#did people who disagreed with him have to be sworn to secrecy if they were fired

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Wait do you think the hc lady never spoke up about chairman doing things she didn't like because she'd get shot or something

#i can see that being the case #did people who disagreed with him have to be sworn to secrecy if they were fired #with possible surveillance even after leaving the job #or is it a 'two can keep secret if one of them is dead' sort of thing? #which i mean. idk how far up the system hc lady was but if she was chairmans assistant then #it sounds like it could have been the latter #was being killed only a threat for heroes like nagant who got out of line #or was it for anyone in the hc? #and probably the most important question - was chairman just crazy enough to be threatening to kill people if they disagreed with him #or is it something everyone in that position feels it 'necessary' to do? #would hc lady do the same to others in that position too? #god what the fuck is up with this place #bnha #hero commission #chairwoman #mettys posts #metty posts #sorry if im only just realising this #im thinking hc thoughts tonight #GET MY SLEEPY GUY MERA OUT OF THERE

[wizkiddx]

Nothings changed at all

ooh my first lil one  shot on here?!?! not really sure how I feel abt this one but hey ho we move.

summary: 2 years have passed with 2 people living completely separate lives. That’s until Paddy the matchmaker gets involved by not liking exams.

“Y/n?…. Y/n?” Brought out of her ferocious typing, Y/n dragged her attention away from the screen infant of her and looked around the coffee shop to identify the owner of the voice. Sure enough, standing opposite her was an adult and teen who both smiled excitedly at her.

“Nikki! Pads!” Y/n exclaimed while she jumped out of her seat to hug Nikki first, then Paddy. “Wow it’s been ages! You want to join me?”

“Yeh that’d be great!” Nikki smiled already pulling out the free chair opposite, while Paddy stole a chair from a nearby vacant table and pulled it up next to Y/n.

“God you look so grown up since I last saw you!” Nikki grinned, but her eyes held a little surprise making Y/n giggle. It had been at least 2 years since she’d seen the Hollands, and life had changed tremendously for her.

“Yeh well 24 and a qualified doctor now so it’s all happened. But speaking of… what the hell have you done with my fake baby brother Paddy?”

The three spent 40 minutes just catching up with each other, it felt like some weird family reunion. Nikki knew she would be told off by her other sons for ‘consorting with the enemy’ but Nikki really did like and miss her. It was more than clear Paddy did too. Y/n had practically been a part of the Holland family for three years while her and Tom were together, it was fair to say they had all got used to having her around. So when Nikki saw this elegant, grown young woman sat in the coffee shop she couldn’t help but say hi. 

They chatted about everything… well almost everything. There was a large gaping hole in the conversation though, where casual references to Tom would usually lie - but neither felt comfortable broaching that subject with the other. Not yet anyway. Y/n could not believe that paddy was in year 11 and taking his GCSEs, in her head he was still the hyperactive young boy who loved to play spies.

“We only came out today to give this one a break from his revision did we?” Nikki spoke kindly towards her youngest, Y/n raising her eyebrow at the tone.

“Yeh I just proper hate maths and I know I’m going to fail it-“ Paddy sighed, suddenly feeling the need to twist his empty hot choclate mug round and round, clearly nervous just talking about it. He clearly wasn’t especially gifted academically and in a school system where talents for the arts and less ‘mainstream intelligence’ isn’t celebrated - he was just considered a write off.

“We’ve been looking for a tutor for him but… well you know at this point in the year so is everyone.” There was almost a look of resignation in Nikki’s face, quite clear that Paddy had already given up. Y/n knew she had to offer, her history of tutoring meant this would be just like any of her other clients and she knew the curriculum inside out and back to front.

“Well you know… only if you want… but I still do tutoring when I have the time?”Looking cautiously between the other occupants of the little table, she wore a kind smile. It would be weird - yes. Tutoring her ex’s brother. But he didn’t have to know, and the Hollands had always been a second family to her. 

“Mum can she? Please I really need help and-“

“Only if you have time Y/n, sorry I dint mean to guilt you or anything?”

“No no you didn’t! But I would love to, you know Paddy’s always been my favourite Holland!” Nikki laughed at that, nodding her head as she looked deep into Y/n’s eyes. 

“Well then, no harm in trying right?” 

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Y/n the tutor was a massive hit. Paddy’s confidence almost instantly sky rocketed, with Y/n’s familiarity with him she knew exactly how to approach different subjects and get the best results. She would come over twice, sometimes three, times a week - but there was never any issue since Tom was away filming with Harry, meanwhile Sam and Dom were sworn to secrecy. The one hour sessions quickly evolved into staying for dinner just so Sam could practice from his cooking course. Then there was a little extra tutoring of english too, then a glass of wine or so. 

Then came the actual exams. A terrifying process not only for Paddy, but everyone else associated with it also. Somehow though, they all made it through alive and without the excuse of tutoring it just became an invite to dinner once a week. Just ‘because’. Nikki and Dom would love to say they only offered because Paddy wanted her there, but truth be told they all enjoyed her company. Especially with two of their sons on the opposite side of the world, it was nice just to have that familiarity again. She would go to the pub every now and again with Dom and Sam and just generally was a part of the families day to day life. 

Then came the night before Paddy’s results.

As expected Y/n had been invited round for a barbecue that evening, with the Hollands and some of Paddys friends families. The whole thing was just a distraction for Paddy who was nervous beyond belief. He really needed to pass to go on to college and chase his dreams of going to university. He couldn’t afford to cock up, even at the tender age of 16.  So fair to say a jovial evening where the word ‘GCSEs’ was banned - it was exactly what the boy needed. Everyone sat in the garden chattering away happily, enjoying the glorious and rare British sunshine. 

Sam popped inside to go to the loo, but on his way was dragged by unfamiliar hands round the corner into a study room. He shrieked in fright, before his eyes widened in recognition.

“Missed us?” Harry smirked as he let go of his twin however he was immediately pounced on by Sam, who had of course missed his twin brother for the half a year he’d been away. Next he turned to Tom, the both of them laughing as he hugged his older brother, Sam having to hide his surprise at his bulkiness. The new role obviously had him working out a hell of a lot.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“We got some time off and mum said Pads is terrified so we thought we’d pop in for moral support.” Harry exclaimed, clearly very proud of themselves for organising it for their littlest brother. 

“ Does anyone know?”

“Um… well you…now” Tom couldn’t hide his mischievous grin, making Sam shake his head at his over excitedness “So what’s going on? Is it a party or something?”

“I’ve just done a barbecue for Paddy friends families… you remember Jack? Another guy called Zak and then two girls too-“

“Ah cool so we will just walk out and surprise him?” Harry asked and Sam was about to encouragingly agree, until something struck him.

“I…um…Tom there’s something you need to know.” His voice was deadly serious and Harry noticed the warning tone; Tom always oblivious didn’t catch on so quick, just scoffed and asked why.

“While you’ve been away…. Paddy had tutoring to help and um well… Y/n-she’s here.” Tom closed his eyes and shook his head, taking a breath and gulping it down before looking intently at Sam.

“She…she what?”

“Mum bumped into her in town and she got Y/n to help Paddy with maths. I don’t know… she’s here for Paddy and well…”

“Mum knows that we aren’t speaking right?” Sam nodded in defeat, taking a small step back from his brother “and she still…she still did this?”

“You were the other side of the country and you know how close Paddy and Y/n were. And by the way she worked it looks as if she might’ve made him pass which would be a miracle in itself! So please can you just be civil?”

“It has been like 2 years Tom” Harry, very unhelpfully, felt the need to input - earning him a glare from both of his brothers. Tom just shifted his weight nervously from foot to foot, eyes glued to the floor.

“Yeh…I mean we are adults” His words were stuttered, as if his brain was desperately trying to force out words his heart completely disagreed with. Harry and Sam knew of course, they knew their brother never really had got over his first love. With a sympathetic smile Sam led the way out of the study room.

It was fair to say to Holland’s were ecstatic about the twos return, Paddy’s face had been the most priceless because although he was 16 - he still really was an overexcited little kid. The whole garden energy skipped about twelve levels when they walked in, Paddys friends and families also a little excited to see ‘spiderman’ in real life. Yet Y/n… she was less pleased. Sam had instantly come over to her asking if she was okay. Which she was. Unlike her ex, Y/n had properly got over him and had serious relationships since. She just felt awkward for him, she was in the way of a family reunion, she was the sceptre at the feast. Bless Sam for keeping her company, they sat on the outdoor furniture in the corner and just chatted, while Mr centre-of-attention relished all the love from his family. She knew she should leave, so leaned closer to Sam to barely whisper. “I’m gonna go now”

“Y/n you don’t have to, Pads still wants you here and-“ 

“Sam could you give us a minute?” 

Interrupted by the oh so familiar voice, Y/n smiled nervously at him, before giving Sam a side eye saying it was okay for him to leave. Swapping seats Tom sat down in Sams seat, running  a hand through his hair nervously. 

“Look Tom I was just going to go so you guys can have a proper reunion and-“

“Please stay. Paddy wants you here and tonights about him so?”

“That’s very kind of you but...well you made it clear we couldn’t be friends. I don’t want to intrude and-“

“That was years ago and I was being naive. For paddy please?”

“Tom I….I’m-“ Stopping promptly as she was interrupted.

“staying yes I agree. Now come on he’s looking…” Tom lowered his voice as he motioned over to Paddy standing with Sam, who appeared to be watching the exchange between the two ex lovers intently “so pretend I said something funny, laugh and then we can go mingle”

“Hard to imagine… you have no sense of humour” She smiled sarcastically, before throwing her head back laughing - as if she had said something hilarious. Tom knew he had to join in, however much he tried to hide the grimace at her remark.

“ You haven’t changed at all” He muttered under his breath following her as she stood up and headed back towards the main group.

“Oh but I have” Tossing her head to look back at him, flowing hair flicking round too “I’ve learnt my worth.” Her words were dripping with sass and a little passive-aggressiveness, but all Tom could think was how amazing she was, how much he had missed that little smirk she did while flicking her head back round and pull Paddy in for a side hug. 

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The evening flew by, all of Paddy’s friends and their families went home, yet Y/n stayed and chatted with the Hollands as if this was completely normal. They had all long since migrated into the sitting room while the sun was setting, playing some board games of Paddy’s choice - his results long since forgotten early that evening. Truth be told, Y/n really enjoyed catching up with Harry and although they hadn’t really had any personal conversations- seeing Tom and taking the piss out of his uselessness at the games was also very enjoyable. After her and Paddy’s turn ended Y/n excused herself to go to the toilet but instead of going straight back to the living room she went to grab herself a glass of water.

“Oh Y/n… I was meaning to catch you” The soft and very very familiar voice startled her a little, the warm tone sending shivers down her spine as if a reflex. Turning round to see Tom leant against the counter with a small smile.

“Well what’s up then?” She tried not to be too open too quickly, as much as her heart just wanted to skip the small talk. 

“Just wanted to catch up, it’s been a while and just feel like we should be friends since my family seem to sort of adopted you” She scoffed at his statement, very obviously rolling her eyes, a little annoyed.

“And who was it that didn’t want to be friends huh?” She raised an eyebrow and this was Toms turn to scoff as he looked down at the ground.

“Yeh yeh I deserve that… shall we just skip past the blaming me huh?” The cockiness wasn’t hidden in his voice and that made her laugh, clearly not that shy. In fact he was terrified, but wanted to look as if he didn’t care, like he was flippant. 

“Alright Spiderman, so how’s life?” …

The truth about their break up was quite simple. Tom had got too busy and had stopped making time to their relationship. Y/n grew tired and had had enough, which he completely understood. He’d tried to promise more effort, flying back for extra weekends but they both new they were hollow, it wouldn’t be maintained. Their last meeting hadn’t been an angry shouty one, rather just depressingly sad. They’d both been upset, recahingn a mutual conclusion it was just the wrong time. Which they had both agreed with... but one thing they hadn’t. Tom thought it was like dangling a carrot in front of his face, having Y/n still present in his life. He had given her an ultimatum, they either keep going on together p as a couple or they would become strangers. And that’s where it had been left 2 years ago. 

They spent the next half an hour or so, chatting away as if nothing had ever happened. It felt normal again, all jokingly catching up about the most ridiculous things - the low hum of the left on radio in the background. That was until a certain song  came on the radio - it was ridiculous, the most insane unlikely eventuality to happen. Their old song. 

Of course that would happen. Y/n released a breathy laugh and Tom’s grin just grew and grew across his face, slowly transferring into a smirk. He stood up from leaning across the counter, that Y/n was now sat cross-legged on top. In his ever so dramatic movie like style, he rounded the counter to her side, and held an arm out to her. 

“Dance with me”

“Tom that’s-“

“Oh come on, dance with me!”

“You’re ridiculous”

“I know. So dance with me?”

“Tooommm” She drew out his name in refusal, but her body said something else as she slid off from the counter - delicately landing on tiptoes as she lowered herself down. 

“Just come here, for old times sake” He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him, transferring his hand to hover at her waist, not touching until she  gave him a small nod in permission. Hesitantly she knew where her hands were supposed to go and slowly drifted them up to round his neck, but balanced  her forearms further on his collarbones so she held her own hands rather than gripping his neck as was natural. They slowly moved in unison, just slightly rocking from one side to another - Tom’s eyes locked on hers.

“So are you happy?” Something about the way he said it made her internally shudder. It was the pure care, all his sarcasm and cockiness stripped back to expose himself just for this moment.

“Um yeh… I don’t know feel like I’m starting to figure out this whole ‘life’ thing.” She smiled up at his chocolate brown eyes, while he seemed to absorb all she said. 

“And he treats you well?”

“He?” She narrowed her eyebrows in confusion, cocking her head to the side slightly.

“Oh er… before you said that ‘we’d moved out’ and I just assumed-“

“Ah um yeh I moved in with someone but he’s not in the picture anymore… got the bed to myself again” Tom thought she didn’t seem very affected by it yet still felt guilty for bringing it up.

“I’m sorry… er how long? Are you okay?”

“Yeh I really am. A year and a half so we taught each other a lot, but it was mutual. We’re still friends.” Smiling, Y/n watched as Tom nodded minutely and they drifted to silence, listening to the song bringing back all sorts of memories. “What about you? Got yourself a super model I assume?” She didn’t mean to ask that. Because why did she need to know? She didn’t care about that. Did she? Tom chuckled nervously before replying.

“Umm no. I haven’t really dated anyone since… just all the travelling and everything doesn’t really work with the dating scene.” His voice was quiet, as if hiding something, and he couldn’t meet her eyes looking at the floor.

“Oh… yeh I get that” Unconsciously letting her hands slip back, connecting with the back of his neck- instantly making him meet eyes with hers again. They just stared at each other, still swaying from side to side as the music flowed. He didn’t want this moment to end. And secretly… neither did she. 

“I can’t take you seriously when you look at me like that”  Breaking the intensity, nervously Y/n giggled, leaning away - but Tom’s arms, still on her waist, kept her from going anywhere. 

“Like what?” His eyebrows raised, enjoying her nervous flush present on her cheeks a little more than he should. 

“Like nothings changed” She all but whispered, the gap between the two almost magically diminishing. The pause was long as Tom tried to  formulate the idea he so wanted to get across. 

“ Maybe that’s because… right now I have exactly the same feelings I did two years ago… that maybe I want so badly to kiss you?” His voice was barely audible at the point, but their faces were barely centimetres from each other; noses hovering side by side as his lips brushed hers. He didn’t want to push her, yet at the same time one of his hands moved to her cheek - gently cupping it as his eyes flicked between her wide eyes and pink flushed lips. 

“Maybe… maybe you should kiss me then?” The tension was palpable as she drew out her words, purposefully teasing him a little. Because she wanted to keep him on his toes. When her heard her suggestion she had to stop herself from giggling at the smile that instantly grew across his face, the way his pupils grew in shock . Safe to say he didn’t reply, instead slowly and delicately pressing his lips on hers. She reciprocated tentatively and deepened the kiss bit by bit. Her hands now running through his hair on the back of his head, Toms other hand now on the small of her back - closing the distance completely, their bodies connected. It didn’t last long before she pulled away the most seductive smile on her face, while Tom subtly tried to regain the breath that had been knocked out of his lungs. 

“We should go back” She whispered, while running her thumb over his left flicky eyebrow that always intrigued her. Suddenly his eyebrows furrowed in concern, worried he had made her feel uncomfortable. Instantly recognising this, she calmed his nerves very simply by pressing a fleeting kiss on his lips once again, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the living room.

As soon as they entered Y/n and Tom both realised how long they’d been in the kitchen. The game long since abandoned, probably waiting on one of their returns at their go, the rest of the Hollands now all sat lounging on different areas of the sofa - who all immediately looked up as they shuffled in. Luckily the lights were dimmed for the movie playing on the TV screen, so that no one would see her blushing cheeks. She sat in the middle of the sofa which only paddy was on, and Tom followed sitting next to her - but not too close that it would be suspicious . No words were exchanged throughout, though Nikki did exchange a knowing look with Dom - who had seemingly finally learnt when to keep his mouth closed. Both Y/n and Tom pretend to fix their full attention on the film for a short while, even if both their brains were whirring away with very very separate thoughts to any critical analysis of the storyline. 

After about 10 minutes though, Tom pulled his leg up, just so it was obscuring the view to the sofa opposite and took the opportunity to clasp Y/n’s hands in his. Slickly, even though she wasn’t expecting the contact Y/n didn’t react her eyes still trained on the TV. However, Tom didn’t miss the small upward tug on her lips as she squeezed his hand back. No one noticed.

Except Paddy. 

Paddy from his vantage point on the sofa he was sharing with the two, peered over subtly as he went to the loo - and a massive smirk appeared across his face. He might just’ve got his sister back.

#tomholland #tom holland x reader #idk how to use tags #idk how to use tumblr either #pls help #tom holland fluff

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Request: Little Moments (Volturi leaders x Reader)

"My dear?" Marcus' voice was soft as he lifted your chin, forcing you to be captivated by his red eyes. "I may not have Aro's gift to see into your mind but that doesn't mean I’m blind. I can see you're thinking about something. It's distracting you from me. What is it, my love?" "Can I ask you something?" You asked."You can ask me anything you can think of, my love." Marcus pulled you into him, arms wrapping around you.  "Does being near me hurt you?" You asked quietly, you hands resting on his arms. "I was told that needing to feed was a burning feeling in your throat that needed to be sated. So doesn't it hurt to be around me?" 

A ghost of a smile was on Marcus' face, his gaze softening more than you thought to be possible. "My sweet darling, the longer we've existed meant the more control we have." Marcus leaned his forehead against yours. "When you're faced by food, do you lose control and have to eat it?" You shook your head. "It's very similar. We can smell your blood, your scent and we choose not to feed on you. Think of it like the times your stomach rumbles when your hungry. It takes years of control and practice to become as good at is as we are but we'd go through the worst form of torture just to spend a minute with you. It would hurt us more if you weren't here." Marcus kissed your forehead. "Your gift tells you that?" You asked in awe. "Your bond to us is cherished and I can see how strong it is to each of us. I can see how much we mean to you as well. There is no secrecy, any changes you feel- I know about." Marcus pulled you into his chest, his chin resting on top of your head as you both slight swayed. "I know there is something else you want ask or tell me. You know you can." You exhaled. "I just don't quite understand why it's me?" You asked meekly. "What do you mean darling?" "I mean, take Heidi for example, she's beautiful and just like everyone else in this castle, she's perfect at all times. All vampires are. Not to mention I can't do even half the things vampires can. So I don't understand why you'd want me when you have many more options that would be more... convenient." You said. Marcus chuckled lightly. "I could strongly disagree with that but instead I'll tell you this. No vampire or any other human on this planet is like you and no one could try. You might not be as strong or fast as us in this moment but you are just as important. If not arguably more considering our bond as well as it being much easier to lose you." Marcus cradled your face in his hands. "Not to worry, we're making preparations and will be fixing that very soon." You wrapped him into a hug. "We best be leaving, dear. Caius is awaiting your arrival in the throne room." 

As Marcus had said, Caius and Aro were in the throne room. "Ah our dear, (Y/N)." Aro moved quickly to take your hand into his own, scanning your thoughts as he always did. He cracked a smile smile. "You are precious, my dear." He said, clearly responding to your conversation with Marcus.

In sync, Marcus and Aro moved to their thrones whilst Caius walked towards you. Whilst there wasn't a smile on his face, he wasn't scowling, his eyes soft towards you and you alone. "Come with me." Caius put a hand to your back guiding you out the door. "Where are we going?" "Well, you wanted to see more of tour world and that got me thinking that perhaps you'd like to see the guard at work." Caius slightly smirked at your confused expression. 

Caius slid his hand into your own as he lead you down some stone steps. "I always forget how much of this castle is underground." You said mostly to yourself. "Although I don't think I've been down here before." "You haven't, Cara Mia." Caius responded. "We hadn't allowed it in the case you got hurt but seeing that I will be with you. I don't think it'll do any harm." As you turned another corner Caius' grip tightened slightly. "Stay close to me at all times, never leave my side and only let go of me if I let go of you." You nodded. 

Caius wasted no time pulling you into his side as the doors opened and your eyes widened. There was only an assortment of grey and black blurs moving faster than you could keep up with and some swirling into others. It took you minute to realise that these blurs were people, more specifically the Volturi guards moving faster than the human eyes could pick up. 

Your suspicions were confirmed when Santiago halted a few feet away, looking in the other direction before taking off into a blur again, another grey blur chasing after him. "Is this...all of them?" You were certain there had to be fifty people in this very large room "These are the permanent and higher ranking guards." Caius explained. "Many of these guards reside here in the castle." 

Your gaze caught a hold of Afton, a quiet blonde haired man who was always very polite with you. He moved with ease and speed you couldn't process. He stopped smirking before he was gone in the blink of an eye. You looked in the direction he had before your eyes landed on Chelsea, a red headed girl who seemed almost pleased when she was grabbed by an invisible force that tried to pin her. Surprisingly, she seemed to gain the upper hand and Afton was suddenly in front of her, holding her in place. The two grinned at each other, both of them keeping a solid grip on one another. 

A swirling black mist caught your attention, weaving itself in spaces between people. It took you a moment but eventually found Alec on the far side of the room, seemingly practicing his control over the mist rather than trying to actually get anyone. Seemingly confirming your thought, Jane was moving at random, even swaying and twirling at times as her brother weaved his mist around Jane but making sure it never actually touched her or anyone else for that matter. "This is amazing." You breathed. Caius looked down at you with a ghost of a smile on his face. He traced a light pattern onto your hand. "It'll be a completely new experience when you're changed. Come, we must leave them be. They've settled since you're in here. They have to be careful." "I wouldn't have thought they noticed I was here." Caius chuckled. "Oh they know dear. Come." You smiled brightly squeezing Caius' hand. "Thank you for bringing me down here. That was amazing." "You are more than welcome, my love." Caius said smoothly, kissing your knuckles. 

 You found Aro in his private study, the door was open and you couldn’t help but smile from the doorway. "Ahhh, my dear sweet (Y/N). I trust you've enjoyed seeing our guards train?" "It was amazing. I can't- I still can't believe what I saw." Aro hummed in amusement. "Although, I haven't heard or seen much of you today. That's quite strange." You teased slightly and Aro looked up at you with an amused smile. "I thought you'd enjoy the peace cara mia." You hummed. "You can be peaceful when you want to be, Aro." "Yes...that's true." Aro agreed after taking a moment, seemingly thinking about the statement. Aro closed his book, sitting it on the table. "Come sit with me, cara mia." 

You wasted no time but instead surprised him when you kicked your legs over his and pulled him to lean against you. "I could have sworn you knew how to sit on a chair." Aro teased slightly. "Why do that if I can do this? If you were opposed, you'd have stopped me." You retorted and he chuckled in response. "I never said I was opposed." Aro smirked before caressing your face with the lightest of touches. 

Your communication with Aro was the most unique of all. Skin contact never bothered him, even if he had been bombarded with someone's life story, just by a quick brush of their fingertips. He actually seemed to enjoy it, knowing every common to the most private thing about a person. With you it was completely different, he had seen your thoughts many many times always lingered with you. He always had since he noticed that the two of you could communicate like a conversation and you didn't have to say a word. You thought perhaps it was because it was more special to him. Only he could know what you were thinking in that time, no one else. They were for him and for him alone. 

It didn't take long for Aro to ease even closer to you, closing the gap between you both. His forehead tested again yours and for good measure his fingers snaked up your sleeve to lightly touch your wrist. You couldn’t help but look into his eyes and fall in love with him all over again. 

You never thought that bonds as strong as yours with Aro’s could have ever existed with someone over a thousand years old. The immediate thought was that you’d have nothing in common and that would be the barrier. However that wasn’t correct. Aro was intimidating when you first met but whilst he was eccentric- that was a part of his charm. 

There was so much more to Aro that others didn’t get to see and whilst you felt pity for that, you couldn’t help but be relieved. He had given you his trust to show a side of him that no one could see. Aro made you feel safe and secure whilst he turned your world upside down. He saw beauty in almost everything, a burning curiosity and determination that was contagious. 

You’re thoughts were halted when Aro quickly pressed his lips to yours. That was when you remembered he knew what you had been thinking as soon as you thought it. You couldn’t help but smile slightly into the kiss. He wasn’t like other people. That you were certain of. You had no doubt that if anyone else had access to someone’s mind in the ways he did that they’d quickly become intolerable by breaching their privacy. Ironically enough, Aro didn’t even though he knew everything his didn’t use it against you or even act like he knew every tiny little detail of your life. He didn’t want to know from his gift- not with you. With you, he wanted to hear it from you. 

Your mates were unique, peculiar and had outlived more than you could have possibly imagined. You were fascinated by them and funnily enough...they were as fascinated with you too.

#request #twilight #volturi #the volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #reader #one shot #oneshot

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REBEL | ARMITAGE HUX x READER | PART ONE

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE RISE OF SKYWALKER.

PART ONE OF ? Summary: Armitage Hux finds himself strangely fascinated by you, a Resistance fighter and pilot, even though he knows he shouldn’t. You know that there’s much more to him than you see on the surface.  Pairing: female!Reader x Armitage Hux Fandom: Star Wars Word Count: 1464 Warnings: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILERS. A/N: I had this idea while watching The Rise of Skywalker last night, and then realised that it was definitely going to have to be something I explored more through more than one chapter, and so this has come into existence. If you read this, I hope you enjoy it. I’m going to try and keep it consistently updating as much as I can and it’ll also be posted over on my Ao3 (here) if you’d like to follow it there!

This is a bad idea.

This is a very bad idea.

Yet Armitage Hux still sneaks out of his quarters for the third time this month in the dead of night, fully dressed in his best First Order uniform, hair combed and gelled to perfection, and makes his way to the meeting place the two of you had been meeting in ever since he’d first decided to give information to the Resistance.

He knows that was a bad idea. He does it anyway.

It’s easily the most dangerous thing he’s ever done, other than that time he confronted Kylo and could have nearly been choked to death because of it. But among the First Order, traitors and spies are the worst of the worst and sometimes, late at night when Armitage is unable to sleep, he wonders how he, of all people, came to be one. His father would be particularly disappointed in him.

He can’t help but feel a little smug about the fact.

Armitage stalls as he hears the unmistakable sound of Stormtroopers around the next corner. They would not question him if they caught him, but he isn’t willing to risk it. Rumours travel fast, and he prefers not to be a part of them.

―

You’re already waiting for him when he arrives, and he finds himself a little disappointed at his tardiness. Usually he arrives first – and that gives him the time to ensure that he looks proper and regal before you show up. He always looks proper, it’s a requirement of his job and his position, but he always likes to make sure. To double check.

It isn’t like he’s trying to impress you or anything, not at all. He just… he wants to make a good impression as a General. You’re the only person aware that he’s a spy, and he trusts you enough to know you wouldn’t tell a soul. It had been accidental, anyway, how you’d discovered his failing allegiance to the First Order – Hux had been conferring with Boolio when you had arrived early to get the very same information Hux had been sharing. You’d been sworn to secrecy, and while he hadn’t trusted you at first, he’d grown to over your last few meetings.

He didn’t have many good impressions of other people he’d met from the Resistance. You were the only exception.

“I thought you weren’t coming.”

Armitage raises an eyebrow at you. You’re sat on a large crate, swinging your legs. It’s your usual spot, but you look a little happier than usual today. You even look more comfortable than you usually do. He supposes, for a moment, that it’s because you’re used to meeting now, but then he notices your clothes. You’re dressed in your usual Resistance garb even though he’d sourced and given you First Order clothes at your last meeting, just on the chance that you were caught on the ship. He didn’t want to risk that. You, clearly, did.

“I thought you had agreed to wear the clothes I gave you.”

You shrug. “I forgot them.”

He narrows his eyes. You flash him a grin.

He moves to sit in his usual spot – a stack of crates beside yours. You can’t help but notice that still, he looks out of place, even though you’ve been meeting for a long while now. He’s so prim and proper compared to you, especially in his First Order uniform. It’s all clean cut lines and straight edges. Your uniform is a little more lax. It’s softer, much more comfortable, if not a little scratchy at times.

“I told you last week,” you decide to offer an explanation. “I understand why you want me to wear it when we meet, but it feels weird putting it on– and yes, I have tried it on. I just feel a little bit like a traitor. It’s bad enough that I have to fly one of your TIE fighters to and from our meetings so I’m not suspected or spotted. It’d just be like me asking you to wear something like this and to fly an X-wing. Would you do it?”

Armitage pauses, and then shakes his head. “No, that uniform looks awfully scratchy.”

His confidence to admit it makes you laugh, and rather irritatingly, his cheeks flush pink for a moment and he drops his head, eyeing the ground, a little embarrassed.

“Shall we get to it then? Give you the information you’re here for?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod and swing your legs again. “Go on. I’m listening. Spill the beans.”

“I’m not going to say it.” He shakes his head and then pulls out a small device from the pocket of his coat and hands it to you. “That’s not how these things work, remember? Take it. That’s still how I’m giving you intel. It doesn’t feel as bad if I don’t say it directly.”

Grinning at him once more, you shrug a shoulder. “Hey, one day I’ll get you to say what you have to say out loud. I hate to break it to you, you’re still committing treason whether you speak the information or not. And it’d sure be a hell of a lot easier if you said it rather than coding it and putting it onto this thing,” you say, holding up the device. “It’d save you time, too.”

Armitage throws you a look. “I let you keep that thing. That’s risky enough.”

You pocket the device. He’s right. Usually, especially when you were getting the information from Boolio, you weren’t allowed to keep the messages on the device themself. Finn would usually transfer them straight to R2 who would do all the decoding. But times were different now, and somehow you got the messages directly from the source himself.

Most of all, you’re just thankful that Leia trusts you enough to go to the meetings on your own. Poe and Finn have always been apprehensive about it. Leia’s told them to be quiet about it more than once.

And then there was the fact that you’re talking so easily to a General of the First Order. That’s something that’s never not going to be strange. Over the last few months, though, you have, at least, found some sense of normality in it. Hux is different than anyone you know, but he was fun to talk to, and you’d found yourself looking forward to your meetings lately, though you’d never admit that to him.

"Well,” you make a move to stand. Your meetings never last too long. You always leave before they get awkward. “I should probably go. I’ve already been here too long.”

He stands with you and looks at you for a moment – he’s taller than you are, and he looks down at you, but it’s not in a patronising way. You don’t feel that with him. He’s made it clear that he doesn’t care if you win, that he only wants Kylo dead. But you can’t help but feel that there’s something else deep down inside him that disagrees with that.

Armitage nods. “Probably for the best. Same time in two weeks?”

“Only if the world doesn’t end before that.”

Against his better judgment, he smiles.

―

Armitage watches as you leave.

There’s a small window in your meeting room. His lips twitch as he sees you wave at him as you move your TIE fighter away from the Steadfast. And then you’re gone as quickly as you came. Secretly and entirely unseen. He spends only a moment more in the small room before sneaking back to his quarters, thinking over your brief meeting.

For some strange reason, he’s grown to rather enjoy the meetings.

He enjoys the feeling of rebellion. He enjoys the rush of adrenaline that gives him. And even though it’s dangerous, he knows that it has to be worth it one day. If Kylo ends up dead, if you win. If you lose but Kylo ends up dead anyway. He smiles at the simple thought, but finds himself strangely uncomfortable with the idea of the Resistance losing.

He supposes you must have had some control on that change of heart.

As he sits down on the edge of his bed, he lifts up his lamp and looks at the small numbers engraved on the bottom of it – a frequency that nobody else knows but the two of you, for emergencies only. For times when he’d need to give you life-saving information, if the time ever arose. A reminder of everything he’s risking. You had your set meeting days, but this was different. He only hopes that he never has the occasion to use it.

For some strange reason, the idea of you hurt is one he finds rather unpleasant.

He’ll have to do something about that.

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Mercenary Chapter 7

Maul x reader

Word Count: 1849

Summary: So Qi’ra exists, and you’re not happy about it.

“Dryden Vos is coming tomorrow to introduce us to his new pet,” Maul informed you as soon as he came storming out of the room that housed his holocom.

Earlier that morning, it had been the incessant ringing of that exact holocom that woke the two of you from a peaceful slumber. It was housed in the room immediately next to your bedroom so no one would be able to eavesdrop without having to go through your private quarters. And no one would live through trying to do that. So already, neither of you was in a good mood.

“Why is his pet our problem?” you complained from your place still lounging on the (admittedly luxurious) bed. Making the bedroom as nice as possible was your top priority after security after returning to the fortress on Dathomir. You were not blind enough to miss the way Maul’s eyes trailed up your form, clearly liking the sight of you lying partially exposed on the blood red, satin sheets.

“Apparently, he sees a future for her. He’s been training her in combat, and she’s proven to be quite bloodthirsty.”

“She’s using him,” you deadpanned. “I know her type. She’ll use him for power until she gets the chance to get rid of him; then she’ll kill him.”

“Which is precisely what I said, but he argued that I haven’t met her so I couldn’t know that. According to him, she is a ‘dancer’ while fighting.”

You giggled a little at the way he rolled his eyes while quoting Dryden. “That doesn’t mean she’s not going to kill him one day.”

“If Dryden is that fooled by her, he deserves his fate. We do not have room in this organization for such idiotic behavior.”

“He wouldn’t be the first to have his brain sucked out through his dick by a woman.”

The zabrak raised a brow. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Yes, I’ve been fucking you for years just to take your place at the head of an organization that I helped you build.”

“Except you fell for my sparkling personality in the process, and hoped that I’d never find out about your original plan, right?”

“Oh, exactly,” you grinned. “Come here,” you demanded, reaching a hand out towards him.

Entertaining you, he offered one of his hands to you as he stepped forward. “Yes?”

“Tell me, did he realize that you were wearing a bathrobe?”

Maul snorted. “No, he believes that I wear dramatic cloaks like he does.”

“If I recall correctly, you used to wear things like that,” you teased.

“That was a long time ago.”

“So was the last time you laid with me.”

“Now, that is a lie considering that I left you less than twenty minutes ago.”

“See? Forever.”

~

The next day saw you and Maul in the central area of the fortress, dressed to impress while waiting for Dryden’s ridiculous ship to arrive. Maul was wearing his usual attire: black clothes fit for combat at any moment, lightsaber hanging from his belt. You were in full armor for the first time since you reclaimed the fortress two months prior. Beskar pieces decorated your right shoulder and left thigh--raided from a Mandalorian settlement long ago--while strong, flexible leathers guarded everywhere else. You prioritized mobility with your armor given your fighting style, so full metal like the Mandalorians wouldn’t do. A staff was strapped across your back along with a sniper rifle, a knife at your calf, and a blaster at your hip. This was to be a show of power to an extent; the object of the presentation showing Qi’ra who was truly in charge.

Every other guard was in standard armor derived from a mixture of old Nightbrother and Mandalorian in looks. The people that worked directly under Maul in the fortress were the most trusted in the entirety of Crimson Dawn, and they were sworn to secrecy about the nature of your relationship with him. Neither Dryden or Qi’ra would be seeing any sort of attachment that could be seen as a weakness today.

“Relax,” Maul muttered under his breath after you shifted for the too-many-ith time. “You’re a professional.”

“Yes, but she isn’t. I don’t like the idea of someone like her claiming the same position I hold; makes it seem less . . .” You couldn’t come up with the word.

“She is the bed-warmer and bodyguard to a figurehead. I would hardly call that the same as your position.”

“There are those that would disagree,” you grumbled.

Finally, the door opened, revealing Dryden Vos and an admittedly beautiful woman you assumed to be Qi’ra. She was dressed to impress, that was sure, in a simple yet stunning dark blue dress that looked completely impractical for any sort of combat. Apparently, she assumed that since they were going to visit Dryden’s boss, protection would be insured. Your eyes narrowed when you noticed how her dark eyes trailed over your lover’s frame.

Foolish. Never trust people you haven’t met, and then still don’t trust them.

“Dryden,” Maul greeted cooly, “and Qi’ra, I assume?”

“That she is, a true marvel wouldn’t you say?” Dryden grinned, clearly proud of his second-in-command.

“Beautiful, I’ll give her that,” you decided. You didn’t miss the way Dryden’s facial markings flushed with his anger, but even he wasn’t bold enough to speak out against you. “Matches the rest of your collection.”

“Excuse me, who are you?” You had to respect the level of control she displayed over her facial expressions. “I’m afraid I’ve heard nothing about either of you.”

“Such caution is the reason any of us are alive,” Maul spoke up, glancing at you over his shoulder. The warning in his gaze was clear: ‘calm down.’

“Darling, this is Lord Maul, the true head of Crimson Dawn. I run the face and keep everything clear with the other Syndicates; he provides the backing we need.” You gritted your teeth at Dryden’s overinflation of his job. “This is his bodyguard, Y/N. She’s been in the position for at least as long as I’ve known him. You’ll probably never see him without her.”

“That’s how bodyguards work,” you muttered.

“And she’s worked for me since the Clone Wars,” Maul informed both of the guests. “You’d do well to respect her, and better to get her to train you. Dryden has mentioned that you’ve been training with him.”

“That would be lovely,” Qi’ra said respectfully. “Perhaps while we are here?”

“That is unlikely,” Maul replied. “Your visit was so short-notice that we couldn’t adjust our schedule accordingly. We are leaving in the morning on a business venture.”

You resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. We don’t have any such plans . . .

“You will stay for dinner, rest here for the night, and be on your way shortly before us.”

“We would love to,” Dryden lied.

Truth be told he and Maul rarely saw eye-to-eye, and it showed at that dinner. While Maul enjoyed decadence in certain areas, Dryden was far too greedy to get along with the zabrak. Dinner was a far more simple affair than any of the parties you had seen on the First Light, you never attended, but you saw the footage for various reasons. The silence was tense. The long table was covered in just enough food for all four of you. You were at Maul’s left hand like always while he was at the head of the table; Dryden was on the end opposite with Qi’ra on his right side.

Telling, was all you could think. If he’s already that comfortable with her, he might be worse off than I thought . . .

Conversation was stilted, but you were hardly surprised. Maul was rarely conversational with other people, so Dryden and Qi’ra entertained themselves by flirting among themselves. As soon as the dinner was over, you and Maul retired to the training room for your nightly sparring session. Feeling particularly malicious, you invited them to watch. The better to show them proof of your prowess.

Once the fight started all thoughts of the onlookers went out the window. The fights were always all-out; neither of you pulled punches, never had. The only thing you were cognizant of was keeping the usual level of flirting through the floor. And based off the split-second glance of Qi’ra’s face you managed to catch while falling, she clearly didn’t expect the zabrak to pull such a cheap move as headbutting you with one of his horns. Dryden apparently wasn’t going full-tilt with her training . . .

By the time you ended the fight (you lost) and called it a night, you were both sporting bloody injuries in various places on top of new bruises. You and Maul escorted the other two to their separate rooms and left them for the night.

“I don’t trust her,” you muttered as you two walked to your rooms.

“You said as much to the idea of her, my dear,” he replied simply. “I didn’t expect you to change your opinion.”

“She’s a presumptuous little snake, and don’t think I missed the way she eyed you up the second she saw you.”

“She would not be stupid enough to try it yet.”

“Yet being the operative word.” You reached the bedroom door. “Goodnight, sir,” you said formally. 

Maul’s brows furrowed, but fortunately he was smart enough to catch on quickly. There’s someone watching, he realized. He now sensed Qi’ra’s presence in the Force far too closely to be her in her room. He was mildly impressed that you noticed when he did not; granted it wasn’t that surprising since he was generally distracted when you were around. “Goodnight. Be ready in the morning.”

Qi’ra frowned. She snuck out of her room as soon as your voices sounded like they’d rounded a corner, hoping to gain more information on the pair of you. Unfortunately, all she learned was your distaste for her was genuine and accurate. She lingered long enough to see if you would do anything after he retired, but you simply crossed your arms and waited. A hard life if she remains here all night. Her exhaustion may be my advantage, was what she thought as she slunk back to her room.

As soon as you heard her door shut in the quiet of the hallway, you snapped your fingers. Instantly, another guard took your place. “Keep an eye out for uninvited eyes,” you ordered quietly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

And then you could finally retire.

Upon entering the bedroom, you were greeted by the sight of your lover lying nude among the freshly changed, black silk sheets. Already, he was dozing, giving you ample time to enjoy the site of him relaxed and beautiful in a way he rarely was. As quietly as you could, you stripped down yourself and crawled onto the bed with him. He roused enough to share a sleepy kiss when you pulled the sheet over both of your bodies, but otherwise remained asleep. While you were not content with the whole guests situation, you were more than content with your position and quickly drifted off yourself.

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader ~ Rest Assured [Pt.7]

[My Marvel Masterlist]   [Previous Part]

A/N: Just another friendly reminder that I’m not following the canon timeline for the sake of having more characters to work with for this series!

Word Count: 1995

By the barrier in question, muttering maledictions in a language unknown to anyone present, Loki’s eyes squeeze shut in concentration as he struggles against his wife’s magic. The mere fact that he is struggling to fight the very magical spells the God of Mischief himself uses and taught to (Y/n) is a testament to his teachings, as well as her skills as a sorceress. The sound of three distinct footsteps, one being as loud as a thunderstorm, shatter’s Loki’s concentration. He looks up in annoyance, ready to berate his brother for being a nuisance, only to be met with an unfamiliar face walking alongside his brother and Natasha.

For a brief second, Loki scoffs at the newcomer’s outfit. Everything from the large yellow gloves to the elaborate cape that seems to have a mind of its own irritates the black-haired god.

“And who might you be?”

“My name’s Doctor Stephen Strange, and according to these two, you are in need of my services.”

“I remember no such thing.”

“Heimdall saw portions of the sorcerer’s residential inscription, and after Natasha did some quick research, we were able to track down the one you seek. Brother, he will help you open the doors.”

Drawing conclusions quickly never ends well, so the God of Mischief makes it a point to show his skepticism. He returns his attention to the doors, waving his fingers and wrist to channel his magic into the warded layers of the barrier. With his closed in concentration, Loki fails to notice the raised brows on Stephen’s face. Instead, one of the Avengers on shift, Tony, catches the surprised expression and articulates his thoughts without a second of hesitation.

“You good there, Doc? What’s with the weird look?”

“I’ve only witnessed one person who uses that exact kind of magic…but she disappeared after her training with me at the New York Sanctum.”

At the end of his statement, Loki looks up from his work once more to stare at the doctor, only this time it is not out of disinterest. It is, in fact, the exact opposite of such.

“You know Asgardian party tricks?” Tony interrupts the god with his snide remark, earning a puzzled look from Bruce, who questions his companion’s frivolous phrasing. 

“No,” Stephen answers without a hint of amusement towards the wealthy hero’s words, “As I said before, I have only ever witnessed someone use Asgardian magic. She explained it to me briefly, but refused to give any details. I believe it was in her interest to keep that information under wraps, and I didn’t blame her. You never know when any people with ill intentions are lurking around.”

”Well, my wife is currently locked in her own room and I have no way of breaking her spells on my own. If you claim to be the man who can help, then you better start helping.”

“How long has she been in there?” Stephen’s medical training kicks into gear. Numerous questions regarding (Y/n)’s health and well-being flood into the doctor’s mind. He knew immediately upon touching the door that he will be helping the immortal beings in saving their princess-- his former student. 

“Far too long to be healthy,” Frigga comments solemnly. “We tried to open the doors many times, but each attempt was unsuccessful. Her spells are simply too powerful for us to decipher, and we were unaware that foreign magic was involved in the incantations.”

“Yes, (Y/n) proved to be quite the challenge for me and my colleagues. She is much smarter than she let on to be. We had to scramble for more information to teach her since our usual lesson plan was finished within a few weeks.”

Civil conversation ensued between the two spellcasters as they work diligently with one another, never once arguing, with the exception of a few moments spent disagreeing over the proper incantation for a given spell.

Off to the side, Tony continues to make unnecessary comments as Peter, who is shadowing the group in order to learn from his mentor, stares off into one end of the hall, feeling lost and unsure of what to do. Scott stands a couple feet away from them, giving Bruce a detailed description on how he would attempt to bypass the tower’s security system; Bruce has been meaning to talk with Tony about updating Jarvis’ programming, so he asked Scott, who has a Masters Degree in electrical engineering and a history of breaking into buildings, for some insight and advice on specific points to focus on.

“What do you mean it’s easy,” Bruce cries out in horror when Scott claims that a physical break-in would be fairly easy in his opinion.

“Yeah, man. Based on everything you’ve told me, plus my experiences being in the tower, I can tell that Tony has barely any security measures in place within the ventilation shafts since Clint is always crawling around inside them. Sooooo, that being said, all I would have to do is enter from the outside via the vents and voila, I’m inside the Avengers’ headquarters!”

Whimpers of fear leave the scientist’s quivering lips. Both hands fly up into his hair, grasping the curled locks and tugging on them as the man breathes in quick repetitions.

“I gotta let Tony know! If someone like you can figure that out, then what happens if some super-secret, evil, organized-crime villain and his henchmen learn about the tower’s weakness too? Then we’re all doomed!”

In the midst of Bruce’s spiraling, panicked thoughts and Scott’s scoff in offense, a loud crackling sound echoes throughout the halls, startling everyone by the doors, especially an already-anxious Bruce Banner.

“Finally…” Loki lets out a breath of air he never realized that he has been holding in. He brings up a hand to push open the door on his side, but is surprised to see it trembling like a leaf in a storm. “What is the matter with me,” the black-haired god whispers demeaningly to himself.

“Nothing at all.” Warm hands cup Loki’s colder one, prompting the god to look up and find his mother’s comforting gaze. She gently rubs her son’s fingers to soothe his nerves. “What is making you so anxious? The last time you were like this was the day you got married.”

“She’ll be angry with me, Mother. I left her alone with no hints regarding my well-being. She’s always more concerned about me than herself. I worry she will never forgive me.”

“What makes you say that, Loki? Ever since the day you two met, (Y/n) has been nothing but loyal to you. Even at your worst, she was by your side, tending to you. She is always bringing out the best in you and making sure you’re well. There is no doubt in my mind, my son, that she will welcome you back with open arms. Now, don’t keep your wife waiting.”

With a gentle shove, Frigga pushes Loki closer to the large wooden barrier that stands between him and (Y/n). His mother’s supportive words gives the black-haired god enough courage to set aside his worries and push open the doors that have been closed for too long, but the sight he is greeted by hurls Loki back into his worried state.

“Oh, darling…” The God of Mischief inhales sharply, rushing over to the bedside hastily. His hands clasp her right hand tightly, squeezing it tightly. (Y/n)’s extremely low body temperature scares Loki. Even though his wife’s Asgardian heritage hinders her body from falling ill as easily as mortal beings, he worries that her current condition is linger closer to death.

Stephen quickly steps in to diagnose his former student. Though she is not human and he has never treated any being other than a human, the doctor is determined to try his best to help. His yellow gloves are thrown off in a corner without care, fingers pressing at (Y/n)’s neck beneath her left ear.

“She’s got a pulse, but it’s barely there.”

Suddenly realizing that he can help, Loki wiggles his fingers to conjure some of his magic. A soft green glow radiates from the God of Mischief’s hands, flowing around in the air before seeping into her skin. Despite the poor lighting in the room, both Loki and Stephen can tell that (Y/n)’s complexion is taking on a healthier hue than the pale, grey-ish tone it was before the healing spell; the rise and fall of her chest becomes more clear. A sigh of relief is audibly heard from the two spellcasters.

Looking over his shoulder to where his mother and the six avengers Loki gestures for the group to move as he gingerly slips his arms beneath (Y/n)’s knees and back. Once a clear path is made, the god lifts his wife off the bed, cradling her dangerously light body to his chest. 

Not a word is spoken during the walk to the healing chambers, where one of the attendants is quick to lead Loki over to a bed secluded from the many others that are scattered around the large room. She drags a curtain across the length of the cot before politely asking all the people in the room to leave as she calls for the primary healer in charge of caring for members of the royal family, but Loki refuses to budge. 

For a moment, Thor stops to wonder if the attendant and healers are sworn to secrecy like some of the other staff. The AllFather never mentioned anything about it. 

“Mother,” the God of Thunder speaks up while keeping his eyes on the healing chamber attendant, “did Father order the healers to sign a confidentiality agreement prior to our arrival?”

“Of course,” Frigga assures. “I made sure your father did not miss any important details. I had no doubt in my mind that your brother would be able to open those doors to reach (Y/n). If any prying individuals manage to discover the events taking place, Heimdall will know and immediately report his findings. There is no need to worry.”

Satisfied, Thor users his Avengers friends out to allow the healers perform their job. Tony proves to the most stubborn, second to Loki, of course. He fights against the blond god with the argument of wanting to observe the methods Asgard utilizes to treat wounds and illnesses, but Thor rebutts, stating that even he is unfamiliar with the powers of a healer.

“You will learn nothing from simply observing, Stark. All you would see is golden wisps of magic floating above the healing bed. Being in that room would only hinder their ability to work efficiently.”

“Oh? Then why is Reindeer Games in there with them?” Tony is determined to catch a glimpse of the healers in action, which unfortunately brings out unpleasant characteristics of his personality. Back at home in the tower, hearing his quips and arrogant responses to something he dislikes usually does not result in any severe consequences, however, they are no longer at the tower. They are temporarily staying in Asgard’s palace, where the royal figures reside in alongside them. Inappropriate, unprofessional behavior has no place here.

“Tony, please shut up,” Bruce pleads. “This is not your home. We’re on Asgardian turf. You can’t just say whatever you want!”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter adds,”I really think you should listen to Dr. Banner. It’s unprofessional to act so care-free in someone else’s home, especially when that home belongs to the rulers of another realm.”

The sharp click of the door opening does not give Tony an opportunity to speak. Everybody turns to find Loki closing the door behind him, ignoring the curious stares and striding right past them. His calm expression hints to the others that (Y/n) is no longer in critical condition, so they are confused with his determination to leave her side so soon.

“Where ‘ya goin’,” Scott inquires.

“To see Odin.”

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Secret Studies -Ch.16 -The Secret Of The Serpent

The Elementalist AU

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

Words: 2558

Warnings: NSFW

Master List (Catch Up Here)

 Beckett may have kept something from Oriana. What will it be, and how will she react when he reveals it to her?

A couple days later, Beckett and Oriana were sitting in the dining hall with Shreya and Zephyr discussing plans for the weekend.

“I think a game night would be so much fun!” Zeph said excitedly. “There are so many things we can play! Oriana, I’ve heard of attuneless games, do you have any you bring??”

“Like…Clue? Monopoly? Twister?” She asked

“I have no idea what any of those are! Can you bring them all??”

“It does sound fun. I would be interested in learning them as well.” Beckett confirmed.

  “Is that so?” Oriana asked. “Think you can handle a hardcore game of Twister?”

He frowned. “I’m sure I can, I can master anything. But…what is it I need to master? I will need to do some research. In fact, I should write the names of these down, so I can go to the library later and…”

“Oh my God, you are such a nerd!” Oriana laughed. “They’re games! They’re supposed to be fun!”

“Yeah, Beckett. Researching is not fun.” Shreya chimed in.

“Agree to disagree.” He replied shortly. “Research is quite fun if you know what you’re doing. There are all kinds of hidden facts throughout history that are in the library somewhere, just waiting for someone to come along and open that particular book. I do believe we’ve discussed this before.”

He was met with blank stares from around the table, and his cheeks turned pink. “You guys don’t research anything?”

Oriana lay her hand on his shoulder gently. “No one but you research how to have fun.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

He shrugged. “I know a different kind of fun we can have.” He joked, pulling her in for a heated kiss.

“Oh, gag me! You guys are just…. disgustingly in love. It’s cute and all but it’s disgusting.” Shreya grimaced. “Just go have sex. We all know you hump like bunnies anyway.”

“Shreya!” Oriana exclaimed, her own face matching Beckett’s new shade of red.

“What? I know you think you’re being quiet, but I assure you that you most certainly are not. I have to listen to my ipod whenever he stays over at night, and then I miss my alarm, and my whole next day is thrown off!”

“Sorry.” Beckett mumbled.

“It’s really not so much you.” Shreya winked, then nodded towards Oriana. “It’s your girl here.”

“Ahem.” A throat cleared, and all eyes turned toward the source.

Beckett put his arm around Oriana protectively. “Griffin. You have a lot of nerve showing your face here.”

“I go to this school.” He glared. “And these are my friends.”

“Funny. They’re mine too.” Beckett snapped.

“Oriana, may I speak with you?” Griffin turned towards Oriana, a pleading look in his eye.

“Anything you want to say to her, you can say in front of me.” Beckett pulled her closer to him.

“Oriana?” Griffin asked, ignoring Beckett.

“I agree with my boyfriend. Whatever you want to say, just say it.” She told him.

“Fine. Oriana, I apologize for kissing you.”

Zeph gasped dramatically. “You kissed?? How do I not know about this?? You’ve been holding out on me, all of you!!”

Beckett looked at him questioningly, while Zephyr winked, knowing full well he witnessed the action.

“I was sworn to secrecy by the bonds of roommates.” Shreya shrugged.

“Not to mention, she didn’t reciprocate. What’s to talk about?” Beckett fumed.

“Why has no one asked me about it? It’s clear all of you know.” Griffin demanded.

“Again. The bonds of friendship and rooming together, obviously. I just said that.” Shreya rolled her eyes.

“Okay, enough!” Oriana cried. “Griffin, I will accept your apology on the condition that you also apologize to Beckett.”

“Why would I do that?” He asked incredulously.

“Because you kissed my girlfriend! And honestly, Ori, you aren’t actually going to forgive him, are you? He was completely out of line!”

“Pretty sure you’ve been out of line yourself before, Beckett. And I forgave you, didn’t I? Why is Griffin different?”

Beckett opened his mouth to argue but sighed instead. “Alright. Point taken.”

“I’m not apologizing to him. I did nothing wrong to him.” Griffin stated flatly.

“Then I guess we have nothing to talk about.” Oriana stood up, gathering her things, Beckett standing with her.

“I’m sorry. Both of you.” Griffin blurted out.

“Thank you, Griffin. Apology accepted. Beckett?”

“Accepted.” Beckett grumbled, his voice so low he could hardly be heard.

“Game night this Friday. You in?” Oriana asked.

“You…you mean it?” Griffin looked floored.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“Well, I…I...thank you, Oriana!” Griffin rushed forward and hugged her, with Beckett stiffening beside them.

“Right. Of course. See you all later.” Oriana smiled and took Beckett’s hand as they walked out of the hall.

They silently walked hand in hand, returning to the meadow where he brought her months ago, where the flowers grew wild. Arriving at the large tree, they sat down, Beckett cuddling Oriana in his lap.

“You’ve been quiet.” She said softly.

“I know. I’m sorry, I just…he hugged you just now. He kisses you and hugs you and you forgive him with a snap of the fingers. I don’t understand, Ori.”

“You have nothing to worry about, you know.”

“I do know, but that doesn’t mean this is okay with me. We couldn’t have at least talked about this first?” He asked.

“You had to have known this would happen, Beckett. He’s my friend. He was my friend before you were. His signals got mixed up, it’s really not his…”

“Don’t you dare say nothing is his fault.”

She sighed. “I’m not going to argue with you, Beck. Can you just give him one more chance?”

“He’s up to something. I know it. I feel it in my bones. And Zeph agrees.”

She slid off his lap and sat directly in front of him, legs crossed. “Okay. I’m listening. Tell me what is going on. It’s more than him making unwanted advances. It’s a huge part but there’s something else. What is it?”

He took her hands in his. “Between us, okay?”

She nodded.

“Zeph has been tailing Griffin, who has been tailing you.”

She blinked. “He what?”

“He follows you. Anytime I’m not around, he follows you. He knows your schedule, he knows where you go. He’s dangerous, Oriana. I don’t like it. He has an agenda and I’m trying to figure out what it is before it’s too late and he hurts you.”

“There’s no way he would…”

“He stalks you! Ori, come on!”

She swallowed, hard. “He follows me. Everywhere I go.”

He nodded, giving her hands a light squeeze.

“And how long have you known this?” She asked.

“Since the day he kissed you.”

“You…that was a week ago! Why haven’t you said anything?”

“I wanted to get back to normal with you, I hoped it would go away after you rejected him but…I mean, maybe it has, I’d have to ask Zephyr again but considering we’re always together at this point I don’t see why he would.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. Beck.  That’s serious.”

“I know.” He hung his head. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to forgive him so quickly and easily. I was caught off guard and just got angry instead of thinking rationally.”

She leaned forward, tipping his chin back up with her fingers. “We’ll ask him on game night then. We’ll just…confront him. I’m not going to jump to conclusions here, there’s too much we don’t know. And a lot he doesn’t know about our relationship. So, I think the best thing to do is just be open and candid about everything. No more games, no more sneers, no more death stares. We need to figure it out, all of us.”

Beckett opened his mouth to speak, but she cut in.

“And we are NOT going to accuse him of any wrongdoing. It will make him go on both offense and defense and then we get no answers. Got it?”

“How did you become more rational than I am, Ori? I know the etiquette and yet somehow I really do just jump with the easiest explanations, or the easiest assumptions.”

She shrugged. “I was raised to see the best in people. You weren’t. And it’s not your fault.”

Drawn together like magnets, they both leaned forward and kissed, over and over again, until finally laying down beside each other, kissing lazily, as though they had all the time in the world to be in this moment.

Breaking away, Beckett looked deep into his girlfriend’s hazel eyes. “Ori…I need to ask you something.”

She smiled softly at him, at this man she loved more than life itself. “You can ask me anything.”

He took a shuddery breath, suddenly he was completely nervous and terrified. He began to speak, but then realized there was no sound coming from his mouth. He sat up abruptly, Oriana doing the same.

“Are you okay?” She was looking at him with concern.

“I…I don’t know. Never mind, it’s a stupid question. Just forget it. I’m being foolish, I already know the answer.”

She cupped his cheek with her hand. “Beckett just ask. Don’t be nervous. It’s me.”

“That’s the thing…” He started, his ears turning red. “It’s you.”

Oriana frowned. “Is something wrong? With me? With us?” Panic started building inside her, he can’t possibly be breaking up with her, not now, not after everything they’ve been through, everything they still need to conquer together.

“No! No, no, Ori, no. That came out wrong. Here.” He took her hand and placed it on his heart, watching her eyes widen.

“Beckett…your heart, it’s racing. What is going on?”

“I love you, Oriana. More than I have loved anything else in this world. I…I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Beck, why would you think…”

He held up his hand to cut her off. “Please let me finish or I may never do it.” His face turned a deep shade of red, and Oriana bit her lip, wondering what in the world was going through his head.

“I…we’ve sort of discussed it before, but that was before…well, before now, and I thought that maybe…maybe your mind might have changed on the subject. So, my question is…Oriana…not right now, obviously but do you ever see yourself maybe….” He swallowed hard. “Do you think you’ll want to marry me? Someday? Spend the rest of your life with me?”

Her mouth fell open. “You’re asking me to marry you?”

“Well…not exactly…I mean, yes! I mean…maybe…Will you want to? Someday? Do you think?” He held his breath, his eyes never leaving hers, making sure she knew he was being serious.

“Are you sure, Beckett? I mean, we’ll have to get all dressed up and invite family and friends…. which includes your mother…you don’t think she’ll try to sabotage it?” Oriana asked him nervously. “Also all the planning and the…”

“That’s not answering the question, Oriana. Forget about everyone and everything around us, just focus on how you feel.” He sat up a bit straighter. “And at the risk of being rejected twice, I’ll ask again. Will you marry me someday? It can be tomorrow, it can be years from now, I don’t care but…Will you?”

“Yes” She breathed. “Yes, Beckett, yes”

He could hardly believe his ears. “Really?”

She laughed lightly. “You’re going to question it?”

He grinned at her. “Definitely not.” He crashed his lips against hers, pulling her back into his lap, running his fingers through her hair.

“I’m so ridiculously happy right now.” He murmured into her lips, and she smiled into his.

“Me too.” She ground her hips into his and he groaned in response.

“Keep that up and something else is going to happen today.”

“Mmmmm and what is that Mr. Harrington?”

“Well, future Mrs. Harrington…wait. Do you want my last name? Or keep yours? Hyphenate? Good God there’s so much to think about.”

“Beckett. Forget about everyone and everything around us, just focus on how you feel.” She smirked, repeating his words. “It’s getting dark, we don’t have a lot of time left out here.” She started fumbling with his pants, unbuttoning them and removing his belt, before lifting her own skirt and shoving her panties to the side, not bothering to remove them.

“Ori, wait….”

But he was already inside her now, she was grinding herself on him and he wrapped his arms tightly around her as she bounced, and he thrusted up to match her movements, moaning loudly as she quickened the pace. His face buried in her collar bone as she threw her head back in bliss, each panting each other’s names heavily.

“Oh my god, Ori…Ori! You feel incredible!”

“Beckett…oh god, Beckett…Call me Oriana Harrington!”

“Wh-what?”

“Say it!”

“Oriana Harrington! My wife! My entire life!” He shouted, and the sound of what she wanted to be called tipped him over the edge, and his hot seed spilled deep into her belly. She cried out at the sensation, trembling though her own orgasm, still being held tightly in his arms before finally slowing and stopping her movements.

“I like it.” She gasped, completely out of breath. “I like the sound of it.”

“Not as much as me.” He responded, just as breathily.

They stayed in each other’s arms, trying to catch their breaths, when he finally rose his head back to meet her gaze, before his eyes traveled to her locket.

“There’s one more thing about this locket.” He told her, blushing profusely.

She looked at him curiously. “Really? What else can there possible be? It’s already full of magic…”

He whispered into the locket “To my sunshine that makes the wildflowers grow.”

The locket sprung back into life, the metal wildflowers swaying underneath the suspended metal sun, the serpent slithering along protectively.

The corners of his mouth turned up and he spoke again. “To my Oriana, my true love that makes me grow.”

She gasped and one of her hands flew to her mouth, her eyes welling with tears. The snake stopped its pattern, and instead moved to become a perfect slender circle, a ring, that floated over to him, and he took it with one hand, while taking her left hand with his free one.

“I know it’s not much, it was all I could fit in here, but…”

“I love it” She said immediately, admiring the swirling patterns engraved in the metal.

Beckett slid the ring carefully onto her ring finger, pleased that it fit perfectly.  She held out her hand and admired it in the fading light.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered. “I’d never want anything else. How did you…why did you…you couldn’t have known I’d take you back when you gave this to me. We weren’t even a real couple before then.”

He grinned and pressed his lips gently against hers, cupping her face with his hands. “Perhaps I was seeing the best possible outcome of that night, and where we’d be now.”

Her eyebrows shot up and he chuckled. “You may have learned how to see the best in people, But I grew up learning how to get the outcome I wanted and to believe in it.”

“You are something else, Beckett Harrington.”

He shrugged. “But you love me.”

She laughed and kissed him again. “I do.”

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The Worm Reads: The Assassin’s Blade, Ch 1-2

Book: The Assassin’s Blade

Author: Sarah J. Mass

I chose to do this book because I’ve barely seen anyone critical of T0G talk about this book. I remember relatively liking it when I first read it, but I also liked Q0S on my first reading, so well. You all know how well that turned out. So let’s dive back into hell!

First, I wanna point out the cover of this novel uses the exact same model as T0G for Celery but throws a shitty purple cloak over her.

That’s totally not lazy at all! And it totally doesn’t add to my suspicion that The Ass’s Blade was rushed out to make a quick buck, nope nope! Also I only wish I could have a thigh gape that big, holy smokes Celery, eat some carbs.

This prequel book is made up of several short novellas before the events of the first book. The first one is Celery and the Pirate Lord.

Seated in the council room of the Assassins’ Keep, Celaena Sardothien leaned back in her chair. “It’s past four in the morning,” she said, adjusting the folds of her crimson silk dressing gown and crossing her bare legs beneath the wooden table. “This had better be important.”

Oh god, we’re back when Alien was Celery.... Well, tbh, they’re one in the same, Alien just splooges about herself more often. Who knows, maybe this book will change that.

“Perhaps if you hadn’t been reading all night, you wouldn’t be so exhausted,” snapped the young man seated across from her.

Love how Celery is a supposed badass uhmayzing assassin, but she stays up all night reading as opposed to... training? Getting some rest for missions? Anything that might not hinder you in your job?

[Celaena] ignored him and studied the four other people assembled in the underground chamber. All male, all far older than she, and all refusing to meet her stare.

Jesus Christ, it begins already. Of course they’re all older than her. Normally this wouldn’t bother me all that much but it’s SJM, so I’m immediately suspicious. Also Sam is in the room and he’s just barely a year older than her, how is that “far older than her”???

When Arobynn summoned you, you didn’t keep him waiting. Thankfully, her sleepwear was as exquisite as her daytime wardrobe—and cost nearly as much. Still, being sixteen in a room with men made her keep an eye on the neckline of her robe. Her beauty was a weapon—one she kept honed—but it could also be a vulnerability.

Just... this entire paragraph. I wish SJM would stop playing into the notion all men are dangerous rabid beasts who can’t control themselves and just wanna rape every woman they lay eyes on. It doesn’t even make sense here, Celery knows all of them and aside from creeper Arobynn, none of them have ever sexually harassed her so why is she suspicious? And gotta that lowkey sexism implying that all beautiful women are delicate flowers who can’t look after themselves.

“Gregori’s been caught,” Arobynn finally said. Well, that would explain one person missing from this meeting. “His mission was a trap. He’s now being held in the royal dungeons.” Celaena sighed through her nose. This was why she’d been awakened? She tapped a slippered foot on the marble floor. “Then kill him,” she said.

Man, Celery is... actually acting like an assassin? I mean, when you’re an assassin, the mission takes top priority. I wonder how long that’ll last, though.

She’d never liked Gregori, anyway. When she was ten, she’d fed his horse a bag of candy and he’d thrown a dagger at her head for it.

I mean yeah, that’s really sadistic. She’s a literal child and he tried to murder her? Granted SJM destroys what little sympathy I have by then explaining Celery caught the dagger and threw it back, giving him a scar on his cheek. Even when she was a literal child, she was the best assassin evah. Gag me.

“Kill Gregori?” demanded Sam, the young man seated at Arobynn’s left—a place that usually went to Ben, Arobynn’s second-in-command. Celaena knew very well what Sam Cortland thought of her.

Sam is the only other young character in the room so yeah, obviously he’s gonna be her love interest for this book. Henceforth, they do nothing but bicker for the first 70% of the novel.

The location of the Assassins’ Keep was a well-guarded secret, one she’d been trained to keep until her last breath. But even if she didn’t, no one was likely to believe that an elegant manor house on a very respectable street in Rifthold was home to some of the greatest assassins in the world. What better place to hide than in the middle of the capital city?

So you’re saying literally no one questions who owns this huge fancy elegant place? That the king never goes, “Huh, someone who has wealth to rival mine has a huge ass manor right in the middle of the Capital” and he never checks it out? Nobody questions it? Okay.... if you say so......

The firelight cast the smooth, elegant panes of Sam’s face into light and shadow—a face, she’d been told, that could have earned him a fortune if he’d followed in his mother ’s footsteps.

Considering that his mother is a courtesan...... gross. Stop sexualising your characters so much, please.

Turns out, Ben was also killed. Oh no, not the guy we literally never met before! Celery is pissy that they didn’t retrieve his body.

“If we’d grabbed his body,” Sam said, refusing to back down from her glare, “it would have led them right to the Keep.” “You’re assassins,” she growled at him. “You’re supposed to be able to retrieve a body without being seen.”

I mean, you should be able to retrieve a body given that you’re assassins, but eh, who am I kidding, I care little for the conflict of Retrieving Ben’s Body.

Since Arobynn is apparently the only mature guy in the room, he tells them to stop acting like children.

Sam kept his gaze on the floor as he strode to the far side of the council room. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the stone wall. She could still reach him - one flick of her wrist, and his throat would spout blood.

Holy shit, Celery, that’s murder!!! Like Sam just disagreed with you, that doesn’t warrant you imagining yourself slitting his throat!!! How the fuck are they gonna end up in love I have no idea.

Celery throws a pity party for herself and stomps off to retrieve Ben’s body. Sadly, she does not perish while doing so, and Chapter 2 begins.

Two months, three days, and about eight hours later, the clock on the mantel chimed noon. Captain Rolfe, Lord of the Pirates, was late.

Given that the actual Pirate Lord story begins here, the first chapter was, you guessed it, utterly pointless and could’ve been cut altogether.

Celaena, concealed behind a far-too-stuffy black cloak, tunic, and ebony mask, rose from her seat before the Pirate Lord’s desk. How dare he make her wait!

How dare the entire world not bend over backwards to accommodate Celery and her agenda! Fuck you.

“With every minute he makes us wait,” Celaena said to Sam, the mask making her words low and soft, “I’m adding an extra ten gold pieces to his debt.” Sam, who didn’t wear a mask over his handsome features, crossed his arms and scowled.

???? So why is she wearing a mask??? Does she have a pimple she’s embarrassed of??? Why???

Neither of them had been particularly happy when Arobynn announced that Sam would be sent to the Dead Islands with Celaena. Especially when Ben’s body—which Celaena had retrieved—had barely been in the ground for two months.

So how did she, a skinny sixteen year old, possibly carry a thirty year old man’s body and do it discreetly enough when the place was supposedly swarming with royal guards? How convenient that the first chapter ended so SJM didn’t have to explain this.

She raised her brows, but realized he couldn’t see. The mask and clothes were a necessary precaution, one that made it far easier to protect her identity. In fact, all of Arobynn’s assassins had been sworn to secrecy about who she was—under the threat of endless torture and eventual death.

Wait a minute, what the fuck? What the fuck... why...

Okay, I’m gonna do lay down for a bit, scream out my frustrations, the like. I’ll be back in a bit.

Alright.

What the fuck?? So you’re telling me she’s a famous assassin who uses her real name?? That her face is so recognizable she has to wear a mask??

THAT’S NOT HOW ASSASSINS WORK!!! The whole point of being an assassin is that nobody knows your real identity, you’re supposed to hide your name so you don’t get caught!!!! If you’re a famous assassin, you’re probably known by like, a cool nickname that isn’t your fucking name!! This makes no goddamn sense!! My assassin rebel leader from my dinosaur WIP is facepalming at what a dumbass Celery is.

All that the world knew about Celaena Sardothien, Adarlan’s Assassin, was that she was female. And she wanted to keep it that way. How else would she be able to stroll the broad avenues of Rifthold or infiltrate grand parties by posing as foreign nobility?

So is her face a giveaway or not?? She can’t show Rolfe her face, but she can stroll down the street and go to parties without concealing her face? This is beyond fucking stupid.

Rolfe shows up, and Sam demonstrates that he’s the only character with a brain in this novel.

Sam stood, bowing his head slightly. “Sam Cortland,” he said by way of greeting.

Meanwhile, Celery just fires sarcastic and ‘witty” quips one after another.

Rolfe’s eyes gleamed with the challenge. “You’re in my city, and on my island.” Only a handbreadth separated them. “You’re not in any position to give me orders.”

Slay her Rolfe!!! I stanned Rolfe in E0S, I’m gonna stan him here, because he is as sick of Celery’s bullshit as I am.

With two deft flicks of his wrist, Rolfe sliced open both envelopes with a letter-knife she somehow hadn’t spotted. How had she missed it? A fool’s mistake.

Lmfao, what a noob. Maybe if Celery wasn’t busy stuffing her nose up her own ass, she’d notice important shit like that.

Rolfe reads the letter which details Arobynn asking Rolfe for some slaves, and at least Celery has the decency to be disgusted by that. Strange that she was the capacity to care about someone other than herself, but I’ll at least give her points for that.

[Rolfe] pointed toward the door. “I have two rooms prepared for you.” “We only need one,” she interrupted. Rolfe’s eyebrows rose suggestively.

I mean, gross to sexualise your characters even more, but Celery does realize saying they only need one room does sort of imply she and Sam are a thing, right? Like she gets so pissy that Rolfe interprets it that way, but like, it does lowkey sound like they’re an item therefore she doesn’t mind sharing a bed with him? Whatever, who cares.

Celery wants to punch Rolfe in the dick but doesn’t and the chapter ends. So begins another tidal wave of absolute bullshit.....

#the worm talks #the worm reads: tab #anti sjm #anti tog #anti tab #back into hell we go

[allurehq-blog]

blood status: pureblood clubs: potions club, hufflepuff prefect pronouns: up to player sexuality: up to player

BIOGRAPHY

to be written by player

CONNECTIONS

sabra zabini; the affairs of the heart. daisy’s name was all too fitting for her, the delicate title of the spring flower perfect for her personality. she was soft and sweet, opening up under the warmth of those around her who showered her with sunlight. and how she opened upon arriving at school, for people were immediately taken with her. it was such a rare occurence to find a person like her, who was gentle and kind for the simple sake of being so. placed in hufflepuff, she thrived with those people similar to her around her. however, it wasn’t within the throes of the canary and black that she found the person who would have the biggest impact on her time at school. instead, it was reds and golds, as sabra had made a place in daisy’s life after something as simple as sitting beside her in potions class. they clung to each other, friends quickly blossoming into more, as daisy fell - and she fell hard. no one ever expected their first love to be the one that they could see lasting the longest, but daisy could. as days with sabra turned into months and then into years, the idea of them staying together - being together- became more and more of a reality that daisy wanted to chase. sabra made her happy, made her feel like she was the most important person in the world, and daisy would’ve given everything she had just to make sure that the feeling was returned. which was why after a good amount of time with the two of them making sure that their feelings were real, daisy wanted to go public. she wanted to to show everyone in the school just how much she loved sabra, she wanted to tell her parents about her, she wanted to be one those couples. but every time she brought it up, sabra would say it wasn’t the right time, and nothing else. daisy couldn’t understand - wasn’t sabra happy with her? or was this just casual for her, daisy being some sort of experimentation that had run it’s course. tired and frustrated, she finally broke it off - and in return, found her heart broken. she loved sabra, and that wouldn’t change, no matter how much she tried to convince herself of it. and no matter how much she’s tried to avoid sabra and break it off cleanly, it can’t happen. their relationship is in tangles, and the only time it doesn’t matter now is when she’s laying in the warmth of sabra’s bed, focusing on just that moment. 

edgar bones; the platonic soulmate. unsurprisingly, there are people out there who say that a boy and girl cannot be friends without the risk of feelings or romantics ruining it. and while that may be something that does happen from time to time, daisy would have to disagree, before using the example of her bond with edgar to prove them wrong. apart from sabra, edgar has been her closest companion since she met him during his first year. only a year ahead of him, she’d met him in the midst of the sorting ceremony, when he came to the hufflepuff table with nervously wide eyes and a huge grin on his face. to that, she’d welcomed him with a big hug, pulling him into the seat beside her. he had clung to her side from that point on, not letting go of her hand after she’d offered it to him on the walk back to the dormitories. it was something unspoken, a softness and kindess within both of them that bounced off of the others. they were both gentler souls, and they flourished in each other’s company. as years have passed, the bond between them has strengthened even more. he’s often the first person that she’ll contact if she has any sort of news, good or bad. she was the first one to hear that he was chosen to be a prefect, while he was the one who had been sworn to secrecy about the relationship between daisy and sabra - and then had to offered his shoulder to cry on once they broke up. she would never have trusted anyone else with that secret, and edgar proved himself by keeping it for the entirety of the relationship. edgar is a critical part of daisy’s life, and she’s not sure what she’d do without him. they rely on one another - to keep each other happy, and to keep each other grounded. they tell it like it is to each other, and they need each other. a day without edgar is a day that daisy doesn’t want to face. 

septima vector; the tag-a-long. daisy’s charisma was practically magnetic, drawing those who crossed her path in even closer. they wanted to know her, and they wanted to befriend her. there was something about her kindness that captured people’s hearts, and so it wasn’t a surprise that daisy was often surrounded by people coming and going - in and out of her life. though she had a few people that she could consider to be constants, the main constant that she had was the everchanging ring of people around her, which was something that she enjoyed. for that reason, because of how many people she dealt with on a daily basis, it took a while for her to even notice that she had a second shadow. but there she was, someone clinging to her heels as she would walk through the corridors. the other girl was a tiny thing, eager in her steps as she bounced along next to daisy - all smiles and happy words filling the air. and while most people would’ve been annoyed or shooed the other girl away, daisy welcomed the experience, for it reminded her of her childhood. being the baby in her family, she had often followed in the footsteps of her older sisters before her, wanting to be just the same as they were. and although, she quickly realized that no matter how much she might’ve tried to emulate them, it just wasn’t something that she could manage to accomplish - it didn’t stop her from trying do as they did. with septima, it just seemed like it was time for daisy to repay this favor back into the world, acting as her sisters once did with her. she’d chat with the fifth year, asking her questions and wanting to hear about her day. daisy can only imagine that there’s a reason as to why septima is so taken with her and her alone - a reason that she’s yet to find out - but it must be a good thing. 

benjy fenwick; the friend or the foe. benjy has always been something of a question mark to daisy. considering that he’s the other best friend of edgar, daisy’s happened to spend quite a bit of time with him just through association. whether it was the three of them doing work together in the hufflepuff common room, or benjy and daisy standing together during one of edgar’s quidditch matches. they spend time together when it’s convenient, or when daisy wants to spend time with edgar - but he’s not someone that she actively seeks out. benjy was loud and obnoxious and sometimes difficult to deal with depending on who you were - but she’d only been on the receiving end of kindness from him. however, on the other hand, she’d also been a quiet witness to the tense interactions between him and sabra, unapproving of the way that benjy will speak to the other girl. perhaps if she was a different person, someone with a stronger voice, she might’ve been able to will herself into speaking up and against what he said. but her voice faltered too easily, her words trembling off her lips. she has never been someone who’s had enough anger within her, usually ending up with her spitting out frustrated words with clenched fists until she’s calmed down. but with benjy, it might be the closest she’s come. daisy has never been able to understand why, trying to pin down if something occured between the two of them that she missed. she’s come up empy handed every time, only managing to wonder if it was because sabra was a muggleborn. daisy had heard of the numerous times that sabra had dealt with this before, and daisy could help but presume that perhaps this was just another case of that. maybe there was more to benjy than she knew, maybe there were blood elitists running around in the shadows of hufflepuff. she doesn’t have the proof yet, and he’s still hasn’t changed the way he’s treated her, so she continues to be nothing but kind to him. for now. 

DAISY HOOKUM IS PORTRAYED BY SKY FERREIRA, AND SHE IS OPEN FOR APPLICATION.

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