen a more beautiful, captivating woman in his life and he found himself just falling even more in love with her.

Everyone else also stared and gawked in awe at how fantastic Kimber looked, Kida looking especially proud of her work.

“Whoa…you’ve really outdone yourself this time, Kida,” commented Lex.

Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, Kida replied, slightly choked up, “Yes…this is my finest work. Perhaps the best I’ve ever done!”

Omega, whose face was practically beaming with delight, cried out with a small, excited jump, “Kimber, you look gorgeous!”

Kimber walked in stiffly and gave Omega a grateful smile, but it quickly vanished as she then declared to everyone else with a huff, gesturing to the crown, “This thing is so heavy, I feel like one move is going to snap my neck!”

Rina stepped up and quipped to her, “Just don’t turn too fast and you’ll be fine. Though, you might hit some people. I’ll be fine, but I worry about some of the taller folks here.”

Kimber grimaced at her, unamused.

“That style is all the rage on Naboo, my dear, worn especially by the Queen,” Kida said back to Kimber.

With a flat look on her face, Kimber responded, “I know you once told me you could make me look like the Queen of Naboo, but I didn’t expect you to actually do it.”

“What better way to possess every Imperial’s attention at the gala than to show up looking like you could possess everything else already?” Kida simply asked in reply with a cheeky grin.

“You’re certainly going to achieve that goal. She’s even more golden than my skin,” commented Irys, holding up one of her hands and comparing her golden skin to Kimber.

“I am inclined to agree,” said Tech.

Kimber gritted her teeth together and looked down. “I hate this,” she muttered, dreading the unwanted attention this whole getup would earn her.

She saw someone’s hands come into view and gently take her own. When she looked up, Hunter stood in front of her, a look of love and enchantment in his eyes that he couldn’t hide even behind his mask.

“I know you hate this, sweetheart,” he soothed her, “but if it’s all the same…I think you look wonderful…and I know you’re going to be amazing at the gala. You’ll play your part as well as the rest of us and everything will be all right. I promise you.”

As always, the words of comfort Hunter offered her made Kimber start to feel less anxious about the pending mission. While she knew it was necessary, she still wasn’t overly fond of being so overdressed than normal and in a way that would definitely ensure all attention would be on her. It just wasn’t her thing. She sometimes hated being the one that ended up doing all the undercover missions, especially when she was at the forefront of the operation, but it was just part of being in a squad and for being as skilled as she was in espionage.

“I needed that. Thank you, love,” she said quietly to Hunter.

Right then, Kida stepped up in front of everyone and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “All right, all my fabulous darlings!” she announced. “I have done everything in my power to not only ensure you all look extravagant, but that you also blend in and are disguised enough so no one should be able to tell who any of you are, especially the Clones. Please do your best to not ruin any of my work, if you can.”

“No promises,” said Lex.

“Remember the plan: all of you are part of my personal entourage; we’re not going in as Imperial higher-ups or anything, so try and glean as much information from the other partygoers as you can without acting like you know more than you should,” explained Kimber.

Then Echo spoke up, “While you all monitor the main floor, Lex and I will infiltrate the Senator’s office and extract whatever information we can from his main computer.”

“With Irys and Tech’s help watching the security cameras,” Lex added, gesturing to the other two. “We all have the earpiece comms ready to go and synced to the same frequency so we can all remain in contact."

"As well as additional comms on the Clones, should we need to pick up any outside communication," added Kida.

“Good, we’re all on the same page,” said Hunter.

Looking at his datapad, Tech spoke up, "After some extensive research, Irys and I found three key figures to watch out for or whose names to listen for in conversations: Senator Gume Saam--obviously, since he is the host--, Mak Plain and Arsin Crassus."

"That last one sounded real pretentious," said Rina.

Tech went on, "Mak Plain is the liason for the Intergalactic Banking Clan, one of the interested parties attending the event, and Arsin Crassus is an Imperial financier and money lender who was once employed by the Trade Federation. Our hypothesis, given what we found on him, is that he's looking to take as much as he can from the Separatist financial accounts and use them to help build this new Empire as well as elevate his own status."

"There's a rumor that Crassus helped lure the Separatist leaders to Mustafar, where they were executed," added Irys.

"At least he did something right," commented Echo. Naturally, everyone understood what he meant, knowing his former captor was among those killed on Mustafar.

Then Hunter said to the group, "We'll keep our eyes and ears open for any information we can get and relay it over comms back to Tech and Irys."

Just then, a datapad in Irys’s hands began to beep and all eyes turned to her. She lifted it up to read it and then declared, “Excellent timing. It appears we’re coming up on Tibrin and are about to enter the planet’s atmosphere. While the rest of you finish your final preparations, I’ll go oversee our approach.”

“I shall assist you,” Tech stated as she turned to leave.

“What, you don’t think I can land my own ship by myself?” she questioned.

"You are mistaken. We are paired together for this mission, so I simply thought it best for me to help wherever possible," he simply responded.

Irys seemed a little taken aback by that answer. "Oh…well…I welcome your help then," she said back.

As the two of them left the room, everyone heard Tech then add, "And to ensure you do not miss the checkpoint upon entry."

"See, I knew there was a catch to it!" Irys exclaimed.

With a good-natured snicker, Kimber commented, looking to Omega, “You better make sure those two get along and don’t kill each other. That’s an extra special assignment for you on this job.”

Omega gave her a determined grin in return and said with a nod, “No problem.” After that, she trotted off after Irys and Tech.

Rina then slammed a fist into her hand and declared, “Let’s go crash an Imperial party!”

“Oh yeah!” yelled Wrecker in agreement.

The Senator of Tibrin’s mansion was just as lavish as they all expected. Multiple stories, widespread grounds, statues along the pathway up to the house; the works. An ocean of partygoers of various species and dressed in numerous colors moved along the pathway up to the doors of the mansion. There were also plenty of gray Imperial uniforms seen scattered about amongst the rest of the crowd. Imperial troopers lined the edges of the pathway and provided security at the doors to check invitations. After Tech and Irys dropped them off, the Bad Batch and the Koriena Force seamlessly weaved their way into the mass of people. Kimber had to be careful to make sure she didn’t accidentally hit anyone with the giant sun crown on her head. They all stuck together save for Echo and Lex, who hung back a bit in the crowd so it would be easier for them to slip away and get to the Senator’s office. There were troopers at the front doors checking invitations and letting people in. The Bad Batch and Koriena Force all had theirs ready and Kimber prepared to introduce herself as the entertainment to ensure they were directed the right way.

Inside the Aurora, Tech, Irys and Omega watched the live security camera feed at the front on the monitors as the teams approached the entrance. Hunter, being the closest to the front behind Kimber, had his extra comm hidden in his sleeve turned on so the three in the ship could hear everything. The guards asked for Kimber’s invitation first and she spoke to them in her refined Alpha voice as she handed it to them.

“I am Kahna Sora, one of the entertainers for tonight’s festivities,” they heard her say before gesturing to everyone else behind her, “and these people are with me. Tell me where I am expected to perform.”

The soldier in front of her answered in a Clone’s voice, “Go into the main ballroom and there is a door that leads behind the stage. You can wait there until they’re ready for you.”

Kimber simply bowed her head and said nothing as she strolled on past into the building with everyone else trailing behind her. Tech switched to a hallway camera to keep an eye on them as they went and then he switched to yet another camera feed that overlooked most of the ballroom. There were multiple cameras that caught the room at different angles, so Tech pulled all of them up at once on the monitors so they could see everything.

“They’re coming into the room,” Omega observed, pointing to the feed closest to the ballroom entrance where they could see their friends going in.

“Excellent,” said Irys.

As they made their way into the crowd, they heard Hunter’s voice over comms go, “All right, once we’re in the crowd, split up.”

Tech stated over comms, “Echo and Lex: you will need to head to the Westernmost corridor.”

A few seconds later, the group split up into four teams going in separate directions: Kimber continuing forward further into the room on her own, Echo and Lex heading to the West side of the room as per Tech’s instructions, Hunter and Kida going to the East and then Rina and Wrecker hung back and stayed in the middle of the crowd for the time being.

“All teams are in place. The plan is a go,” Tech declared.

Just after he said that, they heard over the ship’s sound systems the cries of Kori waking up from his nap.

“Omega,” hinted Tech.

“Already on it,” the young Clone replied as she ran from the room to tend to the baby.

Irys watched Omega as she exited the room and then said to Tech as the doors slid shut, “She’s quite adept, that girl. She’s a fast learner.”

“She is, indeed,” he responded. “My ambition is to help expand her mind and give her more proper lessons and education when things die down a bit, if possible.”

“I’m sure she will greatly appreciate that. As long as she doesn’t pick up your ego, as well, then she’ll turn out great,” she said to him with a smirk.

He, however, was not as amused about that comment as he snidely said back, “I would rather Omega inherit my ego than your arrogance.” Then he turned away and started pressing different buttons on the console in front of him, making sure their links into the security systems remained intact.

Irys just smirked more and rolled her eyes, knowing her words got under his skin. “All the same, it’ll be good for her to be knowledgeable about other things in the galaxy that will prove useful.”

Pulling out his datapad and not even glancing her way, he replied, “Then perhaps one day, she can start answering the many questions my squad usually directs my way.”

“You and your intelligence are a valuable asset to your squad,” she assured him.

He faltered for a moment and the hand that held his datapad lowered into his lap, his gaze distant as he looked forward at the screens. Something about what she’d just said resonated with him for both positive reasons and negative. He could feel a sensation squirm in his stomach; he wanted to share something in response to her statement, but he normally was not as open about his personal feelings, never being sure if he could effectively communicate them. However, despite his opinion of Irys, he was not blind to the fact that they were similar in a lot of ways. Perhaps she could understand the repressed thoughts he usually hid away from others…especially his squad.

“It is…,” he said, “...but it is also something that brings me much tension.”

That wasn’t entirely the response Irys had been anticipating. Her head turned to look at Tech and she was surprised to see a light look of melancholy in his eyes. “Care to elaborate?” she asked.

Tech took a moment, his eyes flitting back and forth to different things around the room as he tried to manage his thoughts. Then he told her, his voice a pitch lower than normal, “When we do not know or are unsure of something in certain situations, my squad usually turns to me for answers or clarification. I am well-versed in various topics, but…I do think sometimes that I must know everything in order to serve our squad to the best of my ability. I must confess that is why I am always immersed in my datapad. It is my belief that I must always be studying or learning so I may continue to provide aid when needed. Otherwise…I may potentially let my squad down.”

She was taken aback a bit at not only Tech entrusting her with such a secret, but the fact that all this time, he’d put such unnecessary pressure on himself to basically achieve perfection in order to be an asset to his squad. In response, she blurted out, “Well, that’s just utter nonsense.”

His head finally whipped around to face her, his eyes widening ever so slightly at her reply.

She went on, her voice calm yet firm with conviction, “Your squad; your brothers, if I may remind you, regard you highly and would never think such notions about you. Kimber certainly would not, either. Even the smartest people don’t always have all the answers, but that does not deter from their overall intelligence. I too have an intelligent mind like you, but I couldn’t tell you anything about the Force and how the teachings of the Jedi work. That would be Rina’s expertise. That, however, does not mean I am letting my girls down by not knowing such things. The same can be said for you, Tech. Just because you don’t know something doesn’t mean you’re useless in any way and I can guarantee your brothers or Kimber would never think that way of you. You shouldn’t put such pressure on yourself. It’s perfectly all right to not know something.”

Having grown accustomed to constantly bantering back and forth with her, he didn’t expect such a civil and albeit helpful response from her. It took him a few seconds to seemingly get his bearings and then he said to her, “That was…rather cordial of you to say, Irys.”

With a simple shrug, she replied, “I am merely speaking the truth.”

“Yes, well…your confidence is appreciated,” he said.

“I do hope my confidence outweighs my arrogance,” she said back, emphasizing the last word to call back to his earlier comment towards her.

Tech didn’t fail to notice her not-so-subtle hint and his eyes looked away timidly. “Perhaps I was a bit brazen in that statement towards you,” he then said.

Irys was even more astonished at receiving what was almost akin to an apology from him. It wasn’t outright, but it was close enough, which was most likely about as much as his pride would allow him. That satisfied her enough.

“Perhaps. Never you mind, though. I’ve forgotten it already. There are more important things to deal with,” she told him with a grin, redirecting her attention to the monitors.

"Indeed," he said, following suit.

Though, her grin began to fade slightly a few seconds later. "However, if I may say so: you and I are more alike than you think," she stated. They both looked back at each other and she went on, "I too once believed that I would be useless to the Koriena Force if I didn’t have an answer for everything." Then her confidence returned in her expression. "Eventually, I learned to accept that, no matter how hard I try, I’m never going to know everything and that's okay. I know what I know and it’s already enough."

The corners of Tech's lips curved up a little. "A rather motivating mindset."

She gave a small shrug. "I like to think so."

"You are wiser than I gave you credit for. I shall endeavor to follow your example," he said. Then his eyebrows furrowed. "Never thought I'd say that."

Irys chuckled in amusement. "Neither did I," she agreed, "and I'm not going to let you forget it."

He let out a good-natured "hmph" and then said, "This has been a rather…illuminating conversation."

"I can't but agree," she replied.

Just then, they heard Rina's voice come in over the comms, "Look alive, know-it-all's. The Alpha is about to take the stage."

“Copy that,” answered Tech.

Echo’s voice then spoke, “Lex and I are by the Western wall just by the corridor. Once Kimber gets everyone’s attention, we’ll give them the slip.”

“Let us know when you’re out and we’ll guide you to the Senator’s office,” Irys responded.

Back in the ballroom, Kimber was glad that her face was mostly concealed by a mask because she was more nervous than she’d ever been. All she could do was hope her performances were enough to keep most of the Imperials’ attention occupied while Echo and Lex snuck out. Once that happened, then it didn’t matter if people watched her or not. They still needed the partygoers to talk business so the other teams could intercept the information. Her alias name was announced and she climbed up on the stage, keeping as much of a sophisticated posture and appearance as possible as she took her position. The musicians present had already been informed of the song selections she would be performing and awaited her cue to begin. She took a long and slow breath, hoping to quell her nerves. Then her eyes found Hunter and she saw him bow his head to her. She knew what that meant: a silent gesture of encouragement from her love and that was all she needed. She waved her hand to the musicians and an upbeat tune began to sound from their instruments. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see quite a few heads turning and looking in her direction. She was already off to a good start. Then her mouth opened and she began to sing a lively melody that she’d learned long ago, her voice captivating many Imperials’ attention.

Kida leaned over to Hunter and whispered, “You said Kimber could sing…that was an understatement. She’s practically enchanting!”

“I told you,” he said with a smirk.

His eyes glanced across the room to where he knew Echo and Lex would be. They were slowly and subtly inching along the wall as more onlookers gave their attention to Kimber and, a few seconds later, he saw them sneak into the corridor and out of sight.

Subtly running his finger over his ear to activate his comm, Hunter said, “Echo and Lex are en route.”

“We copy, Hunter,” replied Irys. “I will guide them to the Senator’s office and Tech will continue to monitor your position in the ballroom.”

He took his position back beside Kida, who then all of a sudden looped her arm through his. “Let’s take a turn about the room and catch all the gossip, Sergeant. It’ll be a good chance for us to be...alone” she said with a flirty grin, getting in real close.

“Uh…right,” he said back hesitantly, a bit unsure regarding her behavior.

As they began gradually walking arm in arm, Kida leaned in a little and told him quietly, “I’m joking, Hunter. You don’t need to be so nervous. I only flirt to tease you; I know full well you belong wholeheartedly to Kimber. I love and respect you both too much to even dream of coming between you. You can put your worries to rest.”

He grinned slightly with relief “Uh, well…thanks, Kida.”

“Besides, I’m a mother now. I don’t have time for any flippant dalliances anymore,” she added. “If I ever let a man into my life, he’ll have to seriously commit and also accept that my son comes first.”

Then Hunter inquired, “What about Rex?”

He felt a small flinch in her arm that held onto his and there was a flash of slight shock followed by melancholy in her face at hearing her beloved Captain’s name. He could see it clearly even under her mask. Hunter felt sorry for her, his senses catching her longing, and he laid a hand on her wrist reassuringly.

"I don't dare hope for anything with Rex," Kida admitted in an uncharacteristically low voice. "He's in hiding for a reason and even so, I'm sure he has more important things to worry about than a woman he shouldn't have slept with and his illegitimate child."

"You think too little of yourself," he told her. "I know Rex. He's a good man who honors his code and only breaks it when he has a good reason. When we found out he was the father of your child, I knew right then that you were special enough to him that he chose to break that code for you. I have no doubt that, if we ever find him and he finds out about Kori, he’ll be happy with both of you.”

Her lips only twitched up a little, but he could tell she wasn’t convinced. “Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stay. He’s more well-known to the Empire and if they find out he’s alive, he’ll be hunted just like us. He needs to stay hidden, even if it means…I never see him again,” she said, her voice quivering with the last few words.

“Kida…,” Hunter began to say, but then his heightened hearing picked up something right then. He heard the name “Crassus”; the name of the Imperial financier they were supposed to watch out for. “Arsin Crassus is nearby,” he told Kida.

Her downtrodden look disappeared and immediately switched to determination. “Let’s find him,” she said. Then she reached up nonchalantly by her ear, activated her earpiece and said, “We might have found Crassus. Hunter and I are moving to intercept.”

“We see you, Kida,” she heard Wrecker respond.

Hunter casually led Kida in the direction he’d heard the name being spoken, Kida snatching a drink off of a waiter’s tray as they went along. She downed the thin glass in one gulp and then pushed the glass into the chest of another waiter without even looking at them. Hunter reached down and activated the hidden comm device in his sleeve so everyone else could hear their upcoming conversation.

“Mind if I take the lead on this one?” she asked Hunter quietly as they approached a small group of people.

“You lead, I’ll follow,” he responded.

They were just outside the small gathering of partygoers when they heard a woman in the group state, “I heard that there were rumors of possible Rebel activity happening tonight at the gala. The Senator requested extra security be here to monitor the evening’s events.”

Kida and Hunter snuck each other apprehensive looks. Did that somehow have anything to do with them? Kida then jumped into the conversation, exclaiming in a hushed, fake-nervous voice to appear as though she didn’t want to cause a fuss, “Extra security? What possible Rebel activity are they assuming is going to happen? Surely, this gathering is already well-protected.”

A pompous-looking man in an Imperial uniform and a plain gray mask said in a snobbish voice, "Supposedly, they plan to infiltrate the gala, but that's highly impossible. Any Rebel scum wouldn't get past the gates and they surely would be unable to get their hands on an invitation. I'm certain we have nothing to worry about and can continue on with our business here."

Hunter heard Rina let out a laugh in his earpiece and reply, "Wow, I just love ignorant Imps. They're hilarious!"

Keeping her cover, Kida went on, "You seem so confident in that belief, sir. Might I inquire as to who you are?"

"Arsin Crassus, my silver beauty," the man answered with a hungry look in his eyes that emanated strongly from behind his mask. "And you are?"

"With me," replied Hunter instead, placing a hand on Kida's waist and pulling her closer protectively against his side.

She was a tad surprised at how forward he was being and for even coming up with such a lie, but she could tell he was doing it to ensure her safety from Crassus. The way he was looking at her made Hunter uncomfortable and she at least was thankful to have him looking out for her.

Luckily, Arsin noticed this and held up his hands. "As you wish," he stated.

Moving past the situation, she went on to ask, "What do you hope to gain at this gala, Mr. Crassus?"

With a pleased grin, he told her, "I'm simply meeting with the remnants of the Separatists parties who…tragically lost their leaders recently in an attack on Mustafar."

Kida, Hunter and everyone listening in didn't fail to notice his dramatic emphasis on the word "tragically", knowing that more than likely confirmed he did have a hand in setting up the Separatists' execution.

“It’s up to me, as one of the Empire’s top financiers, to obtain, divide and allocate their funds to the appropriate places,” he then added.

"Sounds like you've got your hands full," said Hunter.

Arsin just laughed. "Oh, it's child's play, my friend. Besides, my plans for the money will greatly benefit the Empire in ways you cannot even fathom yet."

"It would seem our hypothesis was correct," Tech spoke over the comms in Hunter and Kida's ears.

"He's a bit too proud of that," added Lex's voice.

Then they heard Rina, whose voice came through a bit more urgently, "Guys, the Imps are losing interest in Kimber's performance. We gotta step up our game. Big guy, time for Operation 'Cut a Rug'."

"Operation what?" Tech questioned.

Just then, Hunter and Kida heard a commotion in another direction; not far from where Kimber was. They directed their attention that way and saw the crowd were all turning heads and parting, making a path through them. All of a sudden, in the space that formed, Wrecker and Rina appeared and, to Kimber, Hunter and Kida’s shock--as well as Tech and Irys, who could see it on their monitors--they were dancing together. Not just dancing, but dancing well, especially for two people with a much greater height difference. Wrecker led Rina through the crowd, moving almost effortlessly with the music, and Rina followed him with surprising grace that her friends didn’t know she possessed. He then stopped in the middle of the people, picked Rina up and somehow managed to spin her around his body, the flowing skirts of her dress trailing behind her like the tail of a red shooting star. He set her down with ease and they resumed moving around each other, keeping their eyes on one another, almost as if the sea of people surrounding them didn’t even exist.

Echo’s voice broke through on comms, “What’s going on?”

Irys was the one to answer, still in a stunned state: “They’re...dancing.”

The more the members of the Bad Batch and Koriena Force in the ballroom kept watching, the more impressed they were with both Rina and Wrecker’s dancing skills and how well it seemed to pair with Kimber’s beautiful singing. Even more fortunately, it seemed to take the rest of the party’s focus back to them, which they knew would give Echo and Lex more time to fulfill their objective.

Kida leaned over to Hunter and whispered, “I’m quite impressed. It doesn’t entirely surprise me that Rina can pull off dancing, but I never knew your brother was such a talented dancer.”

“Honestly…neither did I,” he replied.

Echo and Lex had just successfully reached Senator Saam’s office, thanks to assistance from Irys, when they’d heard Rina’s warning about losing the attention of the Imperials and “Operation: Cut a Rug”.

“What’s going on?” Echo inquired into his comm.

“They’re…dancing,” both he and Lex heard Irys reply.

The two of them exchanged bewildered looks.

“Wrecker can dance?” Lex asked, taken aback.

Echo, who seemed even more shocked, said to her, “Apparently. I’m just as surprised as you are.”

They turned to survey the room and to them, it just appeared like a normal Senator’s office: plain walls, furniture and with a few computer monitors and consoles. There was also a holotoable off on the side of the room.

“All right, you’d better scomp into the main computer. I’ll stand guard by the door,” she stated.

However, he responded back to her, “Actually, it’d be better if you came over with me. You can help me examine whatever data I find.”

Once again, she subtly gritted her teeth and silently cursed him for keeping her close. This situation wasn’t helping her try to avoid anything more developing between them, but it seemed everything and everyone was working against her.

“All right,” she relented and followed him over to where the computer console was.

Echo flung back the cape he wore that covered his scomp arm out of the way, got down on a knee and inserted the scomp into the appropriate slot. Right away, the screens lit up and multiple data files began opening.

“Keep your eyes out for any information we can use that Cid mentioned: weapons deals, shipping contracts, financial agreements; whatever you can find,” he told Lex. “Hopefully, the Senator has something that ties his deeds to any business that’d be taking place here at the gala.”

“Understood,” she replied as she started glancing at other files on another screen, scrolling through multiple files that seemed to solely be about trade agreements or legislature dealing with different issues on Tibrin.

After a couple silent minutes, apart from the whirring of Echo’s scomp arm or Lex clicking buttons to go through the files, Echo stole a look over at Lex, watching her closely as she focused in on the computer screen. He wished he could go over to her and tear her mask away so he could look at her. He wanted to see her face; her beautiful Zabrak face with her intricate, black tattoos whose patterns he’d almost committed to memory and her violet eyes that he felt he could lose himself in until time stood still. There were already walls she’d put up about her and she already wore an unseen mask when she was around him, hiding her pain and real feelings from him. She didn’t need a real mask along with it, even though he knew, of course, that it was for the mission. It was just a thought that didn’t sit well with him, knowing she was shutting him out for reasons he’d yet to figure out or get from her.

Finally, he spoke up while still going through the files, “Lex…why did you not want to be paired with me for this mission?”

Lex stiffened up at the question now posed to her, unsure of what to say in reply. She recalled him noticing her discomfort when they'd all originally been split into teams a while ago. Should she tell him the truth or just make it out to be not a big deal? He was smart and would most likely see past her lie, but if she told him the truth, what then?

“I…I don’t know,” was all she managed to say, keeping her eyes forward on the screen in front of her.

Just as she suspected, he responded, “Don’t lie to me. What have I done that’s made you uncomfortable with me now?”

“I already told you. It isn’t you; it’s me…and I can’t talk about it,” she reminded him.

“You can’t or you won’t?” he fired back.

Her hands balled up in frustration and she hung her head. Why wasn’t he making this easy for her?

Then he chose to add, “While we’re on the subject of things you won’t talk about…I know it was really you who saved me from the fire on Balmorra.”

Now, she really was frozen in place. How had he found out? She knew the answer just about as quickly as she wondered the question. It had to have been one of the Koriena Force ladies. Given how much they’d pushed her about her feelings for Echo before, she wouldn’t put it past any of them to rat her out for what she’d done for him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she heard him ask.

She swallowed nervously. “I just...I didn’t want you to think you owed me unnecessarily for it,” she explained, hoping that explanation would suffice.

“Unnecessarily?” he repeated. “Lex, you saved my life. I owe that to you whether you like it or not.”

“I don’t want anything from you, Echo,” she said.

“Yes, you do. I see it in your eyes every time you look at me.”

Her whole body locked up.

“You might hide how you feel on your face, but your eyes reveal everything to me,” he added. Right then, he withdrew his scomp from the socket, forgoing the task at hand for a moment, and he walked over to her, startling her since she had expected him to stay where he was.

As she turned to face him, her back hitting the desk behind her, she urged him, “This really isn’t the time for this.”

“When else are we going to discuss this then? Because you hardly speak to me now as it is,” he replied. He approached her and stopped directly in front of her as he told her, “I thought there was something special between us, ever since the night we spoke in the med room. We were open and vulnerable with each other. What’s changed since then?”

Lex only stammered out a couple syllables, completely at a loss for what to do or say. At this rate, it seemed he wasn’t going to back down from this conversation and she was trapped there until he got the answers he was seeking.

“I know you felt it, too…,” he said, “...but you act as though your hands are tied and you pull away from me. Why can’t you be honest with me or yourself?”

“You think I don’t want to be?” she asked back. “You think I want to torture myself like this, keeping myself away? I don’t…but it’s what I have to do.”

“But why?"

"All of this…it’s hopeless. You wouldn't understand."

"I understand you better than anyone else could…but if you still believe that, then help me to. I want to understand."

Everything inside of Lex was screaming at her to just trust him with the rest of the truth of how she felt; she knew she could…but if she did, then she would be risking her heart again and that still was a thought that terrified her no matter how much she cared for Echo. Her torn and bruised heart was at war with itself and it caused a great ache in her chest. Her guilt only built up more at seeing the pleading in his eyes, so she turned away from him, averting her eyes back to the screen.

As she wracked her brain on what she could possibly say to him, something on the screen caught her eye; an abbreviation she recognized on a file that she’d opened just before Echo had gone up to her.

“Wait…hold on…,” she said, focusing in on the letters. She wanted to be sure they were what she thought they were.

For a second, Echo was frustrated, thinking she was avoiding the subject, but then he saw her looking closer at a file on the screen and enhancing it, zooming in closer on a set of three letters: “CEC”. She’d noticed something.

“What is it?” he inquired, leaning down so he could see, too.

She pointed to the letters. “Look at this: CEC. Do you know what that is?”

He shook his head. “Should I?”

“That’s the Corellian Engineering Corporation,” she told him. “They manufacture starships and starship weapons.”

“Then that must be what we’re looking for,” he concluded.

“See if you can find any more data connected to the CEC on the main computer,” she stated. “Maybe any sort of transaction history or weapons contract.”

“On it,” he replied, already heading back to the main computer, where he scomped into the system again.

Lex got on her earpiece and informed the others, “We might have something. Echo’s looking for the data now.”

“What did you find?” they heard Irys respond.

“There was a file with the abbreviation for the Corellian Engineering Corporation,” Lex said. “We’re looking for any other documentation that could connect the Senator to them.”

“If you find anything, Echo, you’ve got the datarod,” said Hunter over comms.

“Roger that, Hunter,” replied Echo. A few seconds later, he cried out, “I’ve got it!”

Lex left the computer she was at and moved over by Echo, her eyes going straight to the main computer screen to see what information he’d found. There were three files that he’d brought.

Peering closely at the first file, Echo said aloud, “This is a weapons contract between Senator Saam and the CEC, commissioning the building of special weapons for ‘new Venator-class cruisers known as…Star Destroyers’.”

“That sounds ominous,” Lex observed.

Echo then switched to the second file. “Here’s the Senator’s personal shipping manifest. The weapons are scheduled to arrive tonight during the gala.”

Lex activated her ear comm. “Tech, Irys, there’s a shipment of starship weapons that are due to arrive tonight while we’re at the gala. Be on the lookout for any incoming cargo ships.”

“A coincidence that you bring that up because I just scanned an incoming ship entering the planet’s atmosphere a few clicks out from the mansion,” answered Tech.

“Belay that. There are two ships on the scan,” said Irys. “The second one is a smaller shuttle. Looks like a possible escort of the cargo ship.”

Hearing that made Lex concerned and she glanced nervously at Echo as she asked over the comm, “How long do we have before the ships arrive?”

“Five minutes,” they heard Tech say.

Both Echo and Lex were feeling the pressure now after hearing that answer. They didn’t have much time; they had to find a way to stop those weapons from reaching the gala.

“What are we going to do?” asked Lex. “We can’t steal the weapons nor can we pose as anyone who’s authorized to handle them.”

Echo’s expression steeled as he declared firmly, “Then we have to destroy them.”

“How?” she questioned. “We were expecting people here to be trading firearms, not weapons for Imperial cruisers. We don’t have the right explosives or nearly enough of them to destroy those weapons.”

He looked away for a brief moment in thought before pressing a finger to the side of his headpiece and saying, “Tech, we’ll need you and Irys to destroy that cargo ship.”

“What?” asked Tech.

“We can’t let the Empire get their hands on those weapons and this is the only way to make sure that’ll happen,” he explained.

Then they heard Hunter’s voice come through and say, “Echo’s right. Do whatever it takes to keep those weapons from getting here.”

“Irys, does this ship have guns?” they all heard Tech ask.

Irys answered him, “You’re talking about a ship harboring a group of fugitive women on the run from the Empire. What do you think?”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” said Tech.

“Echo, there’s one last file,” said Lex, who had been pulling up a third and final file on the computer as the previous conversation had been happening. “It looks like it’s a recording of a transmission between the Senator and the CEC.”

“If we access it, it should appear on the holotable,” said Echo, gesturing to the table close by.

Lex opened the file and sure enough, the holotable lit up and a hologram projection appeared, showing Senator Gume Saam, a male Ishi Tib alien with a scaly, almost X-shaped face and a beak, dressed in fine Senatorial robes.

“These weapons are of great importance to the Empire,” the Senator said in the message. “I will need you to deliver them on the night of the gala I am hosting on Tibrin. There will be many trades agreements and business arrangements made that night, so you should have no trouble making the drop. We had other weapons schematics we were intending to use for a prototype of a new advanced weapon; however, Wat Tambor was sent to retrieve them on Kuat and they were lost. Supposedly, he says they were stolen by a woman and a group of Clones, so these new weapons we’re acquiring from you are our next best option.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…!” Echo exclaimed, running a hand over his face. Just as Lex was about to ask what was wrong, he said aloud, “This is all because of us?” He turned to face Lex. “A year ago, we were called in on another assignment on Kuat to intercept plans for modified starship weapons being given to a Separatist operative, which ended up being Wat Tambor. He tried to attack Kimber and, even though he escaped, she still managed to get the intel.”

“So this weapons deal with the CEC is because you guys stole their original plans? Karabast, no wonder the Empire has it out for you,” she commented.

“I need to quickly download that message as well as the other files onto the datarod,” he stated as he pulled the rod from his belt, went back to the main computer and inserted it into the proper slot. Then he started tapping keys to start the process.

As the download started, they heard Kimber’s voice, whom they weren’t expecting to hear since they thought she’d be busy singing. However, her message was spoken quickly and quietly, more than likely because she was still performing and only had a second to communicate: “Echo, Lex, security’s coming.”

As Echo and Lex glanced at each other from across the room in surprise, Wrecker then confirmed, “She’s right. A couple guards went off down the hall where you went. I think someone must’ve seen you two sneak off.”

“I have them on cameras,” said Irys. “We’re about to engage the cargo ship, but I’d estimate you two have only a couple minutes before security arrives. Hurry and get yourselves out of there!”

"Is it finished?" Lex asked Echo.

"Not yet. I can't make it go faster," he replied.

Lex could feel her anxiousness building. They were so close and now were about ready to get caught. Their whole operation could be blown!

"We'll come help you. We'll stop the guards before they get to the office," they heard Rina say.

"No, don't," responded Kida. "If more people go down that corridor, it'll only arouse more suspicion."

Lex said back in reply, "She's right, it’s too dangerous, especially when we’ve got the information we need. We appreciate it, though, Rina. Though, if you hear blasterfire in the next few minutes…then be ready to come running."

"Be careful, Lex," said Hunter.

She stole a look at the closed door to the office, getting the feeling they were going to have to prepare to fight. Her hand hovered over the hidden pocket of her dress that hid her vibroblade, her fingers twitching in anticipation. If she started hearing voices approaching the door, she’d be ready.

Then she heard Echo exclaim behind her, “I’ve got the files! Let’s go!”

“All right…though, one last thing,” she said. She withdrew from another pocket in her dress a couple small thermal detonators and tossed them over to Echo before he moved away from the computer. “Place these on the computer. Once we’ve made it back to the ballroom, I’ll activate the detonators and it’ll create enough of a diversion for us to escape.”

With an impressed grin, he said in response, “I like the way you think.” Once the bombs were in place, he jogged over to her and said, “Let’s go before the guards get here.”

However, as the two of them exited the Senator’s office and got only a few feet away, they could hear voices that were getting close in another nearby hallway. Security was now closer than they thought and by the time they could get to another corridor, it’d be too late.

“Karabast!” Lex quietly exclaimed.

“Looks like we'll just have to fight our way out of this,” stated Echo.

Just as he was about to withdraw his blaster from under his cape, he was suddenly shoved up against the nearby wall and Lex was holding him in place, a determined look in her eyes.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“What I'm good at...taking a risk,” she replied.

His eyes narrowed at her. The look he could see on her face, even with her mask on, concerned him. He feared she was about to do something reckless and he didn’t like that.

“Lex, don’t--” he began to say.

“Do you trust me?” she interrupted him.

He found himself falling silent at that question. The more he searched her eyes and face for any sign of what she was thinking, the only thing he could discern was that she was dead-set in whatever idea she had. Even though he was still worried over what she was about to do, he knew that he had to trust her, just like he always did.

“I do,” he said.

Lex stole one last look towards the other hallway where they could hear the security guards approaching. If she was going to act to save their skins, she had to act fast.

“Guess it's now or never. I'm sorry, Echo,” she thought in her mind.

She inhaled deeply, moved forward and made her move, hoping it was going to be enough to save her and the man she fell for as well as salvage the rest of the mission for the others.

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